#they really understand exactly what fans fell in love with and dialed that up to twenty

[thebroccolination]

Ossan's Love: Episode 8 (spoilers)

"I do understand that I couldn't win against you. No matter how I look at it, you're the only one in the world who can truly make Haruta happy. So, Maki, I'm counting on you." - Kurosawa Musashi

THIS SERIES WANTS TO BREAK ME INTO PIECES TOO SMALL TO BE IDENTIFIED BY SCIENCE

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Hi,

I just wanted to say that I love your stories. I have had a Hannibal idea rumoring in my mind for some time now and decided to share it.(maybe you can make a one-shot out of it). The reader from our world is a big fan of the show Hannibal and one day wakes up in it (at first without realizing it.After finding a corpse, she somewhat recognises the person, but can‘t quite place it.After she called the police abd the FBI arrives she soon realises where she is. (idk any further, sorry if it‘s really bad)

Could there be a love triangle of some sort between Hannibal,the reader and Will?

Hannibal X Will X Reader: In another life

a/n: not sure if this was what you were thinking but i hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: death, blood, injurys, attempted murder, being captured, hospitals, crime, fluff, female reader, no use of y/n, not proofread.

Word count: 2,2 K

You could smell a sort of coppery scent. Your head was hurting in a way it never had before. Still you managed to force your eyes to open up. You were laying on your back in what felt like grass. The smell was a bit overwhelming but you couldn’t quite tell where it was coming from. You lifted your body up slowly, resting on your elbows for a moment. It was dark but you could still make out your surroundings. You had no idea where you were. And you had no memory of what had gotten you here. You turn your head to the side and that's when you see it.

A body.

You let out a scream, quickly rising to your feet and taking a step back. The dead eyes of the body stare up at you. You realize that the scent you’d smelt was blood. Your hands moved around your body in search of your phone. Even though you had no idea what was going on you knew you needed to call this in. Your hands shake as you dial 911. 

“911 what's your emergency?”

“I’m in the middle of nowhere and there's a body. I don”t know how i got here and i don’t know who this person is i-”

“Okay I need you to calm down. Are there any street signs nearby?”

You look around desperately searching for something to help the dispatcher find where you were. Your eyes fell on the sign a couple of steps away from where you were. You couldn’t read it very well.

“Yeah there’s a sign. I’m gonna go closer. It's so dark.”

“It's going to be okay, just read it to me.”

You squint your eyes, trying to make the words clearer. 

“Wolf Trap. I’m in virginia.”

The sound of the operator's voice dulled a bit as you tried to understand what was going on. How the hell were you in virginia? You didn’t live anywhere near Virginia and you’d never thought of visiting it. The only reason you even knew about Wolf trap was because of…Hannibal. But there was no way.

Or was there?

You finished talking to the 911 operator who had told you she was sending cops to your location. You sat near the edge of the road and waited. You don’t know how much time passed but soon you were surrounded by police. They led you to an ambulance and placed a blanket over your body. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Well nothing other than the fact you were here.

And then they appeared. 

You were staring at the ground beneath you, your hands fiddling with each other. You heard someone call out your name, causing you to raise your head. Your eyes widened as you watched Jack Crawford walk over to you. And trailing behind him was none other than Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham.

You had to have been dreaming. That was the only logical explanation. You closed your eyes, pinching your arm. When you opened them back up again nothing had changed. You were still sitting in an ambulance staring at the characters from your favorite show. Jack called out your name against causing you to pull yourself together.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah sorry. I guess I'm still in shock.”

“It’s natural to feel that way after seeing a body.”

Hannibal's voice filled your ears as he spoke and you couldn't help but notice he sounded exactly like he did on television. 

“This is-

“Hannibal Lecter.”

Jack looked over at Hannibal in curiosity.

“And that's Will Graham.”

Will’s eyebrows furrowed at your words.

“You two know her?”

“No they don’t. But I know them.”

You paused for a moment, realizing you didn’t know what part of the series you were in.

“I mean I've read about them.”

“You really shouldn't believe what Freddy Lounds writes.”

You turned to look at will, observing the way he avoided your gaze. 

“She’ll do whatever she can for attention.”

You don’t know how you knew but something told you he was talking about Abigail. 

“Don’t worry. I don’t believe everything I see on the internet. My heart goes out to Abigail Hobbs.”

It was a shot in the dark but what did you have to lose? From the way Hannibal and Will looked at each other you could tell you’d said the right thing. 

“Let's focus shall we. What can you tell us about the victim.”

“Just that he’s a male. And that he is dead.”

“Well that we could figure out ourselves.”

You almost smiled at the sarcastic tone Jack talked in. They were just like you remembered them. 

“I woke up next to him. I remember my head was pounding so I'm guessing someone hit me with something and I became unconscious. But that's about all I can tell you.”

“Okay. Hannibal stay with her. Will you come with me.”

You watched Will walk away with Jack. You assumed Will was about to place himself into the killer's mind and as much as you wanted to watch him in action you knew better than to ask such a thing. You turned your attention back to Hannibal. He was looking over at where Will and Jack had walked over to.

“You can go with them. I’m okay.”

Hannibal gave you a gentle smile. The action made your stomach swoop. Damn your attraction to the cannibal. He moved over sitting next to you. 

“You shouldn’t be alone. This must have been a very traumatizing experience for you.”

“I just wish I knew what happened.”

You stopped talking for a moment, realizing something for the first time. What if you were the killer? Hannibal seemed to sense your uneasiness, his voice calling out your name. You turned to face him, a tear running down your cheek.

“What if I did it? What if I killed him.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t you. And if it was, I'm sure there was a reason.”

“Self defense.”

“Most likely. But don’t dwell on it. Will is going to figure it out. And I'm going to help him find who is responsible.”

You stared up at Hannibal. Everything seemed to rush into you all at once and before you knew it you were crying. Hannibal pulled you into his embrace, his arms moving over you back to soothe you.

“Shh it will be alright.”

After the officers went through their usual questions and forensics collected the evidence Jack told you you were okay to go home. The only issue was you had no idea where that was. You googled your name and were surprised to see your phone number and address pop up. You told one of the officers where they could drop you off. Will overheard you talking to the cop and realized your house was on his way home.

“I can take her.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah it's not a problem.”

Will turned to face you.

“Unless you don’t want me too.”

“No, it's perfect. Thanks for offering.”

Will gave you a small nod, beginning to walk towards his car. You trailed after him. Once you got in the car Will turned the engine on and reversed onto the road. You stayed silent for most of the ride, eyes moving over the trees outside your window. 

“It’s not you.”

Your head snapped to look at Will. His eyes were glued to the road ahead, his demeanor calm.

“Sorry what?”

“You’re not the killer.”

“How did you-”

“Hannibal told me you were scared it was you.”

“Well if it wasn’t me who was it?”

“That's what I'm gonna find out.”

For the next few weeks you helped with the investigation. You’d drive over to the FBI and try your best to give them as much information as you could. And you’d go over to Hannibal's office so he could try to help you remember what had happened to you. Being around Hannibal and Will almost daily made it easy for the three of you to grow closer. You’d go shopping for food with Hannibal and you’d take Wills dogs out for walks whenever you could. You found out that your “character” owned a small coffee shop and that was where you got your income from. Whenever you were free you’d spend your time in your coffee shop. You’d chat to the locals and from time to time Will would show up to talk to you. 

One day you were walking back to your coffee shop from the FBI when you started to feel like you were being followed. You grabbed your keys from your pocket speeding up your pace to reach the coffee shop quicker. You’d placed the key on the door when you felt something knock against your head. Before you knew it you’d fallen to the ground. You struggled to keep your eyes open. You let out a breath, your lips moving to call out Wills and Hannibal's name. 

Then everything went black.

Will had gone over to your coffee shop. He was planning on checking up on you. The moment he got to the front door and saw the key stuck in the keyhole he knew something was wrong. And then he looked down and saw the blood on the floor. He pulled his phone out, dialing Hannibal's number. Before the phone had even begun to ring, Will was racing back to the FBI. 

You opened your eyes slowly. You could feel a chair behind you. You moved to rub your eyes, only when you tried to move your arms you realized they were tied. Panic started to settle in. You moved to open your mouth but there was a piece of tape over it. Your eyes searched around the room, trying to figure out where you were and if anyone was with you. The room was empty except for the chair you were sitting in. You tried to move around but your legs were bound to the legs of the chair. In your attempt to move you've managed to tilt the chair and before you knew it you were crashing onto the floor. Your head hit the floor and you went unconscious again.

Will kicked in the door, his gun pointing into the room. His eyes fell on you immediately. He rushed inside being followed by Hannibal. Your eyes were closed but he could tell you were still breathing. Hannibal moved to tug the tape of your mouth as Will began to work on freeing you from the ropes. Jack walked into the room, his eyes falling on Hannibal and Will. 

“Shit. Is she alive?”

“Yes but there is a wound on her head.”

“Take her to the hospital.”

Hannibal turned to look at Will.

“What are you gonna do?”

“Find the person who did this.”

Your finger twitched  against the bed sheets. You groaned, opening your eyes slightly. A blinding light filled your eyes, causing you to shut them a bit. From the smell you could tell you were in a hospital room. You blinked a bit allowing yourself to become used to the light. You could feel a bit of weight on your hand causing you to look at it. Your eyes found Will's hand. He was sitting on a chair next to your bed, his hand grasped around yours as he slept. You continued to look around the room. On the opposite side of your bed you found Hannibal's frame. He too was slumped against his chair, his head resting on the edge of your bed as his hand gripped onto your wrist. They were clinging onto you to make sure you weren’t going anywhere. You smiled and let out a breath realizing that you were safe.

You shifted in your bed trying to get into a more comfortable position. Will's eyes opened as he felt you shift against him. His gaze found you, his free hand coming up to rub his eye. 

“You’re up.”

You turned to look at Will taking in his sleepy state. He looked awfully cute like this. 

“Sorry I didn't mean to wake you up.”

“You should have.”

Your head snapped at the sound of Hannibal's voice turning to look at him. He looked a bit more put together than Will but you could tell he was tired too. 

“What are you guys doing here?”

“Making sure you were okay.”

“I’m sure the doctors here are more than capable of doing that. No offense.”

The room was silent for a moment.

“We caught him.”

You looked at Will. 

“The killer?”

“Yeah. They arrested him a couple hours ago.”

“That’s good.”

“We should have been quicker.”

“Well you caught him didn’t you?”

“Not before he hurt you.”

You could tell Will was beating himself up. You shifted moving to place your hand on his cheek. He raised his head to look at you. You gave him a small smile.

“I’m okay Will. You saved me.”

You turned to look at Hannibal, wrapping your hand around his.

“You both did.”

You had no idea how you'd gotten here. But sitting in that hospital bed, holding onto Will and Hannibal you couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be.

[spaceorphan18]

My Season 3 Diatribe

for @wowbright who gave me a platform that I really didn't need but took anyway. ;)

The thing about Glee was that it started with a woman being fake pregnant for thirteen episodes and then ended the season with a baby being born while Bohemian Rhapsody blared in the background. It was weird and crazy and insane and just edgy enough that it was being talked about but not too niche that it couldn't find an audience. It also hit in the sweet spot of the Obama years when, as a nation, we could get on board with being a little different and a little crazy.

Ryan Murphy is both a genius and insane at the same time. I'm not really fond of him, and I think his tendency for going big sometimes obscures the nuances of really good storytelling. But he knows how to make a loud statement. And Glee was that loud statement.

And then it got big. Too big. It got more money, an awards, and the national stage, and then all eyes were on it. And Ryan Murphy got tired because that's also Ryan Murphy - being distracted by American Horror Story where he could be abstract in the way his brain really wanted to go. And so, new writers were brought in, but having all eyes on it meant you had to dial it back, and the new writers didn't jive the same way, nor could they really juggle all of the new network notes, ballooning cast, mandates of the Glee project and responsibility for now having to be a 'role model' for all the new outsiders who were hanging on.

The show was once about being an awkward kid in the 80s. And then it was forced into becoming a mouthpiece for the changing times of the 2010s.

And that... doesn't work.

The funniest thing is way back when... after I had stopped watching the show for a while, Season 3 is what brought me back. I did think, for a moment in time, that I liked it better than Seasons 1 or 2. I can't exactly tell you why. But The First Time is when I fell in love, and maybe you feel connected to something when you fall in love with it that you can't really discribe.

And I hated Season 4. and I was listening to a podcast of the day (Those of you who remember Lima Heights Adjacent?) and the group of people were talking about how, with all of its faults, Season 4 was at least NOT Season 3. And I was confused because at the time - I much preferred Season 3. Because my favorite couple was at least a couple back then -- because the cast was people I liked. Because the episodes were easy to digest and the structure of it, while being bland and predictable, fit into a nice, uniform way of storytelling.

And then time moved on, and I left my twenties, and digested the entire story (the second half, with all of its faults, does not get the recognition it deserves -- despite it falling apart at all times) and got a lot better at critical analysis and media analysis and being open to the ideas of others and just... shake my head.

When you look at the whole, Season 3 isn't AS bad as I make it seem sometimes. There's a good chunk of it, right in the middle, that is... more watchable than what's at the beginning and end.

There is, however, a laundry list of reasons why it's not good -- from questionable story telling choices to dulling the edge of a more biting comedy to just not being able to service all the characters it has in a satisfactory way. They botched Santana's story, which had been set up nicely in season 2. They threw in guest stars and special episodes to throw off that they didn't really know what to do with the story other than praise Rachel Berry and get those kids winning nationals and graduated. They took Kurt and completely neutered him in a way that went against everything they had built him up to be in the first two seasons. And so on and so on and so on.

But I suppose most egregiously -- they played it safe and it was no longer interesting.

I don't fully understand why people love it so much. But I will say - part of the reason might be why I liked it at the time. There's a huge influx of newer fans always coming to the show. And like Klaine, Brittana (which has a following unlike it ever did when it aired) remains together and having the most screen time in Season 3. All the original characters are around, and the story structure, if nothing else, is secure and sound and plays out exactly as its supposed to. Rachel Berry gets the crown, Will gets the teacher of the year, and they all win nationals - hell, even Sue gets a baby. Cue the music and roll credits.

To each their own.

Season 4 comes next with its awkward new characters and its break ups and its wild ups and downs. And then season 5 with its grief and queer in a way that's not accessible but fuck it who cares and season 6 that just wants to go back to the beginning and end it all like the weird creation it was when it started. And as complicated as all of that is -- it's not as digestible as Season 3. I like the afterwards better. But I understand that some people won't. It has, after all, taken me years to get to this level of appreciation.

Who knows how people are going to look at it in ten, fifteen, fifty years. I'm sure, as streaming shows continue to go on and on and on and nothing dies any more, it'll take on different tones and different meanings.

Maybe this time around - those people just need that comfort.

I can't tell you.

But it won't ever be my favorite. And that's fine. As always, ymmv.

[juniorgman187]

Things We Know By Heart (Spencer Reid Fluff)

Summary: Reader teaches Spencer how to slow dance in preparation for his wedding. The only problem? Reader’s in love with Spencer, and she isn’t the bride. 

A/N: S/O to Kyla who bullied me throughout all of elementary school. Ik you’ve probably changed since then, but you literally traumatized and tormented me for more than six years of my life. So I felt like including you in this story as, “Kayla,” Spencer’s fiancé. Tehe, I’m petty like that.  Couple: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid Category: Fluff Word Count: 6.5k

✧･ﾟ: *✧･���:* 

I think we’d all like to believe that somewhere out there is our person. And somehow, someway, they’ll get to where they need to go, right where they belong. 

With us. 

That’s what I’d like to believe. 

I’d like to think that no matter what happens along our journeys to each other, we’ll arrive at the same destination regardless. 

But that isn’t necessarily true, is it? 

Because maybe, my soulmate got lost along the way. They met somebody great, someone they think is their person, and they married that person. They had kids and eventually, grandkids with that person, even though, deep down - they knew it wasn’t right. They stayed with them anyway because their fear of being alone superseded their fear of being with the wrong person for life. 

And what am I to do when that happens? When my person finds a different person. 

Am I supposed to believe that the universe will be so kind as to give my soulmate the courage to leave their relationship behind and forge a new one with me? 

Am I supposed to expect that the world will supply me with another person, the person I’m supposed to marry? 

Or do I simply wait for my person to come to the conclusion that they’re meant to be with me after all and my naive entitlement to a soulmate is validated?

Is life really that magical? 

This is the story of what happens when your person loves a different person.

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With his hand at the nape of my neck to support my head and his other hand flat against the small of my back, he dipped me backward, leaning with me as I arched my back and bent the leg closest to the crowd, pointing my foot to elongate my leg artistically. This was our ending position so I remained in it until the song ended. The two of us bowed to thank the audience and to conclude our performance. Roses fell at our feet while the sound of applause echoed in the room. I was never a fan of being the center of attention, but there was something about this overwhelming praise that was particularly blissful. It was intoxicating. 

“I didn’t know you knew how to dance like that.” I gushed to my partner; my cheeks growing pink from the heat and the head rush I got. 

He positioned his mouth right beside my ear so I could hear his words clearly over the rowdy cheering. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Princess.” said Morgan.

A gauntlet formed to clap for us both when we walked off the dance floor. Hand-in-hand, Morgan led me back to the table through the double file line of people. The team howled with excitement when they saw me and Morgan approaching.

“So this is what you two were keeping a secret from us? That you’re dance partners?” JJ had to ask. 

“Yep. All those late nights and secret rendezvous.” Morgan said, shimmying his shoulders be suggestive of a sexual innuendo, which I was not a fan of. Out of mock offense, I chucked a small towel at him with a grouchy command to “Shut up!” 

He took the towel to the face like a champ, laughing it off and dabbing his sweat away. 

“I don’t know who was sexier up there - Princess or my Hubba Hubba!” Garcia squealed pretending to claw at Derek, reeling him over towards her. 

“You looked like a natural up there, Y/N. Were you a dancer before?” Prentiss questioned while handing me a glass of water that I desperately gulped down. 

“My mom sent me to dance classes as soon as I could walk.” I jokingly explained after gathering my hair into a makeshift ponytail and lifting it off of my neck, cocking my head to the side and fanning the back of my neck to cool down. 

“Maybe you should teach Reid how to dance before the wedding. He’s got two left feet and I don’t think he wants Morgan to teach him how to waltz.” JJ quipped, making Derek throw his head back in laughter. The thought of Morgan and Reid slow dancing would truly be something - something hilarious. I laughed, too, until Reid’s voice interrupted me.

“Yeah, that’s actually a really good idea. Would you mind, Y/N? Kayla would be so happy.” 

I thought he was joking, but his humorless expression told me otherwise. 

“You want me to teach you how to dance?” 

He pursed his lips and nodded, not understanding why I was so confused. 

“Um . . . yeah. I can do that. Sure.” My tone wasn’t very convincing, but Reid’s optimism made him oblivious to my reluctance. He smiled and hugged me with one arm around my shoulder. 

“I have to call Kay and tell her the good news.” Reid dashed away from the table, pulling out his phone to dial his fiancé. 

I darted toward JJ with fury and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her into the bathroom for privacy. 

“What the hell was that? ‘Oh, Y/N, you should teach him how to dance.’ You know how I feel about Reid!” 

Rather than giving me hostility back, she broke into a smile. “Exactly! If you spend more time alone with him, maybe he’ll finally admit to himself that he shouldn’t be marrying Kayla,”

I rolled my eyes and turned my back away from her. 

“We all know Spence would be happier with you.” 

As JJ spoke, I trudged to the nearest sink, holding onto the sides for stability as the ground below me swayed. She followed me, rubbing up and down my back comfortingly. 

“You know how he is. He keeps things to himself, until eventually they’re forced to come out. If you dance with him, maybe he’ll finally tell you he loves you without actually having to say it. Do this for him . . . and for you.” JJ gave me one last pat on the back before exiting the bathroom to leave me to my devices.

Normally, teaching a friend how to slow dance in preparation for his wedding would be sweet. It’d be a selfless gesture and an act of service for him that would show how much love there was in our friendship. In this case though, it was anything but. 

For the six months that Spencer and Kayla had been engaged, the team was relentless in trying to end it. I tried to stay out of it in case all hell broke loose, but I couldn’t escape it. No - I was at the very center of it. 

Before Reid even knew Kayla existed, he was head-over-heels in love with me. He’d ask me on coffee dates, wait by my desk for me, and he would always try to sit beside me at the round table or on the jet. It was sweet, really, but it could never go anywhere. 

I was in a committed relationship with my high school sweetheart Patrick. (Maybe Spencer had a thing for unavailable girls).

I moved in with Patrick after graduating from college, and after years of working in the BAU (and years of Spencer loving me) Pat proposed. At first, being engaged brought me so much joy, but halfway into our engagement, something changed.

I was in Wisconsin, consoling a grieving widow. She was hysterical after I delivered the treacherous news of her husband’s gruesome murder. She eventually calmed down and proceeded to ask me about my engagement when she noticed my ring. I gave her the bare minimum, fabricated a couple things here and there, but then she asked me the million dollar question. 

“Are you in love?” Her eyes glimmered with hope. 

My immediate answer was a habitual “Yes, of course.” But after seeing how deeply this widow loved her late husband, I couldn’t say in good conscience that that answer was actually true. 

That night I went to the hotel and lied on the bed, praying for clarity. 

Perhaps I wasn’t actually in love with Patrick. Maybe we’d been together for so long that it just felt safe and comfortable and familiar. Maybe it was the fear of disrupting the arrangement of my life that stopped me from ending things sooner. 

The fact of the matter was that I’d only ever known a life loving him, but that didn’t mean I was in love with him. Maybe I was settling for something with Pat, because I wasn’t sure if I could have a better relationship with anyone else. With all these doubts, I needed a sign. 

A knock on the door interrupted my inner dialogue. 

When I opened it, who else was standing there, but none other than Rossi.

“We need to talk.” He ordered. 

He followed me back into the room and sat at the foot of the bed. He said he noticed something was off about me, and I admitted that there was. So that night, I took advice I probably shouldn’t have from the man with multiple failed marriages, but it was a sign - and it was good enough.

When we returned to Quantico, I asked Hotch for some personal time, which he was happy to permit. That same night I went home and broke off the engagement with Patrick. 

I felt despicably cold when I watched him tear up and ask me, “Why are you doing this?” 

There was truly no concrete moment in our relationship that incited my decision, but it was merely the realization that being with him wasn’t right, because how could I stand there watching him beg for a change of heart but still feel nothing? 

Maybe I was much less than not in love. Maybe I didn’t feel a thing for him at all. Not hate. Not empathy. Not love. Just . . . nothing. 

Completely indifferent. 

Within the week of personal time I took, I spent most of it moving into Rossi’s guest house. After I came back from work, it took all of two hours before someone brought up the absence of the ring that I used to never take off, and I’d assumed they’d already noticed it the moment I walked in - they were just too afraid to ask.

“I ended things with Patrick.” I casually stated, not even looking up from my portfolio to give it the attention it probably deserved. 

While the rest of the team’s jaws dropped on the floor, Rossi was fighting a smirk considering this wasn’t news to him and having seen everyone else’s reactions was a priceless moment for him. 

There was a brief moment of awkward silence on the jet as the team processed my information, until finally Hotch cleared his throat and started debriefing again. In the seat next to me, Spencer was very poorly hiding his enthusiasm. Hearing I broke off the engagement was like a green light to make his move. And honestly, it was. 

So I waited. 

And I waited. 

And I waited. 

Then I waited some more for him to jump at the opportunity. 

But he didn’t. 

He never did. 

Instead, he introduced Kayla into our lives, and eventually, they’d get engaged, too. 

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t developed feelings for Spencer while I expected him to act upon his palpable affection for me. And because of my newfangled feelings, I could never tell another soul that I sincerely believed Spencer got engaged just to spite me - to show me just how painful unrequited love was. 

The strangest part of it all, though, was that there was never a moment following the ending of my engagement and the birth of his own that showed me that his feelings went away. He never treated me differently or stopped talking to me. Even in the early stages of his relationship with Kayla, he continued to act like I was the only girl in his life. He was so consistent with his actions that it confused me.

Did he love me or not? And was I in love with him or not?

Evidently, the team seemed to have my answer. 

“He loves you and you love him. It’s as simple as that.” Prentiss explained curtly. 

Agreeing nods came from JJ, Morgan, and Garcia, who’d abducted me as soon as I exited the elevator that morning and snuck me into Garcia’s Bat Cave for an intervention. 

“We need to stop this wedding.” Garcia demanded. 

And since that glorious intervention, the team (minus Rossi and Hotch because Rossi seemed genuinely happy for Reid, and Hotch would definitely tell us it wasn’t our place) began trying to put a wedge in the relationship. I, however, made the smart choice not to be involved. 

If I was trying to get him to love me, why would I do something that would surely make him hate me like breaking up his engagement? Plus, the blind optimist in me believed that if I was actually meant to be with Spencer, it would happen regardless of Kayla. 

So anytime Morgan, JJ, Prentiss, and Garcia suggested something, I refused to participate. I was able to steer clear of any wedding crasher shenanigans up until JJ’s “slow-dance” suggestion. 

If Reid knew the true intentions behind these dance classes, he surely wouldn’t be pleased, but clearly - he didn’t. Because when I walked out of the restroom and back to the table, Reid still had a huge grin that took up half of his face, making his eyes look nearly shut. 

“Thank you again for doing this.” Reid beamed. 

“Of course! What are friends for?” 

Morgan, Prentiss, JJ, and Garcia exchanged satirical glances at my choice of words. 

What are friends for if not to purposefully set two people up in hopes of ending one person’s betrothal?

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Later that weekend . . 

“Come in!” I called out, buckling the ankle strap of my heels. 

The door opened partially and then all at once to reveal the one and only. I peeked my head out from behind a wall that was obstructing my view of him, immediately noticing a bouquet of lavender wrapped in twine. 

“Oh my goodness, what is this?” I asked in pure delight as he handed me the pretty purple flowers. 

“It’s a thank-you gift for agreeing to help me.” His lips formed a thin straight line, which was his version of a smile. A smile I appreciated whenever I was lucky enough to have caused it. 

“They’re lovely, thank you.” I told him, hugging him briefly before fetching a vase from the kitchen to put them in.

“Oh, good, I’ll tell Kayla you liked them. She’s the one who picked them out.”

The glass vase nearly shattered the moment he said that, but luckily, my reflex skills spared the vessel.

How big of a fool was I for thinking that he gave me flowers out of the kindness of his heart because he knew lavender was my favorite? But then again I probably needed that brutal reminder of why he was here in the first place - for Kayla.

As I put the vase on the kitchen island, I spun around, brandishing a fake smile. 

“So we should probably get started. I don’t wanna keep you here for too long.” 

“There’s no rush. Kayla won’t be home until late at night.” 

I tried not to think of the potential innuendo that lied within his statement, but Spencer wasn’t type to be disloyal, and I wasn’t going to be the woman to make him such a person.

“You look really nice, by the way.” I heard him say from behind me, catching a whiff of his cologne that was intoxicatingly sweet.

I did my best to not take the comment personally and let it get to my head, but I’d be lying if it didn’t elicit any response. I smiled to myself, which thankfully, he couldn’t see since my back was towards him as he followed me into my backyard. 

“You smell different.” He added. 

“Good different?”

“Yeah, absolutely. Is it a new perfume?”

I furrowed my brows. “No, it’s the same one I’ve been using for years.”

“Interesting,” I could feel him taking in this information, and I could hear the gears in his head turning at an even faster rate to spit out more information. “Did you know that you pick your soulmate by subconsciously reacting to pheromones that transmit their genetic compatibility? Yeah, there’s a relationship between attraction and scent, which dates back to our primal instinct. So if someone smells appealing to you, even if you don’t know it, it could relate to your attraction to them and vice versa.” 

“Ah, then maybe I should consider changing my perfume to improve my love life.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous. I love the way you smell.”

In the back of my mind lied the unanswered question I neglected to voice, “But do you love me?”

When we reached the backyard, I heard him gasp in awe. 

“It looks beautiful, Y/N. You did great.”  

Nestled in my backyard was a dark wooden deck, surrounded by plentiful greenery. Lining the perimeter of the shiny wooden deck were asymmetrical rocks, while above us hung strands of fairy lights that cast a sheer golden glow on the entire scene. The ambiance was not for Spencer specifically, but I was happy that he appreciated it nonetheless. 

“You ready?” 

He signaled yes by putting his thumb up and so it began.

“Alright, so slow dancing can be broken into four easy steps, but first, you gotta know how to hold your partner correctly.” 

Spencer and I took a step towards each other, and I could feel the nervous energy radiating off of him. I tried not to call attention to it, so I simply continued with my process. Outstretching my arms to form a T with my body, I guided him verbally. 

“So I’m the follower. And you’re the leader. Got it?” 

He nodded. 

“Leader puts their right hand under the follower's left armpit and cups their hand around the follower's shoulder blade.” 

He understood my instructions, and in the most awkward manner possible, he fumbled his way into the right position, albeit, not perfect. 

“Now, hold my right hand as high as my eye level without raising my shoulder.” 

Spencer was glaringly anxious, so I gave him a word of encouragement. “Hey, don’t be nervous. It’s just me, okay? And you’re doing great.”

I could see the nerves beginning to settle, translating into the conviction with which he took my hand, raising it at the perfect height. 

“Great. Just like that.” 

My praise brought out that smile in him that only ever came out on rare occasions. The kind where it’s brief, his teeth showing, a light chuckle escapes him, and he’s looking down as if he’s too shy to look at me. 

“Okay, step two is basic footwork. Leader starts with their left foot and takes a step to the left. And then your right foot is going to meet your left foot and tap. The count is one-two.” 

I watched as Spencer tried to process what I was saying. 

“Do you want me to demonstrate first? And then you follow?” 

He nodded rapidly as if saying yes wouldn’t be enough to communicate how much he needed me to lead. We broke apart so that I could turn my back towards him. I felt a cold draft blow under my dress as I spun on the ball of my feet, making my skirt flutter upwards majestically. 

I felt him watching. 

“Alright, so I’ll start and then you can catch on. It goes one-two.” 

Left foot step. Right foot tap. 

“Then three-four.” 

Left foot step. Right foot tap. 

“Then to the right this time. Five-six.” 

Right foot step. Left foot tap. 

“Seven-eight.” 

Right foot step. Left foot tap.

“And back again. One-two. Three-four. Five-six. Seven-eight.” 

My eight count continued until the click of my heels on the patio was joining by the sound of Spencer’s feet shuffling behind me. I knew if I turned around to check on him, it would only psych him out and make him more nervous, so I stayed facing forward so he wouldn’t feel that I was scrutinizing his technique. 

After a minute or so of following me, I spun back around, catching his lingering stare in the region of my hips. He tried to play it off and pretend he wasn’t, but I felt it. 

“You did really well tonight. I’m proud of you. I think that’s a good place to stop for today.” 

He thanked me with another hug, the kind where we nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck. 

God, I could feel him breathing on my shoulder. 

I tried not to not to let myself indulge in it, reasoning that this was just a way for one friend to thank another, but I couldn’t help myself when the hug lasted longer than it should’ve. I tightened my embrace around him, drawing him in closer, and shutting my eyes as if taking my sense of sight away would heighten my sense of touch and magnify this feeling I never wanted to end.

“You take care, okay?” I said, rubbing my hand up and down his back to signal we should pull away, a signal he understood.

I was the first to walk away, merely because of the worry that I might sooner cry if I had to stay under these lights with him a moment longer. 

I wasn’t sure I could do this again unless he was mine. Otherwise, I’d just be under the stars, dancing with the love of my life that I couldn’t have - feeling that feeling again, and not being able to act on it. 

Is this what happens when your person loves somebody else?

∙•○⦾☉☼☉⦾○•∙

I know I said I couldn’t do it, but I did it anyway. 

I guess that’s what love is. Doing things you don’t want to do because your care for the other person surpasses the discomfort. True love makes you do things like that, even if they aren’t in your best interest.

When he came over the next night, we danced again. Undoubtedly, he stumbled - even came close to falling - and yet, I fell in love all over again. After that, it got harder to separate dancing from my feelings. 

The next day, we had a case. He came to my hotel room and we danced in the dim golden light of the hotel room’s chandelier. God, it was so ambient and romantic, I think I fell even harder for him - if that was even possible. 

From then on, every time we were in the same place, he leapt at the opportunity to dance with me. 

“Guys, look what I learned last night! Come, Y/N! Come on, come on.” 

He waved me over eagerly with his hand, even helping me out of my seat in the round table just to speed up the process. All too excitedly, he assumed the leader’s position, and he danced me around the entire conference room in front of our coworkers. He spun me around the table, he dipped me in the doorway, he held me in his arms by the glass board. 

Can you really blame me for falling in love? 

“Wow, Y/N! I’m impressed. You really whipped him into shape.” JJ remarked with a clap. 

I hid behind a faux smile, but Spencer was too elated to recognize the deceit. He was like that now. Maybe love made him more of a fool, more naive and blissfully unaware, whereas love made me more devoted and cognizant. 

It went on like that for weeks. Practicing whenever and wherever we could. 

He’d pull me into the hotel lobby at midnight to dance - not even batting an eye at the looming presence of the receptionist. 

He’d ask me to come to his apartment and we’d dance in his living room or in the narrow hallway, just for fun. 

When we were at Rossi’s, he’d drag me to the kitchen, with Rossi’s gentle music playing in the background, and we’d sway by the fireplace sometimes. 

We danced once in the elevator when it got stuck. I never thought he’d be so fearless to do that, but he looked like he was genuinely enjoying himself, almost like he didn’t even notice we were stuck in an elevator. 

While we waited for the jet, we’d danced on the tarmac, looking like a moving bundle of clothes, our movements stifled by our thick peacoats, layers of clothes, and scarfs. 

After a dinner during cases, when we’d split a cab back to the hotel, he’d get me to dance on the sidewalk, even convincing me not to pay attention to the onlookers on the street, the honking cars, or the confused pedestrians. I was always embarrassed to be in the spotlight, but somehow with him, it was easy. It felt like it was just the two of us, dancing under that streetlight. 

I never understood why people wanted to live in a moment forever, but for the first time that night, I did. That was a moment I wanted to freeze in time. I wish I could’ve stayed there forever. There in that moment, it really felt like it was our own little world. It was easy to believe we’d end up together, and we were the ones getting married, and we were in love. 

But again, that was in that moment. In that singular, fleeting moment. And then life moved on, whether or not I was ready for it to. 

The day of rehearsals inevitably came, and I wasn’t originally supposed to be at the wedding rehearsal since I wasn’t part of the ceremony, but Spencer asked me to be there, deliberately neglecting to tell me that the reason he wanted me to come was so that I could fill in for Kayla, which had I known that, I would’ve certainly declined. 

When I walked in, the team was all there, sitting in the pews, with their heads turning to me where I was standing at the entrance of the church. It felt like an eerie nightmare that I was living out where I was Spencer’s bride walking down the aisle, and this was our wedding. I couldn’t tell you what was so nightmarish about it - probably because none of it felt right - but I was sick to my stomach when Spencer gestured for me to meet him at the altar. 

“What’s going on?” 

“Kayla had a last minute dress alteration in Norfolk and got stuck in traffic. She won’t make it for this rehearsal, but she’ll be there in time for the dinner rehearsal.” 

“So why am I here?” 

“I wanted to practice my vows on you, if that’s okay.” 

I gulped hard, trying to swallow the lump in my throat to open up my suddenly-closing airway. 

“Um, I don’t really know if -”

“Please, Y/N. I’m just nervous that I might mess up-”

How could I say no? True love makes you do crazy things, even if they aren’t in your best interest, right?

I reluctantly agreed. 

Spencer’s hands were trembling and I could see it by the way his notecards were shaking, even from the fact that he brought notecards alone, and that he didn’t already memorize his vows. I wanted to put my hands around his and hold them to settle his unsteadiness, but I knew that wasn’t my place. I figured my words would do a better job at not crossing a boundary that was already crossed.

“Hey,” I comfortingly whispered. “It’s just me, okay?” Calling back those words from the first time we danced months ago. “You don’t need those notecards. Just speak from the heart.”

And sure enough, his heart spoke. 

“When people used to tell me stories about what love felt like and what is what, they always said they fell in love with that person. Like it was sudden and all at once, but with you - I walked into love with you. With my eyes wide open, choosing to take each and every step along the way. I never believed in fate or destiny, but after I met you, I finally believed. I believed that we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality. I’d find you and I’d choose you.”

My breath hitched as I got lost in his eyes and how they were looking right at me, completely unmindful of the way everyone around us saw how he spoke to me. 

I think he even got lost too, because what he said next, didn’t even seem to register in his mind before it came out of his mouth. 

“I love you . . . Y/N.” 

Gasps rang through the church, ricocheting off the high ceiling, and in that moment I knew, I knew he was going to kiss me. 

He lunged forward in the heat of the moment. Clearly not thinking straight, he held my face in his hands, and I swear to God, I could’ve kissed him back. 

I would’ve. 

“Spencer?” 

Every single head in the church turned toward the small voice, too distinct to misplace. 

“Kayla, wait!’ 

And there I stood, alone at the front of the altar, watching him run after her. 

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I sat by my phone the entire afternoon, waiting for someone - anyone - to update me. No one ever ended up texting or calling, so I figured the dinner rehearsal wasn’t cancelled. At least, in that case, my dress didn’t go to waste. 

After spending an ungodly amount of time curling my hair and putting on my makeup, even achieving a smoky eye look, I finally slipped on my navy-blue, satin, floor length dress, donning nude heels and a dainty gold necklace with a single diamond pendant that laid right on my sternum. 

It was a shame that this was a moment where I should’ve felt at my prettiest, and yet, I’d never felt so ugly. 

I was riddled with the guilt of knowing I would’ve kissed Spencer if Kayla hadn’t walked in. I felt even worse that I was so consumed by his speech that I didn’t even hear her come in. 

How long had she been standing there? Long enough to watch what I knew everyone else saw? These questions never left me. Not even when I pulled into the site of the dinner rehearsal. 

Clutching the front of my dress to walk without resistance, I came to the entrance, and opened the door to reveal . . . nothing.

Staff was removing chairs and tables. 

Waiters were collecting plates and utensils. 

And Spencer was standing in the very middle of the empty room, watching it all happen silently, like he was just the shell of a man. 

“Spencer!” I called out from the entrance, in no hurry to meet him at the middle of the room. He turned on his heels, with his hands sheepishly shoved into his pockets. 

“Gosh, I’m sorry, Y/N. I should’ve called to let you know it got cancelled, but um, Kayla broke my phone.”

“Well, it’s time you got a new phone anyway.” I chuckled, which thankfully earned a chuckle from him, too. 

“What happened, Spencer?” My voice was quiet, as if it was any decibel higher it would sound more like a scold than genuine concern. 

“She, um, she told me she needed some time to think. And I, I told her to come to the rehearsal dinner if she still wanted to get married and,” He mirthlessly chuckled. “Well, you already know.” His words were chosen carefully to deliberately avoid what he hadn’t yet come to terms with. 

She didn’t come. 

I wasn’t yet sure whether or not to console him or to berate him for what he almost did, but I chose the former. 

“I’m so sorry, Spence.” 

He looked up from the ground, still managing to avoid my gaze, by looking up at the ceiling, and pretty much everywhere my face wasn’t. 

“I understand if you want to leave right now. I just need to pay the owner and I’ll be out of here.” 

I shook my head instantly. “No, I’ll be right here. If you want me to be.” 

He bit his lip to stop a sob from escaping. “Yeah,” He nodded, cowering his head. “I’d like that a lot.” 

As soon as I saw his cheeks get red, I took it as a cue to approach him and hug him. He was grateful for my compassionate touch, immediately opening up his arms to hug me back. His embrace around me was needy and desperate, and it felt like he was clawing at my dress, acting out of anger that the fabric was stopping us from being that much closer. 

With his shoulder digging into the spot right underneath my chin, it was hard to utter the words, “You look really handsome, by the way.” I said, finally acknowledging his light beige suit and white button up shirt. 

“Thanks.” I heard him mumble into my shoulder. 

“Kayla doesn’t know what she’s missing.” 

To my surprise, he didn’t recoil, flinch, or so much as react to her name. Instead, he simply pulled away, wiping the moisture under his nose, and straightening out his suit. 

“We should . . . we should probably talk about what happened earlier, right?” 

I sighed and shook my head. “Not if you don’t want to. We can save that conversation for another day.”

He looked appreciative of my avoidance, but I knew he wanted to talk about it. 

“Hey, excuse me,” He stopped a staff member by clutching their arm gently. “Do you mind, actually? Leaving two seats behind.” 

The staff member complied, doing as he said, and leaving two chairs behind, setting one right across from the other. I took my seat, and Spencer took his.

“I probably shouldn’t have spoken from the heart, huh?” He joked, finally seeing the humor in his situation. 

“No, it was good that you did.”

“You think so?”

“Definitely. I think Kayla would’ve appreciated it.” All too quickly he responded with, “I wasn’t talking about Kayla.” 

I was talking about you, his somber eyes said. 

I looked away from his gaze immediately, trying to find a reprieve from the conversation that I was doing my best to avoid. 

“It was a really good speech. It sounded so natural. Like something you knew by heart.”

“Something I knew by heart?” He didn’t seem to understand what I meant. 

“Yeah, some things we just know by heart. Like the lyrics to our favorite song, or a recipe, how to dance,” We both chuckled at the reference. “Or . . . how to love.” 

“Do you think we know who to love by heart or do you think we make that choice ourselves?”

“I think it’s both. I think we can’t control the person we’re meant to love. That, by some miracle, we’re handed this person that complements us better than anyone else. But I also think it’s our choice on whether or not we pick them. Maybe we aren’t willing to stand the test of time and wait for our person, so we don’t pick them and settle for someone else. Or maybe we do pick them and we live out the rest of our lives together. I think that’s what makes love so special. It’s a person choosing you over and over again.” 

Isn’t that what we all want? To feel chosen?

“And what if we make the wrong decision? What if we’ve met who we’re supposed to love, but we chose to love another?” His eyes were searching within mine for the words that I wasn’t saying out loud. Out of fear that my eyes might expose me to Spencer, I looked away. 

“I think -”

Spencer cut me off. “Look at me.” 

My head didn’t move, but I shifted my gaze just as he wanted.

“When two people are meant to be, nothing and no one can end them. They may get lost a time or two on their journey, but true, real love will always conquer. Nothing can compete with them. Others can only attempt to fill a void. And eventually, the two will be reunited. That’s the beauty of true love; you always end up with the right person, at the right time, regardless of any other factor.” 

Quiet fell upon us two after I said my piece. My breathing slowed down and the knot in my stomach came undone. The lump in my throat disappeared. 

All my bodily barriers broke down. There were no more emotional walls up between the two of us anymore. I was completely vulnerable - nothing to hide me. Not even my eyelids could hide the windows of my soul. Spencer had already seen into them. 

He saw my soul, my secrets. 

“Dance with me.” He extended his hand in the air between us two. With no hesitation, I accepted his offer and followed his lead. He’d never danced so naturally before. Somehow, his stiffness had withered away. The thick tension that used to loom in the air above us two dissipated. Something new replaced the contents of the atmosphere. 

Love. 

Unbounded. 

Unrestrained. 

Unbridled. 

Limitless love. 

Spencer drew me in closer so my head could lay on his chest. Previously, I was looking at his face, but now the view was of our connected hands. My fingers were intertwined with his, and I didn’t even notice how his thumb was rubbing small circles on the back of my hand until I saw it with my own eyes. 

Had he always done that, but I couldn’t feel it until I saw it for myself? If so, what else had he been doing that I couldn’t feel?

“Loving you.” 

I removed my head from his shoulder after hearing him answer the question that I pondered silently, wondering if suddenly just acquired the superpower of telepathy.

“What?”

“Loving you. That’s all I know how to do by heart.” 

A wave of relief came over me when I realized he hadn’t read my mind, he was just simply adding to our conversation from before. 

“That’s not true,” I mirthlessly chuckled. “There’s lots you know how to do. You know thousands of chess permutations, you know how to geographically profile - you know how to dance now.” I countered playfully.

He shook his head. “I know how to do those things, but sometimes, none of it makes sense. I used to lose matches against Gideon, sometimes the comfort zone is inaccurate, and until today, I couldn’t dance very well,” He chortled. “But loving you. That always made sense. It never failed me or disappointed me and it’s so all-consuming that if I try to love anyone else - it just doesn’t make sense.”

Of all the words in my vocabulary, each of them were failing me. I was rendered speechless. Spencer cleared his throat and looked away for a moment, before finding the nerve to say it. 

“I choose you.” He proclaimed. 

So, I was right. 

There are some things we know by heart. 

Lyrics to our favorite song.

A recipe. 

How to dance . . . how to love.

And who to choose. 

“I choose you, too, Spencer.” 

. . . So to answer my question from before, is life really that magical? . . . 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

[ultralovedeluxe]

Yandere! Josuke with prompts #5 and #69

Hey everyone! This was requested by @mochimizuki121. I apologize for this taking so long, I’ve never written for Josuke and I think he came out a bit ooc, I hope this came out nicely though. Requests are still open!

‘Just what do you think you’re doing? Put that phone down!’

‘They thought they could tear us apart, so I had to put a stop to them!’

Warnings: 18 year old Josuke, female reader, yandere behaviors, mentions of violence?, non/dub con, nsfw towards the end.

  Cherry blossoms are meant to symbolize good fortune and represent love. Love should be the primary emotion you should feel when under a cherry blossom tree. So when you asked Josuke to meet you under a cherry blossom tree near the school, Josuke was ecstatic. Why else would his lovely, little girlfriend ask him to meet under a cherry blossom tree? To Josuke, these meanings had to be true. He was a firm believer.

 You, however, not so much.

 In fact, cherry blossoms have a double meaning. Cherry blossoms also represent death or the end of something. And sadly, this was the only meaning accurate to you.

 “So [first]-chan, why did you invite me here? Is it something important?” Josuke could hardly contain his excitement, it had to be great. Was he finally going to meet your parents? Were you both going on a date together? Were you finally going to let him-

 “Josuke, I’m glad you came, and yes it is very important..” you said trying not to just yell at your pompadour-haired boyfriend. His puppy-dog expression was starting to get to you, and in all realness, making this a lot harder than it was supposed to be. 

 “So, what is it babe? C’mon you can’t keep me waiting, I want to know!”

 You grit your teeth, god this really is going to be hard. You almost feel nauseous in doing so. You are going to wound his boyish pride so bad right now, but you know it’s for the best, hell it was for your well-being.

 “Please just listen to me Josuke. I..I want to break up” you said, trying not to mumble any words; you wanted him to hear you loud and clear, even though to some extent it hurt you too. It just had to be done. You couldn’t be in this relationship anymore. 

 Josuke wanted to believe that you said something else, you HAD to have said something else. You didn’t want to break up with him, you were just confused right? No..he swore he’d done everything right. He was a good boyfriend, he asked his mom for advice, he asked Jotaro for advice, where or what did he do wrong? Josuke tried hard to let his lip wobble at the news, let alone cry.

 “Was it something I did? Please tell me, is it because I’m overbearing? I promise I’ll try my best to be better! I-I’ll get rid of my video games if I have to, please [first] don’t leave me-” Josuke pleaded with you, but you couldn’t have this conversation much longer. “I’m sorry Josuke, we can still be friends..I just can’t be with you anymore, I hope you understand” you said walking away from the tree and Josuke. It hurt, but you knew this was the right descion. At the moment though, you didn’t want to face the male; you wanted to avoid him as much as possible.

 Josuke however, felt devastated, betrayed almost. How could you have ended your relationship you had? He had been a good boyfriend right? Did you find someone else? No, you couldn’t have, you loved him, you were just getting confused at the moment. You must be getting brainwashed or something. He felt Crazy Diamond manifest behind him, and he gripped his fist.  He will get to the bottom of this. He will find out who gave you the idea that he was a bad partner. You just don’t understand how much he loves you. ‘No, please don’t leave me [first]’

-

 “So did you do it?”

 You looked over to your classmate, Rikka asked almost desperately. “Of course I did, but I still feel awful about it..Is- Is it true that he’s a thug?” you mumbled sensing a feeling of dread just thinking about it. You loved Josuke, but if what your friend was saying was true, you couldn’t possibly stay with him much longer. In fact, Rikka wasn’t the only girl who warned you about Josuke. “Come on [first]-chan, haven’t you noticed the way he dresses? Only delinquents dress like that. Not to mention the hair” she told you, mumbling the final part (since it’s known that Josuke hates when people insult his hair). You shook your head, “Thank you so much for telling me Rikka-chan, I don’t know what I’ve done if my parents caught me dating a thug. But..I really did love Josuke..”

 Rikka gave you an an assertive smile, “Don’t worry [first], there’s other guys here in school. I’m sure there’s at least two who have a thing for you, you’ll get over Higashikata-san eventually, now come on it’s almost time for class” she said picking up her bag and walking towards the lockers. You smiled and nodded in response. “I’ll meet you there just let me get my pen, I left it in my purse” you said walking towards her. “You’re always so forgetful!” Rikka joked.

 Not far from the lockers, Josuke was standing there, listening to every word that came from your mouth. “Oi Okuyasu, what’s that girl’s name?” Josuke asked his fellow stand user and friend. “That’s Minamino Rikka, I think I have a few classes with her. She’s kinda cute no?” Okuyasu said walking back to the classroom they were in. ‘Not as cute as my [first]-chan’ Josuke thought as he tried to contain his anger. He wasn’t completely mad at you, he was more mad at that ‘Rikka’ for getting those sick thoughts into your head. He wasn’t a ‘thug’, he was a good guy! In fact he was the perfect boyfriend for you. He was sure you knew it too, you were just getting fed lies. Maybe he’d have to teach that girl a lesson for messing with his darling..

-

 “I heard you dumped Josuke, he’s a drag huh. You should go out with a real man. So how about it [first]-chan? Wanna go on a date with me?”

 You knew who this was. This was Fungami Yuya, he wasn’t exactly a heartthrob, but he did have his fair share of fans. However, you knew he wasn’t good news, despite how charming he looked. You had heard from Josuke that he was a motorcycle gang member, right off the bat you have to refuse. “I’m sorry Yuya, we don’t know each other very well, and besides-” you tried to just waltz your way out of the situation, but Yuya persisted. “Please [first]-chan, give me a chance, I genuinely want to ask you to-” 

 “What the hell are you doing near my girlfriend?!”

 You looked back at the entrance of the classroom to see Josuke, already fuming with anger. You never liked it when Josuke got angry, you always felt like whoever the person he was getting angry at was in complete danger. Not to mention you always feel like there’s another presence in the room when he does get angry. “Josuke please!-”

 Soon, the space between Josuke and Yuya got smaller, “Are you asking for a fight? What gives you the right to talk to my girlfriend that way? She’s taken. Plus where are your groupies anyway?” Josuke asked, but at this point, he was close to just beat him up with Crazy Diamond.

 “I’ll handle this doll-” Yuya muttered to you while placing a quick kiss on your forehead, before going back to facing Josuke. “Josuke, what’s the deal? You two aren’t together anymore, everyone knows it-”

 “Don’t let history repeat itself Yuya. You know what I can do to you. You wouldn’t want to go back to the hospital again would you?” by that point, Crazy Diamond had already manifested itself behind Josuke, and it’s glare was quite terryfying. Yuya gulped at the sight of the other stand, before leaving the classroom you were in. You wanted to leave the room as well, but before you could even get up from your seat on your own terms, Josuke had already dragged you across the hall.

 “Josuke! Let me go! You’re hurting me! I thought we weren’t together anymore!” you squeeled trying to get someone’s attention. It didn’t seem like anyone would hear you though, because Josuke had shoved you into one of the unused bathroom stalls. “Shut your whore mouth. We are together, you didn’t mean to break up with me right? It was just that people kept lying to you about me..” he said in a rather harsh tone before quieting down. Truth be told, you were scared. This wasn’t the Josuke you fell in love with. “I don’t.. I-you hurt me [first]. When you broke up with me, I was heartbroken. But when I found out that Rikka and those other girls were feeding you lies, I knew I had to protect you. They tried to tear us apart, so I put a stop to them” Josuke said holding you in place.

 “What the hell are you talking about? What did you do to them?” actually, you didn’t want to find out. Right now you had to get away from Josuke. You kicked him below the belt and ran from the bathroom. You didn’t even know where you were running to, as long as it was away from Josuke, you felt safe. You locked yourself in a gym closet, you just had to buy some time. There was only a few more minutes before school ended, you just had to be patient. You pulled out your cellphone and tried to dial your mother’s phone number.

 “Just what do you think you’re doing? Put that phone down now! Now you’re seriously going to get it” you heard Josuke right across from you. How did he find you so quickly? You were sure you had locked the door. It doesn’t matter now because your phone was snatched from your hands by none other than your ex-boyfriend. Although you knew it was useless, you tried to crawl away because panic and fear ran thorough your mind. 

 “Why are you trying to run away from me [first], I’m just doing this because I love you so much. How about I show you how much I love you” Josuke said holding you by the hips, getting you closer to him. You tried to release yourself from his grasp, “No! Josuke please I don’t want this! I don’t want this relationship! Please!” you tried to reason with him. but it seems you made him even more angrier. “I really wanted you to enjoy this, but I guess you want a punishment instead..” he growled making you face him. This really wasn’t the Josuke you once loved, this was a monster.  He then used Crazy Diamond to rip open your clothes..

-

 Loud moans and gasps filled the small closet you and Josuke where in. You were fully naked, while he had his pants down. Josuke left red marks on your hips from where his nails kept digging into your skin. You felt drool drip down your mouth as Josuke kept thrusting into you at a inhuman speed. “You see..this is why you shouldn’t try to break up with me. I know you still love me. You won’t ever leave me after this” Josuke groaned into your ear while kissing your neck roughly. You only moaned in response, you felt like if he didn’t stop now, you were going to pass out. You wanted to hate him, oh how desperately you wanted to hate him. However, there was no denying how good he’s making you feel. “Josuke..please I’m close” you gasped as you clinged onto him. “Yes! Yes [first] let it all out! Let me know how good I made you feel!” He said, his thrusts getting more sloppy and impatient. 

 Not even a few moments after, you climaxed, with Josuke following soon after. You were gently placed on the floor by none other than Josuke. You were completely exhausted, you just wanted to go home. “You were amazing [first], I hope you remember this moment. Don’t ever run from me okay?” he said laying next to you. He placed one final kiss on your lips.

“I love you..”

[btxtreads]

Hero

CHAPTER TEN: SOMETHING ABOUT THAT SUNSHINE (PART A)

↳ Pairing: Kang Taehyun x Reader

↳ word count: 1.7k words

↳ rating: G

↳ genre: FLUFF

The air was tense—the tension so thick you could almost cut through it with a butcher’s knife. Both teens in the car shook with nervousness as they waited, the blonde in the driver’s seat even more so. Taehyun’s eyes flickered from the road to the rear mirror then back. Y/N fidgeted in her seat.

“Hey, turn the radio up.” Taehyun suddenly spoke.

Y/N opened her mouth to retort, but immediately shut her mouth. This was papparazzi. She didn’t know papparazzi. Maybe there’s a reason why. The girl sighed, leaning forward and turning the dial, the sound of celebrity news blaring out from the speakers.

“Now,  a quick K-Pop scoop! Four out of five TXT members has been seen frolicking around with a mysterious girl at the beach today!” The cheery voice of the anchor reported. “We have yet to figure out where our favorite star Taehyun is, and who exactly the girl is—but sources say  they saw Taehyun’s car pull out of the beach along with Beomgyu’s. Better keep an eye out, ladies—our flower boys finally got a flower girl. Stay tuned for more updates.”

The corners of Taehyun’s lips tilted upwards as he leaned forward once more, pressing a button to turn the radio off. There was a moment of silence until his eyes flickered onto the girl.

“Well,” he started. “It worked. Gyuu’s plan.”

“So it did.”

Taehyun smiled again, easing down on the gas—turning his head over to the girl.

“Where do you want to go?”

“Beomgyu’s house.”

“I’m sure that’s not true.” Taehyun hummed.

“It is.”

Taehyun shook his head, pulling over to a curb. Once they were safe, he turned to the girl.

“Look, this is my first free day away from fame, papparazzi, TXT—and look, I love the boys, but sometimes we’re tired of being who we are.” Taehyun explained.

“I thought you liked being you, superstar.”

“I do.” Taehyun sighed. “Look, fame. It’s tricky. I love Solomons, and I love my fans—but fame can ruin a person. I just want to be a kid.”

“Well,” Y/N finally sighed, turning to face him with a confused face. “You’re not just a kid—you’re a superstar. One of the most famous in the country.”

“I want to be Taehyun.” Taehyun sighed. “Even just for today.”

“Then be Taehyun.” Y/N shrugged, tugging on the dashboard absentmindedly. “Be Taehyun today.”

Taehyun was silent, eyes following the cars flying past them in the highways. Y/N turned to him, raising an eyebrow at his silence.

“Well?”

“Have you been around Seoul during this trip?”

“Nope,” Y/N shooke her head. “Been busy following you around. Either I stalk you with Youra or hide you from the press.”

Taehyun furrowed his eyebrows, the name Youra foreign. He shook his head, turning back to the girl with a mischievous grin.

“So, you haven’t really been on a vacation, huh?”

“Nope, except maybe that time when I met Beomgyu in the cafe.” Y/N replied. “Then I met you and you slammed a door on me.”

Taehyun chuckled, stopping her hands from playing with the dashboard. There was mirth in his eyes as he grinned at her.

“How about I take you on a trip around Seoul today? Just you and me?”

“We told Gyuu we’re meeting them at his house.” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows.

Taehyun just smiles, pulling the dashboard open and taking two pairs of sunglasses out. He shoved the first pair on his face and handed the other one to the girl—a giddy smile on his face.

“We will—we’re just taking the long way.”

Y/N bit her lip, suppressing her smile as she took the sunglasses. Once she wore them on her face, she rolled the windows down and turned over to the boy with a defeated roll of the eyes.

“Make sure the tour’s worth my time, superstar.”

Taehyun giggled as the frolicked around—reaching the first stop of the tour.

“So this is Lotte World?”

“Well, we’re not going to the park.” Taehyun snorted. “We don’t have the time, we’re just here to buy something.”

Taehyun pulled Y/N over to one of the shops, a kind smile on his face as he greeted the merchants. Y/N blinked in confusion as Taehyun pulled out his wallet from his pocket—having changed to his extra clothes from Beomgyu’s car. The boy pulled out a sleek black card, swiping it fast onto the machine before signing a receipt.

“What are we doing?” Y/N asked, peeking over his shoulder. “What’s that?”

“Memories.” Taehyun smiled as he received a bag and immediately passed it over to her. “Take them for me.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow as Taehyun pulled her out of the shop. She reached into the bag and pulled out a camera.

“But—“

“I’ll have the box delivered to my house and everything, but I had them fix it up because we’re using it right now.” Taehyun explained as he gingerly took the camera and pointed it at the girl. “Smile.”

The girl awkwardly smiled, making the boy laugh.

“You’re cute.”

Immediately, she blushed as the boy glanced at the photo he took and positioned for one more.

“Okay, now a photo of the both of us.”

Y/N never thought that Taehyun would walk around with her on a busy, crowded street—but here she was, one hand in his, the other clutching a large cup of coffee he got for her. The camera—for memories, he said—sat snugly in a bag slung over her body.

As they walked through the busy streets of Myeondong, Taehyun kept pointing out shops and corners of the streets he used to frequent as a trainee.

“Oh, Beomgyu and I used to eat here all the time.” Taehyun gasped, pushing up the sunglasses falling off the tip of his nose.

His grip tight on her wrist, Taehyun practically bounced in excitement as he walked over to a small tteokbokki stand hidden in a corner.

“Grandma?”

Y/N watched as Taehyun walked up to the old lady packing the rice cakes. His wide eyes shone with hope as the woman turned to him with kind, confused eyes.

“Grandma? Do you remember me?” Taehyun tilted his head slightly. “It’s Tyun.”

“Of course, honey! Why would I forget my favorite costumer!” Answered the woman. “Oh, come here! Come here. Let me see you. Always so handsome.”

Taehyun laughed as the woman pinched his cheeks and observed him.

“You’re too thin.”

“I’m on a diet, grandma.”

The woman only clicked her tongue and began to pack some tteokbokki.

“Anyway, who is this? Girlfriend?”

Y/N’s eyes widened as Taehyun shook his head.

“No! No! Just uh—“

“Acquaintance.” Y/N supplied, making Taehyun nod his head—grabbing a barbecue stick from a nearby tray and taking a huge bite.

“Right,” the woman smiled cheekily as he watched the two teens blush and avoid gazes. “Of course.”

As the woman turned back, Y/N gaze flickered up. A small smile appeared on her face as she raised the camera.

“Taehyun!”

CLICK.

“What?”

The boy blinked in surprise as the girl giggled, setting down the camera. She gestured to her lip and cheek.

“You have a little something.”

“Huh?”

The boy only furrowed his brows, looking down at himself in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

Y/N snorted, walking forward.

“Let me get it for you, superstar.”

She reached her hand out, taking a napkin from the table and wiping off some stray sauce on his cheek. Taehyun was silent, eyes following hers as she concentrated on removing the stain from his face. She then moved to wipe off the sauce from his lip, stopping when he reached up and grasped her wrist.

Y/N looked up, shocked when she locked gazes with him. Her breath caught short, a small stutter in her heart as Taehyun’s eyes fell down to her lips. She felt him pull her closer ever so gently, his breath falling on her lips until—

“Oh!”

The two teens jumped back, burning bright red as the woman placed a small bag on the table with a knowing smile.

“Acquaintances, huh?”

Taehyun diverted his gaze, a small smile on his lips as Y/N took the bag.

“I’ll meet you in the car.”

“No way.”

“Come on, it doesn’t mean anything!”

“Couples do it! We’re not a couple!” Y/N crossed her arms, heat taking over her face as she tried to avoid Taehyun’s gaze.

Still, the blonde boy moved, pushing himself to her line of sight.

“Please?” He pleaded.

Y/N groaned, looking back at the boy who dangled a large blue lock on her face.

“Come on, it’ll be cute!” Taehyun smiled as the girl relented.

“You have a weird concept of fun, superstar.” Y/N rolled her eyes, making the boy grin.

“Yeah, well,” Taehyun shrugged. “I love the mundane tasks.”

He stuck his tongue out, scribbling on the lock as Y/N took a photo of him. Taehyun smiled, throwing a quick thumbs up as he presented his handiwork. The giant blue lock was now open, small letters on the lock.

Y/N and Taehyun’s Seoul Tour.

Thank you for letting me be me today.  -Tae.

“Come on, help me seal this in.”

Y/N grinned, taking one last photo of the boy before walking over and helping his close the lock. Taehyun turned over with a smile, presenting a small silver key and handing it over to the girl.

“Here you go.”

“Hm?” Y/N tilted her head, taking the key.

“What’s this?”

“The key to the lock.” Taehyun shrugged. “Thank you, really, for today. We went to so many places, I—I loved it. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.”

“Glad you liked it, superstar.”

Taehyun laughed, taking a seat on the bench. He glanced around for anyone present. Seeing nobody, he pulled off the sunglasses and smiled.

“No, I’m serious though.” Taehyun smiled. “You showed me that I don’t always have to pretend. That there’s more to me than being the popstar everyone’s so crazy about.”

“Then I guess I should thank you too.” Y/N said, grinning as she sat next to him.

“What for?”

“Well, you showed me that the world isn’t so black and white—maybe there’s more to it.” Y/N said, looking up at the sky. “I mean people look at you like gods, follow your every move waiting for one small mistake to make you fall—maybe I don’t understand. Thank you for telling me that I don’t.”

Taehyun’s lips cracked a small smile as he tugged on her wrist. Y/N lowered her head, facing him with an inquisitive smile. She took a sharp breath as Taehyun leaned in, crashing his lips on hers. She froze in her spot as he reached up, gently running his hand through her hair and cupping her cheek.

Her eyes closed, leaning in to deepen the kiss. Before she could respond, Taehyun pulled away with a small smile—his forehead against hers.

“Come on,” Taehyun softly mumbled, tucking her hair behind her ear. “We promised the boys we’d meet them.”

Y/N smiled in response.

“Okay.”

[cherryobx]

Environmental stuff//JJ Maybank x reader

requested?: yes hon “have you ever done something like Kie meeting this cool person at an environmental thing on the mainland, and finding out she’s moving to klidare? and then maybe her and jj getting together? idk I just thought that would be cute. thank you for reading this Request! :)”

A/N: I don’t nreally like the way i wrote it but thank you so much for requesting!!!!

summary: Kiara meets you at an environmental event and finds out you’re moving to kildare. so she introduces you to her friends.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of an injury

WC: 1546

(not my gif, creds to the owner!)

“I like your poster.”

You were currently at this small environmental event and you had made a huge poster. You spent hours on it last night, wanting it to be perfect. So it felt really awarding when someone commented on it.

“Thank you,” you said, smiling at the teenage girl in front of you. Her messy hair was thrown into a bun and she had a light blue headband on her head. 

She smiled back at you, showing her pearly white teeth.

“My name is Kiara, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.”

“I just had to come over to you and talk to you. You seemed to be here alone. And I’m alone here too today. So I thought I’d give you some company. I usually drag one of my friends here but none of them wanted to be here today so I decided to come by myself.”

“Yeah, I’m alone here. I’m actually here for the first time today. I’m currently moving to a small town near-by and my parents are still transporting some stuff there. I didn’t want to spend an entire day in a car or a boat, so I came here.”

“Oh, where are you moving, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Kildare.”

She raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Kildare? That’s where I’m from. Pretty cool that you’re moving there. Trust me you’re going to love it.”

So the entire day at the event was spent talking about the life of Kildare. Kiara told you about her friends and how all the people were divided into two groups there. The richer people, who lived in figure eight, were called the kooks and the working-class people, who were living in the cut, were called pogues. She also told you about her favourite hangout spots there.

Overall, you had a great time with her that day. She was fun to be around. Your humor was pretty much the same so you made dumb jokes a lot and laughed at them. Not to mention that she was absolutely gorgeous. Even her laugh was adorable.

“Are you coming to Kildare today?” she asked when the even was about to end.

“I think so. I hope my parents are done transporting everything and are at the house. Let me call them real quick.”

You took out your phone and dialed your dad’s number. When he answered, you asked if the house was ready and if all the stuff was already there. Getting a positive answer, you hung up.

“So?”

“Yeah, I’m going there today.”

She clapped her hands excitedly. “Oh my God, that’s great! Do you want to come to a kegger that my friends are throwing tonight?”

“I haven’t even spent a day in Kildare and you’re already inviting me to a party? Hell yeah, I’m coming.”

So you both arrived in Kildare almost at 10 p.m and you went to Kiara’s place to get ready. You knew it wasn’t the smartest to go to a stranger’s house but you didn’t really care. You felt like you had known her for years.

You even met her parents and they were literally the nicest people you had ever met.

Kiara lent  you some of her clothes since your stuff was still unpacked in boxes at your new house.

And then you went over to the place the party was held at.

There were a lot of teens at that party for a small town. And you were acting a bit anxious. Being around a lot of teenagers always felt weird for you. You didn’t really know why. Maybe it was just because you started to feel a bit anxious and insecure. Everyone just seemed so much better than you. In every way.

“Come on!” Kiara grabbed your hand and pulled you through all the people to a small group of people, red cups in their hands.

“Guys, this is Y/N. I met her today at the event I went to. She’s really cool, trust me.”

In front of you, there were 3 boys and a girl. You gave them a small wave with your hand to greet them.

“Nice to meet you Y/N. I’m John B and these are JJ, Pope, and Sarah,” one of the guys introduced himself and the people standing next to him.

The girl with dirty blonde hair, who was supposedly called Sarah came closer to, wanting to start a conversation. “Are you new here? I haven’t seen you around.”

“Yeah, I just moved here.”

“Oh, you did? That’s so cool. Maybe we can hang out sometime?”

“I’d love that,” you smiled.

“Go get her a drink, you dumbass!” one of the guys whisper-yelled to the other one.

“No fucking way.”

“Come on, JJ.”

“Fine,” he sighed, giving up and rolling his eyes at the other dude. He took a clean cup and poured some beer into it. Then he came over to you and handed you the cup.

You weren’t really a fan of beer but you were polite so you took it. “Thank you!”

As the night went on, the blonde boy, who brought you a drink earlier, started talking with you more and more and when it was almost 2 a.m, you and he were basically the only ones left outside.

He told you about himself and you told him about yourself. Occasional jokes were thrown into the conversation and you actually really enjoyed talking to him. JJ was the kind of person you’d want to pour your heart out to.

And that’s exactly what you did. The night ended with you half-drunkenly crying in his arms, telling him how much you missed your friends from back home and how all of that moving and leaving everything behind made you feel.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be your friend. Everything will be fine.”

He kept his promise. You hung out every day after that. You were spending more time with him than Kiara, which made her jealous. Jokingly, of course. She was actually fine with it as long as you’d spend at least some time with her.

One day, he thought it would be the best ide to teach you how to surf, which ended up with you at the hospital with stitches on your right knee.

“Come on, Y/N! It’s not hard.” 

“Yeah, says you. You’re literally a surf god.”

A few hours into JJ teaching you, you lost focus for a second and fell. And of course, there were some weirds sharp rocks right underneath you in the water.

It was the worst pain you’d ever felt. JJ took you to the hospital and you had to walk around with crutches for almost 2 months.

He felt so bad. Seeing you in pain hurt him mentally. So he did his best to take care of you as well as he could when you were unable to walk properly.

He carried you up the stairs at your place and helped you get into the van when you were hanging out with the pogues. He even made you like 20 “get well soon!” cards, which you all stored in your dresser beside your bed. They held a special place in your heart.

At that time when JJ was taking care of you and helping you all the time, you came to a huge realization.

You liked him.

A lot.

And you were hoping so badly that he would feel the same. 

So a few weeks after your realization, you had build up a bit of courage to finally tell him, how you were feeling.

So you texted him and asked him to come to your place since you couldn’t really walk properly at the moment.

As he entered your room, he asked. “What’s up? You wanted to talk about something?”

You patted the spot next to you on the bed, motioning him to sit down.

“Yes, I did want to talk to you. Well, i wanted to tell you something.” You made a little pause in you speech, nervously fiddling with your fingers. JJ noticed it and placed his hand on yours.

“Whatever it is, it will be alright.”

You nodded, staring at the ground, unable to look him into the eyes. 

You took a deep breath and then blurted it out. “I think I’m in love with you.”

JJ felt like the whole world stopped. He felt like you and him were the only people left in the world. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. There was no way you were feeling the same way that he was. At least that’s what he thought.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same. How could you? But I thought I’d just tell you now. Better now than never, right?”

He placed his hand on your cheek, turning your head so you had to finally face him. 

He didn’t say a word. He leaned closer to you, your lips almost touching. Your heart was literally beating out of your chest.

“I think I’m in love with you too, Y/N.”

And then he connected your lips at last, making a million butterflies erupt in your stomach. The kiss was passionate but sweet. It was everything you had dreamed of and even more.

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[lunnanunna]

Bad Parenting

DAY6 Extra Member AU

Summary: Parker gets left behind at the airport.

Warnings: swearing

Taglist: @hyunmijung​ @galacticstxrdust​ @kimonmars​ @soobinssmile​

A/N: Thanks for waiting! I’m back to my regular updates! Hope you enjoy!

Requests are open! Please let me know what you think.

Parker stepped out of the bathroom stall, and walked over to the sink. She washed her hands then moved over to grab some paper towels to dry them. While doing all this she hummed to the song that was playing on the speakers in the bathroom.

Taking a look in the mirror, Parker ran her fingers through her hair– it had gotten messy while she slept on the plane– then readjusted her face mask. Once pleased with how she looked, the girl adjusted the straps of her backpack and walked out of the bathroom.

Day6 had just landed in Japan for some promotions, and were about to head to the hotel to relax for a few hours before they had to do a fan meet. To say Parker was excited was an understatement. She’d only ever been to Japan a handful of times, but she fell in love with the country more and more each time she visited.

Parker kept her head slightly bowed as she maneuvered through the crowds looking for the seating area where she had left the boys. As she neared though, she couldn’t find any of them. She looked around, eyes scanning each person that walked by, but no luck. They were gone.

A groan passed her lips as she shoved her hand into the pocket of her hoodie. Finding her phone she dialed Sungjin’s number. She huffed as it started to ring. This wasn’t the first time that they had forgotten her, but it was the first time it happened in an airport and overseas for that matter.

When the automated voice greeted her, Parker cursed. “Of-fucking-course,” she grumbled, scrolling through her contacts for Younghyun’s number. She ended up calling all five members plus their manager, Jaewon, and yet no answer.

Parker shot a quick text into their group chat, angrily typing “I hate you all! You idiots left me here! This is child abandonment! I’m reporting you all!!!” She added an angry face emoji then the swearing one, then shoved her phone back in her pocket.

Looking up, Parker searched for a sign that would lead her to an information desk. She could wait there until one of her bonehead members came for her. But after glancing at each sign, she realized that she was in Japan, and everything was in Japanese.

“Shit,” Parker whispered to herself as she looked around for anyone who looked like they worked here. Her eyes widened as she saw someone who looked like a cleaning staff. Hopefully she could make it through with her English. (It was the universal language, right?)

Parker walked over to the man who looked to be in his forties. She quickly racked her brain for the Japanese word for ‘excuse me’. (Thank God for anime.)

“S-sumimasen?” Parker began, calling the man’s attention. Said man stopped what he was doing and looked up at Parker. 

“Information desk?” She kept it simple, hoping that just those two words would be enough. The man squinted his eyes at her as if trying to understand what she was saying. 

Parker pulled her face mask down, resting it on her chin, then repeated herself. The man’s eyes widened in understanding, then pointed down the hallway towards a desk with a big sign that read “Information Desk.” Parker grunted. (Of course.)

Looking back at the man, she bowed. “Arigato Gozaimasu,” Parker said, smiling at the man. He smiled back and went back to doing his task.

Parker pulled her face mask back in place then walked over to the desk. She checked her phone again to see if anyone had called her, but her notifications were empty. (She’d kill them. All of them. Day6 would become a solo act.)

She got in line behind two other people, and waited for her turn. While she waited, Parker began to think through what she’d tell the woman at the desk exactly. Could they even help her? She could just wait nearby so it’d be easier for the boys to find her, that is, if they even realize she’s missing.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and Parker quickly reached for it. “Hallelujah,” she whispered in relief, as she saw Dowoon’s name flash on the screen. Parker pressed accept, and waited to hear his voice.

“Hello? Parker?” came his voice. He sounded worried, and rightfully so.

“Yah! You all left me, didn’t you?!” Parker shouted into the phone, then smiled sheepishly to the people around her. She bowed her head and apologized as she left the line and found a secluded area to properly yell.

“It was an accident, I swear!” Parker heard Sungjin say. Dowoon must have the phone on speaker. (Perfect, she could rip them all a new one.)

“How far did you get?” she asked, placing a hand on her hip, tapping her foot angrily.

“About ten minutes from the airport?” Younghyun said nervously, almost sounding like a question.

“Traffic?” Parker asked.

“No,” Wonpil had answered dejectedly. Parker smirked. (Good. they should feel ashamed.)

“Are you on your way back?”

“Obviously,” Jae answered this time, though he sounded slightly annoyed. Parker raised a brow at that.

“Soo, we’re really sorry. I swear we thought you were with us. We’re all so tired from this past week's schedule, that we honestly hadn’t noticed,” Sungjin said. 

Parker could hear the shame in his voice. She knew that the leader was beating himself up, and as much as she wanted to be annoyed with them for leaving her behind again, she hated hearing Sungjin like this.

“It’s fine. No worries,” she said, walking over to an empty seat. She sat her bag on the ground then pressed her knees to her chest.

“No it’s not. We left a member, our youngest member, alone in a foreign country,” Sungjin said in exasperation.  He was getting worked up.

“Seriously, Oppa. I’m good. I’m not even that mad. Just hungry,” Parker said, hoping to lighten the mood. She heard a chuckle that sounded like Dowoon.

“I’ll get you whatever you want,” Sungjin quickly said.

Parker laughed. “Sounds good,” she said looking out the window. From where she sat she could look out onto the street. “You almost here?” she asked.

“Pulling up right now.” That was Jaewon.

“I’m at the info desk on the first floor. I think it’s by the west entrance,” Parker supplied. She stood up, and slung her bag onto her shoulders.

“Perfect. Thank you,” Jaewon said. Parker imagined him pulling right up to the entrance.

“We’re coming in now,” Sungin stated.

Parker’s eyes widened. “Who’s ‘we’?” she asked. She’d be so embarrassed to have all of them swarm her and have everyone watch.

“Chill. Only Sungjin and Dowoon are going in,” Jae said. Parker could hear him smirking.

Parker nodded her head, then remembered that they could see her. “Okay,” she said. Then she moved to get a better view of the west entrance.

“Okay, we’re coming in now, Soo,” Sungjin said, just as Parker caught a glimpse of them walking through the revolving doors.

“I see you,” she said, then waved her hand in the air as the pair looked her way. Dowoon spotted her first, then grabbed Sungjin’s arm and pulled him towards her.

Parker hung up then put her phone in her pocket. She walked over to the two, shaking her head with a pout. “Bad parenting,” she said, but laughed as Sungjin crashed into her, arms wrapping around her.

“I’m so sorry, Soojin,” the older said, as he held her. Parker smiled into his chest and hugged him back.

“It’s okay, Oppa. Really.” Parker pulled out of the embrace and peeked up at him. She grinned and Sungjin couldn’t help grinning back.

“Okay, now that we know that you’re okay. Let’s get going. I’m pretty sure that Hyung is double parked,” Dowoon, chuckled as he waved towards the door.

“Were you not worried?” Parker quizzed the drummer as the three began to walk towards the exit.

“At first yeah, but let’s be honest. You’d have been able to find a way to the hotel on your own. Plus I was lowkey scared that if you did, you’d kill us,” Dowoon said, laughing.

“Yah!” Sungjin made to wack Dowoon on the arm, but the younger dodged. “But he’s right. To both,” Sungjin said to Parker, smiling.

“This is very true. I was actually on my way to kill you all when Oppa called,” Parker chuckled. She smiled smugly when she saw both of them falter in their step.

“Why did it take you guys so long to realize I was gone? Did you not notice how quiet the car ride was?” Parker joked as the three made their way to the van that they had rented.

“Actually, that’s what tipped us off. The car was way too quiet,” Dowoon said. Parker’s jaw dropped.

“Next time I’ll make sure to do a head count, instead of wondering why the constant chatter has stopped,”  Sungjin said, looking forward. Parker waited for him to chuckle or smile, but then she realized that he was being serious.

Parker shrugged her shoulders as she entered the van. “A head count would be more efficient, but I still can’t believe that my noise level is how you determine if I’m here or not,” Parker shook her head. She climbed in and sat next to Wonpil in the back row.

“We wouldn’t have to do that if you actually had a mute button,” Jae said from his place in the passenger seat. His seat was slightly reclined and his eyes were closed.

“Well if that were the case, then y’all would have very boring lives,” Parker said as the van began to move.

“The word you’re looking for is quiet. We’d have very quiet lives,” Jae corrected.

“Oppa! Jae’s picking on me again,” Parker whined. Her pout turned to a smirk when she saw Sungjin grimace. She was sure that he was regretting coming back for her.

Parker’s Masterlist

[katies3pticeye]

Closer

It was a simple task. It should have been easy at this rate. For one, Chase had gone to the store to buy props for his videos several times. The only times he didn’t was when Jack let him borrow something, but for the most part, he visited this shop a ton- probably more than anyone else had in their lives. All the things he needed were there: nerf guns, bullets, things to shoot trick-shots in… it was all located right there- in that simple store.

That’s actually where he met Jack the first time. No wonder he always went to that specific one. There were so many memories there. So many… happy memories.

However, today, it was hard for him to get out of bed. He wasn’t awoken by his son and daughter playing on their switches in the living room. He wasn’t awoken by Stacy getting out of bed, going to make herself some coffee before her 9-to-5 job.

They were all at her sister’s this weekend.

Also, to be honest… he felt so lonely. It was like he was suffocating within the house’s walls. Waking up to a house filled with nothing was… demotivating to say the least.

No texts from Jack saying, “Good morning.” Those might’ve been Jack’s last words to Chase, actually. “Hope you’re having a good day.” “Hope Anti isn’t getting to you.” “Stacy being any nicer?”

Just straight up- nothing.

Jack fell into a coma.

This was the fact that… really, no ego knew how to deal with: especially Chase. Schneep buried himself into his work, JJ worked on more silent movies… Jackie ran around with the ability to save lives, which Chase really admired, but he wished Jackie managed to save Jack. It was understandable, though. Anti was a too-powerful force to fight alone. Marvin worked on some new stone formula he was rambling about. “A way to save Jack,” whatever.

Jack was in a coma. He probably wouldn’t make it out alive. That was that.

It was probably pessimistic of him to figure that, but when you’re in Chase’s shoes, what else could you think at this moment? Maybe Schneep shouldn’t ha- too far, Chase. Too far.

He looked down at the table in the foyer. The room had no lights on; the natural lighting of the day pierced through the windows, brightening up the room as much as it needed. Chase noticed his hat resting on its surface. Normally, he’d put it on. It was how the public told him apart from the other egos. Hat and gun. Chase.

He walked out of the house, not even touching it. No regrets- part of Chase didn’t feel deserving of the title. “Jacksepticeye ego.” Such a strange concept. The fact that he was close enough to him to be called that. Jack was such an amazing friend to him. Chase knew he didn’t deserve that.

He got in his car and drove over to the store. The shop was filled with memories and flashbacks. Would this be a good idea? Honestly, probably not. When Chase got out of the car, he knew it was strange. The whole feeling surrounding this place… it changed.

It was almost like he was seeing the place for the first time. Its darker equivalent- filled with past memories which, honestly, filled him with more sadness than remembrance.

It was a weird deja vu. Jack and him haven’t been to the store together in awhile, so it wasn’t like it was a daily routine. It just seemed so strange to be here without him right now. It was so weird…

“Hey, Jack!”

Chase’s eyes flew open and looked behind him, only to see a kid- maybe about age nine- running up to him while smiling.

“Jack, Jack, Jack! That video yesterday was so cool!” The girl laughed, glancing at Chase. That’s when he realized it. He left the hat at home.

This girl thought that he was Jack.

“The amount of editing to make Anti seem realistic? That must’ve been really challenging! Tell Robin I told him that he did a great job, will you?”

He wanted to tell her that it wasn’t editing at all. He wanted to say that Jack actually sliced his neck; that he was in a coma. However, he couldn’t bare to tell the truth to this little girl. She’s too young and optimistic to have her joy taken down like that.

So with a shaky breath, Chase responded, “Oh, yeah. I- I will! J- I was- uh… I was-“ Chase exhaled to calm himself, trying not to let his emotions surface before continuing. “I was really proud of him.”

“Are you okay, Jack?” The girl asked, looking at him with a confused expression.

“Yep! Never been better,” Chase said rather quickly, giving her the best smile he possibly could, though it was obviously pained. Whether the girl realized that or not was up to how smart she was.

“Oh, okay. Well, I’ll see you in your next upload! Can’t wait for today’s one!”

And then the girl left.

There was one thing for certain. Chase didn’t know what to do.

Okay, look- Jack was in a coma! No one- not even one subscriber- would get a post coming from Jack in years. Maybe never! Was he supposed to crush all of these people’s dreams like this? Their dreams of finally meeting Jack at that one VidCon meet and greet? Their dreams of finding out what happens to these “characters”?

Chase went back in his car, not even bothering to go to go into the store. He turned it on, and once he did, he dialed one of the closest friends he had: Schneep. Honestly, Chase was kind of surprised once he picked up. Henrik’s usually really busy at the ER.

“Hey, Henrik,” Chase said, putting the phone against his ear as he started driving away from the store.

“You don’t usually call- it’s usually just a text,” Henrik replied, his voice actually sounding kind of concerned on the other side of the line. Maybe it’s because of a patient, or maybe it’s because of the fact that Jack fell into a coma yesterday. Who knows? “Are you okay?”

“I’m f-“ Chase stopped in the middle of his sentence, honestly not knowing if he should’ve said the typical ‘fine’ response or not. Everyone was dealing with Jack’s death right now. He might as well be honest, right? “I- well, this person at the prop shop Jack and I used to go to for everything? They recognized me, but- but they thought I was Jack.”

“Chase, this is why you’re supposed to go with the hat on! Didn’t we all have this meeting earlier? Marvin goes in the mask, JJ wears hi-“

“I know!”

Henrik stopped his ramble when Chase spoke, but after a few seconds of silence passed, he started talking again. “Then why did you go without it?”

“Because I-“ Chase sighed, glancing out at the street in front of him. “Because I didn’t feel like I deserved it.”

“Chase, you know that’s not true,” Henrik said, his voice, once again, filled with the original concern.

“We can leave that up to negotiation, but look, that fan who thought I was Jack? She was so excited to see him again today, and I- and… I don’t know,” Chase replied. “I just… feel like I could do something about it?”

A few moments of silence passed before Henrik spoke up. “What are you thinking of doing, Chase? Jack- he isn’t waking up for a long time. You and I both know that.”

“We have to do something on his channel. Something everyone will love- something us characters can do for him,” Chase started, his mind scrambling through a ton of different ideas all at once. “Get all of the egos to Jack’s house- except Anti, obviously. We all have a key. We can plan this out together.”

“Chase, we can’t tell the world that he’s-“

“Get them all together,” Chase interrupted, showing Henrik that he’s dedicated to this. He wasn’t going to let Jack’s channel sit and rot until he woke up. They had to do something. “...please.”

There was a pause that seemed like an eternity towards the man driving the car, but soon, Henrik finally replied. “Alright. Okay- we’ll do it. I just finished my work anyway.”

“Thanks, Henrik,” Chase said, glad that he accepted the idea in the end.

“You’re welcome.”

~

And that’s why all of the egos were sitting around the living room, obviously confused about what Chase was planning. Honestly, Chase didn’t even know what he was doing himself. “Look, all I know is that we can’t leave Jack’s channel empty while he’s in a coma.”

Jameson was sitting in a chair towards the corner of the room. Henrik and Jackie sat next to each other on the couch while Marvin leaned against the wall. Chase was pacing around the room, glancing at the egos every now and then in hope to see some type of spark fly in their eyes.

“Don’t you guys get it? Jack needs us to be there for him, even if he physically can’t respond to us anymore,” Chase started, stopping his movement and standing in front of the TV so everyone could clearly see him. “If we leave his channel alone, all of his subscribers are going to think he vanished into thin air!”

“That’s exactly what he did,” Marvin said, his arms crossed as he looked over at Chase. “He’s gone. Whether the fans realize that or not is up to them. Whether they think Anti was a character or not? Up to them.”

“Not to be mean or anything, but what would we do about it anyways?” Jackie asked. “I’d be down to do skits or whatever for a bit, but people would catch on eventually. They’d start asking where the gameplay videos are.”

“Then we make gameplay videos, and we don’t show the fact that we’re characters,” Chase suggested, trying to think of a solution to that.

Jameson looked over at Chase before signing. “Chase, I can’t speak, so.”

“Then we- I don’t know,” Chase sighed.

“We have to leave it up to those conspiracy theorists,” Marvin shrugged. “We don’t have another option. If we start uploading, Anti’s only going to get more upset. His ‘puppets are taking over the channel’ type of deal. Been ‘watching the puppets.’ That shit.”

“Someone’s got to have some faith in this idea, right?” Chase asked, glancing at everyone. “We can’t let them suffer in the unknown!”

“The unknown is the only option,” Jackie said, feeling a little bad that he was arguing against the almost-desperate Chase, but from where he stood, it seemed like the best choice.

“Everyone fears the unknown, and the darkest theories will always be death,” Henrik added, finally speaking throughout this entire conversation. “Look, I’ve made my mistakes, but I know that Jack wouldn’t want to be the ‘YouTuber who disappeared for four years because he actually almost died.’ I don’t think his fans want that legacy either. Honestly, I think Chase is onto something. We just have to think about what to do.”

There were a few moments of silence before Jackie spoke up. “So if this crazy, insane idea works- we’ll all be seen as Jack? Even though we have different accents and personalities? We’d just be… making a fake identity of ourselves on the screen? Faking as our friend?”

Jameson looked over at Jackie and started signing. “At least you have an accent.” They both smiled a little bit, knowing that it was just a joke.

“We can’t all fake as Jack,” Henrik said, glancing over at Jackie. “It has to be one of us. One of us that will be able to showcase Jack the most. Someone who knows how to work YouTube- someone who’s energetic and-“

“I’ll do it,” Chase interrupted, raising his hand as he did to show that his decision was final. “I came up with the idea. We know damn well that some of you don’t even understand technology. The fact that I was falsely recognized as Jack already shows that I might be able to pull it off.”

“But then that’s two channels- Chase, are you sure?” Henrik asked.

“Look- we’re all busy. JJ has to work on his silent movies, Jackie has to save lives, Marvin has to work on the stone- hell, even you, Henrik, are diving even deeper into your massive workload,” Chase replied, looking over at him. “Just take this as my fair share. I’m the YouTube guy.”

“And you get to steal all of Jack’s money from ad revenue.” Jackie smirked, laughing a little.

“Jackie, no,” Marvin sighed, rolling his eyes playfully.

“So… you sure you’re okay with it?” Henrik questioned, knowing that adding another channel’s weight on Chase’s load of shit would probably take a toll on him.

He just nodded, though- accepting his fate. “Again, I came up with the idea. You couldn’t do it, Schneep, your accent isn’t like Jack’s at all. JJ, you literally can’t talk. Marvin, you’re busy saving Jack’s life with that stone thing. I guess Jackie is the best second option, but it’s hard to get him in front of a camera without being in a red spandex.”

“Hey!” Jackie frowned, crossing his arms.

“Kidding, kidding,” Chase chuckled. “But I know I’m probably the most qualified to take over his spot, so I’ll take it.”

“Alright,” Henrik sighed, looking over at him. “If you ever need a break day, Jackie could probably take your place for that, y’know.”

“I’ve wanted to play South Park anyways.” Jackie smiled.

“Thanks, guys, but I’ll be okay,” Chase replied, glancing at everyone. “I can manage.”

~

Famous last words.

It was weird acting as Jack, but he finished up a good month of videos. Only a couple of odd notices happened in public, so that was good for Chase at least. Two channels were starting to take their toll on him, though.

He was at Jack’s house for most of the time, but he decided to go back to his house for one of the break days Henrik mentioned back then- for Jackie to take over. Chase was honestly really thankful for that excuse because Jackie really wanted to play South Park, and he was starting to get annoyed that Chase was “hogging” the channel.

Anyway, when Chase got home, he walked through the front door, and somehow… the lights didn’t work. They wouldn’t turn on. Strange.

He saw on the table a lighter and a candle, almost like someone put them there. The hat wasn’t resting in its place anymore; it was gone somehow. Chase lit a candle and used it as his flashlight throughout the house. When he heard his children, he got even more nervous, so he started being a bit more cautious but hectic at the same time.

That’s when he saw him.

Anti.

He was standing at the end of the hallway, and Chase would be lying if he didn’t say that he was scared shitless. “Who’s there?” Anti just turned around, knowing damn well that he knew who he was. His eye lit green, causing Chase’s expression to grow even more panicked.

He remembered his children from before, so he couldn’t help but ask the next question. “Where are they?” Once he saw Anti not even twitch, he yelled out another. “What do you want from me?!”

And then he came closer.

[frangipanidownunder]

100 degrees of separation: fic

For @perplexistan who requested: M and S at the UH, where there is no air conditioning, and it is a record-setting, sweltering summer day. Set post season 11? Rated T, I guess.

By lunch-time it was 95 degrees and the temperature was still creeping higher. The ceiling fan whumped pitifully, simply spreading the misery around the kitchen. Even with the blind firmly closed, the heat wedged itself against the window and permeated everything. The clock on the wall titched slowly, as though the minutes were being squeezed through molasses to tick on.

Mulder peeled his forearms from the table and brought the sports pages with him. Scully puffed a wisp of stray hair from her forehead, smiling at his grapple with the newsprint. As she leaned across to help him, his attention was trapped by the bead of sweat trickling down her cleavage, weaving over the spray of rose freckles, and all his irritation at the humidity evaporated, as he watched it disappear into the V of her tank-top. He licked his lips.

“Thirsty?” she murmured, in a tone that suggested she knew exactly what had caught his eye. “We need to stay hydrated.”

“Kinda,” he said, finally removing the last of the newspaper.

“I know you love the game, Mulder but you didn’t need to tattoo it on your skin. She took his hand and twisted his arm over. “Look at that,” she said, her voice perkier, “Yankees beat the Red Sox 11 to 1.”

He read the print that had marked the heel of his thumb and along the grooves of his wrist. “Severino finished 13 and 2. Not too shabby, Scully.”

“Whatever you say, Mulder. I’m going to make iced tea. Care for some?”

“Sure. Price finished 9 and 6. But I can’t make out the Washington scores.” He rummaged through the ripped paper but ended up flinging strips into the air where they wafted momentarily on the rising heat like ticker-tape before settling willy-nilly over the table and floor. Scully sighed and he couldn’t make out if it was because she was standing in front of the open refrigerator or if it was a precursor to her snapping at him to clean up his mess. Taking no chances, he set about gathering the remnants of the pages and scrunching them into a ball.

“Don’t even think about throwing that at me,” Scully said from deep inside the ice box.

His mother used to say something about women having eyes in the backs of their heads and as a small boy it used to creep him out enough to stop him sleeping. When his sister was born, he turned her over just to check. Scully let the door shut and turned just as he closed the gap between them. He gathered her in his arms and welcomed her cool front.

“Ice, ice baby,” he sang, rocking his hips side to side with hers. She played along for a moment before shrugging away from him and setting the ice cube tray on the table.

“Grab that for me,” she asked, nodding at the ornate mason jar on the side. “I’ve added mint and lemon. Should be really refreshing. My mom used to make this recipe for us…” She looked up at him, eyes a little wetter than before and he tossed the paper ball into the trash can, nodding his understanding at her. It still cut her. It cut him too, their cumulative losses over the decades. If he had learned anything from their experiences, it was that they were each the only person in the world who truly understood the other. Love was nothing to do with it, though it helped. For the most part, anyway. 

He watched her drop ice into the jar, took the brewed tea and poured it over the cubes so they crackled and split a little. The lemon slices rose up the sides along with the mint sprigs and the aroma put him in mind of midsummer evenings in the Red Stag’s beer garden listening to Wimbledon commentary as the Pimms pitcher sloshed on the rickety, silvered table-top.

Like the smell, however, the cool action of the drink dissipated far too quickly and after ten minutes, they were both sweating again.

“Hyperhidrosis,” she mused, pressing a wet wad of paper towel to her forehead and chest.

“If that’s your medical diagnosis,” he said, unsticking each thigh from the chair, “how does one combat its symptoms?”

She scoffed and flopped back, angling her arms at 45 degrees, circling her wrists back and forth. “Someone tell Mother Nature to dial it back in a little. She’s being a bitch.”

“She’s a bit pissed at our inability to address the climate situation and I’d say she’s got fair cause.”

“But humidity at over 90 per cent, Mulder, that’s more than a bit pissed, that’s white-hot rage.”

“Hm-mm,” he said, turning over his cell. “If it gets to 100 degrees, I’ll expire. How do Aussies live like this?”

“They have a/c everywhere,” she said.

“Uh-huh, they probably even have it in their refrigerators.” He tried to laugh at his own joke but the heat stole it from his mouth.

“More people die from the cold in Australia than the heat. Their housing isn’t built for the winters. Temperatures in the south of the country are low outside of the three months of summer. And you won’t expire, Mulder. Not on my watch.”

There it was again. That understanding, that support. Her answer about deaths in Australia didn’t really surprise him. Housing in England was similarly deficient, just for the heat, not the cold. Radiators and terraces and wall to wall carpets helped heat homes during winters, but he remembered nights in Oxford where July humidity kept him awake, tossing and turning in his bedsit while the beat of a rave rose and fell from the neighbouring farmland. He wasn’t sure about the mortality rate but it always felt like Death was laughing at the poor souls crushed into tiny living quarters.

“What’s the hottest you’ve ever been, Scully? Aside from that time you wore that sleek black skirt suit where I could see the outline of your stocking top.” He chuckled at her mock-offended expression.

“Rescuing you from Arecibo is pretty high on the list of Times Dana Scully Nearly Melted.”

“You didn’t rescue me.”

“What would you call it, then, Mr George ‘Proof of Contact’ Hale?” Her voice rose up the scale of indignation a notch.

“I didn’t ask you to come. We weren’t even partners then. You just…invited yourself. And, by the way, I got us out of there like a Hollywood stunt driver.”

“I had to have months of physio to straighten my spine after that little trip to the rainforest. Jesus, Mulder.”

“You drive like that all the time,” he countered.

“Do not,” she snipped, and pushed her chair back. “And invited myself? Really?”

She disappeared for a bit and he lay his head down on the table but a pool of warm sweat gathered on his skin so that his forehead slipped away, juddering across the surface. He looked up as Scully came back into the kitchen and blinked away the droplets that ran into his eyes. “Are you putting linen in the freezer?”

“Yes. And no, I’m not mad. You’ll thank me later.”

She disappeared again and when she returned the next time, she was carrying a scalpel and a pair of surgical scissors.

“You are mad,” he said, rubbing a hand over his chin. “Just not the insane kind. What have I done, Scully?”

“Nothing yet. Get me two empty water bottles.” He did and she nodded to the scalpel. “Puncture holes in them at regular intervals and then cut the bottoms off.” When he’d finished, she’d come back with a ball of string. He watched as she tied the bottles, upside down, to the back of the fan, looping the string through the holes and around the grating.

“I take it back,” he said, “this is a work of genius.”

She grinned, hair plastered to her face, skin sheen with sweat and in a flash, it took him back to that graveyard in Bellefleur. “I’ll get the ice.”

“And some salt. And pour more water in the ice tray,” she called after him.

Side by side, they sat cross-legged in front of the fan as the cool air blasted them. His cell registered 100 degrees and he flashed it to her.

“You saved me,” he said.

“Again,” she said, smugly.

“Who’s keeping score?”

“You are.” She batted his hand away and let her head hang back, the curls of her frizzed hair straightening when the fan blew over her. Her nipples protruded tantalisingly and he shifted on his seat.

“What’s the coldest you’ve ever been? Icy Cape? Antarctica?”

She turned to him. “No,” she said, tilting her head. “It was when you let Agent Fowley back on the scene.”

“Ouch,” he said. “No anaesthetic for your surgical barbs.”

“Shut up, Mulder. I’m getting cool.”

“Hmmm, you’ve always been cool, Scully.”

Her giggle was girlish and his temperature rose despite her makeshift air conditioner. “Any chance of a…?”

“In this heat? Absolutely none,” she declared, but he could always melt her icy edges so he closed his eyes, held his silence and bade his time. Their deep understanding would get him past her 100 degrees of separation.

[colderthancoldest]

((Thanks anon! I picked 13 and Dhawan!Master of course lol))

The Master's Tardis had traced the call seven minutes in advance to this exact time and location. He pushed open his Tardis door to find himself in front of some no name bar with graffiti scrawled on the side, situated in front of an empty ravine. He was on Earth, and there was probably a similarly ramshackled city around him, but he didn't so much as spare it a glance.

The Master's steps were determined, his jaw clenched, and his hands shaking despite his signature device in hand.

He had been on the other side of the universe, licking his wounds like any old villain would when disappointed by their least nemesis showdown. It all made his blood boil to have caved so soon. To come back and HELP the Doctor.

The Doctor still had O's number and her call was scheduled to be made in exactly seven minutes. A hysterical, agonizing call that begged the Master to intervene. He wasn't sure what was worse, hearing the Doctor in so much despair, or the disappointment that hearing her in such agony somehow didn't lessen his own.

Seven minutes, which quickly turned into six by the time he made his way to the bar. Why the Doctor would ever be here- let alone with her 'companions'- was beyond him. He could only assume that her and her little fake family of humans were investigating yet another 'alien disturbance' before everything went wrong.

He glanced inside the window. He could see the Doctor grinning away, telling some kind of story to a curious crowd. Judging from her smiling face, there was still time yet to fix things.

Graham was there with the Doctor, but there was no sign of Yaz or Ryan inside.

The Master found a frustrated growl caught in his throat.

Five minutes now.

"We just want to ask you some questions-" the Master spun his head around to pinpoint the location of Yaz's voice. She was behind the building, out of his line of sight, but close by, "you clearly know something you're not telling us."

"Yeah," a voice added whom the Master could only assume was Ryan, "an' we can't help until you tell us what you're scared of."

The Master raced over the overgrown lot and skidded across the loose gravel as his eyes finally landed on the pair of humans. They were questioning what looked like a young lady- but the Master wasn't so naive. In under five minutes both humans would be dead if the Master didn't do something.

The Master reached out his arm and aimed the device at the lady. Her lips curled into an evil smile, but the Master's ray hit her before she could transform into whatever disgusting monster was undoubtedly underneath.

Yaz and Ryan's mouths fell open in shock as the lady suddenly shrank into a figurine and subsequently tumbled down the ravine. They scrambled back from the ledge and turned their heads to find the Master responsible.

The Master glanced over Yaz and Ryan for a moment, looked down at the tiny item tumbling away- half-transformed into a disgusting monster of black goo- and then glared at the Doctor's companions once more.

The Master shouted with such intensity that the back windows of the nearby buildings shook in their frames.

"You two. Come with me. Now." he demanded.

"Wait! Why did you-"

"Now! Or you'll die right on schedule."

The Master's forceful voice twisted his words into a threat, even though his actions suggested nothing of the sort. He was saving them, but he didn't have the time nor patience to explain why. He wasn't even sure he could explain why even if he wanted to.

The Master returned his device to his pocket, his hands shaking terribly as he fought himself for control.

"Come on," he said flatly. Then he turned, and led the pair into the pathetic excuse of a building.

The Master easily kicked through the lock of the emergency exit and let himself in, via the staff room. He heard the humans asking him questions as they followed, but blatantly ignored them.

The Master made his way through the small room, through the kitchen, and zapped some random soul playing darts as he entered the main room before the drunken fool accidentally hit someone.

Some garbage song from the 1980′s drifted through the dimly lit room as the Master approached the Doctor and grabbed her hand.

"Lovely to meet you all," the Master gave the various humans around the table a false smile, "Dearest, I think we'll be leaving," he hissed into the Doctor's ear.

He tightened his grip on her hand, making her sharply aware that this was not optional.

He only had four minutes after all. Four minutes to fix everything.

The Doctor looked up at him, her eyes not fully realizing it was him for a moment.

"You!" He heard Graham gasp.

The Master shook his head sharply, his anger swelling up into every tense muscle in his body. He hated these humans. He didn't understand why the Doctor would care so much for such fragile play things.

And yet here he was. The LEAST they could do was cooperate.

"Theta," the Master hissed through his teeth so quietly no one else could make out the word, "time to run."

The Doctor looked him over, her expression cold for a long moment, before she seemed to recognize the Master's desperation for her to comply. Finally, finally, she stood up. Her fingers clamped down on the Master's hand equally as tight, as if it was some sort of competition.

"Right, let's go fam," the Doctor happily said with a false sense of security.

Immediately, the Master led her out of the rundown bar, hand in hand. He broke into a run once they were out the doors and didn't stop. Just over three minutes. Three minutes to keep everyone alive. That was the deal.

Save them, just this once.

He didn't slow down for a single moment. Not even to see if the others were catching up. He just ran, down the street, around corners, through the park, and he didn't stop until the seconds ticked down and his full seven minutes were up.

When he finally stopped, he found himself- and the others of course- on a bridge overlooking a stream.

Only then, did he let go of the Doctor's hand.

The Master leaned over the edge, breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath.

There was just one last thing to do.

"Give me your phone!" He demanded, pulling out his own phone from his pocket.

"What? Why?" The Doctor protested, "And why are we-"

"Phone... or the paradox breaks," the Master demanded.

The Doctor glared at him, but she did give up her phone.

The Master impatiently snatched it from her hand.

He opened it up and dialed his own number.

"Everyone cover your ears!" He huffed.

He checked the time. Just seconds to go.

There was some groaning from the humans, but the Doctor told them something about the dangers of paradoxes and so they complied.

The Master held his thumb over the dial icon, looking back to the Doctor once more.

"You too, dear," he said softer than he had ever said anything to this version of the Doctor.

Reluctantly, the Doctor put her hands over her ears.

The Master dialed his own number in one hand, and pulled up the recording of the Doctor's message on his own phone in the other.

He hit play on the Doctor's message, the message that had brought him here, and held the phones up to each other.

It was still a paradox, but at least this would lessen the damage. The Master winced to hear the message, the pain of it refusing to dull even after a second listen.

"Master- Koschei-" the Doctor's voice broke over the recording, "I- I messed up. My fam... my-" she sniffed, audibly crying, "Master, I messed up. They're... they're dead. They only stepped out for a minute I didn't-I didn't even realize-"

The Master grimaced as she paused to catch her breath, the sobs clearly evident from her quivering words and the way her words occasionally caught in her throat.

"I can't- I can't fix it. The timelines- the- I really messed up. Just... please." Another pause.

"Master, please. I need you to help me. They can't die like this, not them. I can't- I can't do this without them. I can't lose them like this- just- please, just this once- I-I can't cross my timeline-" the Doctor in the recording sniffled, "I can't cross my timeline, you understand why... but you can. You're not part of the events so... please. I know you said you would never save them but I- I can't let them die like this. I can't let it be my fault so please, please save them. Just this once."

Another pause. The Master pictured the Doctor, probably all curled up on the Tardis floor as she finally said, "What am I even doing. You're probably dead."

More sobbing. It hurt the Master like knives being dug into his chest. And to think. The Doctor crying over him.

Two more words,

"I'm alone."

And then the message ends.

The Master took a deep breath and hung up both phones.

He stared out over the water, composed himself, and then turned back to the gang.

The Master relinquished the Doctor's phone to her and gave a nod, a sign that he was done and it was all over.

She seemed to have complied with his demand for once, because the Doctor's eyes betrayed no sign she had heard the message that she would no longer have to send him.

Still, her eyes looked over the Master's heavy hearts with something distant as she lowered her hands, took the phone, and shoved it into her coat pocket once more.

"So what was that about?" she asked somberly.

The Master turned to face her and sat himself up on the ledge of the small bridge. He still wasn't a big fan of the running, but at least it was over now. He hoped he would never have to intervene like this again.

"You don't want to know, but it was for your own good," the Master snapped.

"He did sorta save us I think," Ryan interjected.

The humans had all lowered their hands when the Doctor had done so.

"You're sure?" The Doctor looked to him, slightly confused because the Master saving anyone didn't sound right at all to her ears.

"I hate to admit it, but yeah," Yaz vouched.

"No. You would never," the Doctor stepped closer to the Master, eyeing him skeptically, "Would you? No, not unless it helped you in some way. What are you planning?"

The Master sighed, exhausted by all this.

Helped him in some way? Plans? The only thing doing this /helped/ was making sure the Doctor didn't fling herself into the sun after thinking everyone she cared out was dead because of her.

Was keeping his best enemy in tip top condition for their next showdown not a selfish reason enough?

"You prefer them alive, don't you? Let's just leave it at that," he refused to elaborate.

"And yeah, I'm still alive too," he then added through his teeth, "I can't believe there was ever any doubt."

The Doctor shortened the distance between them until her face was close enough for their breaths to mingle in the cool, evening air.

"In that case, I'm not sure if I want to kiss you, or shove you off this bridge."

The Master's full lips pulled into an overwhelming smile.

"Can I pick?" he hummed warmly.

The Doctor considered this for a moment, her face so close they were practically touching.

"No," the Doctor smiled.

Her lips pressed against his, soft but firm against the Master's full lips. The scruff of his beard tickled her face just enough to make her smile.

More than anything, the Master was relieved. He much preferred the Doctor's grin to her mournful begging.

Then all at once, he lost his balance and fell back over the edge.

He hit the water with a loud splash and fell through the deep pocket of water until his back finally settled against the river bed. He wondered if the Doctor would jump in after him if he waited there long enough. He should have pulled her in along with him, but the Master hadn't realized he was going to be kissed and shoved in. Not that he was surprised.

He watched the blurry patches of color through the water as the Doctor and her gang make their way to the shore, clearly put off by the fact that the Master hadn't resurfaced yet.

He waited until the Doctor leaned over the edge to look for him before leaping up. In one swift motion, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into the water as well.

The Master chuckled as he dragged himself up onto shore, the weight of his soaked clothes pulling him down but his sweet revenge well worth the price.

The Doctor soon resurfaced as well with a surprised gasp and climbed up onto the land, now thoroughly soaked as well.

The Doctor began to laugh at having fallen prey to such a childish prank. A full, cheerful laugh, the likes of which had yet to grace this Master's ears.

It made the Master smile just a little.

"Is that it?" The Doctor finally asked, ringing the water out of the edge of her coat.

The Master nodded. His work here was done and he hoped he would never have to play 'damage control' again.

"It'd better be. Keep a better eye on your pets," the Master grumbled as he made his way back to the path.

It was time for him to go.

"We're not-" Graham began to defend the group against the Master's use of the word 'pets'.

The Master simply glared over each of them.

"You're welcome," he said gravely.

He could hear the humans question the Doctor about all this, but the Master couldn't care less.

He hated everything about this. He hated being weak like this.

And yet, he was thankful that he could return to his scheming knowing the Doctor would be alive and well for their next inevitable confrontation. That simple fact was worth everything to him.

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Spencer led her to the coffee shop and sat her down at a table. “What do you want? I’ll go get it for you.” He tells her softly, trying to be as comforting as he can. Hotch smiles a little bit “who knew he actually had game and could flirt” he responded back to Morgan

Adelyn looked up at him, “Surprise me?” She offered a soft smile. Morgan laughed, nodding, “Who knew...” he shook his head, “Let’s get this cleaned up.”

Reid nods, trying not to look alarmed as he didn’t know her very well so he’s not sure what she would like. He went up and ordered her a coffee with French vanilla creamer in it. He came back a couple minutes later “I hope you don’t hate this but we didn’t exactly talk about favorite coffees on the plane” he chuckles softly

Adelyn giggled a little and nodded, “Thank you!” She smiled and took a sip, her face lit up, “It’s super good!!” She smiled up at him, taking another sip. “Is this what you usually get?” She asked tilting her head to the side

He nods “on occasion as it isn’t my favorite drink” he explains to her. “So do you want to talk about it?” He asks her softly, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to”

Adelyn nodded a little, “What is your favorite drink?” She asked, leaning against the table. “And we can talk about anything I really don’t mind.” She let out a little laugh running a hand through her hair

“I like black coffee with a ton of sugar. It tastes amazing like that. The sugar has to overpower the black coffee taste though” he tells her. “So do you plan on staying with the BAU long or are you someone who likes to hop around from job to job?” He asks her as he takes a sip of his coffee

He chuckles “I don’t mind them but I know this job is for me. I love saving people and helping out families. Plus the view out of the plane is kind of amazing. I don’t think I could find a better job. Though I do eventually want to teach.” He tells her “it would be nice to give education to kids”

Adelyn nodded a little looking at his eyes full of interest, “You could probably get some teaching in..” she shrugged, “Talk to Agent Hotchner about it maybe?” She smiled a little while taking a sip of her coffee, “If it’s something you genuinely wanna do..do it. Where there’s a will there’s a way.” She smiled

He nods “I know that I could most likely get some in but with how my job currently is, with it being where I have to leave ASAP for a case, I don’t know how much I could realistically get in without being on-call. I just don’t want to dial it back too much on working at the FBI” he tells her. “Maybe one day but I don’t see that day happening anytime soon”

Adelyn looked over with a soft smile, “It could-I’m sure you can work it into the schedule to get off at the BAU to teach.” She leaned onto the table, “You’re brilliant Spence.” She smiled looking up at him, “It would be a waste just to spend it on cases...You’d be an amazing teacher!”

He smiles softly and looks down with a slight blush, “so sure about that as I tend to ramble about things no one really understands.” He explains “I doubt my students would find me to be a very interesting professor, you know?” He says and takes a sip of his coffee

Adelyn giggled a little, “You’d be surprised Spencer..My freshman year at college all my teacher did was spout on and on about the subject- I learned more when he ranted than when he actually taught.” She leaned back a bit and blushed a little, “As for the interesting part- you’ll get students maybe not to learn but they will..” she fiddled with the cup her cheeks bright pink

He nods softly “maybe soon. I would need to think about it. I’m not a fan of jumping into the unknown and this job has enough unknowns.” He chuckles softly “I’ve been working here for years and there are still things that shock me. It’s... weird as you would think you’d see everything by this point.”

Adelyn nodded a little, “don’t fear to step into the unknown for where there is risk there is risk, there is a reward.” She quoted Lori Hard before taking a sip of her coffee, “Should we head back to the hotel to get the case report done?” She asked

He nods as he looks outside “yeah we should most definitely head back there” he nods “we can walk there as it’s not far if you want. Walking clears my head” he explains to her.

Adelyn nodded, “We can walk.” She smiled finishing off her coffee, she threw the cup out running a hand through her hair. She looked around the area before she looked up at Reid, she giggled a little, “You got something right..” she reached up gently wiping leftover coffee from his upper lip, “there.” She smiled warmly

He chugged his coffee quickly before throwing it away and as he did she wiped something off his lip. “Um... thank you.” He says awkwardly, not knowing what to say. He was blushing but tried to hide it. “So would you still be down for a coffee in D.C?” He asks her softly “I know a place way better than this.” He chuckles

Adelyn nodded enthusiastically, “Of course!” She smiled, she fixed her skirt before she turned on her heels, “Come on Doc.” She nodded towards the direction of the precinct.

He chuckles and follows her, making mindless conversation to get to know her a little bit better. He walked her up to her room “well you better get to sleep so you don’t miss the plane tomorrow.” He chuckles softly “I may have missed a flight or two before” he informs her with a laugh

Adelyn let out a laugh, “you? Spencer Reid?” She looked up at him, “I don’t really sleep much so it shouldn’t be a problem.” She shrugged a little sugar coating the fact that she would normally just stay awake until her body sort of crashes. It definitely was the wrong thing to do considering her line of work.

“You should sleep more” he scolds her “you don’t want to fall asleep in random locations as I learned from experience that sucks.” He chuckles. “Well I’ll see you tomorrow addy- wait I mean Adelyn. Sorry.” He apologizes to her

Adelyn rolled her eyes a bit, “I haven’t done that since freshman year in high school.” She laughed a little before she smiled looking up at him, “You can call me whatever you’d like.” She shrugged, “I personally don’t care.”

“Well goodnight A. Get sleep.” He warns as he walks himself back to his room. He shut the door and sighed, it’s been a long day for him and he was eager to lay down. He fell asleep almost minutes after his head hit the pillow

. The next morning he didn’t really want  to wake up when his alarm went off  but slowly did. He got all packed and even had time to get some donuts. He knocked on her door, waiting for an answer.

Adelyn smiled a little nodding as she walked over to the room she was staying in and agreed to share a room with JJ. She got an hour or two of sleep before she got up. She didn’t really have to pack much as she was getting changed for the day she heard a knock. She brushed her teeth walking over, opening the door, “Morning.” She murmured leaving the door open so he could come in

He walked in “I brought you some donuts.” He says with a smile. “Thank you” JJ says and grabs one, he honestly forgot they were sharing a room. Well at least he got a lot of donuts instead of only two. “How are you this morning?” Reid asks her

Adelyn walked into the bathroom finishing up brushing her teeth and she walked out, “Fine? You?” She offered a small smile sitting down on the bed she pulls her socks on

“Pretty okay. I don’t like to sleep in hotel rooms. The amount of germs that there is scares me” he shivers just thinking about it. “So I had to shower very quickly this morning.” He tells her.

Adelyn snorted a bit, shaking her head, “Oh lord..” she smiled looking up at him, “I cannot wait to be at home with my blankets and beer.” She sighed a bit sitting back up, she adjusted her pants, “How large are your case reports?” She asked

He nods "I don't drink very often but I can't wait to be home reading a new book. I need some relaxation time" He admits to her. "The case shouldn't be too much. I can get it done on the plane'' he shrugs. "But we are leaving soon so I should triple check my bag" He says before leaving back to his room. It wasn't long before he was taking his seat on the plane.

Adelyn smiled a little, nodding as she looked up, “Maybe you can come over after- drink coffee or some beer.” She shrugged with a shy smile. She grabbed her bags after he finished then went to the plane

He was going through some files as he quickly scanned them. Sometimes in messy cases like this he had to go and attend their court session so it's better to know than not to know. JJ looked over to Emily. "They continue to get closer and closer. Wait until Garcia hears about this.

Adelyn glanced up at Spencer every now and then. She looked through the case report rubbing her eyes, she sighed tossing the file onto the table shaking her head a bit

Reid looked up ''you okay?" He asks her softly. He knows how hard it can be to be wrong, especially on your first case in a new job, "Do you just need a break from case files?" He asks with a chuckle. He also knows that feeling.

Adelyn nodded, “I’m fine.” She sighed a bit, “No.” she shook her head a bit, “Just don’t see a point in these...we were all there we saw it, the director doesnt even fuckin glance at these unless the team fucks up.” She shrugged

“Yeah but it helps when the director tries to go after the team. It’s happened on more than one occasion and it helps us build a case for why they should leave us alone” he explains to her. “I hate doing them too but I’ve seen them come after me and my friends too much.”

Adelyn nodded a little, she grabbed the file again with a small pout on her features. She ran a hand through her hair. “I see why but it really doesn’t need to be this long.” She giggles

He chuckles “I know. I personally hate going into detail. While I remember everything, I just hate having to relive it like that.” He explains to her “I just hope they won’t need one of us to stand trial.” He tells her with a sigh “that would be the worst.”

Adelyn nodded a little she chewed on her lower lip, she finished the rest of the report after 10 minutes. Once she finished she threw the paper down with a quiet cheer.

Reid chuckled at her quiet cheer. “Just in time too. We are minutes from landing. Are you excited to sleep in your own bed again because I know I am. Those beds give me back pains.” Reid rants

Adelyn giggled a little looking up at him, “I am a bit excited. And as for that? You’re just an old man.” She smirked a bit leaning back into her seat, she stretched slightly doing a little wiggle to get comfortable

He playfully gasped and put his hand on his heart acting hurt. “How dare you tell me I’m old!” He laughs softly. “If I was so old you wouldn’t be talking to me. Nobody talks to old men. No offense Rossi.” Reid jokes. Rossi looked up hearing his name before slightly squinting at Spencer he didn’t want to become part of the conversation so he decided to just leave the comet alone.

Adelyn laughs a little, shaking her head, “Careful might have a heart attack.” She smirked teasingly, “For your information Rossi is awesome!” She giggles before gently throwing the pen she had previously written her report with at Reid

Reid chuckles as he picks it up. “You’re lucky the plane is landing.” He tells her. Soon enough the plane is on the ground. “So what are your plans for later tonight?” Reid asks her with a smile.

Adelyn giggled a little and rolled her eyes. As soon as the plane lands she unbuckles herself, “No pants, a cozy blanket, and some beer.” She smiled brightly, “What about you?” She asked collecting her things before standing up

“Making myself food and most likely a couple books.” He tells her as he grabs his bag and walks off the plane. “I definitely need some relaxing time after this case. You should come over to my apartment sometime. It’s quite cozy.” He suggests

Adelyn smiled a little grabbing her bag, she looked up at him squinting a bit, “Are you gonna murder me then cover it up since you work in the FBI?” She joked, her nose wrinkling a bit when she smiled.

 JJ nudged Emily when she heard Reid mention going to his house with Adelyn a smirk on her face

He chuckles “you’ll never know if you don’t come over to my house.” He jokes back with her. “Plus I cook decently well. I can make us something to eat sometime.” He suggests. Emily chuckles “we might be watching a relationship blossom” she says to JJ

He chuckles “you’ll never know if you don’t come over to my house.” He jokes back with her. “Plus I cook decently well. I can make us something to eat sometime.” He suggests. Emily chuckles “we might be watching a relationship blossom” she says to JJ

Adelyn giggles a little, “I might have to take you up on that offer!” She smiled, “Give a time and date and I’ll be there!” She paused a moment to readjust her bag scrunching her nose a bit, “I don’t understand why you guys don’t just leave your go bags on the plane- obviously you can change it out since you’d need to do laundry but there’s really no need to lug it back and forth.” She was mostly talking to herself

Reid chuckles “my reason is germs. You don’t know what’s been on that plane.” He made an uck sound. “Well should we swap numbers or something so we can actually plan something or do you want me to find your address like a creep and send you letters. You know the old fashioned way.” He chuckles softly at his joke

Adelyn snorted a bit at his uck noise, “God you wouldn’t last a day in my house.” She shook her head a bit, she was naturally messy- but it was an organized mess...much like herself. She fished out her phone from her pocket, nearly losing her balance. She giggled a little before opening it and handing it over to Spencer, “As fun as it would be to see you do that, it would be easier and more time efficient to just exchange numbers.” She giggled

He chuckles and types in his number. “Don’t forget to text me now. Or I’ll have to go be a creepy old man.” He tells her with a smile. “Bye Addy, I’ll see you soon.” He waved and made his way to his own car. By the time he arrived home he didn’t have the energy to do much more than read and wait for Adelyn to text him.

Adelyn giggles a little and nods as she gives a small wave before she makes her way to her car. The moment she got home she went for a beer, she changed into an oversized shirt before she took out her phone. She smiled softly, taking a sip of her beer, deciding to send a message to Reid, 

‘Hey there creepy old man!’ She sent the message before she started to make herself some dinner

The second his phone went off he quickly grabbed it, forgetting all about the book he was so interested in a second ago. He smiled at her text ‘hello Addy. How’s it being home after your first case?’ He asks her. He puts down the phone and gets back into his book

Adelyn heard her phone go off, she finished slicing the vegetable before she grabbed it, she wiped her hands on a rag and texted him back with a smile, ‘It feels like a treat! Little lonely but it’s a treat!’ After she hit send she went back to cooking

It felt like all night he was texting her, moving from his couch to his dining room to his bed. He didn’t put the phone down for more than five minutes at a time. He eventually fell asleep after hitting the send button.

After Adelyn had eaten her dinner she had laid in her bed, not really wanting to do anything. She had fallen asleep around 11pm which was really early for her. 

The next morning she woke up with a start her alarm blaring next to her, “Jesus fuckin christ..” she mumbled hitting the snooze, she laid back down and sighed, rubbing her eyes. She cracked a small smile looking at her phone to see Spencer’s name, she picked up her phone quickly sending a good morning text

He woke up early in the morning. Doing his early routine but he wasn’t sure on if he should text her good morning. I mean would that be weird? He’s never been put in this situation before. He just tried keeping himself busy as the hours ticked by hoping she would text him. He cracked a smile when his phone went off and it was her. ‘Good morning do you maybe want to come over tonight? I can make homemade spaghetti’ he suggested and worried it was too straight forward

Adelyn got up slowly, she jumped a bit hearing her phone go off, “fuck you too..” she mumbled before she answered Spencer’s text she was slightly jumpy but that was mostly when she was at home, ‘That sounds awesome! Do you have any preferred alcohol or drink? I know you said you aren’t a big drinker but I would feel awful not bringing anything!’ After she hit send she got ready for the day, she didn’t get dressed just yet knowing she’d probably be at home all day besides when she went to Spencer’s- so why not stay comfortable?

He thought for a moment as he wasn’t a big drinker he didn’t know what he would even like to drink. ‘Surprise me’ he wrote back. He immediately got up and grabbed his shoes to rush to the store to get all the ingredients and water in case she drank too much. He also got some snacks he thought she might like and once he got home he immediately started on the meal.

Adelyn smiled a little at the text, she leaned against her counter eating a strawberry she pursed her lips before texting him back, ‘What’s the attire for tonight old man?’ She quietly giggled to herself. She went to the small corner in her kitchen dedicated to alcohol- if she wasn’t a member of the BAU she’d probably be an alcoholic by now. She chewed on her lip looking through the bottles, she pouted a bit not really sure what to choose.

‘Casual. No need to be in uncomfy dress clothes when you can just be in sweatpants and a T-shirt’ he texts back. While cooking he was going around his house cleaning, it’s been a while since he’s had someone over and he wanted to make sure everything was perfect.

Adelyn smiled softly at his text before she grabbed a bottle of wine and a bottle of whiskey not sure which he would like. She grabbed her case of beer as well before setting it aside. She walked to her room, she grabbed her phone muttering shit, ‘What time did you want me to come over at?’ She asked starting to get ready

‘How about five? The spaghetti should be close to done by then’ he tried playing it like he wasn’t nervous at all but he was freaking out as he was terrified of messing this all up. It would be so awkward to work together if that happened

Adelyn smiled a little at the text, she glanced at the clock she had about an hour or so to get ready which was more than enough time, ‘Will do! Just text me the address :)’ she stated at her closet as if it would give her all the answers

He texted her the address and then texted JJ. ‘Do girls like watermelon smelling rooms?’ He had a couple candles but they were all food scented. God he was losing his mind

JJ snorted at his text before responding to him, ‘Since when do you care? To answer your question just depends on the girl..if it’s Adelyn I would go for a peppermint smell. I noticed she had a ton of things that smelled like it’ Adelyn huffed a bit deciding ‘fuck it- I don’t need to impress him’ she grabbed her oversized T-shirt that fell near her knee had a cute duck on the front with keep calm above it, she threw her hair up into a messy bun grabbing her glasses, she looked at the clock before sliding on her crocs, then grabbing the alcohol and heading to Spencer’s

[mikisworls]

AN: this is my first time writing a fan fiction so bare with me.I hope you enjoy

warnings: much angst, Sexual Assault, attempted suicide

Listen Before I go By Billie Eilish 🥲

pairing: Harry Styles X !FEM!reader 

Harry has been on tour for months, five months to be more specific. a lot can change in that amount of time, trust especially.

“I've missed you my angel,” Harry said from the doorway, bags dropped to his feet as he walked over to you to hold you in his arms.

You flinched away from his touch. He backs away, understanding the shake in your hands. you don’t want to be held.

Did he do something wrong? what happened in those five months that would have made you flinch away from him? Was it his fault? The answer was no, it wasn’t his fault he didn’t know. You never told him, how was he supposed to know.

He could see on your face something was off. a few seconds maybe 20 had passed before either of you spoke again. “What’s wrong, What happened?” your eyes start to water, you two have been together for two years but have known each other since sophomore year of high school.

He told you everything, from what bothered him that day or what made him so overwhelmed with joy it didn’t matter he always told you about it, but you were more closed off than him. Sure you told him about your day and he already knew everything about you, that’s what he thought at least.

“It's nothing, really i just missed you and didn’t expect you to be home.” that wasn’t it and he knew it. He’s too good at reading you. “That’s not it and we both know that, what is it lovie.”

The truth was, he called you. the guy who ruined your life. Made you feel like you didn’t deserve love. the man who fucked you up so bad you could hardly live. not safely at least.

“Jace called me.” you mumbled under your breath, it was barely audible but he heard you. “Jace as in your Ex? What did he want.” “He just called to mess with me.”

Technically that was the truth, just not all of it. “There’s more, isn’t there. you can tell me.” god you don’t deserve harry, he’s too good for you.

“There's some things I haven't told you, but I think I'm ready.” you look him in the eyes and pull him to the couch. “Now before i say this i don’t want you to get upset, it was a long time ago. Jace wasn’t only an Ex, he did things to me, not exactly good things.”

you had to stop for a few seconds to catch your breath, you were crying? When did you start crying? when will you stop. “It's okay lovie take your time.” harry said as he put a hand on your back, instead of flinching away you melted into his touch, it calmed you. “ He, uh he would make me do things. things you wouldn’t even believe.”

To say Harry was angry would be the understatement of the century. He was shaking, his face was beet red. You could tell he was trying to stay calm for your sake but it wasn’t working.

This time you leaned into him asking to be held. That's how you stayed for the rest of the night, tangled with him. Assuming you feel asleep and he carried you to your room.

When you woke up the bed was empty. Was it a dream? you heard the sink running in the bathroom, harry was brushing his teeth. He’s home, “some welcome home present” you thought to yourself. Telling your overprotective boyfriend about the guy who raped you the day he gets home. Not even a welcome home.

“good morning angel, I have a few meetings today just to wrap up tour stuff. I should be home around 3:00pm then we can do whatever you want to do.” it’s 9:00am now. “alright do you want breakfast?” “No thank you i’m already late, but thank you. i’m leaving in a few and have some stuff to do downstairs but i love you and i’ll see you tonight, call me if you need anything.” “love you too, have a good day.”

you're such an asshole. He just got home and the first thing you do is make him feel like he did something wrong. He was gone for five months and not even an I love you. god your pathetic. Why is he still with you. He doesn’t deserve to be treated with such disrespect, especially from you. “I agree, he doesn’t” your thoughts get the best of you and you spend at least an hour just sitting on the shower floor, just thinking, contemplating.

That’s it, you get up from the shower floor turn off the water and cry off. Your wearing one of his hoodies and som shorts. the pen in your hand is shaking more than you are. you write nonetheless.

Harry, my sweet harry. my love for you is larger than life. i don’t want you to think this was your fault, it’s not. if anything you prevented this from happening a long time ago. but my time is up, god i hope you aren’t the one to find me. i’m so sorry i had to do this to you. I'm sorry I had to hold you back all this time. i hope now that i’m gone you won’t have anything stopping you from greatness, more greatness than you already have. I love you. but i can’t keep living this life. it hurts. more than you'll ever know. I don't want you to stop living because of me. i won’t ask much of you for now but can you take care of Rajah? She needs to be fed while I'm gone. take care of yourself. don’t let me be the reason we meet again. but hey when it is your time in 50 years i’ll tell you if there’s a heaven like i’ve always wanted to know. but please know, this isn’t your fault, it’s mine really. goodbye my love

il mio amore per te va di mondo in mondo, ti amo più della vita.

-Y/N

and with that it was done, you grabbed your bottle of prozac in your shaking hands and that was it.

HARRY’S POV

I forgot to tell Y/N I was coming home for lunch but consider it a little surprise. “Y/N, darling i’m home for lunch, what do you have in mind?” when he got no reply he began to worry. He walked the halls searching for his love. when he walked into your shared room he saw you… laying there. limp.

the color drained from his face as he sprinted to you collapsing on top of you. He frantically shook you, trying desperately to get any sort of response, all he got was a low grunt. He looked at your hand, pills. He pulled up his phone and dialed 911 as fast as his mind allowed “911 what’s your emergency?” she sounds too cheerful for this situation “please it’s my girlfriend i just got home and she was on the floor barely responding, i think she tried to kill herself!” “does she have a pulse? what’s the address?” “she has a pulse but it’s weak, the address is 1794 on 64th ave. hurry” the line went silent on the other end for a few seconds “alright sir we have the address someone will be there as soon as 2 minutes” “she doesn’t have 2 minutes, hurry please.”

When the paramedics arrived your pulse was barely there, low and shallow breaths in your lungs. Harry was in the ambulance as they put your IV in and out you in oxygen. after they got to the hospital he wasn’t allowed in the room until they were sure you were ready for visits. a nurse had been giving him updates her name was sarah. Sarah told him to go home, shower grab some clothes, it took time but he did. That’s when he saw the note. He broke. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t move. “il mio amore per te va di mondo in mondo, ti amo più della vita.” he thought of you when you two went to italy for your anniversary, you remembered. it means “my love for you goes from world to world, I love you more than life.”

when he got back to the hospital Sarah said you were better, still haven’t woken up yet but your healing nonetheless. They called your mother and she said he could be put on the emergency list so he could be with you when you wake up. That's exactly what he did, he sat there right beside you for a week until you woke up.

Y/N POV

It was bright, too bright for your eyes. You turned over but when you felt someone touching your hand you saw harry. He’s asleep, how long has it been, he thinks you're pathetic. He doesn’t, he’s been crying, his cheeks are red and tear stained. He’s waking up. “Hey lovie, are you alright? How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?” he seemed genuinely concerned, it was hard to answer but you managed to get a few words out “I’m fine right now, where am I?” he looked at you in a way that asked you if you were being serious, you were. “Where at the hospital, you took a bunch of pills but I got to you in time.”

“Hey Y/N, my name is Sarah, i’m your nurse, how are you feeling hun?” “i feel fine, a little drowsy.” i couldn’t really tell you what happened after that, everything’s a bit fuzzy but she kept asking questions. Harry’s eyes never left me.

~time skip to when they get home because it’s late and i need to sleep~

Harry’s hand was on my knee the whole ride home like he was afraid I would evaporate if he let go. When we pulled into the driveway he opened the door for me and offered me a hand, I took it and thanked him. He hasn’t really asked as many questions as I thought he would.

When we got inside he dropped our bags by the door, went to the kitchen and grabbed some water. He walked back into the living room where you were sitting, he sat the glass of water on the table next to you.

He sat on the couch beside you, you basically threw yourself onto him has tears gushed down your face staining his dark blue t-shirt, he wrapped his arms around you and held you as you spewed out apology’s one after another “I’m so sorry, i’m so selfish, you shouldn’t have to deal with shit like this.” he cut you off before you could say anything else with a soft kiss. It has been so long since you two have just kissed.

he leaned back so you could lay on top of him. you fell asleep to harry whispering “i love you” over and over in your ear.

when you woke up harry was playing with your hair, once you woke up a bit more you spoke up. He deserves an explanation “Harry, you deserve an explanation. It was never your fault, just with jace calling me and the things he said-``''what did he say?” “uh he uh told me to w-watch myself and that no one not even you, who he called some other fuck up, can protect me from him. i was scared and confused and i didn’t know how to handle it but the things he did to me fucked me up and i don’t want that again.” “ it’s alright baby really i’m not mad, he can’t hurt you anymore, i’m here. that bastard will be in a grave before he lays another hand on you”

An: tell me how you liked it, might fuck around and make a part two idk yet but im going to bed i love you

[smileyoongle]

MASTERPIECE (A Yandere Park Jimin AU)

So basically this is where everything really starts. I swear, the ending that I have planned for this is mind boggling. I'm still surprised with the plot that I've planned. But I can't exactly just jump to the end so let's take it slow.

Summary: You thought it was just a painting until you bought it. You thought the man in the frame was beautiful until you saw him. You thought it was a masterpiece until you were ruined.

Pairing: Yandere! Jimin×Reader, Taehyung×Reader

Warnings: Contains mentions of smut, deaths, blood, obsessive behaviour and mental health issues. Please read at your own risk.

You wiped your forehead and stepped down from the stool, a sigh of pride escaping your lips as you stared at the painting that was now hanging on your bedroom wall. It was sad that you had to take down the previous Helen Frankenthaler piece. But it's time was up. And no painting had made you so fascinated before. 

"Did you take down that nursery school painting?" A voice invaded your ears, your lips stretching into a smile as you turned to the source of the sweet voice. 

"Took you long enough to find me." You teased, opening your arms and hugging the older woman who had just entered your room. She chuckled and patted your back before ruffling your hair, her faint wrinkles making themselves visible as she smiled. You grinned at the mother-like lady who stood in front of you, who you lovingly called Nan. Since you moved into this house and away from your family, she had taken great care of you. She was originally the caretaker of the house and lived in a cottage nearby. But after you moved in, something clicked. Maybe it was because of the lack of affection from your mother and the absence of a daughter in Nan's life. In just a couple months, she was giving you the love that your family never gave you and you were beyond grateful for it.

"Says the girl who spent her entire day outside. And that too without eating any breakfast." She complained, giving you a playful glare. You shook your head and held her hand, pulling her in front of the new addition that you had made to your room.

"You can complain about it later but right now, I want you to tell me how you feel about this." You stated, nudging your head towards the painting. 

Nan raised her eyebrows and you could tell that she was impressed. Now that was even more surprising. Nan literally didn't care about any of your paintings. Mostly, because she didn't see what you saw in them. 

"Seems like you do have good taste, darling. He's a beauty." She said, staring at the painting for a second longer. You hummed in response and fixed your gaze at the swirls of paint on the canvas. You had to admit, even though the painting looked messy, it managed to look elegant. It was probably because of how good looking Park Jimin was but you had also seen your fair share of handsome men. Taehyung being one of them. And that's how you knew it wasn't just the pretty face, something about it was mysterious. You just didn't know what to assume. From the delicate frame to the faint patters of red that tainted the bottom of the canvas, you felt attracted to every inch of it. There was a story behind it. And you really wanted to know.

You gasped when you felt a slap on your shoulder, your eyes widening as you turned to Nan who was looking at you with narrowed eyes.

"Even though I know this is just a painting, let me just say that I won't approve if you fell for an imaginary man. And especially when you have an entire Kim Taehyung ready to sweep you off your feet." You rolled your eyes at her dramatic description. Sometimes, you swore that Nan was secretly running a fanclub for your and Taehyung's relationship. Even though she knew that you would never date him, she still tried. And you couldn't exactly blame her either, Taehyung was too charming.

"I won't fall for that man but I am definitely in love with that masterpiece." You said, walking out of your room and down the stairs. You heard her footsteps behind you as you entered the kitchen, your hand immediately going to the unopened bottle of merlot that rested on the table. 

"Too much isn't good for you." Nan stated in disapproval but you just shrugged, grabbing a wine glass to pour your treat for the night. 

You saw Nan shaking her head in your peripheral vision as you took the first sip of your red velvety liquid.

"Oh and your father called. He was asking if you were gonna go visit during Christmas." 

Your jaw immediately clenched, the red wine suddenly tasting bitter to you.

"What did you say?" You asked calmly. You didn't wanna lash out on Nan, she did nothing but worry about you.

But you couldn't say the same for your family.

Nan could sense the anger radiating off of you. She knew better than to mention your family but it was important in order to break your walls.

"I told them I'll talk to you about it." She answered, looking at you with concern filled eyes. 

You glanced at her, your fingers clenching around the glass in your hand. If you applied a little more pressure, it would surely break.

Nan opened her mouth to say something but you stopped her.

"I feel good today, Nan. It's probably the first time in months, so how about we just drop this and order pizza. I'm starving." You gave her a tight smile, breathing deeply to calm yourself down. 

Nan nodded in understanding, tucking a strand of gray hair behind her ear as she smiled at you. In all her years living with you, Nan knew that it was important for you to be happy. Your happiness meant that you were getting better and your therapy sessions were getting shorter. It really broke her heart to watch you get lost in your own thoughts. Bad thoughts, to be precise.

All because of something that happened years ago.

You headed upstairs in search of your phone, tipping your head back to gulp down all the liquid in your glass. The floor where your bedroom was located, was eerily dark and quiet. But what else could you expect? It was only you and Nan in the house. 

Even though you should have been used to it by now, you couldn't help but shiver. It was weird.

You switched on the lights in your room, skipping towards your bed where your phone lay. You plopped down on the soft mattress and grabbed your phone, dialing in your favourite pizza place's number. 

You inhaled deeply as the phone rang, signalling that your call was going through. And as soon as the receiver picked up, you felt it.

Hot breath fanning the back of your neck, shallow sounds of someone's breathing filling your ear. Your heart stopped, your body feeling the presence of another being right behind you. It was too real to be just your mind playing tricks.

It could be Nan.

"Y/N, I'm going to the cottage for a minute. I'll be back." 

Your eyes widened when you heard her voice from downstairs, followed by the slamming of a door. 

It wasn't her.

"Hello? Ma'am, are you there?" The pizza person asked, his voice growing bored with the lack of response. Goosebumps rose on your skin when a low hiss came from behind you. There was definitely someone standing there. You clenched your fingers around your phone, bringing it away from your ear as you gulped. Your heart was pounding so hard that you thought it was gonna jump out of your chest. 

With a shaky breath, you slowly turned around, your eyes closing in fear of seeing something you didn't wanna see. Another gush of air fanned your face, your eyes shooting open only to meet his.

Brown eyes stared into yours with as much stillness as a rock possessed. You placed a hand on your chest and sighed loudly.

"Fucking hell." You cursed, glancing at the painting that had startled you. You shook your head and laughed at yourself. There was nobody. It was just your mind. Or the fact you had merlot running through your veins. 

You narrowed your eyes and held your empty wine glass, bringing it closer to your face. You tilted your head as if to examine it. As if there was something wrong with it.

"I haven't even had too much yet." You mumbled before letting out a frustrated hiss and standing up from your bed. You grabbed your phone again, dialing the pizza place's number again as you exited the room. You definitely needed a break.

___________________________________________

The noise from the TV fell deaf to your ears as you slept on the couch. The empty pizza boxes were scattered around the huge living room, an empty bottle of merlot sitting just below the couch. Your mouth was slightly parted and your hair was all over your face. Nan had already left for the night, the comfort of her own cottage inviting her back home. It was 3AM when the soft footsteps echoed through the staircase, the TV screen suddenly going black. Your chest rose and fell rhythmically, your peaceful state making him more and more curious. 

Fingers trailed over your cheek, brushing away some of your hair from your face. You unconsciously shivered and whined, turning away to lay on your side with your cheek pressed against the soft material of the couch. A low chuckle made you frown in your sleepy state. You were awake only for a second before your body screamed at you to just ignore it and go back to sleep. And so you did. 

Nothing woke you up after that. Not even the feeling of his breath on your face. Not even the feeling of his lips next to your ears. Not even his voice. 

"Such a pretty little thing. I can't wait to ruin you."

____________________________________________

"Y/N, wake up! You have an appointment today." 

You groaned and covered your face, whining as the covers were pulled off of you. You flailed your hands in an attempt to grab them again but Nan knew you. And she had already tossed the blanket on the floor. 

"Sleepy head, wake up. We're gonna be late. I told you not to drink that entire bottle. I might have to take Taehyung up on his offer of banning the winery from sending you more." Her voice caused your head to throb. You winced and held your head, shoving your face into your pillow. 

Pillow…

Blanket... 

Realisation hit you like a huge tsunami, your eyes shooting open as you jolted awake. You frantically looked around, scoffing in disbelief as your bedroom came into view.

What the fuck?

Nan frowned and stared at you with concern, her hands halting their movements immediately.

"Are you alright?" She asked, placing a hand on your shoulder. You blinked twice and ran your fingers through your hair. 

"Did-did I sleep here?" You asked, glancing at Nan whose eyes were still fixed on you. She nodded in confusion, not understanding the cause of your dilemma at all.

"You were sleeping here when I came in. Why? Something wrong?" She enquired, narrowing her eyes at you. You clenched your eyes shut and hissed, falling back into the soft sheets.

"I don't remember sleeping here... I'm probably just hungover." You stated, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You heard Nan tsk in disapproval. 

You obviously lied. You had been drinking for years now and you definitely knew when you were hungover. You clearly recalled falling asleep on the couch. So how did you end up here? 

"I don't know about you but I'm definitely telling Dr Kim about your little drinking sessions." Said a voice from the doorway. Once again, you sat up in bed with immediate effect. Your eyes meeting his beautiful brown ones, his lips stretching into a fond smile as you frowned at him.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Taehyung shrugged and plopped down on your bed, waving fondly at Nan as he turned his attention back to you.

"I took a day off. Work's getting overwhelming." He replied nonchalantly. His fingers picked at your silk sheets, a habit of his whenever he was lying. You narrowed your eyes at him and crossed your arms.

Your glare made him roll his eyes as he raised his hands in defence.

"Fine. I was worried about you and Nan called me just in case you decide to cancel your appointment like last week." 

Your eyes turned to Nan for an explanation. But she seemed unaffected by your gaze. She was pretty used to it. At her lack of response, you sighed and looked at Taehyung.

"Why were you worried? And also, I cancelled my appointment last week because I don't think I need therapy anymore. I'm completely okay now." You said, gesturing to yourself. Taehyung and Nan glanced at each other before looking at you with pursed lips. You gave them a confused look, raising your eyebrows in question. 

Taehyung cleared his throat and sat up, shifting closer to you and tucking your hair behind your ear. You leaned into his touch, unknowingly. His warm hands providing you relief from your headache. He smiled softly, caressing your cheek before leaning forward.

"You called me last night, my love." He stated, tilting his head and looking at you with worrisome eyes. You frowned and shook your head.

"No I didn't…"

"I have the call log. You called me at around 3 in the morning." He interrupted you, making you shake your head even more furiously. Noticing your panic, Taehyung cupped your cheeks and hushed you.

"What did I say?" You questioned, your heart pounding in fear of an answer you didn't wanna hear. Taehyung's eyes turned to Nan who was watching you with sympathetic eyes. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to tell you this, but he knew that he'd calm you down in case you happened to have a breakdown. 

"You were crying for help. And you were repeatedly saying that he was gonna kill you…"

Your stomach churned and you yanked yourself away from Taehyung, your feet harshly hitting the wooden floor as you rushed to the bathroom. You threw the toilet lid open and fell to your knees, emptying all the contents of your stomach. Nan followed you and held your hair back, rubbing your back until you were done.

After you composed yourself, you stood up with shaky legs and rinsed your mouth before splashing your face with cold water. 

Your eyes met your own in the mirror, your mind hating the way you were showing pity for your own self. It had been months since you last had an attack related to the bitter memory that was engraved in your mind. You really thought you were getting better.

You were so wrong.

After a minute of self loathing, you went back to your bedroom, leaning against your closet as you stared at the floor. Taehyung stood with his back to you, his eyes dancing over the man who now resided in front of your bed. Nan was gone, leaving you alone with your handsome best friend. 

You really appreciated the presence of these two people in your life, seeing as how others had proved themselves unworthy of your attention.

"Do you think I'll ever get out of it?" You asked in a hushed tone, Taehyung's head turning to face you. He gave you a soft smile before walking towards you. He gently placed a finger under your chin and lifted your head up.

"You're Y/N Y/L/N. You'll always find a way." He stated before kissing your forehead. At times like these, you questioned your feelings for Taehyung. Your heart fluttered but you hushed it down. You hated him for being so good to you. But you also didn't wanna let him go.

Selfish was the only way to describe you.

"Also, should I be worried?" Taehyung asked, eyeing the painting suspiciously as you hummed.

Jimin's eyes stared back at you, making you shiver slightly. Sometimes, you wondered if paintings ever came to life.

Like toy story.

Or night at the museum.

The thought made you giddy and excited. With a firm look at your new favourite masterpiece, you mumbled under your breath and Taehyung's eyes turned to you with a playful glare.

"Maybe…"

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The Myriad Misadventures of a Midgardian Queen-To-Be - Chapter 1

AO3 | Next

Summary: The Choosing was just the beginning. After a year-long whirlwind of interviews, wedding plans, and attempts to get your family to warm up to your (gulp!) fiancé, you’re ready to be married, once and for all. But you aren’t the only one who’s been busy. There are, after all, those who have remained skeptical of Loki’s true intentions for Midgard, even after his confession. And they’re not going to give up their cause without a fight. 

SEQUEL to "The Myriad Misadventures of Midgardian Queen-In-Training"

Word Count: 1394

Pairing: Loki/Reader

Rating: T

A/N: The first 6 chapters are up on AO3/Wattpad, if you’re interested in more. See you next update!

Queen-To-Be - Chapter 1

You would think that, after spending the better part of the last three years living in a quasi-Bachelor-esque reality show, you’d be used to cameras by now. Right?

“Two minutes to rolling!”

Far from it. Instead, you’re practically squirming in your seat, your gaze drifting away from Ricky Morgenstern’s face and towards the blinking red light to your left—and, even worse, the live studio audience behind it.

“You’ve nothing to worry about, you know.” A hand closes over your own on the arm of your chair. “They adore you.”

You glance up to your right, and immediately calm a bit at the sight of those sharp, clever eyes. “Easy for you to say.”

Loki squeezes your hand gently, dimples appearing on either side of his mouth. It really is easy for him to say, because at the very least you know they adore him. How could they not? Even dressed as simply as he is, in a fitted green tee and black jeans (a look more casual than even you’re used to), he’s not just endearing, he’s stunning—all cheekbones and cropped curls and open-mouth grins.

You’re back in modern clothing too, though you’re surprised to see more than a few audience members wearing outfits that more closely resemble any number of your “day dresses” from your competition days. Nothing so intricate as Meg’s embroidery work, but still. It’s strange, wearing pants again. Not necessarily a bad change, but something to get used to. (You’re still wearing your hair up, though, and a delicate circlet on top, almost too thin to be caught by the cameras. Some old habits die harder than others.)

Ashley Marino smiles at you kindly as she takes her seat. “You ready?”

Your stomach drops. You'd known this was coming, but now that you actually have to directly face the judgement of the crowd—a crowd that, for once, is face-to-face, not random names on the other end of a screen—you'd rather be anywhere but here.

Still, a queen—or whatever kind of public figure you are now—must do many unpleasant things for the good of their people. And so you nod.

As ready as I’ll ever be.

“And we’re live in three, two…” The cameraman gives a signal, and Ashley launches in.

“Welcome to Good Evening, America. I’m Ashley Marino, this is Ricky Morgenstern, and today we have perhaps our most highly anticipated guests in the history of the show.” You fix your best cheery-but-not-too-bright smile to your face and keep your eyes fixed on Ashley and Richard as the camera pans over. “I hope you’ll all join us in welcoming his formerly royal highness Loki and his lovely fiancée (Y/N)!”

The round of applause that rises is certainly enthusiastic enough. To be honest, it takes you by surprise. It’s been barely a week since the proposal, and your interactions with the outside world have been limited—you haven’t even seen your family yet. This is your first big television interview since (and, based on the schedule your newly-hired publicist sent over this morning, the first of many).

When the cheers die down, you dial up the smile a few notches, bringing your focus back to Ashley and Richard. “Thank you for having us!” You squeeze Loki’s hand, and he nods.

“Yes, we are both most grateful to be here.”

“The pleasure is ours.”

"Now, (Y/N),” Richard begins. “If I may, you have stunned the entire planet with your rapid development these past two weeks, absolutely taken our breath away."

You laugh in a way that you hope comes across as more witty than nervous. "Development? I'm not a character in a book. I haven't changed so drastically, not really. I've just become more relevant to the, um, plot."

He chuckles. "Yes, well, real as you are, many have been calling your love story a fairytale. My daughter went nuts when I told her I'd be interviewing you—she's six," he explains. "She always calls you 'the princess.'"

"Wow. That's really sweet." You raise a hand to your hair, trying not to disturb the intricate braids as, one by one, you pull out the hairpins and remove the circlet. "Hold on a sec..."

Well, you try to remove it. But either it got caught in your hair or you missed a pin, because it doesn't quite come off.

Ack, next time I - ow - wear one with so many damn rhinestones, I'll have to make sure I - ah - wear my hair down - ouch!

After a few seconds of wrestling with your hair—several times you have to bat away Loki's hands—you hand your headpiece to a bemused-looking Richard Morgenstern. "Here. For your daughter."

You feel a slight pressure on your head, and can't help but smile to see, out of the corner of your eye, Loki trying to smooth down your hair where it must have come loose from your battle with the circlet. You lean up to peck his cheek, an action that receives a collective "awww" from the audience.

"No need to be embarrassed!" laughs Ashley Marino as you blush. “It’s wonderful, seeing that the chemistry we all fell in love with on screen wasn’t just the result of a good edit!”

You laugh at that, and you hear more clapping. Scanning the audience, you realize that Loki was right: this is a room full of people who were—are—rooting for you. Rooting for you not in spite of your awkward moments, but because of them. And with that, it’s much easier to calm your racing heart and let the conversation flow.

That is, until you reach the part you’d been dreading:

"Now, we're going to be taking the first set of questions from our audience."

And just like that, your pulse spikes once more.

"Anyone?” Ashley scans the mob for raised hands, pointing at random. "Yes?"

A thin woman stands up, with intelligent eyes and a sleek, inky black bob. "Hi! I just have to say, I was a huge fan of the show.” You smile politely, not at all expecting for her to hit you with this: “How has your relationship been affected by the age difference?”

Even as you tense up, you feel a fair amount of self-assuredness—this, at least, is a question you can easily answer. “As you all know, I’m just about twenty, while Loki is...it’s one thousand and fifty I believe?” You look to him for confirmation, and he nots, eliciting a quiet rush of disapproving murmurs from the audience. You raise a hand, silencing them. “I do understand the objections. However, I would also take into consideration that, on Asgard, the average life expectancy is around five thousand years, give or take a century or so. Put in terms of total life expectancy, the two of us aren’t actually very far apart at all.”

There is scattered applause—enough to let you know you said the right thing, although you don’t feel ready to relax just yet. If that’s the first question, who knows what’s yet to come?

Another viewer rises. “When are you getting married?” Before either or Loki can so much as open your mouths, she presses on, “Are you planning on having children?”

You feel your jaw drop at that last bit. “Well, I...we…”

The truth was, you haven’t yet discussed it. You know that Loki didn’t expect you to have children—he had told you as much a few months ago, before the proposal, back when you were still convinced that he had resigned himself to a marriage of convenience. But has that changed, now that your relationship has gone from platonic to decidedly less-than-platonic?

The truth is, you don’t know if you ever want kids. Certainly not now, at nineteen. You know Loki wouldn’t particularly care if you decided you wanted to be childless forever—considering he already gave up the monarchy and his secret mind control secret in order to win you over, you doubt that children would be a dealbreaker.

That being said, it’s not exactly a conversation you want to have in front of a live studio audience.

Loki comes to your rescue. “In spite of our proportionally similar ages, we are cognizant of (Y/N)’s relative youth, when compared to the average age of marriage for most Midgardians today. Due to this, we have had some discussions of perhaps postponing the wedding a few years.”

Wait, what?

[xmenimagine]

Imagine: Father’s Son.

Requested by Anon. Includes: Jean Grey x Male!Reader Request: * May I request a,Jean Grey x Male Reader, where the reader is the son of Wolverine from an old affair Logan had with the reader’s mother. when the reader joins the x-men, he keeps it a secret from everyone of his relation with Logan until after Jean and the reader are already in a relationship, the reader comes clean to her and tells her. Jean reads the reader’s thoughts by accident and encourages the reader to talk to Logan and try and form a bond and that she is here for him no matter what.

Note: Jean's a cutie and I love her. I went through like 5 different titles and ultimately kept coming back to this one, which was the first one I made up. Still not sure if I really like it, but I'm shit at coming up with titles. Do I know how to end these things? No, no I do not. When I was writing this, I started the first two actual paragraph parts, then the phone call, then like 4 sentences before the phone call, then part of the ending, then the rest of the first part, then the ending. Absolute mess, but that pretty much describes my writing style to a T.

    When the mattress slowly dipped to your left, as you laid on your stomach with your arms under your head as your pillow, you knew it was Jean. The soft, grey, weighted quilt on the bed mostly covered your pyjama trousers, only coming up to the waistband of the black and dark green checkered material, and Jean, although already dressed for the day, tucked her legs under the quilt as well, quietly humming at the warmth that it gave her. At the sound of her hum, you turned your head away from the window and towards her. Through tired eyes, you watched as she slid down to lay against the pile of pillows at the headboard to comfortably watch you as you slowly woke up. There was a loving gaze on her face as she followed the motion of your right hand rubbing at your eyes before you quickly ran it through your soft, messy, wild, brown curls, to then place it back on the light blue sheet covered mattress. The soft laugh that left Jean's lips as she pushed her hand through your unruly bed hair, only to watch it spring back to where it was before, caused your cheeks to warm up. With a tired groan, having only woken up a few moments ago, you buried your head into your mattress.

    "Good morning," her gentle voice carried over to you and you looked up, seeing the sweet, yet tired, smile on her face.

    "Mornin’," you managed to croak back, your voice deeper than usual, and slower as well.

    There was an angelic glow cast upon Jean's face from where the sunlight had carried through the gap between the half-drawn curtains. Her red hair seemed as if it burned against the crisp white colour of the pillowcases, fanned out and lightly curled at the ends from where her hair was air drying after her shower. The light also shone against the right side of your face. There was a slight heat from the light that came with the early hours of the morning during the first few days of spring. Jean had complained about the half-opened curtains all the time, never understanding why you never closed them fully, or why you would leave them open so much as to allow the bright light to beam in and hit your face—more often than not causing you to wake up annoyed and grumpy, having been awoken before you were ready. Although, every time she did, you would shrug and smile faintly, never really having the nerve to tell her it was because you knew that every time you did wake up, she'd be there beside you, waiting for you to wake up, with the light glowing against her skin and fiery hair.

    "What time is it?" You asked, breathing in deeply as you stretched your body, hearing the pops and cracks as you did.

    "Half-past eight in the morning," she replied in her soft voice, still smiling to herself as she watched you.

    With a groan and slight shake of your head at her response, you shuffled over to her, resting your head on her stomach, wrapping your arms around her waist. "Five more minutes," you mumbled, letting out a sigh as you closed your eyes. Jean laughed faintly and placed her left hand on your head, running her fingers through your hair, her fingernails lightly scratching your scalp which began to lull you back into your sleep.

    "Okay," she said, yawning herself, "five more minutes."

    It wasn't until her breathing shallowed and her heartbeat slowed down that you knew she had fallen asleep as well. The corners of your lips tugged up as you felt her hand slip from your head and drop down onto the mattress with a dull thud. As you slowly lifted your head from her stomach, you saw that Jean's lips were parted as she slept, the faint sound of her inhaling and exhaling filled the room. Carefully, you shifted until your head was propped up on your right hand as you rested on top of the pillow next to her head, watching her sleep peacefully for the next half an hour before she was bound to wake up. Although it might have been deemed creepy to someone else, you couldn't help but admire the way she looked in that moment. She looked peaceful and completely relaxed, her fingers twitching as she dreamed. With a smile, you lifted up her left hand and pressed your lips to her knuckles. The movement caused her to squeeze her fingers around yours as her eyes fluttered open, turning her head to the other side to see your alarm clock, the numbers changing to four past nine.

    With a small stretch and groan, Jean turned her head back to look over at you, a faint blush on her cheeks when she noticed you watching her, rubbing your thumb on the soft skin of her hand. "Were you just going to let me sleep? Were you going to wake me up?"

    With a shrug and a grin, you replied, "Eventually."

    "You're annoying, you know that, right?" She asked in a teasing tone.

    "Yeah, my mum tells me that all the time as well."

    "What about your dad?"

    "Oh, uh, he's not in my life, never has been. It's just been me and my mum." You couldn't quite meet her gaze, feeling slightly embarrassed, and you cleared your throat, letting go of her hand to scratch the back of your neck.

    "Oh, do you not know—?"

    "I know who he is," you told her quickly. "He's just not exactly father material. He doesn't even know I exist."

    Jean stayed quiet after you said that, and she remained quiet for almost twenty seconds. Worried, you looked up at her, she had a look on her face, one you hadn't seen before, not directed towards you, at least. She continued to stare at you, her eyebrows began to furrow in confusion. Your expression mirrored hers. After ten more seconds, she blinked, finally opening her mouth, "Logan's your father?" She asked in a hushed voice, although it sounded more rhetorical than an actual question.

    With a gulp, swallowing the lump that began to form in your throat, you sat up, rather abruptly. Jean sat up as well, her mouth slightly agape. "How did you—?"

    "I'm sorry," she interrupted you, and lifted her hands quickly, covering her mouth in disbelief at her own actions, "I didn't mean to, I swear!"

    "Did you just read my mind?"

    "I swear I wasn't trying to! I didn't mean to do that, I'm sorry."

    Sighing, you pushed your hair back from your face again, feeling the curls brush against your forehead as they fell back down to where they were before. "Well, shit," you mumbled, moving to press your back against the pillows that were leaning against the headboard, and you crossed your arms over your chest. "No point in denying that anymore."

    "I'm sorry," she placed her hands over your arm, squeezing gently, worried that you were angry with her.

    "It's okay, Jean."

    "No," she spoke while shaking her head, "it's not. I shouldn't have done that. There was probably a reason why you didn't tell me."

    "I'm not mad at you, Jean, I promise," you told her softly, looking at her with a small smile, trying to ease her worries and nerves. "I just wasn't planning on telling you now, that's all." Jean let out a sigh, biting her bottom lip before she shuffled closer to you and slipped her arms through yours, which were still crossed over your chest, leaning her head on your shoulder. She brought her legs up, hooking them over yours before moving one of her arms to grab the quilt and drape it over both of your legs. Gradually, you leaned your head on hers and stared at the grey quilt, thinking over what had just happened.

-

    It was dark out. It was close to being half-past eleven at night. Most of the younger students were asleep, while the majority of the older ones were hanging out in the common areas or in each other's rooms. You had left the others—namely Jean, Scott, Kurt, Jubilee and Ororo—back in one of the smaller common rooms, to head back to your own room to call your mother, which was something you did almost every night, or whenever you got the chance to. When you got to your room, you didn't bother turning the lights on, but, instead, you left your door open and allowed the light from the hallway to creep in and light up part of the wall that your bed was pressed up against. Even in the dark, you managed to dial your mother's number, and you held the phone up to your ear, waiting for it to connect. The phone rang a few times before it clicked, and you heard the faint mumbles on the other side of the line from the TV that your mother had been watching.

    "Hey, Ma," you greeted with a smile, despite knowing that she couldn't see you.

    "Hello," she replied in a soft voice, "everything okay?"

    You cleared your throat, rubbing the back of your neck as you slowly began to spin on the desk chair, side to side. "Everything's good, I promise."

    "How's Jean?" She asked, and it was clear in her voice that she was smirking.

    "Ma," you groaned before hearing her laugh, and shuffle about, more than likely tucking her legs underneath herself as she got more comfortable on the small sofa back home.

    "What?" She laughed. "Am I not allowed to ask how my son's girlfriend is?"

    You couldn't help but grin, moving your hand away from your neck to lean on the armrest of the chair. "You are," you answered, still spinning from side to side before stopping, facing your window where your curtains were half pulled shut, "but not in that tone," you finished.

    "What tone?" She stifled her laughter once more.

    "You know what tone, Ma."

    "Mhmm." Her laughter quietened down, but you could still tell that she was smiling. "Is she okay?"

    "Yeah," you nodded slowly before stopping, realising once more that she couldn't actually see you. "She's great."

    "I'm glad. You seem happier with her, she's good for you. She's a good influence."

    "Yeah, uh, that's what I called to talk about," you spoke stiffly, wincing slightly as you thought about what you were going to say.

    "Oh?"

    "She knows… about Dad. I, uh, I told her. I thought it was about time, you know? I didn't think that I should keep it from her. I care about Jean; I really care about her. I thought that she should know." There was a pause on the other line before she breathed out through her nose. "Are you mad?"

    "No, I'm not mad," she replied. "You know how I feel about him. It was a long time ago, it was a very short relationship, we both ended on good terms. He was gone by the time I realised I was pregnant, and I honestly think that was for the best. But, I'm definitely not mad at you. If it was the right time to tell her, then it was your choice, it's up to you who knows who your father is. You know that, right?"

    "You have a say in it too."

    "I made my choice the moment I first knew I had you, and now it's your choice."

    There was silence between the two of you for a few seconds before you swallowed, feeling pressure in your chest as you closed your eyes and dropped your head slightly. Realisation suddenly dawned on you, and your thoughts began to go to the darkest parts of your mind. What if Jean was to now judge you based on who your father was? What if it changed things between the two of you? Would she look at you differently? Would she treat you differently? Would she expect you to be like him? You couldn't lose her; she was one of the best things to have ever happened to you. The pressure in your chest made you feel like you were about to have a heart attack. It hurt, and the pain wasn't going away anytime soon. There was now a lump in your throat as your anxiety continued to spread throughout your body, making your limbs feel heavy, and a disgustingly overwhelming sense of fear from not being able to control the situation just seemed to linger and get thicker as time ticked by.

    "Baby?" Your mother asked quietly, having picked up on the changing of your breathing.

    "I'm scared, Ma," you answered in a hushed voice.

    "About what?"

    "What if this changes things?" The pressure in your chest remained. "What if she thinks differently of me? What if her opinion changes? What if she looks at me differently? I can't lose her. I can't go through that."

    "You know full well that Jean isn't the type of girl to do that, you know she'd never look at you differently just because she now knows who your father is."

    "I love her, Ma… I'm in love with her."

    Your mother let out a deep breath, her voice was low and soft, trying to keep you calm, "Just talk to her. Tell her how you feel, about all of it, about everything. Just talk to her, okay? And get some sleep, it's late."

    "Okay." You nodded. "Okay, I will."

    "Good. Sleep well, okay? I love you."

    "I love you too, Ma. I'll talk to you later."

    "Okay, I'll talk to you later," she repeated before hanging up the phone, leaving you in the darkness of your room.

-

    Jean stared at you as her hands were clasped around her cup of hot tea. The common room was fairly empty, and only a few people were sat on the other side of the room, too engrossed in their own conversation to pay any sort of attention to the both of you. The cup of coffee in front of you had small wisps of steam rise and disappear. You could feel her gaze on you, but you couldn't bring yourself to look at her. The anxiety that you had felt the night before still lingered, even though you knew your mother was right, Jean wasn't the type of person to judge you just because she now knew who your father was. She knew you as you, and only ever that. But, the feeling of doubt still remained, only getting worse as you chewed on the inside of your cheek, ignoring your coffee, and instead, staring at the lines on the wooden table. Jean placed her hand on top of yours, giving you a soft squeeze, smiling gently at you once you looked up from the table and to her face.

    "It's okay," she spoke quietly.

    "I'm sorry," you whispered.

    "Don't be. I put you in this situation."

    You furrowed your eyebrows, shaking your head at her. "He did, technically. You didn't do anything wrong. I was going to tell you about him eventually. I guess this just gave me the push I needed to do it."

    "Did you talk to your mum last night?" She asked, knowing about your nightly phone call to her.

    "Yeah." You nodded, letting out a sigh.

    "What did she say?"

    "That it was my choice to tell people, and that I should talk to you about how I feel, you know, the usual 'mum stuff'."

    "And how do you feel?"

    "Honestly?" You asked, and she nodded. "Scared."

    "Why?"

    "I was worried that you'd think differently of me because of it. I never really knew him, I still don't really know him, I only know him through the stories my mum used to tell me. I don't know what he's like… I don't know him."

    "Did you want to know him? I mean, do you want to get to know him?"

    "I don't know, would there really be a point?"

    "He's your father."

    "He doesn't even know I exist. I doubt he even wanted kids."

    Jean watched as you looked away, out of the window this time, and she frowned, knowing how difficult it must have been for you to say that out loud. "You should try to reach out, just get the message out to him, what happens after that is on him, it won't be on you. I'll be with you the entire time, okay? You don't have to do this alone. Just try to reach out, you'll never know what will happen…" She moved her cup away from herself as she shuffled her chair closer to yours. "Hey," her voice was soft and light as she cupped your cheeks in her hands, turning your face towards hers. "I love you, you know that, right? That's not going to change, I promise."

    "I love you." You nodded faintly; Jean's hands were still holding your face delicately. At your response, she smiled, it reached the corners of her eyes, and she slowly leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips before resting her forehead against yours.