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lonely pt. 2
Azriel x fem!Archeron!reader
SUMMARY: After a vulnerable moment of comfort, Reader tries to navigate Azriel’s increasingly flirtatious behavior without assuming anything. Because she really shouldn’t. Right?
WARNINGS: FLUFF, slight suggestiveness, a bit of hurt but SO much comfort, not proofread we die like men
NOTE: thanks for so much love on part 1! I have some ideas for new Az fics, so lmk if you're interested in being on my Azriel taglist! xox diri
WORDS: ~4.2k
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It had been about a week and a half since my little breakdown in my room, my cycle coming and going just days after it. I attributed my moment of uncharacteristic hopelessness to hormones.
I hoped Azriel would too, since I had trouble fully looking him in the eye ever since out of embarrassment. After a night of deep rest post-letting-it-all-out, I woke the next morning to a spill of hindsight in my mind, grumbling at my ridiculousness into my pillow. Despite my cycle being a royal pain in my ass, it was a few days where I could hide safely in my room.
So the next few days, I was determined to be fine. I was great, living the dream, no worries here, wielding a grin and a dry joke as always.
The first day after my cycle ending, I wake up to blissful absence of pain in my abdomen, and treat myself to a long bath.
Afterwards, I take advantage of a brisk morning walk, the sunshine making the late winter weather less intolerably cold. I barely get two blocks from the River House before a shadow passes over my head.
I tilt my head back, squinting through the direct sunlight. Then the shadow descends at an alarmingly fast rate and touches down near-silently beside me. “Good morning,” Azriel murmurs.
I jump at his sudden appearance, the bubbling nervousness at his closeness making it more pronounced. “Shit—Azriel,” I gasp, calming myself with a breath. “What the hell?”
He chuckles lowly and nudges me slightly as he matches my resuming pace. “Sorry. Occupational hazard, I’m afraid,” he says, not sorry at all.
I huff and roll my eyes, even as my lips curl up as well. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. You need to wear a bell.” His laugh curls around me.
“I’m not sure it would go with my leathers,” he pretends to muse. “A collar would really ruin the effect of my scariness. Not to mention the whole point of being Spymaster.”
I snort, shaking my head. He nudges me again, drawing my gaze back up to him. I find his eyes warmly on me.
“I’m glad to see you out and about,” he says. “I was worried about you.”
I let the sweet words warm me for a quick moment before I huff a small laugh. “It’s my cycle, not sickness. I’m good.”
He shrugs. “Still. I know it’s much worse for you and your sisters now that you’re all fae. You handling them alright?”
My expression softens. “You’re sweet. I’m fine. I didn’t have much pain as a human, so I think as far as fae cycles go, my pain now is relatively mild. I mostly just don’t want to do anything,” I reply with a shrug of my own.
Azriel eyes me for a moment. “Alright. But you’ll let me know if you need anything, right? I haven’t forgotten about our agreement, you know,” he says with a sly smirk.
It takes a second for it to dawn, but soon a blush blooms on my face as I remember that night. I huff a sigh, finding it within me to laugh a little at myself. “So, what, you want me to come to you any time I have a problem?” I ask dryly.
A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Yes,” he answers plainly.
I give him a look. “Are you now our resident therapist too?” I deadpan. “Your resume’s long enough, Shadowsinger, you can take a pause every once in a while.”
He laughs again, shaking his head at me. “I may be busy, but never for you. Never for family,” he replies, and with such sincerity in his eyes that my steps falter for a moment.
Fuck. What happened to cool and collected, Archeron?
But I swallow and arch a brow. “Sweet. But you’re barely here enough to be able to do so for the many members of our ever-growing household,” I say, thinking about our nephew Nyx.
He shrugs a shoulder, his wings unfurling then furling in a subtle motion that catches my eye. I’d always found them fascinating. “Then how about this—I’ll never be too busy for you,” he says, a note saucily that my widened eyes turn upon his smirking face.
I grasp for words for a moment, and I see his eyes delight at my moment of hesitation. I shut my mouth and switch tactics, laughing. “Why Az, you are positively Rhys-like today.”
His brows raise, expression lighting in challenge. “Oh am I? Enlighten me, sweetheart.”
I bite hard on the inside of my cheek at that damned pet name again. This male just made it so bloody difficult to be dignified at all. I swear, every moment in his presence is a fight for my life. “You’re all—” I gesticulate over his person, “Swaggering. It’s unnerving. Please, for my sanity, resume your duties as our resident brooder. You’re putting me off.”
His head tilts back with a hearty laugh that startles me into astonishment. “Well, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?” he drawls, suddenly feeling like he’s looming over me.
Stupid, tree-like male.
I don’t reply except for a disbelieving huff at his forward behavior. His smirk is self satisfied as he halts, taking a step back with a sketch of a bow.
“You’ll have to resume your walk without me, Ms. Archeron,” he says, and I wrinkle my nose at the use of my surname. His smiling eyes rove over it, dipping to my lips before locking with my own gaze again. “Think you can manage?”
I scoff and manage to flip him off as his enormous wings unfurl and beat his figure into the air. His rumbling chuckle disappears as his shape grows smaller in the sky.
—
The following days, he wasn’t as blatantly swaggering, as I had called him, but he was…
Forward. Disarmingly so.
I couldn’t seem to avoid his presence if I tried, if merely to kick some sense back into myself. First it was the library—when I had settled into the cozy window seat, my usual perch, an hour into my reading, he had strode in his silent yet confident way of his. I had stilled, as if hoping he’d simply not notice me. Fool. He notices everything. And he certainly had wasted no time sidling up to my perch and leaning over to observe what I was reading. His warmth and masculine scent was a pleasant yet oppressive blanket to my poor sensibilities. And I barely survived when he had hummed “Any good?” practically into my ear.
Or there was lunchtime—I’d wander into the kitchen to make something quick and simple for myself, and when I walked into the dining room he’d be sitting there already, looking up with a small, unassuming smile. When he bade simply, “Sit with me”, I had no choice but to obey and eat with him. In my suspicion, I confess that I switched the times I went to get lunch by random intervals, in which each and every time he either was already there or showed up soon after.
I couldn’t tell if it just happened that way, or if he was being overly clever in his intentional variation.
Now, three weeks post-meltdown incident, Azriel had been gone a few days on Cauldron-knows-what business, so I’d loosened up, no longer bracing myself like he could walk into the room at any second.
Which is apparently my folly, since as soon as I round the corner into the dining room one morning, I found him standing at the sideboard, back toward me, making a cup of tea.
I halted, nearly rearing back as my mouth started to form the word shit, but quickly clamping it down. But even the smallest of noise alerts someone as discerning as him.
He turns and calls my name with quiet warmth, and I banish the wince from my face. “Hey,” I say simply. “When did you get back?”
“Last night,” he says, abandoning his tea to draw near. My head tilts back as he stops in front of me. “How have you been?” he asks with a soft smile.
His quiet care is almost more flustering than his forwardness. “Well. Fine,” I answer. “And you? Your mission or whatever successful?”
He huffs amusedly. “My mission or whatever was just fine,” he replies. Then he returns to the sideboard. “Tea?”
“Oh, uh, sure. Just bla—”
“Just black. I know,” he says, throwing a smile over his shoulder at me. I blink in surprise, cheeks pink. He’s been paying close enough attention that he knows that?
Of course he has, dummy. He probably has dossiers on everyone in this city with information down to the way they take their tea, the pragmatic voice in my head deadpans. You’re no exception.
I blink again as he draws near with a second cup, passing it to me. I take it with a small thank you, sipping it gratefully.
Just when I start to squirm on my feet at the silence between us, he speaks. “About what we talked about that night a few weeks ago—” I still. “You’re alright in that regard? And don’t lie, I’ll be able to tell.”
I huff a sound between a sigh and laugh, looking down. “Well, I haven’t had a night as bad as that one since then, so that’s good right?” I say with wry self-deprecation. He doesn’t reply. “But really, I’m alright. Just winter blues, I suppose.”
“No, I don’t think it is.”
I roll my eyes in a small flash of annoyance. “Alright, not just winter blues. But they certainly don’t help. But I’m fine. Really. You did really help that night,” I admit softly.
I don’t really notice my teacup is empty until he gently takes it from my hand and sets it next to his already abandoned cup. “What helped most, sweetheart?” he asks gently.
My tongue felt stuck to the roof of my mouth—speaking my vulnerability aloud both impossible and foreign. Letting him in last time didn’t hurt. It helped, a small voice whispers in my head.
I take a breath. “Just—talking through it. Physical touch too, um…” I fight to stay steady. “It’s grounding.”
He hums, nodding. There’s a light touch to both my elbows, and my eyes shift down to find that he’d silently reached for me. I allow the touch, but don’t dare go further, suspended in the fear of the unknown.
“You don’t have to be afraid to ask for that,” he murmurs quietly. Suddenly I’m very aware of the air we’re sharing, how close he’s gotten to me. His hands slide slowly to my upper arms, my breath hitching as the warmth of his palms bleed through even my heavy sweater.
The panic sets in before I can think this interaction through, before I can rationalize that maybe, just maybe he wants to be close to me, wants to touch me. Instead my eyes find the clock and seize the subject change before me. “Don’t you have Valkyrie training in five minutes?”
Azriel stills and follows my gaze to the clock. His jaw works once before the fleeting tension is gone. “You’re right. I should go.” He squeezes my upper arms gently before letting his hands drop. “Stay warm today. Wind is supposed to get bad, and temperatures will drop rapidly once the sun sets.”
I nod, giving him a brief smile. “Of course, you too. Stay warm, I mean.”
He returns my smile before leaving the room.
A whoosh of air leaves my lungs as soon as I’m alone again. Idiot. Silly, foolish girl.
—
Azriel was at his wits end.
He’d been pulling far more stops than his usual personality allowed, hadn’t he? She was certainly clever enough to notice that he was acting much differently around her, right? Had he just not been forward enough?
And still, she did not allow him closer, as close as two people could be. He'd given her every sign he could think of without embarrassing himself.
Impossible girl. Can’t you understand that all I want is to comfort and coddle you?
He must not have taken care to erase any tension in his expression by the time he touched down in the ring atop the House of Wind, because Cassian’s brows raised upon seeing him.
Azriel just had to cast him a cool look for his brother to relent, though he caught the half-smirk on the General’s face as he turned toward the group of priestesses warming up and began training.
It was during sparring that Nesta finally deigns to sidle up beside him as he watches a match. “So. What the hell’s going on between you and my sister?”
He stills for just a moment before erasing the reaction. He debates lying to his friend, but she’ll call him on it. He doesn't think she’ll warn him off her sister either, so finally he admits evenly, “Much less than I would like.”
The eldest Archeron huffs a laugh. “I appreciate you sparing me a lie. Honestly, Az? My sister is just supremely oblivious, clever as she is. If nothing else has worked at this point, you just need to lay one on her.”
He chokes and turns his head toward her. “I would never. Not without her express permission—”
She snorts, shaking her head. “Gods, males can be so boring. At the very least you need to sit her down and make sure she doesn’t leave until she understands exactly what your intentions are. Then you can lay one on her, if she’s amenable to it.”
Azriel takes a deep breath, letting the words sink into his turbulent mind. “I don’t want to scare her,” he admits after a pause.
“You won’t,” she replies instantly. “She’s not afraid of you, she never could be. In truth, my sister is scared of very little. But based on the fact that she’s never had a romantic attachment before, what seems like indifference is likely just borne out of nervousness.”
“I don’t want to make her nervous either.”
“It’s not you that does. It’s just—being vulnerable. Emotionally intimate with someone,” Nesta says. “Years of fighting with her have taught me that she’ll hide anything behind biting wit or a laugh and joke. I think that’s what makes it all the more difficult to understand.”
He doesn’t reply.
“But speaking not as her sister, she definitely is attracted to you,” Nesta continues. “Speaking as her sister?” He looks at her cool features. “Don’t fuck it up.” Then she stalks away to Gwyn and Emerie.
Azriel forces down a growl. Tonight. He'd do it tonight or hell, he'd go crazy from this dance around the line. He'd spent too many centuries wanting this, wanting companionship for him to squander an opportunity with, at last, a female that he connected so deeply with. A female that seemed to need his touch as badly as he needed hers.
So...yes. He'd had quite enough of waiting.
—
True to Azriel's word, it did end up being very cold today.
I forgo any ideas of taking a walk, but I did end up camping out in the warmth of Feyre's study, taking turns with her to organize some of her paperwork or play with Nyx on the floor. My nephew (and his poor parents) had had some rough nights due to the last dregs of his teething pain, but it was good to see him smiling and playing despite it all. Rhysand stopped in frequently, unable to stay from his mate and son for extended periods of time, and after the fourth time Feyre shooed him out with their laughing, squirming son in his arms.
Our bi-weekly dinner fell that evening. Usually I enjoyed it.
Usually.
The dinner was fine. But I was so chilled that I took the opportunity of warmth from any hot dish passed around to me. I shiver for the upteenth time as Azriel passes me the potatoes.
"Cold?" he murmurs close beside me, and I shiver again. Not from the cold, damn him.
"Freezing," I retort instead, scooping potatoes on my plate. "Doesn't Rhys have this place warded to hell? Why is it so drafty?"
Azriel chuckles lowly. "How do you know that it isn't just you?" he teases.
I shoot him a look. "No, no, Mr. 'Stay Warm Today', I'm quite certain it isn't."
He laughs again, and it warms me only temporarily. I finish before everyone else, per usual. Not only do I tend to eat fast, but I'm also not caught up in constant conversation. Bored, my eyes travel the room, around my friends. My family. Even in my relaxed, two-glasses-of-wine haze, my mind doesn't fail to notice how paired up they all seem to have gotten.
Feyre and Rhys feed a fussy Nyx in his highchair, Rhys's eyes roaming over his mate and child with unrepressed love. Cassian's arm was slung around Nesta's shoulder, my usually stoic sister slumped comfortably into his side. Varian looked down at Amren next to him like she was the most fascinating creature alive, which...wasn't entirely a subjective statement, considering her interesting history.
Even Elain was speaking in shy tones with Lucien, who watched her with amused adoration. I had been so proud of my younger sister for finally realizing that she could just as well choose him as not choose him. They were taking it slow, she'd been telling me recently, but she begrudgingly had found that her mate was, indeed, her perfect match.
But as with all my friends and family, my happiness for them comes at a cost. To myself.
I turn and opened my mouth to chase away the tightness in my chest, but found that the Spymaster next to me was turned away, engaging Mor in conversation on his other side.
I quickly clamp my mouth shut and instead go for my wine.
Gods, hadn't Feyre mentioned there was some sort of will-they won't-they situation between the two of them? Something that had been brewing for the five centuries they'd known each other? It was none of my business, of course, and I hardly paid attention, but even I noticed that it had been pretty consistently they-won't in the past few years of living here.
Right?
Azriel laughs at something she says, and suddenly I feel sick.
Cauldron. Was I going to be the only one left?
And even worse—had I also been imagining his forwardness with me as of late?
There's a rushing in my ears and I tune out completely, going blissfully blank.
I hardly recall cleanup. Or the migration to the living room. My body seems to draw itself to the fireplace, a hand lifting to drag a blanket off the back of an armchair as I settle on the floor before the flames.
And as I wrap the blanket around myself, shivering minutely, I can't bring myself to look at what I know I'll find behind me—each couple in the house cuddling for warmth.
—
Azriel's heart aches at the sight of her vibrating form in front of the fire.
He'd taken his place behind the armchair she usually sat in, hoping to finally coax her into having a conversation in the privacy of the hall. Or if things went well, his bedroom.
But instead he watched her walk as if unawake from the dining room to the fireplace in the living room. Unblinking. Not looking at anyone else.
He doesn't know what to do.
He also doesn't realize that a shadow had flitted to her until it came slinking back to his shoulder, whispering, Upset. Crying.
His heart broke. Oh, sweetheart.
He felt suspended in air, in time for a moment. Everyone was lounging, cuddling in their respective pairs, speaking quietly with one another. Distracted. So he took a gamble.
And silently pushed forward.
—
I felt him before I heard or saw him.
I lock up as I feel his warm body settle on the rug, not quite directly behind me, but not quite beside me either.
His touch was warm, intentional.
Mother, I needed intentional touch so badly.
I hadn't realize how upset I had gotten until the first cold tear spills down my cheek. I wipe hastily at it.
"Hey," he coos softly in my ear, his arm coming firmly around me and drawing me into him. I sniff, shooting a panicked glance over my shoulder since everyone was in the room right now. I barely register that his wings block any sight of the two of us from the rest of the room before his gentle hand guides my chin back to look up at him. "No one can see, sweet girl," he murmurs. "You're alright."
The lump tightens painfully in my throat as a second, third tear spill down my face. "Sorry," I mouth, unable to get any sound out.
"Stop," he whispers gently. "You're alright. You're safe." His hand slides to the back of my head and I let myself be guided to the shelter of his embrace, once again in his lap as I silently shake. "Are you feeling that way again?"
I nod silently.
He sighs. "Sweetheart. Why don't you just let me in?"
I untuck my wet face from his shoulder to glance confusedly up at him. "I...I am," I breathe. "You're—you're hugging me."
He shakes his head, cradling my face with both hands. "I mean: why don't you let me into that head of yours? That world? Most importantly, why can't you just let me into your heart?"
Said heart seems to stutter and stop beating.
There's a long moment where my lips don't form words, don't do anything except lay parted, slack. "What do you mean?" I finally blurt, a note of tightness in my voice.
His jaw works and he sighs heavily through his nose. "Sweetheart, is it so impossible to understand that this whole time you've found yourself lonely at the sight of everyone paired off that maybe I want to be that person for you? Your person?"
"Wh—you?" I sputter on a whisper as everything dawns, hell, practically crashes down upon me. The denial comes a split second after. "No."
"Yes."
My expression shutters in emotion. "There's no way—"
"There is," he murmurs with an adoring smile on his handsome face, thumbs brushing at my tears. "And you can't change that, ever. But what you can do is let me in."
I take a shuddery breath, in and out. "Let you in?"
He nods.
"Be my person?" I croak. "And I be yours?"
The words seem to have an effect on him, his chest puffing for a moment before deflating again. His hands cradle my face like I'm precious. I've never felt more so than in his lap. "Yes, sweet girl. Mine. And I, yours."
A release another uneven breath, feeling my body go warm all over. "I—I never thought that I...that you could want this with me. Could want me," I rasp.
He smiles. "But I do. I have for a long time."
I let out a little wet laugh. "Gods, I—" I shake my head. "I don't feel like asking questions right now. I've wanted you too, for so long. I just didn't want to delude myself, to make a fool of myself in front of you when you're so..."
He raises a brow but his eyes remain warm. "So?"
"So perfect, damn you," I finish, no real malice behind my words. When he laughs this time, I feel it seep directly through my chest and into my soul.
"You're the perfect one, sweetheart," he murmurs, and presses a kiss to my hairline like he had those weeks ago. "In more ways than one." He draws back to look at me, and I return his gaze with nothing but openness, with love. Then he breathes, "May I kiss you?"
Heat blooms across my cheeks, but I give him a little nod. "You may."
He dips his chin ever so slowly, and when his soft, full lips finally meet mine, my eyes slip shut. Tentative, and so gentle with me, he dares his tongue over my bottom lip. Though I feel like I have no idea what I’m doing, I let him through.
The first swipe of his tongue, this hungrier kiss sets my soul ablaze, his hands travel to wrap around my waist, drawing my chest against his.
We kiss quietly yet needy for Cauldron knows how long. All I know is that I’m breathless, fuzzy, and light by the time I draw away softly. He chases my lips a moment more before settling his forehead against mine.
Breathing the same air.
A giddy smile tugs at my features, and I giggle with blushing embarrassment. “They definitely know what’s going on,” I whisper, fighting the urge to peek. He chuckles lowly and draws me closer, depositing a kiss on my shoulder, my jaw, then my lips.
“I sent them out,” he replies. My brows raise. “I told Rhys mind-to-mind that if he didn’t get everyone out, I’d quit.”
A laugh bubbles up within me. “Liar. He just decided to have mercy on us. On me, at least.”
Azriel grins, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Boyish. Free.
“Kiss me again,” I whisper. And he does.
That night, he takes me to his room, scooping me under the covers and into his body. I’m too wired, too happy to fall asleep right away. It’s when I watch him slip into dreamland, the most relaxed I’ve seen him, that there’s a tug within my chest.
A soft glow flickers to life deep in my soul. I smile and let the tears fall as I feel what I think is the bond.
I settle in. I��ll tell him tomorrow.
•••
NOTE: i hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i did writing it! i have an idea for a short series taking place post-ACOSF, where Reader is part of a group in Montesere that’s sort of adjacent to the Valkyries, and she comes to visit the Library, so I’ll start drafting if anyone is interested k love you bye! -diri
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The Little Things Mean A Lot
Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Reader is a little emotional but this is just fluffy and super soppy.
Summary: Sometimes it's the small things that make you fall in love all over again, like your favourite Singapore chowmein from your favourite Chinese takeaway after a long day of teaching and parent's evening.
Notes: I have 2 parents evenings this half-term and a late open evening thing and I really hate the late evenings, and they're always on a middle of the week day where you have to get up and teach the next day while exhausted 😴
Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :)
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Teaching has always been a love-hate profession for you. You enjoy it, of course you do, but it's a lot of work and stress on the best of days and it's only made harder whenever you have a late evening like tonight. 'Parent consultation evening' also known as parent-teacher conference, parent's evening or the night that teacher's dread because they can't leave school until 8pm and just want to go home after teaching all day.
They're not terrible, you have to admit as you finish your last appointment at 8.01 pm. Parents are general complimentary to you and a lot of the issues you have with kids get sorted out simply by talking to their parents and getting the chance to show them their work or lack of. It helps that since Covid your appointments are online, so parents can't go over their time slot. But, you'd been out of the apartment since 6am and taught a full day of lessons, plus teaching your club and then you spent the last 3 hours talking non-stop to parents. So, yes, they weren't terrible, but you were exhausted and really ready to go home and fall into bed. You were ready to see Quinn or at least curl up next to him under the duvet.
Even collecting all your things together and putting on your coat felt like a chore. You tried to do it quickly, your work laptop shoved into your backpack without care, your water bottle, now empty, collected and your lanyard thrown into the bottom of your bag where you'd likely complain that you couldn't find it tomorrow.
The corridor is empty, dark as you make your way to the front doors of the school, passing a few other classrooms still with their lights on as the last remaining teachers finish their evening off. You wave at a few of your colleagues who catch your eye through their doors, but don't stop, determined to get away as quickly as possible. It's always a little eerie leaving school when it's dark out and barely anyone is around, like something out of a horror movie.
You slip your phone out of your pocket dialling Quinn on instinct, it barely rings before he answers.
"Hey, baby." His voice not even a little bit groggy, telling you that he's stayed up for you again and hasn't had a nap. No matter how many times you tell him he can go to sleep if he wants, he always stays up until you're home and have eaten. Even if he's had a long day.
"Hey..." You practically sigh out, tiredness infecting your tone, "I'm just walking to my car now, should be back at the apartment in 20 minutes if the traffic isn't too bad." The car park is practically pitch black and you're thankful for Quinn's voice on the other end of the line and the fact your car isn't too far from the doors.
"Okay, baby, drive safe, yeah? It's been icy, so don't rush." Quinn would know, he'd woken up way too early that morning, before even you, to scrape the ice off your car and make sure you didn't have to do it yourself. It had been a little thing that morning that had made your day easier but also made you love him just a little more. He knew how much you hated being even 10 minutes later to work than you normally were, your routine being put off would mess your day up, so he didn't mind keeping it on track for you. Even if it changed his routine in the process.
Your car is freezing when you get in, rushing to turn it on and get the heating going, practically shaking in your big coat and scarf, "I know, I promise I won't rush. I love you." You put your seatbelt on, turning the headlights on as you think about how glad you're going to be when you open the apartment door to Quinn.
"I love you too. See you soon." His voice is soft and it's hard to do but you say your goodbyes and hang up the call, setting your music to play and making sure you have everything with you before you set off.
The drive is uneventful thankfully, no real traffic and no real issues other than the hungry rumbling of your stomach and the tired blinking of your eyes. You've never been more thankful for the lack of traffic than when you pull into the apartment parking lot and into your designated space.
There's a moment, after you put your car in park, where you simply turn your car off and close your eyes. Needing a moment to decompress and get your bearings even as you can feel yourself starting to nod off. This moment is interrupted by a startling knock on the window of your car door that has you jumping out of your skin, hand clasping your chest. You look, only to see Quinn, bundled up in a hoodie outside your door, hands in his pockets, looking sheepish at having scared you.
You shake your head at him through the window, but let him open your car door for you. You don't protest when he walks around to the passenger side and grabs your work bag for you and you say very little, just melt into his side when he wraps his arm around you to usher you to the door of your apartment building.
You let him practically support your body weight on the way up to the apartment, feeling for the first time that you can relax. It's silly really, how easy it is to shut off around Quinn, barely looking where you're going because you know he'll steer you in the right direction, knowing he won't let you walk face first into a wall.
When Quinn finishes unlocking the front door, the first thing you notice is how warm the apartment is like he's put the heating on especially for you. You were always cold while he always claimed he was fine.
You toe your shoes off at the door, turning to watch as Quinn is much more careful with your work bag than you would be, placing it down by the front door and kicking off his shoes. His hair is at that gorgeous length where when he turns to look at you it practically flips like Prince Charming.
"Go take a shower, baby, I've already made your lunch for tomorrow and I'll sort dinner while you get comfy." It shouldn't make you feel like crying or get emotional but it does because he knows how much you hate making your lunch for work when it's late and he knows how tired you are after a parent's evening. He knows that if it's not made it'll put off your whole morning routine and he knows that that'll ruin your entire Friday. It just reminds you how much he does for you without fussing about it or expecting praise. How well he knows you.
You can't help but wrap your arms around his hoodie swamped frame, pressing your face into his chest for a few moments as you squeeze him as tight as you can, breathing in his cologne, and just enjoying being close to him for the first time in hours.
When you finally look up at him, you rest your chin on his chest, eyes soft as they meet his green ones, "I love you, what would I do without you?"
"You'd be fine, you know it." Yeah, you would. You'd make your own lunch and find your own dinner and scrape ice off your car by yourself, but you'd just be fine...you wouldn't be happy, you wouldn't be thriving. You squeeze him a little tighter around the waist, Quinn's own arms wrapping around you snuggly.
"Then why do it for me?" You ask the question even though you know the answer, because you want to hear him say it, because you love to hear him say it.
"Just because you can do this stuff doesn't mean you have to, I love you...so I want to make your life easier..."
You practically grin up at him, his answer the usual one, one you've heard time and time again but that you love every single time. "I love you too, baby." You reach up to press a kiss to his chin, lips moving across to his cheek, any available skin coming under assault.
He laughs loud, head reeling back to escape you, "Okay, okay! That's enough, you need to go shower! Go!" Quinn pulls out of your arms, struggling to free himself and when he finally does he sends a playful slap to your arse that has you laughing as you leave him, even tired, you can't help but feel slightly rejuvenated in Quinn's presence, like he gives you an energy boost.
You try not to take too long, cutting your shower short out of exhaustion and hunger before throwing on your most comfortable t-shirt and short combo. Your hair is wet, still dripping when you come back out to the kitchen area, the smell of Chinese food hitting you and forcing a grumbling gurgle from your stomach.
"Hungry?" Quinn laughs, looking up from where he's plating up the food. Quinn used to be the sort of guy who ordered one dish from the Chinese takeaway and had the entire thing, but you came from a household of purchasing many items and putting a bit of each on your plate. Mix and match. He'd adapted well to it and become the expert plate maker. Secretly, or not so secretly, he enjoyed making your plate for you, providing you with food even if it was just Chinese takeout.
"Starving! You got my favourite?" You take a seat at the kitchen table, eyes eagerly watching the food in a way that has Quinn chuckling to himself even as he gives you an extra spring roll. One thing he loves about you is how normal you are about food, you don't hide how hungry you are or try to avoid food, even when he can't eat something because of his training and his career, you don't let that effect you or your appetite.
"Mmhmm, and I've given you most of the chowmein, since it's your favourite." He places the plate in front of you, a large pile of Singapore chowmein on your plate, significantly larger than the share on his own plate. Your entire plate dwarfs Quinn's, his desire to feed you seemingly impossible to quash. Maybe you should feel guilty, instead all you feel is such overwhelming love and affection for him to the point of tears welling in your eyes. Maybe its because you're tired, a long day teaching plus parent's evening finally taking its toll or maybe it's just how sweet Quinn is, how determined he is to make your life easier, to look after you, but either way you're especially emotional tonight over a Chinese takeaway.
"Thank you..."
Quinn stops before he even sits in his seat, leaving his plate across from yours at the emotion in your voice. Instead, he comes to stand next to your sitting form, letting you wrap your arms around his hips, your cheek pressing into his side while he runs a hand through your wet hair.
Quinn would say that you were naturally more emotional than him, not a cry baby per say, but with him? In the place you felt most comfortable? Then you were prone to tears, especially when he did something nice for you. It was an interesting thing about you, that you could deal with teenagers yelling at you, throwing things, swearing and being all around rude or parents harassing you, and not shed a single tear. But, the moment Quinn did something thoughtful you got choked up...although not usually over Chinese food. This was a new one.
"You're emotional tonight...you okay, baby?" You sniffle a little at his question, unsure why you're so emotional today of all days, other than possibly how tired you. Maybe your period is on the way? Or maybe it was just that time of year? Still, you can't help but lean into him deeper, clingy in your need to be close to him even as you try to sneak a bite of a spring roll, stomach still growling.
"I'm just tired and...and I love you so much....you're so good to me and you gave me almost all the chowmein." Quinn stifles a laugh at the way you say, all while sneaking food into your mouth, you're gripping him so tight he considers eating stood upright so you don't have to let go. He might not ever admit it, but he loves how clingy you are, how you always reach for him. He loves that he never doubts how much you want him.
"Oh, baby...you really need food and bed, huh?" His fingers run through your hair one last time, landing on the nape of your neck and resting there.
You nod your head and reluctantly let go of him so you can focus on your food. He watches you while the two of you eat, the slow blinks, the way your head lolls every now as if you might fall asleep at the table. He's happy though, happy you're eating, happy you're enjoying it, the way you gobble up your favourite bits and eat more than is probably comfortable. He's happy he can provide for you, look after you, especially given how much you give to your job.
Once you've both finish eating, you go to reach for his plate as if you're going to clean it for him, he pulls it away from you without hesitation, "Baby, I'll do it in the morning...you're too tired, let's just go to bed, yeah?"
You don't even put up a fight when he takes your plate from you or when he grips you by the shoulders, steering you towards the bedroom. There are no protests when he pulls back the covers and helps you ease into bed, the only protest you let out is when he tries to leave to lock up and turn all the lights off. But, you're placated by his soft voice telling you he'd be right back.
You're asleep by the time he's turned all the lights off and put the plates by the sink. Quinn can't really help it, the way he stops just off to the side to stare at you. The soft rise and fall of your breathing, the way you nuzzle deeper into your favourite pillow.
When he was younger Quinn was sure that he didn't want to be responsible for another person that wasn't his brothers, that he didn't want to look after someone else. The idea of loving someone seriously, of caring for them was too much. He'd been dead wrong, you weren't his responsibility and sure, you could look after yourself, but God, did he love doing it for you. He loved seeing you happy, content, well looked after. He loved knowing that even when you were exhausted from work, even when life threw you a curveball, he was there to make it easier, lighten the load. You made him feel needed, useful, in a way that was ten times more rewarding than being captain of the Canucks.
He loved that for all the things he did for you, you did just as much for him. The way you always put a towel in the dryer to warm when you knew he was coming back from practice. The fact you made sure to have his favourite cheat meal ready when he'd had a rough game or roadie. You might think he did more for you, than you did for him, but in reality it was pretty even. You both simply took care of one another.
He's as quiet as possible as he changes into just a pair of grey sweatpants, careful as he slides into bed besides you and gentle as he pulls you back into his arms. You stir slightly, but only enough to turn around and burying your head into his chest, leg wrapping over his hip. Still fast asleep even as you seek out his warmth.
Maybe when he was 19 he didn't want something like this, but now? Now he can't imagine anything better than spending his life doing the little things to make your life easier, to make sure you feel loved and respected even when teaching throws you a long day or a shitty parent or a ridiculous incident. He could do this for the next 70 years and never grow tired of it.
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Hello!
So I know that this is an absolute long shot, but I wanted to share this here anyway in the hopes that someone in the Phandom could maybe help me coz I literally just don't know what else to do at this point 🥺🙏
My name is Holly-Jayne but most people call me Daisy, I'm 26 years old and I've been a part of the Phandom for over a decade now like D+P have pretty much always been my most favourite YouTubers and humans in the whole entire universe 💜
I've unfortunately never been able to see them live during any of their tours though as I've just sadly never been able to afford it!
It's always been one of my biggest ever dreams to finally go to one of their shows and maybe even meet them so I can finally thank them personally for everything they've ever done for me 💜
But then late last year I suddenly got very very sick to the point where I became bed bound and wheelchair bound and could no longer eat or drink anything without throwing up and I ended up losing way too much weight to the point where I genuinely looked like a living corpse and I was soooo so tired and in so much pain all the time and I even started struggling to breathe, but then after going through all of this for about 4 months as well as countless doctor appointments, miss-diagnosis including being told it's just anxiety and is all just in my head and also have to stay in hospital got about a week or so, I was very sadly diagnosed with Stage 4 (Terminal) Serous Carcinoma Ovarian Cancer that has spread to multiple areas of my body and I have now also completely lost my fertility because of it 😔💔
I also apparently had over 2 litres worth of fluid on my lungs which is why I was struggling to breathe and could barely even walk up the stairs without my legs just completely giving way.
So I've had to endure 6 very difficult and grueling rounds of Chemo which I actually finished around 2 months ago and I'm now on a targeted treatment that I have to have every 3 weeks for about a year and I also have to take blood thinners every single day for up to 2 years due to a rather big blood clot that they also found on my lung during my 1st round of Chemo!
I also almost died again during my 2md round of Chemo as I had a very bad reaction to it and stopped breathing for a couple of minutes......
We've had quite a few scares which I guess is just my new normal now, but i now as back to normal as I can be with Cancer and I'm very slowly but surely getting my life back together and just trying to live my life as much as I can for as long as I can as even though I'm terminal, I'd like to believe that I'll still be around for many many years to come and D+P have especially helped with his as watching their videos through all of the dark and scary times have always just completely cheered me up and put a smile on my face and they still give me the motivation and determination to fight and stay as strong and healthy as I possibly can be 💜
So yeah, it's probably been the most hardest and most painful year of my life, plus my grandad very sadly and suddenly passed away last October just before all of this happened and then we also very sadly lost my aunt in May of this year after a 16 year long battle with Cancer and my nan was also unfortunately diagnosed with Leukemia around the same time as my own diagnosis, so 2024 just hasn't been kind to us at all!
Soooo so much grief, pain and trauma that we're all still trying to deal with 😔💔
So yeah, when D+P announced the TIT I was absolutely BEYOND happy and excited like yessssss another chance for me to finally go and see them and potentionally meet them if I can get an M&G ticket and finally just something for me to look forward to after this very crappy year!!
But alas, time and luck once again just weren't on our sides as when the tickets were released for both dates we just so happened to be at the hospital for appointments and treatment and they all sold out before I even had a chance to try and buy them 😭💔
So I tried to use one of my wishes to see and meet them instead, but we've unfortunately just found out that the company no longer have any money and can't fulfill people's wishes anymore!!
But the thing is, we submitted the wish absolutely months ago like back when the tickets had just sold out and we never heard back from them at all until now when our macmillan nurse got in touch with them a few days ago, so they never even bothered to tell us which is really annoying and inconvenient because we could have maybe sorted something else out by now, but now we've only got a couple of weeks left and we're just at a complete loss as to what to do as this could literally be my last ever chance!!
Really starting to lose hope over ever getting to see or meet them now and I'm absolutely devastated as we just don't know when or if they'll ever go on tour again and even if they do, who knows if I'll still be here by then or how my health will be!!
I mean I'm always staying as optimistic and hopeful as possible, but we still just never really know......
So yeah, I just wanted to share this in the hopes that someone in the Phandom could maybe help in any way at all??
Idk how or what could be done or anything, but I thought it was worth a shot anyway as I've pretty much got nothing to lose at this point!
I was hoping for Manchester on the 29th btw as that's the only date that I'm able to do.
Thankyou soooo so much for reading all of this if you've actually made it this far, I appreciate it more than you'll ever know!
I'm in this Phandom business for life haha 🤣💜 @danielhowell @amazingphil @danandphilupdates @danandphilhq @danandphilnews @danandphilsaltsquad
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KISSING YOU IN MY MIND
Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem! Summary: after your date with Eddie, it gets a little awkward between you. Warnings: mention of drugs
Here is the actual part 2!
Series masterlist here!
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you kicked a rock as you walked on the side of the road.
your backpack heavier than when you left home with it. it's probably just because you're tied from walking, though
you've been walking for what seems like forever when you hear a car drive slowly behind you.
you kicked the rock again and it tumbled off your path. not bothered to get it back, your turned around when you saw the corner stop beside you.
the window sketchily rolls down and your met with a certain smile that you haven't seen in a while.
"where ya going?" he asked, looking around
"where do you think?" you rolled your eyes.
"well i was gonna offer you a ride but after that comment" he shrugged, pressing on the gas and driving off slowly
you waited a second before catching up to him, making him smirk with his eyes still on the road
without looking over he leaned to the passenger door and opened it.
you got in and shut the door, sighing as you put your bag by your feet.
he started driving, turning down his music.
"so. how come you're walkin' to school?" he asked, looking over at you
"well I'm not walking now, am i?" you question, taking your waterbottle out and drinking a much-needed sip.
you swallowed the cold water and hummed
"I missed the bus" you answered, relaxing in the seat
You lean back against the seat, the cool air from the cracked window swirling in a lazy circle around you. The quiet hum of the engine fills the space, but neither of you seems to know what to say. You can feel the tension in the air thick and unspoken, and it’s like the weight of everything that’s not being said is pressing in on you both.
"so.. haven't seen you all week..ya'avoiding me again?" he asked in a half joking way- that much you could tell by the playful smile of his face, one that didn't quite reach his eyes.
and maybe you had been avoiding him, maybe you had been taking a different route, bearly going to your locker. but you just hadn't realised it until now
"no..no. i've just been...busy" you breathed lightly, playing with your fingers that sat in your lap
"busy" he repeated lowly. not fully believing you.
the old rundown van is the exact same as it was a week prior. the same rubbish littering the dirty floor. you didn't expect anything different. but it gave you a sort of comfort. now that you were familiar with his space. it gave you the sense that you knew him- really knew him.
The road stretches out before you, the occasional car passing by, the sound of tires on asphalt blending into the low volume of the radio that’s still playing in the background. He glances over at you, just a quick peek, like he’s making sure you’re still there. But it’s more than that—his eyes linger for a fraction of a second longer than usual, before he shifts his gaze back to the road.
You stare straight ahead, pretending you didn’t notice, but your pulse quickens anyway. There’s something about the way he doesn’t look at you anymore, but you feel like he’s aware of every little thing you’re doing, like your presence is too loud, too obvious, too close.
"Think we'll make it to class on time?" The question slips out before you can stop it, and as soon as you say it, you wish you could take it back. It sounds too light, too casual, like you’re trying to cover up the space between you that’s suddenly too big to ignore.
He looks over at you again, that same quick glance, but this time he doesn’t hide the small smile that tugs at the corner of his lips. It's a fleeting thing, barely there, but it makes your heart skip a beat. You want to smile back, but it feels wrong, like you’d be playing a part in something neither of you is ready to admit.
"we'll make it," he says, and the calmness in his voice catches you off guard. Like he knows the answer before you even asked it, like he knows you’ll be fine, even though everything feels a little off right now.
You nod, but the motion feels robotic, too forced, like you're just going through the motions without really thinking about it. There’s something about the way his hands move on the wheel, tapping in time with the rhythm of the song playing, that makes you wonder if he’s just as lost in his thoughts as you are. Or maybe he’s trying to ignore the fact that this, whatever this is, is just as awkward as it feels.
The silence falls back over you both. It’s not comfortable, but it’s not unbearable either. It’s just... there, like a quiet third presence in the car. You try to focus on the road, the trees passing by, anything that will distract you from the nagging feeling that you’re both avoiding something you can’t quite put your finger on.
When you get closer to the school, the moment shifts again. The buildings are visible now, looming ahead like a reminder that all this—this weird, half-formed connection between you two—has to end soon. The thought of it feels too sudden, too soon, and you catch yourself wishing the ride would last just a little longer.
He slows the car, turning into the parking lot, and parks a little too far from the entrance. You both sit there for a second, neither of you moving. It’s like you’re both waiting for the other to do something. You can’t tell if you’re waiting for him to say something or if you’re just stalling because you don’t know how to break the strange quiet that’s settled between you.
"Thanks for the ride," you finally manage, your voice sounding a little too stiff, like you’re trying to make it sound casual even though the words feel foreign on your tongue.
You glance at him, but his face is already turned forward, hands still resting on the wheel.
"No problem," he says, his tone almost too easy, like he’s slipping back into that comfortable version of himself that doesn’t have to acknowledge whatever this is between you two.
He opens the door, stepping out quickly, and you follow suit, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder.
You both stand there for a second, a few feet apart, but neither of you makes the move to walk toward the school. The silence is loud now, unbearable even, and you feel the tension between you, thick and tight in the air. Your eyes wander for a moment, trying to find something to focus on, but your gaze inevitably falls back to him.
He’s standing there, shoulders slightly hunched, like he’s unsure of what to do next. It’s almost like you’re both waiting for the other to break, to do something that might make this feel less strange, less heavy.
He glances at you, a quick look, before he shifts his weight and starts walking toward the building. You follow, the distance between you growing, but it feels like it’s not enough. Like there’s something unspoken that’s just hanging there, waiting for either of you to pick it up.
You reach the school entrance, and for a moment, you both stop, standing just outside the door. You’re not sure why, but you look over at him one last time, and there it is- the same look, the same hesitation in his eyes, like he’s caught between two things he doesn’t know how to handle. And then, just as quickly, he turns and steps inside, leaving you standing there for just a moment longer.
You walk in after him, but the weight of the unspoken words lingers in the air, and you can’t shake the feeling that something’s changed. Something’s shifted between the two of you, and you’re not sure what it is yet, but you’re certain it’s something that’s not going away anytime soon.
And the question you’re left with as you step into the crowded halls is simple: What would it feel like if you weren’t walking away from each other at all?
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Eddie couldn't get you out of his mind, ever since he dropped you off at your house after your 'date' and he realised he wanted to kiss you, you're all he can think about.
it's strange, he doesn't know what to think of it. he's never thought of any girl like that, the last time he thought about kissing a girl was when he was 14 watching Brooke Shields in the blue lagoon. but that ship sailed long ago.
but this was different, you were real, right in front of him, being nice.
he's felt weird all week. not knowing what to do. he's felt like you've made it obvious, laying it out on the table. you had so many options of teddies to choose from but you choose the one he has a tattoo of, that you've complimented?
but he was overthinking it, right? you had just thought it was the best choice? he would have chosen it before
he thought maybe things could be different now, that it would be better but after not seeing you for a week, and him so desperately wanting to, he thought maybe you didn't want the same
which makes sense. you told him all the date was, was pity, you felt bad for him.
that was it.
that's all it was, and all it will be.
but he doesn't like you, it was just the moment, he was tired, and you totally weren't looking at his lips when you left his van that night.
it didn't happen.
he needs to get a hold of himself
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"are you going to the party on saturday?" you voice echoed in his ears when you leaned against your locker, looking right at him as he rummaged through it, slyly making sure he had enough for the deal he's about to make in 10 or so minutes
he turned to you, a slight frown on covering his features.
he looked around to see a few people in the hallway and he opened his mouth to say something before stopping himself when he looked back at you
you didn't even try to make yourself look busy in your locker like you usually did. you weren't being quiet when talking to him like you usually did.
your eyebrows raised expectently before you spoke up again
"sorry.. didn't mean to catch you at a bad time, s'just wondering if it's a real party or a lame one"
were you asking him to go?
his puzzle look made you laugh softly
"are you coming to sell at the party?" you said again, making it more simple because clearly his brain wasn't processing, and to be honest, his eyes looked a little blown out and darker than usual, was he high?
he nodded quickly "uh i uh- i don't know yet, probably, need the money"
"good, i need something to make me relax, are you alright?" you asked, noticing his excessive blinking
"Yeah," he said plainly.
the word stretched too thin to feel convincing. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, and you couldn’t tell if he was just distracted or trying to get you to drop it. Either way, the air between you felt heavier now, like something invisible was hanging in the space where words should’ve been.
You shifted your weight, leaning back against the cold metal of your locker, and studied him for a moment. His hands were still in his locker, rummaging through whatever he was keeping stashed in there, but they didn’t seem to be moving with any real purpose. It was more like he was just keeping them busy. Avoiding something.
"You sure?" you asked again, softer this time. There wasn’t any teasing in your voice now, just a quiet curiosity that you couldn’t quite keep out.
He froze for a second, his shoulders stiffening almost imperceptibly before he pulled his hands out of the locker and shut it with a sharp click.
His head tilted, and he gave you another one of those smiles that didn’t feel real- more like a placeholder than anything else.
"Yeah, I’m good," he said, like he was trying to convince himself just as much as you.
You nodded, but the furrow in your brow stayed. You weren’t sure why it bothered you so much, why he seemed so off, or why you felt the need to press the matter, but it did.
He didn’t meet your eyes this time, and something about that stung more than you cared to admit.
"Okay," you said, drawing the word out slowly, like you weren’t sure if you believed him or not.
"Just... don’t overdo it, alright?"
he frowned "Overdo what?" he asked, his tone light, almost playful, but there was an edge to it. Like he was trying to steer the conversation away from whatever it was that had you asking in the first place.
"the drugs" you wanted to say, but you didn't.
You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Whatever it is that’s got you all..." You waved a hand vaguely in his direction, searching for the right word but not finding one. "...weird."
weird? what a new word he's never been called. but how is he supposed to act 'normal' when all he can focus on is the curve of your lips when you're talking to him, wishing he could feel them, wishing they were on his in what is a beautiful kiss.
but, alas,
he has to be weird.
trust me, i won't overdo wanting to kiss you Eddie thought to himself
His lips twitched, and for a moment, you thought he might actually laugh, but then the look in his eyes shifted again- softened, almost, and he let out a small sigh instead.
"I am weird," he said, quieter this time, like he was trying to reassure you without drawing too much attention to it.
You wanted to believe him. You really did. But something about the way he was looking at you now, like he was holding back a dozen things he didn’t know how to say, made it hard to let it go.
Still, you nodded, pushing yourself off your locker. "Alright,"
You stepped back to give him a little more space and looked down at the polished floor again
"I'll see you at the party then...or not...bye" You trailed off, suddenly feeling self-conscious about how much you were saying.
His eyes flicked to yours, just for a second, and then he nodded. "Yeah," he said simply.
You lingered for a moment longer, waiting for something, anything, but when he didn’t say anything else, you turned and started walking down the hallway. The sound of your footsteps echoed faintly behind you, and you wondered if he was watching you leave.
You didn’t look back to find out. But as you turned the corner, you caught yourself wishing you had.
and still wondering why, in that weird little head of yours, you still pictured kissing those plush pink lips of his.
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this on'es a bit shortwe because i had no ideas on what to do, but i have the next few PERFECTLY PLANNED OUT
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also thank you for all the support on the first two, hope you like this one!
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Sharing is Caring - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader x Kwon Ji-Yong/G-Dragon part 2
Summary: For weeks you couldn't get either man out of your head, but what happens whenever they finally find you and have a chance to speak with you again.
Warnings: None for this part, all fluff for you lovelies <3
After that night you tried to go back to your usual life, but it was hard whenever everything reminded you of the two men you had slept with, it was a first for you, most guys you got with were always vanilla, so spending that night with Seung Hyun and Ji Yong was a complete 180 for you, not that you were complaining. You attempted to find them on social media, but after looking up their names and seeing the extensive internet history of them being famous and apart of a huge K-pop group, you were quickly scared away.
Seung Hyun and Ji-Yong were having the same exact issue as you, desperately trying to figure out who exactly you were, but without a last name it was proving to be a lot more difficult than they had originally thought. After reaching out to a few friends the boys were quick to learn your name, thank god Ji-Yong had taken a video of the boys at the club, catching you not far off in the background of it. Whenever you got message from Ji-Yong you were concerned at first, until he explained that your friend, Mi-Su, had given him your number. Agreeing to meet again at your apartment considering they had already been there you all sat in the living room. You felt flustered under their gazes, knowing that the last time they saw you, you weren't exactly sober. "We can't stop thinking about you" Ji-Yong started nervously, this topic wasn't exactly something you could just cut to the point with, but Ji-Yong wasn't really sure how to ease into it. You could feel your face heat up as Ji-Yong spoke, looking down at your hands "I-I've thought about you two as well" You shyly admitted, your admission caused both boys' hearts to jump, looking back up to see their reactions, you saw them both looking at each other. "So....what does that mean?" You asked after a moment, messing with your rings nervously, you weren't exactly sure why they were here, but you figured with you not being able to get them out of your head, why not have them come over and talk like they want to?
"We um..We talked about it...and if you're okay with it..we both wanna take you out" Seung Hyun nervously mumbled out, scratching the back of his neck as he looked down at his shoes "Only if you're okay with it, y/n" Ji-Yong jumped in, watching your face closely as you processed their request, both of them? "So..like..two boyfriends?" You asked tilting your head confused, Ji-Yong couldn't hide his smile at your cuteness "Basically..yea" He answered sheepishly, his freshly dyed red hair falling in front of his eyes. "I..um.." You stopped, were you really about to do this? What has your life come to? You worked at a half ass restaurant as a cook, and now two famous k-pop idols were wanting you to be their girlfriend, what the fuck.
You noticed their nervousness, Ji-Yong repeatedly adjusting his beanie, Seung Hyun messing with his hands, his eyes never meeting yours until you replied "Sure" You shrugged smiling, watching both of their heads turn towards you quickly in shock "R-Really?" Seung Hyun asked in shock, glancing at you and then Ji-Yong, almost like he couldn't believe what the hell he was hearing. "Yea, You both seem really sweet, and hot, so why not, as long as I won't mess with you two as friends" You explained calmly, trying to stay calm, knowing you'd call your friend later to freak out about your situation. "No, No we've already talked about it" Ji-Yong assured before smiling softly "So would you..wanna stay for dinner?" You asked softly, motioning to your kitchen nervously.
The next week was amazing, you had spent it with both men, learning more about them while starting to realize you really liked the two. "Y/n?.." You heard Seung Hyun's half asleep voice call from the living room, groaning and rolling out of your bed, you slowly shuffled to the living room where both Ji-Yong and Seung Hyun stood, finally ready for work "I was laying down, this better be good" You huffed crossing your arms under your blanket that you had wrapped around you "You're adorable, Aegiya" Ji-yong smiled, pressing a short kiss to your forehead before looking to Seung Hyun "We have to rehearse today, but did you want to come to our place?..You can meet Dae-Sung and Tae-Yang?" Seung Hyun asked softly, resting a hand on your shoulder "You can wear that, if your heart is set on it" He offered, you just nodded going to get your phone and other things you'd need, you'd be damned if you were getting all dressed up this early in the morning, the sun hadn't even come up yet, and wasn't for a few more hours. Both boys just laughed as you shuffled back to them, leaning into Seung Hyun's side as Ji-Yong opened the door for you both before taking your hand holding it gently as Seung Hyun wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
You laid around for about six hours before you heard the door open and different voices start to echo off of the walls "Oh Y/nnn!" You heard Ji-Yong's voice call, you slowly got up from your spot, peeking out of the room before shyly walking out towards the group of men that stood waiting in the living room "Guys! Meet Y/n, she's amazing" Seung Hyun smiled brightly, you waved softly chewing on your bottom lip gently was you approached them all, Ji-Yong wrapped his arms around you quickly, resting his head on your shoulder as you shook Dae-Sung and Tae-Yang's hands, giving Seung Hyun a soft smile as he kissed your knuckles gently "Aein" He greeted as you blushed brightly resting your head on Ji-Yong's as the others spoke, the entire night Dae-Sung had a weird feeling about you, the way you were dating Ji-Yong but the way you interacted with Seung Hyun was weird, the thing that confirmed it? Was after Ji-Yong fell asleep, Dae-Sung had caught you and Seung Hyun making out, his arm propping against the wall keeping you pinned as his lips were firmly pressed against yours. Sneaking into his friends room he quickly shook Ji-Yong "Buddy, bro, wake up" He grunted, sighing in relief whenever Ji-Yong sat up tiredly looking at him confused "Your girlfriend is out there making out with Seung Hyun" He whispered, pointing towards the wall, Ji-Yong just huffed dropping his back into the pillows "You don't care?" He asked after a moment, Dae-sung was confused, why the hell was his friend not upset right now? "He's allowed to, bro" He grumbled into his pillows "She's his girl too" He added on before turning his back to Dae-sung pulling the blankets back over his face.
The two spent the night talking about possibilities on what could be going on between their two friends and you, only to be caught by Seung Hyun a few hours later. While he explained to the others, you were laying next to Ji-Yong, laying pieces of his hair out of the way of his face, he was even pretty whenever he slept, and it frustrated you a little bit, how could both men be so effortlessly perfect? As you laid there, now glaring at the ceiling, Ji-Yong's arm draped across your waist, Seung Hyun walked in chuckling at your glare "What's going on, Aein?" He asked softly, shutting the door behind him as he crawled on the other side of you, plopping himself down before laying his arm slightly higher than Ji-Yong's on your waist "How are you both this good looking, but I have to spend forty minutes trying to get my hair to work with me in the mornings" You huffed, turning your head to glare at him "You truly are adorable" Was all he replied, chuckling softly to himself before pressing his lips to your jaw gently "I'm going to fall asleep soon though..If you need anything just wake me up okay?" He asked softly, even in the dark you could make out his features, and how truly beautiful he looked "Got it" You smiled softly, turning to lay your head on his chest as Ji-Yong turned on his side to wrap his arm around you.
The next morning, you woke up with only one of the men in bed with you, Seung Hyun was still fast asleep next to you as your phone buzzed again with a message
'Got called in for solo rehearsal, be back soon <3'
You sent back a heart before dropping your phone back on the mattress turning towards one of your boyfriends "Seung..." You whispered, placing a hand on his bare chest, his bright blue hair a frizzy mess as he slowly peeked his eyes open, smiling softly at you before closing his eyes again, you huffed, needing him to wake up in order for you to get out of bed, grabbing your phone to ask Ji-Yong what exactly to do. After getting your answer you turned your attention back to Seung Hyun, cupping his cheeks "Aein..wake upp" You whined softly, not wanting to be too loud incase their other bandmates were home, Seung Hyun huffed, attempting to turn away from you, after realizing he wouldn't be able to he sighed opening his eyes "Shhh I'm sleeping with girlfriend" He whispered, pulling you closer to him "Noooo! Seung Hyun I need to gooo" You whined trying to fight against his tired grip "Why?.." He mumbled as he slowly opened an eye again "I have work, My love" You whispered, pressing your lips gently to his before trying to get back up "Just..stay here, its okay" He huffed, not loosening his grip, you sighed smiling at him "Fine, since I like you a tiny bit" You teased, Seung Hyun gave you playful glare before pulling you close to him, giggling softly you traced circles on his chest sighing "Are we just going to lay in bed all day?" You asked, your tone still teasing as he looked at you smiling "Mmmm maybe until Ji gets back" He said shrugging, tracing his fingers up and down your arm "Do you know how beautiful you are?" He asked softly, tilting his head gently as you blushed, dropping your head against his chest "Don't say that.." You giggled, he just grabbed your hand smiling "I'm gonna say it, because it's true" He whispered playfully, you just rolled your eyes "Fine then, do you know how beautiful you and Ji are?" You fired back, watching as his cheeks turned a soft shade of pink "Seriously, you just woke up and already you're making my knees weak?" You giggled, smiling as he looked at you in confusion "How?!" He asked laughing loudly, you just smacked his arm softly as you blushed.
You both did indeed lay in bed all day, whenever Ji-Yong walked in he was greeted by you both laying in his bed laughing loudly at something on Seung Hyun's phone "He looks so adorable! I love it!" You smiled grabbing his phone to send yourself the picture of a sleeping Ji-Yong that was sleeping in an airport, hanging halfway off of the chairs while holding a stuffed animal. "What do you have that's making our beautiful girl laugh that hard?" Ji-Yong asked smiling as he leaned against the doorframe, watching as you both looked at him giggling and chuckling "Seung Hyun was showing me pictures of you" You replied sweetly, staying in your spot next to Seung Hyun, your head resting on his shoulder as you slid his phone back into his hand "She missed you, but didn't want to bother you after I explained what rehearsals were" Seung Hyun explained smiling, loving how sweet you were to not only him but his best friend as well. "Aww, sweet girl" He smiled brightly, making his way over to the bed hugging you tightly "What're the plans today? Have you guys even moved out of bed?" Ji-Yong asked after pulling away from your hug "We did for a little bit, it's just so comfortable in here" You objected before offering your hand "Come see for yourself" You tempted, waving your hand gently as Ji-Yong took it gently flopping next to you on the mattress, scooting closer to you as he looked over at Seung Hyun's phone "Really! I thought you meant my good pictures!" He protested whining, Seung Hyun laughed shaking his head as he muttered 'never' as you smiled cupping his cheeks "Don't worry, Ji, he showed me" You assured sweetly, causing his heart to swoon, as the three of you laid in bed you sighed, not knowing how you ended up in this situation, but you weren't at all complaining.
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another post for @bttfjanaury! this one's @itsthemorph's mermarty au and very predictably i got carried away with it LMAO.
yap session and bonus stuff below the cut:
once again i came up with an entire backstory for this au, and if i were a fanfiction writer i would genuinely consider writing it since it's a lot less visually comedic than the weredoc au (and comedic in general, it's played a little straighter than "man turns into dog and is thoroughly inconvenienced by it") (unfortunate [in reference to visuals] bc i enjoy drawing mermarty a great deal more than weredoc GBJKGJ) bc i really like the premise but i'm pretty bad at fleshing out a narrative in enough detail to last the whole story so bullet points it is:
doc has decided to take a break from his time-travel-related research and go on vacation! the fresh coastal air might jostle a couple ideas into place, and while he is a nuclear physicist and not a marine biologist he wouldn't mind checking out some of the local aquatic life
and by local aquatic life he meant like normal fish and stuff. a nice mollusk or two even. so when he ends up fishing an entire boy out of the water instead he's understandably very shocked
before doc can move past the "where did he come from??" thought to register his more fish-like qualities, the boy makes a run (a swim?) for it. fortunately or unfortunately for doc, he ends up being able to register the fish-like qualities after all since he gets dragged into the water along with him. the moment doesn't last too long, though, and the fish-boy is gone as soon as doc realizes the guy has a fish tail instead of legs
doc gets back on the dock (haha), thinks about the whole ordeal for a bit, and decides that the best course of action is just to assume he hallucinated the whole thing in a fit of heatstroke or something like that. he's here to relax and get his thoughts in order so he can continue working on his time machine! there's no time to investigate fairy-tale creatures or whatever supposedly living off the coast of california!
it's not shown in the comic but i imagine doc has a little portable radio next to him as he was fishing, so some time passes before he catches a glimpse of something shining in the water underneath the dock
he looks through the cracks in the dock and lo and behold, it's the same boy from earlier! doc greets him, and the boy immediately disappears under the water. doc thinks he's scared him off until a few minutes later where he pokes his head out and says hi back
they get to chatting and doc learns a couple things:
1. his name is marty!
2. he was trying to get doc to realize that he forgot to put bait on his hook but got his hand caught on it, and was trying to get his hand unstuck from the hook without ripping it open before doc ever had the chance to see him, which he obviously failed at
3. both the being seen and ripping his hand open, because in his haste to get away after being seen by doc he ended up doing that anyways. so there's like a lot of blood coming out of his hand now? but like don't worry about it. it'll be fine. he thinks.
4. he really likes whatever it is that's playing on the radio
doc insists on patching up his hand and initially marty refuses but lets him do it eventually, and marty tells doc that for a land dweller he's actually surprisingly nice. doc says nah anyone would want to help out someone hurt, especially if they're the one's who caused it. and marty's kind of confused by that because his family's always warned him of how dangerous humans are, which he kind of never thought too hard about until now where his time off this particular coast has really proven them correct, because he's encountered a bunch of humans over the past couple weeks and they've all tried to kill him or catch him. doc's the only one who's actually bothered to say hi!
after learning that particular not-at-all-concerning tidbit, doc asks him to elaborate because there's a lot to unpack over there, but someone else walks onto the dock before marty can get a word in and he takes off
marty does not return, even once the other guy leaves, and when doc packs it up to return to the place he rented out for the vacation he overhears a conversation among a group of men about spotting something weird in the water earlier and that it kind of looked like a mermaid? and that if any of them manage to catch it they'll all be rich as thieves. and another guy in the convo goes no you're thinking of rich as kings, you're mixing it up with a different analogy. and the first guy goes no i'm not i said what i said
so now this vacation is doing anything but clearing doc's mind. he's really worried about that little fish guy
there's a couple more ideas i had but halfway through writing out this bullet list i've realized that if i were to actually write this as a fanfiction, i'd probably want to keep those a surprise. so what i just wrote out is kind of the equivalent of one chapter
edit after thinking about it a bit more: since most humans have been trying to kill him, marty really has no incentive to let a guy know that he's wasting his time fishing with a baitless hook. so a. he's still pretty optimistic that most humans aren't out to get him, even if his experience off this particular coast says otherwise, so he was trying to be nice anyway or b. (which i think is a lot funnier) he has started to pull on people's lines as a way to fuck with them. i think if i wrote this i'd change it to this one
i based mermarty off of a guppy fish! specifically this kind of guppy fish:
i was searching up kinds of fish and he just had the vibe of this thing. although now i think i should've made him a flying fish instead. for the pun
alternate ending to the mini comic:
the other one makes a little more sense since just approaching a guy whose species doesn't know about your existence unprompted is pretty stupid even for marty (and also i thought it was funny that the hook didn't have anything but doc ends up catching something anyways) but i still think this one's funny too
#back to the future#bttf#bttf fanart#marty mcfly#doc brown#emmett brown#what's with me and animal related bttf au's this is like the third/fourth time#first being weredoc second being the penguin picture and third being this bit we came up with on discord where everything was the same#except doc was a horse LMAO#i spent so long coloring mermarty and i have no regrets. very fun to draw the fish. 10/10 would reccommend#scratching my brain thinking of how i can make the plot of bttf still happen if marty's a fish#“and then back to the future happens” is my favorite bit about these kinds of aus gbkjgbjkg#maybe doc builds the flux capacitor into a speedboat or something#the mcflys are all fish but biff and jennifer are human in this version of the au. just to let you know#needles is a pufferfish. not like this will come up at all ever but i felt the need to share that#“his ass is not binding properly” could refer to most versions of marty i think#i can't believe that a mermaid au of bttf being my first piece of written fanfiction is more plausible than not at this point#such is life i guess.#kit does an art#kit yap session#tag as ship and i feed you to the sharks. they don't normally eat people but there's exceptions to be made i think
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Just thinking about the season and more I think about it the more I get pissed off some things are little and basic respect and some are worse let’s give some examples
Start with a smallish one
Piastri in Miami not congratulating Lando or the team in part ferme, basic respect to your teammate who’d won his first race and the team who worked hard, he was never winning anyway with out the contact with Carlos which was pure racing incident. Even Fernando congratulated his old team went over to them. Yes he might have done it in private but it’s always nice to see respect after a race.
Hungary…..pure blackmail and manipulation, I could go on for days about this we all know them radios but the fact Martin Brundle who was commenting at the time said them radios even made him feel uncomfortable tells you everything
McLaren not even thinking about the drivers to priories Lando till BRAZIL when basically was too late and they done it for show you can’t tell me otherwise. People said after Zandvoort to do it race 15 of 24 with 3 sprints.
With a mention of Brazil and the sprint, McLaren hesitating and giving Lando mixed messages, now Max Fewtrell (Lando’s bestie addressed this on stream, he’s also ex racing driver for those who don’t know) saying “what are McLaren doing”, “Lando’s been in dirty air for 7 laps and McLaren aren’t doing anything” then Lando comes on the radio to ask what their doing, max goes on to say “clearly mixed messages again, I know how he’s feeling and he’s sick of it now (he as in Lando) implying that what happened in the briefing wasn’t happening.
Monza next I don’t have a problem with them racing but diving bombing your teammate Lap 1 at turn 4 when everyone is still close together since it’s lap one is stupid, if Lando has t backed out they’d have crashed but as a result of that Charles got past and that cost them the win. A sensible thing would be to let them pull away first Charles in the order they were then race so not risking losing position. McLaren admitted weeks later they went about it the wrong way.
McLaren letting Lando take all the blame, when things happened in racing that weren’t Lando’s fault like the start in Hungary he had a glitch in his starting software they let Lando get ridiculed for weeks by everyone fans, commentators then finally admitted it, same in Brazil race they had break temp issues which was one of the main factors in Lando going off track, the abuse Lando got off that was horrific and Lando clearly wasn’t in a good place after saying some kind of worrying but upsetting things on Max’s stream.
Qatar penalty, Lando should have lifted but didn’t see the flags and they were constantly going yellow,green it was a honest mistake no one came out and said oh it was a honest mistake from Lando instead he he beat himself up again quite harshly and once again we heard that on Max’s stream where Max refused to keep playing with Lando till he ate something,
Im not speculating anything but just from comments on stream which Max said after Lando saying he’s going to starve himself most likely joking but from what Max said it may not have been joking he said “we’re not doing this again” then proceeded to say he’d had too much sugar he had 2 cans of Pepsi max saying that’s hardly too much sugar.
Silverstone strategy giving Lando whole monologues on the radio. He was asked do you want softs to go after Lewis (the leader) or mediums to cover Max (P3) of course he’s going after Lewis but you could clearly see the medium was better before Lando pitted Lando can’t see that the team can, but yet again they let Lando get horrible abuse and take all the blame
Andrea in post session videos he rarely ever complemented or acknowledged Lando’s achievements especially poles he’d always just come up with an excuse for OP under performance or excuse to why he was off Lando. Like how hard it’s it to say Lando done a excellent Lap for pole he’s ina good position tomorrow
Social media Lando all season got horrible horrible abuse online even death threats and McLaren done absolutely nothing, in comparison to this Arrow McLaren (McLarens Indy team) put out a statement regarding pourchaire getting hate and death threats from canapino fans, he’d been with the team one race bare that in mind Lando was getting that for months on end on every social media platform, Carlos even removed himself from their joint Mexico post, which Lando was getting abuse on from races after.
Lando has helped Oscar more than Oscar has helped Lando I don’t know where the narrative came from that Oscar’s lost points because of “helping”
Oscar never once thanked Lando for Hungary, Baku, Qatar which Lando played a vital part in, Lando always thanked or complimented Oscar even when he really didn’t need to like Miami
McLaren and Mental Health, Lando is and always has been very honest and open and an advocate for mental health yet McLaren do nothing to support him until they want him to make a video for it.
Oscar had to be told twice to drive carefully to not cause a safety car or accident when Lando was leading a race, McLaren need to speak about this because it’s twice it’s happened. It was Miami and and Abu Dhabi potentially costing your teammate a win.
I’ve probably missed more because it’s been a shit show but yeah rant over.
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During my reread with my gf I was reminded of something that confused me during my first read, and it also confused my gf when we came across it again:
In the final chapter of season 1, Bill crosses the weirdness barrier. That's very much what it sounds like has happened. And when he does, he seems for some reason confident it will work and doesn't seem to react when it does. I'm not sure what this is implying. How long has he known he can do that? Am I completely misreading and that didn't happen? And if he has know or just learned at that moment, why wouldn't he leave? I get he wants to go back for Mabel but most of his limitations seem basically nonexistent if he can cross the barrier.
I think on my first read I glossed it over as something that will be explained later on but It seems like it hasn't been explained past what we know, and even if it is a mystery why he can or how he knew, it totally threw me off and has me very confused about the situation now. I basically understand the whole sleepwalking thing though it was a little complicated, but that seems to be a solution for only the door problem.
ALSO we were confused bit the jumping off the roof and retreiv8ng things from the woods thing. Did that happen? How? What?
Basically TLDR: I just remembered that I'm confused about everything
yes, he walked across the barrier. the thing you read happening is what happened.
yes, he was confident he could do it
what it's implying is that he was able to walk across the barrier and was confident about this fact ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
this is what you're supposed to be able to conclude: either he knew that could happen the whole time, or he didn't test it but "knew" it because Bill sometimes decides something is true and then acts like it is. Which it is doesn't really matter, because the end result is the same: the whole time, he was sure the barrier wouldn't hold him, and he was correct about it. That's the new information you received this chapter.
This means that at the start of the fic he was totally bullshitting in the car when he acted like he thought he was gonna die.
he didn't leave before now because he's been locked up. Otherwise he would've.
he doesn't leave after this because 1) he doesn't wanna ditch Mabel, 2) he doesn't wanna ditch Ford, 3) if he leaves town then he loses access to the portal back home, which is clearly something I need to emphasize a lot more on rewrites, I thought the fact that he keeps bringing it up would've got the job done; and 4) he's an arrogant egomaniac and he's going "Ford decided to spare me? That means I won!! The humans just don't know it yet! Now I'm just pretending to play along but really I'm totally free and can do anything I want! It'll be like a week until they get with the program and loosen all my restrictions, I can wait that long." which is also something I clearly need to emphasize more.
yes, he jumped off the roof and got his stuff. The takeaway from that scene is meant to be "damn, ok, sure, I guess sleepwalking Bill can float now"
during the eclipse arc he got floatier faster than the humans. When asked why gravity was affecting him less than them, he said it's because he's better at floating because he's had more practice. After the eclipse arc, he immediately started making inanimate objects float in midair. Now, he can float in normal gravity.
These things haven't been revisited since then because even though you've read like a dozen chapters plus an entire damn novel about the Axolotl since then, for Bill it's been like two and a half days, during which time he's been busy rescuing children from soul-sucking cameras and watching the Pines fight Bigfoot in scuba gear. He's had neither an opportunity nor a reason to visit the barrier or float around.
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wc: 1034 | Rating: T | CW: mentions of infidelity | Additional Tags: future fic, famous Eddie Munson, school counselor Steve Harrington, past Steddie, reconnecting, olive branches, second chances, hopeful ending
I got wailed at a lot for part 1, lol, so here’s this to start making it better. Thanks for the comments about Eddie’s characterization though, I’m glad all the growing up he’s done since the breakup came through.
Now also on ao3
Hell of a Time at the Wake, part 2
The thing is, Eddie never fell out of love. He’s just grown past wondering if they’ll ever cross paths again, given up hoping because that way lies just going through the motions instead of living.
So he’s completely blindsided when, months later, he answers the phone without bothering to check caller ID and hears a voice he hasn’t heard in over five years.
“Did you do that interview to get my attention?”
Not just blindsided, but speechless. Him. Eddie Munson. Completely struck dumb. He opens his mouth and all that falls out is a strangled, “Steve?”
There’s a scoff down the line. “No, it’s Entertainment Tonight.”
It brings a faint smile to Eddie’s face despite the shock; he’d always loved Steve’s bitchy side. “Uh, hey. Sorry, I wasn’t expecting—No, absolutely no, to that question. How did you…?”
“Dustin taped it and mailed it to Robin, who showed it to me after being really, really weird for a couple of weeks,” Steve admits, with what sounds like a grudging sigh. But then, it’s been so long, who’s to say that Eddie even knows how to read the man’s tone anymore. “Apparently they talk about me behind my back. I’m thinking of pressing charges.”
Eddie snorts. “That tracks. Sorry again, for… that. I would’ve gone out of my way to tell Dustin not to, but all that would’ve done was speed things up, probably. And I really… I mean, it wasn’t that I wasn’t thinking about you when I said it, but…”
“You didn’t expect me to see it.”
“Well,” he hedges—but yeah, he hadn’t. “It’s not like I expect you to keep tabs on me. I fucked that up a long time ago, I know you don’t owe me any of your time or anything. Just, they asked why I don’t drink and I figured I’d give the real answer for once, get it off my chest. For me, you know?”
There’s a pause, and then, “Yeah, I get that.”
The words are quiet. Eddie doesn’t know what to make of them, so he doesn’t particularly try. He leans his hip against his kitchen counter, picking up the mug he’d set down in his haste to catch the ringing phone. Takes a sip. Clears his throat.
“So,” he prompts finally into the awkward silence.
“So,” Steve agrees. “Um, is it stupid to admit that I called all indignant because I was sure—But, I get it. And I appreciate that you were… discrete, I guess is the word. You could’ve said a lot worse about how I handled things back then.”
“Gonna be honest, I have a lot clearer memories of how badly I handled it,” Eddie says, staring down into his mug. His face peers back up at him from the dark, steaming surface of the liquid, and man, the number of times he’s wanted to punch the guys he’s looking at for some of that shit. “At the risk of sounding dismissive, people in their early twenties are a lot stupider than they think.”
“That’s hindsight for you.” Another pause. “We don’t have to talk about it. I don’t think I want to open up that can of worms. But… I was surprised to hear that you’re a teetotaler now. Not even weed?”
Eddie laughs. “Hey man, I smoked enough of that while I was still dealing to last a lifetime.”
“You’re not wrong,” Steve shoots back, and maybe, just maybe, he’s smiling when he says it. “I don’t anymore either. Smoke, I mean. I could say I grew out of it, but the smell was…”
He trails off, and Eddie lets him, nodding to himself. Too many memories, the scent of reefer permeating his old jackets that Steve had liked to steal whenever they’d spent a night apart. It’s why he doesn’t wear those anymore either.
“Yeah,” Eddie says softly. “It got me through some shit. I’ve got different shit now, though. Better, uh…”
“Coping mechanisms?”
“Sure. And a busier schedule, too. Not a lot of time to sit around and just be stoned, which was half the fun of it anyway.” It had always made Eddie somewhere in the crux between annoyed and anxious if he had to get up and Do Something when he’d been smoking. Spoiled the ambiance, the boneless indulgence of a good high. That attitude had led to more than a few arguments when they’d been together, and with Uncle Wayne before that—but Eddie had always preferred to finish things up and then smoke up, as a reward.
Working on DnD campaigns hadn’t counted as doing something. Music either, back before he’d made a career of it.
“Same here. Did Dustin tell you I’m a middle school counselor now?”
Eddie sees the smile in his reflection before he realizes he’s doing it, and covers his completely unnecessary embarrassment by taking a sip, which Steve also can’t see. “He didn’t, but that’s great. Just like you wanted, huh?”
“Yeah. Keeps me pretty busy, the kids these days man, you wouldn’t fucking believe… I mean, nothing as off the wall as some of the shit the Party got up to, obviously, but these kids, jesus. But yeah, I love it.” Steve hesitates. “How about you? How’s the, uh, music industry treating you?”
Once upon a time, Steve had spat in his face that Eddie only wanted to be a rockstar for the sex, drugs, and groupies, and Eddie had snarled back that it’s supposed to be sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll, asshole, I know you don’t take me seriously as a musician but come the fuck on.
“Can’t complain,” Eddie replies easily, because that was a long time ago, in the heat of an otherwise long forgotten moment. They were different people. “Our last album just went gold. The last tour was wild, but too long. Jeff’s got a baby on the way so we’re taking it easy for a while.”
“That’s great, man. Breaks are good. It sounds like you’ve really earned it.”
And the thing is, Eddie never fell out of love.
They keep talking, sometimes stalling out but always picking up the threads to keep going eventually, and it feels a little bit like coming home.
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i gave your name as my emergency phone call
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Stan receives a postcard from his twin brother - who he's not seen in a decade - asking for his help. But like with everything else in his life, he runs into some trouble on his way there
4. i’ll let the pain metastasize
Ford awoke with a groan to the smell of fresh coffee brewing. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes he looked into the - surprisingly clean - kitchen and saw Fiddleford puttering about. He called out to his old friend to untie him. Or rather, he tried to. His efforts were rather impeded by what felt like a large piece of tape covering his mouth.
“Mmmm, mmmm!”
“Oh, Stanford! You’re awake!” Fiddleford walked over to him and leant down to peer carefully into his eyes. “Good to have you back. Now, this might hurt.”
Before Ford had a chance to prepare himself the tape was ripped from his face and he found himself wishing he’d put more care into shaving the last few days as he felt more than one piece of hair get pulled out with it.
“Did anything-” Ford coughed to clear his throat. “Did anything noteworthy happen during the night? Why was my mouth taped? Why is my throat sore?”
“As far as I’m aware, there was nothing eventful. Bill was mouthin’ off at Stan and apparently he decided this was the best solution. From how he’s telling it Cipher spent most of the night screaming through the tape until he got bored. Stanley’s still asleep upstairs - he was up most of the night watching over you.”Ford nodded in understanding as Fiddleford finished untying the last of his bindings, and followed him through to the kitchen, picking his glasses up off the table.
“You cleaned?”
“Hmm?” Fiddleford looked up from where he was pouring a mug of coffee. “Oh no, it was like this when I came down, must’ve been Stanley. Here.” Ford took the proffered mug. “That should help your throat some. I’d do you some proper honey and lemon but you’re out of, well, everything.”
Ford tried to remember the last time he’d been grocery shopping, but between hiding the journals, fighting off Bill and decommissioning the portal he hadn’t had much time left for the usual mundanities of life. “I might have some canned stuff left in the cupboard?” he offered.
“I saw. There was more snow last night so I didn’t want to risk the roads so soon, so I’ve done us a breakfast of ramen and canned peaches.”
The two of them pulled the same face at the thought of the meal.
“After all this is done I’m going to invent a nutrient powder. Then you could add it to water, or maybe have it in a pill, and have a whole meal and I never have to go to grocery shopping again.”
“Couldn’t be any worse than your usual cooking.”“Hey, I’ll have you know I’ve not burned a single meal in weeks!”“And how many meals have you actually cooked in that time?”
“…”
“My point stands. Now drink up, buttercup, neither of us deserve to have to deal with you uncaffeinated.” The ceiling above them creaked. “Speaking of, sounds like sleeping beauty’s up. How’s he take his coffee?”
Ford paused. “I’m not sure - he used to take it with creamer and two sugars, but that information isn’t exactly up to date. You would be better off asking him.”
He stared down into his own black coffee. He and Stan used to be inseparable, living out of each other’s pockets. They were completely in sync, didn't even need to speak to talk to each other, and now he didn’t even know how he took his coffee int he morning. It was strange seeing him again. He’d been so angry at his twin for so long, nursing his resentment and contempt from him, but now that he was back he just missed him. He hadn’t missed Stanley for ten years, but now he was here, in his home, and somehow he felt further away than he ever had before. Like the emotional distance between them had been obscured by the physical. Last night Stanley had been within arms reach of him and he hadn’t known a single thing to say. Not even how to say hello. How do you go about greeting your estranged twin brother who you haven’t seen in a decade who tried to destroy your life? Where do you even start with that?
Ford was pulled from his thoughts by the thuds of Stanley’s boots as he descended the stairs.
“Morning,” Stanley crossed the kitchen, clapping Ford on the shoulder. “Ford, good to see that fucker’s pissed off. Fiddleford, is that coffee?”
“A fresh pot,” Fiddleford poured out a mug handing it to Stanley.
Stanley took the mug gratefully and sat opposite Ford, grabbing the small amount of creamer and sugar left and pouring them into his coffee. Maybe there were some things that never changed.
———
After their questionable breakfast and second round of coffee the three men sat around the table discussing the best way to destroy the portal. The portal itself was simple enough to destroy, the sticking point was what to do about the journals. Now that Stan didn’t have access to his El Diablo, not to mention the fact that they were still in the middle of a snowstorm, Ford’s so-called plan for him to take the journal and drive off with it across the country with it had gone out the window. Not that there was any world where Stan would finally see his brother again, just to up and leave again. They had been talking in circles for close to an hour, with each suggestion getting more and more outlandish as more and more got shot down.
Stan sighed, running his hand through his hair. God he needed it cut. “I just don’t get why you won’t destroy the journals.” He held his hand up before Ford could interrupt him. “I know, I know, it’s years of work, but if this portal’s as dangerous as you say, is your research really more important than the safety of the entire world?”
Ford let out a huff, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed. “Of course you would suggest that. I wouldn’t expect you to understand, you would have actually had to do something with your life to know what I’m losing.”
“Ford! That was uncalled for!”
“I don’t know what it’s like to lose something? I don’t, Ford?” Stan yelled, barely noticing that Fiddleford had spoken. “You don’t know anything about my life, or anything I’ve been through!”
“Oh please, we all saw your tv adverts, you were doing just fine out there scamming innocent people. Did you even try to get an honest job or do anything worthwhile?”
“Get an- I didn’t even get to finish high school!” Stan’s chair screeched across the floorboards, toppling over from the force of him standing. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but there’s not exactly a queue of people lining up to hire some homeless seventeen year old drop-out who lives in their car. It might not seem like it to you with your house and your job and your university degree, but me being here right now? Being able to find somewhere to sleep, having enough money to eat every day, having clothes on my back, keeping myself alive? That’s the worthwhile thing I’ve done. And yeah, maybe nobody else would give a flying fuck that I managed it - actually I can think of a few who’d rather I didn’t - but I care, so don’t you be sitting there in your ivory tower, all high and mighty! I might’ve made a stupid mistake when I was a kid but I have paid for it and then some. The literal entire world is on the line and you’re too selfish to destroy a few notebooks.”
Stan was breathing heavily as he stormed across the kitchen to the front door.
“They’re not just notebooks, it’s my life’s work!”
Stan spun back round to face his twin. “For God’s sake Ford, we’re not even thirty yet! You’ve not been alive long enough to have a life’s work! Are you really telling me these three journals, that’s it? That’s the best you can manage?” He turned and walked out into the snow. “We both know that’s not true.”
———
Stan shoved his hands deeper into his pockets as he trudged aimlessly through the snow. He might’ve been dressed for Ford’s unheated house, but it definitely wasn’t enough to be out in the remains of a snow storm. Realistically he should go back to the cabin before he starts to develop frostbite, but he really doesn’t want to have to face Ford again. They’d both always had a short fuse and if they ran into each other again now they’d just end up in another screaming match.
He continued to stomp through the snowdrifts, listening to the sounds of the forest; birds cheeped above him, the bushes and undergrowth rustled as small animals scurried about, and a small stream babbled in the distance. A flash of red caught the corner of his eye. Stan turned his head to catch it but was instead left staring a strange stag that had two pairs of antlers in a nearby clearing. The two stared at each other until the stags eyes blinked - out of sync - and it wandered off into the forest, head held high.
———
Ford tugged on his hiking boots and roughly pulled his winter jacket on over his turtle neck, taking the bag that Fiddleford handed him, filled with a spare jacket and woollens. Under normal circumstances he would have happily left Stanley to cool off after his outburst, but he was alone, in an unfamiliar forest, in sub zero temperatures without suitable clothing, in Gravity Falls. One of these circumstances alone would be enough to kill someone, never mind all three combined. Fiddleford had declared that he would wait back at the cabin incase Stanley returned, and would begin work on the calculations needed to safely decommission the portal - much more his area of expertise than Ford’s - while Ford tracked his brother through the snow. After all his time spent researching the anomalies in the forest he had gotten quite good at tracking if he did say so himself, although he doubted he would be requiring those skills with the footprints Stanley left in the fresh snow.
He trekked through the trees, tugging his scarf tight around his neck. Stanley didn’t have a scarf to wear. He double checked the duffle bag to make sure there was one tucked inside. He hadn’t had a scarf when Pa had kicked him out either. It was summer and he presumably went to stay at a friend’s house, but still. They hadn’t had many other friends growing up - it was always the two of them against the world - but he must’ve had some. Stanley had a big personality, he could talk his way into anything, he must have had somewhere to go that night. And the night after that. And all the nights after that. He can’t have been living in his car for ten years, that must be a recent occurrence.
And he had those tv adverts! Yes, Ford nodded to himself, if he had money for tv adverts he must have had income and somewhere to stay; it would be ridiculous to do so otherwise. But the adverts never lasted very long, and they always popped up with a new product, so his business ideas can’t have been very successful. And Stan always had been a bit ridiculous with his ideas, playing the long game for a better pay off later. It would be just like him to pay for a tv advert rather than rent.
And he was still claiming that it was a mistake, an accident, even after all these years. But why? It’s hardly like continuing that lie would help now, or get him out of trouble, they were all far past that. Unless it hadn’t been a lie. Act first, think later was practically the story of Stan’s life. But Pa was so sure, so positive that he had done it vindictively; he must have been otherwise how could he have thrown out his own son? Ford hitched the bag higher on his shoulder. He had gotten Stan’s bag of stuff together very quickly though, like he’d been planning that. Like the science fair was just the excuse he needed to get rid of him and have one less mouth to feed.
He continued to hike through the forest, lost in thoughts of the past, following Stan’s tracks and ignoring the occasional gnome that ran underfoot. After half an hour of walking, though it felt longer having to pull his feet through the snow, Ford saw Stan’s silhouette at the top of a small outcrop, looking out of the valley. He pulled himself up the short rise to stand next to him, looking down across the tops and trees and the lake.
The pair stood in silence, admiring the view. Rays of sunlight shone across the clear blue sky, twinkling on the blanket of snow was laid over the valley below them. The same light glistened on the waves of the lake, the boats moored at the jetty bobbing in the water.
“Y’know, it’s a really beautiful place you’ve found to live.”“You should see it the summer, the sun reflecting off the lake, all the creatures filling the forest with life. It’s something else.”
“Saw a weird deer earlier with double antlers.”“Ah, that’d be Henry. There’s a page or two on him in the first journal. His eyes glow when he’s near acidic soil.”
“Ford?”
“Yeah?”
Stanley turned to face him. “That’s really fucking weird.”
The two stared at each other before Ford’s mouth twitched and they both broke into laughter.
“This entire place is fucking weird - there’s a glade over there,” Ford gestured vaguely east, “Where a magical unicorn lives and I’ve had to get locks for my trash cans because the gnomes keep getting in.”
Ford slid the duffle bag off his shoulder, “Here, F grabbed you some layers - jumper, coat, gloves, the whole nine yards.”
Stanley dropped the bag and dug out the clothes, quickly pulling on the extra layers. “I swear, that man is an angel in disguise.”“Don’t I know it - I probably wouldn’t have survived my undergrad if he hadn’t been such a mother hen, making sure I ate and slept.”
“Good to know someone else took after I-” Ford watched as Stanley’s face closed off and he turned away. “It’s good to know you had someone looking out for you.”
Ford turned back to the view, dropping his arms by his side. “You were right, earlier.” He watched from the corner of his eye as Stanley froze. “I can do more research. Hell, if I wanted to I could do the same research again, it’s hardly like the anomalies have gone anywhere. But if that portal gets activated, if Bill manages to connect us to the Nightmare Realm, this’ll all be gone. It won’t matter what research I’ve done or if I prove my Unified Theory of Weirdness if there’s no-one left to see.”
Ford watched as Stan turned to stare at him wide-eyed before slowly lifting his hand towards his forehead. Ford quickly batted the hand away. “What are you doing?”
“I’m checking for a fever. There’s no way you would admit I’m right and agree to destroy your own work. Are you ill? Did you get bit by something in the forest? What’s wrong with you?”“Nothing is wrong, Stanley, I’ve simply been in quite a few situations in the last few weeks that have forced me to acknowledge my own errors, and what sort of scientist would I be if I could not learn form my own mistakes? Now, I don’t know about you but I’m absolutely freezing, shall we head back to the cabin?”
Stanley nodded his assent and they began to carefully descend the small hill, following their footprints back through the woods.
“Did you mean what you said earlier?” Stanley asked, “About seeing this place in the summer?”
“Well, I- yes, of course. I mean, I’m sure you have your own life to be getting back to, and I’m very appreciative that you dropped everything so quickly to come help me, but if you maybe wanted to stay after we fix all this, or maybe come to visit, I would not be opposed to the idea.”
Ford stumbled to the side slightly as Stan nudged him with his shoulder. “‘Not opposed to the idea’, calm down there Sixer, don’t want to sound too enthusiastic,” he laughed. He pulled away slightly, withdrawing into his own space. “I’d love to. I’ve missed you, Ford.”
“I miss you too Stan.”
The pair continued walking side by side, retracing their footprints through the deep snow towards the cabin.
One of the many thoughts that had been niggling away in Ford’s brain floated to the surface. “Last night, what was Bill saying that was so bad it warranted taping my mouth shut?”
“Oh, just the usual - ‘you’ll never amount to anything’, ‘everyone thinks you’re a waste of space’, ‘why even bother coming back’. Honestly Sixer, are you sure you made a deal with a demon and it’s not just dear old Pa?” Stan laughed self-depreciatingly.
Ford felt his face fall. “Stan, that’s-” He cut himself off, suddenly aware of how quiet the forest had become. Gone was the birdsong, the rustling of the undergrowth and occasional yelp of gnome, leaving just the crunch of their feet through the snow. “Stanley, when you saw Henry earlier did you bow to him?”
Stan looked at him incredulously. “Why would I bow to a weird deer in the woods? It’s a deer.”
“I expected as much. We should get back as quickly as possible.”“Is something wrong? Is there more weird stuff?”
“Everything is absolutely fine and we are both being very calm about it, but we are walking faster.”
A screech sounded from amongst the trees.
“Actually, we’re running.”
Ford grabbed Stan by the wrist and dragged him after him, weaving through the trees in a much more direct path towards the cabin.
“What- is- happening?” Stan panted behind him.
“Short answer - Henry’s a prideful asshole who’s decided this part of the woods is his territory and doesn’t take kindly to ‘slights’,” Ford yelled back, jumping over a rock, his twin in tow behind him. “Those antlers are very sharp.” He heard the sound of hooves on snow and glanced back to see the stag gaining on them.
“Don’t look back, it slows you down,” Stan shouted, still being partially dragged by Ford.
Ford spun his head back round just in time to see another rock protruding from the snow, catching his ankle and sending him tumbling to the ground, dragging Stanley with him. The two tumbled in a heap of limbs through the thickets until they ran out momentum. Stan was thrown into a tree, his shoulder hitting the trunk with a sickening crunch, while Ford rolled through the snow, using the force to roll onto all-fours. Henry stood above them, its eyes glowing a sickening green. A small hysterical part of Ford’s mind wondered the acidity of the soil as the deer hissed and pawed at the ground, fixing its stance to impale Stanley.
#I gave your name as my emergency phone call#stan pines#ford pines#fiddleford mcgucket#gravity falls#gravity falls fic
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Hi everyone :3 just a heads up that I have mock exams to revise for in three weeks time, ill try and get episodes out as usual, but i thought id just say incase I cant! (Monday 13th’s episode will be out dw)
so I thought I’d share the first extract of season two for funsies :3 (to be clear, this is not chapter 2, its season 2!)
Its not the whole chapter mind you :3 (contains contextual references to previous chapters that aren’t out yet btw)
Chapter 1 S2 The moon
Year: late 1601, The Anglo-Spanish War
(We see a zoom out of a bunch of corpses in a field, we zoom in and hasel is walking to a man who is still alive but barely clinging on)
(He crouches down, puts his hand on his shoulder comfortingly. He looks down, the man is breathing shallowly, he closes his eyes respectfully)
“What are we doing here again? I think my host is already dying of frostbite!”
(Dyo enters, he’s wearing his usual clothes but no blanket)
“Well if you took a look around you” (he stands up) “zheres a war”
“Was a war”
“Its still going on”
“Obviously-“ (he kicks one of the bodies) “not here! So let’s go!”
“Hm”
“Hm? Hm what? You cant tell me you aren’t freezing!”
(He starts rooting around in his bag, he takes out his book and a scalpel)
“What are you doing?”
(He stares at him with eyes that say ‘are you actually being serious?’)
“Research, Dyo. I am a doctor. I Research”
“Alright! You’re blunter than a spoon you are, gimmie that” (he snatches the orange blanket)
“Oh?” (He puts the scalpel into his temple and the man dies)
“Yeah, like a well used spoon” (he wraps it around himself)
(Hasel takes out a pocket watch and stares intently, we switch to his vision where the vine is squirming but starts slowing)
“Very cherished and loved by a family of 5, and so blunt you can’t even call it a spoon anymore”
“Hm?”
“It’s more of a nub”
(He stops the watch)
“You’re nubby”
(He jots something down in his book)
“Nubby, I like that word”
(He closes his book loudly, it echoes over the field)
(Dyos face goes like •7•)
“4 seconds”
“Hm?”
“For zhe vine to wither once zhe host dies”
(He stands up)
“why did we have to come all the way out here to find that out?”
“A war means we don’t leave a trace”
“Okay?”
“And i wanted to see if zhe cold preserves zhe vine for longer”
“Does it?”
“…no”
“Then why are we out here!”
“Because-“
“And Ireland of all places! Im cold! We had to cross another channel! Twice!”
“Well we didn’t even cross at zhe channel zhe first time did we?” (He narrows his eyes)
“No”
“Because you wanted to go by wagon”
“Yeah”
“And we nearly died”
“We always almost nearly die it’s quite a regular occurrence doctor! plus you can swim now!”
“Ehh…”
“kind of swim”
(Hasel rolls down the eye lids of the man, green wisps follow his hand almost unnoticeable)
“Are you taking this one?”
“What, and swapping clothes in this weather? Not a chance!”
“Suit yourself, im not carrying you around again if we cant find one”
“Aww, dont be so cruel! I thought doctors were meant to protect!”
(He tuts and puts his hands on his knees to stand)
“You promised me we’d see fairies!”
(He takes a glance at him and stifles a chuckle)
“You are such a child”
“They could be real!”
“Zhey arent”
“But we’re real! And just look at us!”
“Mmhm” (he smiles)
(Dyo crosses his arms and turns away)
“Oh Dyo”
“Not talking to you”
“Yes you are”
“…”
“Ill tell you what” (he gets up and puts his stuff back into his bag, he takes out some ginger root)
“We will find a nice place to put our tent, I’ll set up a fire and zhen i will make ginger tea, yes?”
(Dyo opens one eye and looks at him)
“Fine”
“But no fairy hunting”
“Maybe fairy hunting”
(Hasel tuts)
“After tea?” (Hasel leans his head in closer, arms folded)
“After tea” (dyo grabs his hood collar and turns around, pulling him along)
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sunday recap 👚💅🏻
literally play all day lmaooo
me and my friend set up a date for today so we go have jjambbong ramen near the place. we also have some crispy pork with sweet and sour sauce. the noodle get a 10 while the pork get a 9. it the smallest portion on the menu yet it enough for two. also everyone get one fried egg and I mix it with kimchi, sweet and spicy sauce, chilli and soy sauce 9/10
next there was like a festival in range of the lunar new year and that our main destination, look at home crowded with shop and shoppers lmaoo
the many many outfit i have tried on, plus the one shirt I thought was cute (the blue one).
white lace shirt: so close to buying it but I remember I already bought one I similar style literally this week
red bow shirt: they got some get-two shirts with half-the-price thing going on but it like so skin tight
yellow shirt: I love big ruffle collar so bad but this one one size smaller than mine :((
black dress: again with big ruffle collar that doesn't suit me but I want them anyway. my friend said it make me look like victorian maid
gingham dress: kinda giving cottagecore flowers on hair maiden
what i bought...this is 2$...if you wanna yell at me...consider i am very beautiful and smart
some random stuff i saw browsing through the market. lmaooo look at that shirt and that store. also the bracelet is cute but way out of budget. the necklace look cute too but I already got too many jewelry. and the perfume:DD love sugar baby and something like called sexy, and some tea scent. the tea scent istg is a dupe of matcha meditation like bergamot, tea, white chocolate. maybe im considering hmmmmmmmmm it cheaper than matcha meditation
then me and friend went to mixue for some milktead (black sugar boba tea btw 7.5/10 wayyy too sweet) and got this little blindbag figure...it look like discounted chocolate candy. then we ordered like thai style spicy and sour chicken feet and cause the boba tea didn't allow outside food so we gotta go to the park near that and then there only one pair of chopsticks and then we drop it and gotta share using a stick. fun.
at least when we dropped sauce all over our hand we decided to go to the mall near there and it the right decision cause I gotta satisfied my perfume crave by going around sniffling again, these stores I never got the chance before! look at my trophy
hmmm first one i checked is diptyque , the candle smell amazing btw. for the perfume I like most of it cause it very natural subtle scent. check some stuff people rave about. didn't like l'eau papier that much, something about it was giving mineral to me. fleur de peau is good tho (alec scent btw). glad I didn't order philosykos out of hype cause I discover I dislike fig note so much lmaooo. love love eau duelle and do son. warm vanilla cake and very sophisticated white floral, which once again alec would use dont @ me
next is jo malone. their spray test papers are so cute. peony & blush is still so pretty, and I'll add bluebell into my wishlist. not very long lasting tho
tried delina exclusif and it definitely more rose than lyche compared to of delina. need to come back and smell other bottles tho. did smell meliora cause they said they dont have valaya in stock and it very much giving ice queen
when i saw memo paris stall i cheer, i laugh, i giggle. most definitely i finally got a verdict for sintra memo, which I almost ordered a sample before. it suck ASS bigger than alec's btw. smell like rotten milk with rotten dried fruits. i clearly dodge a bullet. smell marfa and madurai and it sooooooo alecore mecore me so genius core. inle are pretty and siwa is my type (sweet vanilla)
there some launching pop-up for a hair curling iron brand and like they were doing it for free and I thought why not. first pick freshly iron second pic was after 1-2 hours. i can say curly hair doesn't suit me lmaooooo
dinner with noodle cause im outta money
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MR. DETECTIVE S.JY FF
Pairing: Detective Jake x Female reader (Y/N)
Content warnings: explicit content (smut), blood, murder, killing and more to be added
Word count: 27.6k
Synopsis: Jake is a known detective, as they transfered the case to his unit of a serial killer, Y/n a police rookie will arrive to find the truth about her brother's death and unbeknownst to them, the serial killer has been with them from the start.
Publish date: January 6, 2025
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CHAPTER 4
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“Find me information about that Park Y/n,” Eunyeok said, entering his newly built mansion from the money he got from the drug dealings.
“Yes sir.” His assistant said, watching him go inside his office.
As Eunyeok went inside his office he found his brother, waiting for him.
“Oh Lee Heeseung, it’s been awhile since I’ve seen you here.” Eunyeok said, greeting his brother.
“Leave Jay’s little sister out of it.” Heeseung said, not wasting any time.
“Why not, it’ll be fun, besides we need someone to spy again.” Eunyeok replied, pouring whiskey on his glass.
“Not her, she’s just 21, she’s basically still a little girl.” Heeseung argued.
“Oh baby brother, not the girl, Jake.” Eunyeok replied back, offering a glass of whiskey to Heeseung to which he declined.
“I don’t drink whiskey, and what do you want Jake for,” Heeseung replied.
“To spy, I can use Y/n to make him say yes,” Eunyeok responded, taking a sip of his Macallan 1926 whiskey.
“You think Jake will say yes, if you threaten him with Y/n?” Heeseung asked, confused.
“Don’t you see it? The way he looks at her, the way he’s protecting her and the way he took her as his rookie after declining offers for 3 years just because he saw her.” Eunyeok said, smirking.
“Whatever it is that you’re thinking, you’re wrong, he must’ve promised Jay something,” Heeseung argued. “And besides, how will you threaten him? He knows a lot of things, he can threaten you back.” He added.
Eunyeok chuckled, putting down his glass of whisky on his work desk. “Heeseung, I’m the general of our department for some reasons, and how will I threaten him? I’ll put his rookie in our prosti circle and threaten to sell her to our dealers.” He replied.
“You’re fucking crazy, and ours? It’s yours, I don’t want any of your dirty money.” Heeseung argued.
“You might be forgetting something, I made you into a chief, you should be thankful.” Eunyeok said.
“You know what, I'd rather kiss someone’s ass than be the chief of that stupid paid department, no wonder we can’t solve that serial killer case.” Heeseung argued back as he slammed the door shut, going out of his office.
2
It’s 3am yet Jake’s mind is still alive. He tossed and turned, but sleepiness is just not taking over him. Jake sighed, facing Y/n’s side. Smiling as he saw her sleeping peacefully, mouth a little open, soft snores coming out of it. Removing strands of her hair from her face, he observed her sleep peacefully.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t save your brother.” Jake whispered silently, making sure he didn't wake her up. “I told him I’ll protect you once he accepts the job.” He added. “I should’ve told him I’ll pay for it, instead of assuring him I’ll protect you.” Jake sighed, pulling Y/n closer towards him. “You know, when you were like 5 years old, I saw you cry because Jay isn’t going to the same school as you and to make you stop crying he told you he’s getting you a plushie.” Jake said quietly. “After senior highschool, I thought we were going in the same university, but instead he wanted to take care of you, his little princess, I moved out, far from him and years later we met again, and he told me that you get sick easily, he needed money for your school, and later he told me you’re really sick and needed money for your surgery and I told him to take the job, I wished I never told him that, I felt like I failed as his trainer, I let him take the dangerous job and I wished I didn’t, I wished I told him I’ll cover the surgery and be with you.” Jake recalled.
Jake put his arms around her and pulled her closer to his chest to hug her. “I’m sorry,” Jake whispered, apologizing, kissing the crown of her head as he remembered how much Jay had cared for her. Soon tiredness took over him and he fell asleep, hugging her tightly.
3
Jake woke up early in the morning as he heard his alarm ringing, looking beside him, Y/n’s in the same position as last night. Turning off his alarm, he tried removing Y/n’s arms around his waist, making Y/n groan in her sleep as she kept mumbling something. Jake listened to her carefully as he tried putting his ear near her, it broke him as he heard her clearly.
“Jay, don’t leave.” Y/n mumbled.
“Hey little one, wake up.” Jake said, shaking her to wake her up. But she just kept mumbling for Jay not to leave her. Jake controlled his tears that’s threatening to fall, he stayed like that until he heard her snoring softly again.
Getting up from the bed, he grabbed clothes from his closet before going inside the bathroom.
Y/n woke up, hearing the shower running from the bathroom. Sitting up. She dreamt of Jay again, covering her face with her hands as she tried not to cry. She stayed in that position until the bathroom door lock clicked, and Jake came out of the shower.
“Goodmorning, little one.” Jake greeted, smiling at her.
“Goodmorning,” Y/n said, getting up from the bed, to grab her towel. And as she’s about to grab her clothes, she glances at Jake’s shirt from the closet.
“You can take any of my shirts, if that makes you feel comfortable and come to the kitchen right after you freshen up I have to ask you something.” Jake said, ruffling her hair before coming out of the room.
Jake went to the kitchen and saw Sunghoon making breakfast.
“Who told you to move around?” Jake asked.
“Goodmorning to you too, I’m making breakfast, your fridge is full.” Sunghoon replied, smiling.
“Take a seat, I’ll do it, you’re in pain.” Jake told him.
“No, I’m not in - ouch, what the fuck was that for!” Sunghoon retorted, looking at Jake with wide eyes.
“See you’re in pain, now sit your ass down before I poke it harder.” Jake warned Sunghoon.
“It’s been awhile since I saw your fridge full and there’s a lot of apple juice.” Sunghoon said, taking a seat as he drank his coffee.
“Yeah, Y/n insisted.” Jake replied.
“Have you thought about what I told you last night?” Sunghoon asked.
“What did you tell him last night?” Y/n asked as she came out of the room, drying her hair.
“Oh maybe you can drive or maybe you want a place for yourself.” Sunghoon replied, looking at Jake teasingly.
“I can drive, but a place for myself? No thank you.” Y/n replied.
“Great, you can take my Mercedes-Benz G63 AMG,” Sunghoon responded, taking another sip of his coffee.
“I don’t think that’s a great idea.” Jake said, interrupting the two as he handed Y/n a glass of her apple juice.
“That’s actually a great idea.” Y/n said, nodding her head.
“See she likes it,” Sunghoon said, still teasing Jake.
“The car is way too big for her.” Jake said.
“Are you saying I’m small?” Y/n asked, glaring at Jake.
“No, it’s just that,” Jake replied, trying to think of an excuse.
Sunghoon chuckled. “Don’t worry Jake it’s not my car, it was actually Jay’s,” he said, saying the last sentence as quietly as possible.
“Then I want it.” Y/n said, looking at Jake.
“Fine, just don’t drive recklessly.” Jake replied.
“Thank you thank you thank you!” Y/n exclaimed happily as she jumped on Jake hugging him happily.
“You know I’m still here,” Sunghoon said, reminding them that he’s also there.
4
As Jake leaves for work, Sunghoon takes Y/n with him, so she can take Jay’s car.
“What happened to you last night?” Y/n asked, breaking the ice between her and Sunghoon.
“Nothing, I got into a fight,” Sunghoon replied, focusing his eyes on the road.
“Doesn’t seem like a fight if you got a big cut on your stomach,” Y/n affirmed, looking at Sunghoon who’s only focused on driving.
“It’s really just a fight.” Sunghoon argued.
“What was it that you dropped?” Y/n asked, making Sunghoon divert his attention to her.
“What?” Sunghoon asked, confused.
“Last night, I heard it, before I closed the office door.” Y/n informed him.
“It’s nothing,” Sunghoon replied.
“Jake said, you’ll get it back.” Y/n argued.
Sunghoon didn’t reply or argue any further as he continued driving.
Arriving at his place, the gate opened automatically.
“You’re rich.” Y/n said.
“I’m not, my father is.” Sunghoon asserted.
“But it’s your place.” Y/n argued.
“Yeah, but I don’t stay here, not anymore. Too big to live alone here.” Sunghoon said.
Sunghoon guided Y/n inside. It’s a big mansion, marble tiles, white and gray tone walls, leather sofa and family portraits could be seen.
“I can see myself living here.” Y/n said, smiling brightly.
“I would’ve offered you this place, but I know Jake isn’t gonna let it happen.” Sunghoon responded, looking at her.
“Why not?” Y/n asked.
“Cause you put yourself in Lee’s radar, now follow me.” Sunghoon told her, walking towards the car garage with Y/n following behind him.
“Who is Lee?” Y/n asked.
“It’s better you know less, don’t dig your grave deeper than it already is, Jake will do anything to protect you, if he has to catch a bullet for you, he’ll do it no hesitation, I don’t want to lose my friend so you better stop asking about him, just focus on the case.” Sunghoon told her.
As they reached the car garage, there’s a lot of car models, ferrari, BMW, Toyota, Honda, Ford, Jeep, Chevrolet, Tesla, Porsche and more, including her brother’s Mercedes-Benz.
“Where did you get all this?” Y/n asked.
“They’re not mine, it’s my deceased father’s cars, he got it from his drug dealings, he’s an ass, dirty money, that’s why I don’t like this place, the only reason I stayed here was because of your brother, he stayed here during the time he had to take that dangerous job.” Sunghoon responded, looking at her.
“Where’s his car?” Y/n asked.
“It’s that one,” Sunghoon informed her, pointing at the Mercedes-Benz.
Y/n went near it, touching the car, she never remembered getting in this car, not even once, she never saw him drive it.
“I know Jake will get mad at me for this, but I can give you the last files Jay worked with, if you’re really curious about it, and Jay left a lot of his clothes here, do you want it?” Sunghoon asked, approaching her.
“I want all of it,” Y/n responded, as she continued to look at the car.
“Just tell me if you want a place to yourself, I can get it, I can get the keys to your brother’s house.” Sunghoon said, making Y/n divert her attention to him.
“He doesn’t own a house,” Y/n said.
“He does, the keys are in his drawer. I can get it for you, and give you the directions, just tell me.” Sunghoon replied.
“I want everything that my brother used to own.” Y/n stated, looking at his eyes.
CHAPTER 5
1
Jake arrived at their department and everyone greeted him with a smile and he did the same thing.
“Good morning Mr. Sim, is Y/n not coming?” Jungwon said, greeting Jake.
“Don’t be so formal, you can call me Jake, and Y/n might not come today.” Jake responded, smiling at him. A smile they haven’t seen in 3 years.
“Oh why?” Jungwon asked.
“She just has to work on something,” Jake responded. “Anyways I have a meeting to attend, if you’ll excuse me.” He added, before going inside the meeting office.
As soon as he entered he was greeted with Eunyeok’s smug grin, a smug grin he wished he could snatch away from his face.
“Ms. Y/n isn’t here today,” Eunyeok said, looking around.
“She’s not coming, I gave her work to do.” Jake responded, coldly.
“Yeah, what type of work?” Eunyeok asked.
“That’s none of your business, now can we get to the meeting? I have important work to do after this.” Jake said, irritated.
“Okay, so a new dead body was found this morning, at a park, and we have a weapon.” Eunyeok said, chuckling. “That serial killer finally made a mistake, Heeseung, send this to the lab,” Eunyeok said as he handed the weapon to Heeseung.
“So where are we?” Eunyeok asked, as the meeting continued about the serial killer. “So any questions?” Eunyeok asked before ending their meeting.
“So Y/n was right, wasn’t she,” Jake said, looking at him.
Eunyeok chuckled, and said, “So?”
“Apologize,” Jake said, standing up from his seat to take his leave.
2
“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Jungwon asked, seeing Y/n entering their department building.
“Oh, I just forgot some stuff and I have to print documents,” Y/n responded.
“Y/n?” Jake asked, surprised to see Y/n.
“Hey, I have to grab my laptop and I have to print out some documents.” Y/n said, before she gets interrogated by him.
“Oh Ms. Y/n you’re here!” Eunyeok exclaimed as he saw her after coming out of the meeting office. “You were right! You’re as brilliant as your brother, why don’t you come with me and we can have a talk,” Eunyeok added.
Y/n smiled, that soon turned into a glare, “Why? So you can get me killed or so you can put me in your prosti circle?” She asserted, approaching him slowly. His smile faded. “Don’t fucking play with me you dirty general, I’m not a weak girl, so how about instead of sending someone to tail me around, work on your case and maybe you can solve the serial killer case.” She added, Jake holding her back.
“You know nothing you cunt,” Eunyeok said, glaring at her.
“I know a lot, that’s why your assistant is in the hospital for trying to break inside Sunghoon’s mansion.” Y/n said, shaking Jake’s grip on her arms before leaving them there speechless.
Jake followed Y/n, “Y/N!” Jake called out. Stopping and turning around, she faced him, “I’ll make sure Sunghoon gets back what’s his.” Y/n said only loud enough for him to hear.
Y/n left Jake speechless, as he stood there frozen. His fist clenched, what did Sunghoon tell her?
Y/n drove back to Sunghoon’s mansion as soon as she got what she needed. Entering the mansion she saw Sunghoon cleaning the mess from earlier.
“What are you doing here?” Sunghoon asked, confused as to why she’s back there and how she remembered the directions.
Y/n threw the evidence in front of him, the evidence she stole from their department lab. Sunghoon’s eyes widened, looking at her shock.
“I don’t know what you’re up to, but whatever it is, stop it, that’s the thing you dropped.” Y/n said, turning around to take her leave.
Y/n started the car engine as she started driving again, towards her brother’s house.
3
Jake stormed inside Sunghoon’s place, slamming the door open and slamming it close, startling Sunghoon who’s still cleaning the mess.
“What the fuck happened?” Sunghoon asked, shocked to see a very mad Jake.
Jake grabbed Sunghoon by his collar and asked, “what the fuck did you tell Y/n?”
“Calm the fuck down, I didn’t tell her anything,” Sunghoon replied to Jake calmly, as he tried removing his tight grip on his collar.
“She fucking knows about Lee, more than she’s supposed to know.” Jake argued, finally letting him go.
“What?” Sunghoon asked.
“She knows about him, more than she’s supposed to, she knows everything.” Jake said.
“She was here, she knows about what happened the other night,” Sunghoon informed Jake.
“She was the one who opened the door, of course she knows about it,” Jake replied.
“No, she knows about my knife, she fucking stole it from the lab,” Sunghoon said, Jake looking at him with wide eyes.
“What do you mean?” Jake asked.
Sunghoon showed Jake the evidence Y/n had stolen from the lab, a pocket knife inside a plastic bag.
“Goddamit, now where is she,” Jake said, ruffling his hair in frustration.
“She’s on her way to Jay’s house,” Sunghoon replied.
“Jay doesn’t own a house,” Jake replied, looking at Sunghoon confused.
“He does, it’s somewhere far here, inside a garden, he left me the keys, and I gave it to her,” Sunghoon informed him.
Jake sighed, massaging his temple.
“This is why she doesn’t need a car,” Jake said. “Now tell me about the assistant,” Jake said.
“Oh, Lee’s assistant, he's in the hospital, Y/n broke both his arms and maybe his nose,” Sunghoon said calmly.
“Say what now?” Jake asked him with wide eyes.
“Yeah, she almost killed him, she’s a tough one, like Jay,” Sunghoon claimed.
4
Lee slammed his office door open, seeing a file on his desk, he went to get it and read it.
“Goddammit!” Lee exclaimed as he threw the file on the floor.
“Park Y/n who the fuck are you?” Lee asked himself, as he poured himself some whiskey.
“Sir,”
“What the fuck happened to you?” Eunyeok asked his assistant, seeing him all bruised with broken arms.
“That little girl did it,” his assistant informed him, as Eunyeok looked at him with wide eyes.
“What do you mean a 21 yr old did this to you? Are you fucking lying to me!? She’s a fucking tiny girl! How will she do that to you!?” Eunyeok yelled, throwing his glass of whiskey on the floor. “And what the fuck are those files!? There’s nothing!” Eunyeok yelled.
“Sir, there’s nothing to find about Y/n, that’s all, she was in highschool and she joined the academy after her brother’s death,” His assistant replied to him. “It looks like Jay had left her something that we don’t know, that’s why she knows a lot,” his assistant added.
“That could be something, but how is she as strong as Jay,” Eunyeok said.
5
Y/n arrived at the place. It's a medium sized house in the middle of a garden.
She unlocked the door, it’s a cozy home. Looking around she remembered about the time her brother asked her about her dream home.
“Princess, what's your dream home?” Jay asked as he cuddled Y/n closer to him.
“Hmmm, I want a cozy home.” Y/n replied enthusiastically, making Jay chuckled at her cute behavior.
“Cozy home?” Jay asked, looking at her.
“Yeah, you know, not so big, but not small either, and the walls should be gray, the tiles blue, the couch beige and then there should be a nice kitchen, nice bedrooms, then on the walls family portraits, then I want a bathtub in the bathroom.” Y/n described, smiling at her brother.
Looking around the house, her tears pooling in her eyes as she realized that it’s the same description she gave her brother.
Her tears streamed down her cheeks like a river as she saw a picture of him and her, taking the frame in her hands, she put it close to her chest as she sobbed, she remembers everything.
“It’s 8pm and your brother is still not here?” Her friend asked her.
“He must be busy,” Y/n replied sadly.
Y/n waited for her brother to come, it’s her 18th birthday. 12am when there’s a knock on her door. Y/n opened it happily, just to see Jake.
“Jake? Where’s Jay?” Y/n asked.
“Can I come in?” Jake asked, and Y/n nodded, letting Jake in.
“It’s my 18th birthday, but Jay is still not here, he told me he’ll be home by 6pm but he’s still not here,” Y/n uttered quietly.
“Happy birthday,” Jake greeted, smiling at her.
“It’s 12am,” Y/n said. “Where’s Jay though? Is he parking the car?” Y/n asked.
“Something happened during work,” Jake informed her, and she just looked at him, waiting for him to tell her what happened. “Jay was shot, during work,” Jake blurted out.
“But he’s fine right?” Y/n asked, it happened before, Jay survived during that time.
“Y/n, he was shot multiple times,” Jake said.
“Yeah, but he’s fine right?” Y/n asked, tears pooling in her eyes.
“I’m sorry Y/n, we rushed him to the hospital, but he didn’t make it, he’s gone.” Jake announced.
Tears streamed down her face, shaking her head, mumbling no’s.
“Jay, I’m sorry,” Y/n said, hugging the frame closer to her chest as she continued to sob.
“It’s not your fault, little one.” Jake said, hugging her from behind as he looked at Sunghoon.
“I’m gonna make them all pay for what they did,” Y/n stated.
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"Ghost of You" .2. || Caleb
Paring; LADS Caleb x reader
Word count; 4,512
Themes; angst (maybe less in this one?), yippee real Caleb shows up in this one
Warnings; suggestive themes, cursing
Notes; Am I really gonna blue ball y’all…Yeah— Probably 😭 I really wanted to write foreplay-y smut, but the vibes just aren’t there — and by that, I mean, I’m not confident I can do what I want and do it with pride, you know? Caleb is already so out of character as it is, so I hope no one minds me stopping it where I did...I hope it's still good regardless!
☆ Part 1 ☆
“Y/n! Hey — “
You wince as your head throbs with the tell-tale signs of an on-coming headache and you tiredly open your eyes to meet Xavier’s worried gaze. “Oh…Hey Xavi…” You sleepily smile up at him until you feel something wet and viscous drip down your face. Your body jerks to sit up straight and you bring your hand up to your face, staring at the crimson blood staining your fingertips. Your hands tremble as you look down at them and Xavier lightly shakes you.
“Y/n, snap out of it.” He waves his hand in front of your face and after you blink a few times, you realize your hands…are clean.
“I’m not bleeding?” You mutter to yourself, but Xavier gently answers you, “No…you’re not. You’re okay, Y/n. You’re safe.” He murmurs as he sits down next to you to wrap an arm around your shoulders. His hand lightly rubbing your back. “I’m sorry…” You don’t know why you’re apologizing. You honestly feel like you might be losing your mind, but you feel Xavier shake his head, “Don’t apologize.”
The smell of something burning brings you out of your daze and instead of having a panic attack over the smell of smoke, you laugh. “Xavier, you’re burning the food!”
“Oh shi — “ The ash blonde haired man races into the kitchen and groans. “We might need to — “
“Order pizza, right? Already on it!” You call back to him. Your heartbeat slowly going back to a normal pace as Xavier’s clumsy nature, helps you gain a grasp on reality.
Everything was okay. It was all just a dream and there was absolutely nothing you could've done differently.
You just have to keep mentally repeating that to yourself like a mantra. Even if you don’t believe it, maybe you’ll eventually know it to be true.
You lean back against the couch to catch your breath as you bring your hand up to the dog-tag around your neck, lightly dragging your thumb back and forth across it. But then a loud clang coming from the kitchen sends you back into a panic. Your hands come up to your ears to cover them as your body trembles. You slightly rock yourself back and forth as you rub the dog-tag between your fingers as a way to self soothe.
“Ah, fuck…I’m sorry, Y/n.” Xavier comes back into the living room as he finishes cleaning the kitchen up. He gently takes your phone from you to continue the pizza order, then sets it to the side on the couch, and hugs you once more. His hand softly cradles the back of your head and you rest your forehead against his shoulder, breathing slowing down until you finally fall asleep once more.
A few weeks later, you’re sitting down in Meow’s Cafe with Tara. The other guys were all busy with work and you were still recovering from your last breakdown, so it was nice to have a chill non-working day for once after throwing yourself into mission after mission for two weeks since the anniversary was fast approaching. You think it’s tomorrow, but you’ve been feeling a bit off since your last dream. You haven’t had another one since, and that doesn’t feel right to you.
“Hear me out, angel, and please don’t try to leave when I say this…” Tara grabs your hand in a gentle, yet firm grip. “How do you feel when you think of your grandma?”
Huh?
You thought for sure she was going to say you liked Caleb again. You’ve been hearing that so much lately. Even Sylus won’t shut up about it. Saying he saw your “desires” with his right eyes - though he was probably just teasing you when he said that.
“Uh…I feel sad, of course. I really miss her…I think about how unfair it all is and I want to throw things..” You trail off, swallowing a lump in your throat as your eyes stung. “Not a day goes by when I don’t think about her.”
“Okay and…How do you feel when you think of Caleb?” Tara leans forward with her brows raised and you pause.
“I…” You feel panic clawing at your throat, anxiety stirring in your stomach, your face feels hot as you feel a mix of tears and nausea stirring within your body. “I feel like screaming and crying. Like I can’t breathe, but I also need to throw up…”
“Mmhm..You notice how different those feelings are?” Your friend questions, leaning back in her seat as she gives you a pained smile. “Come on, let’s go for a walk so you can think on that for a sec.” She pats your hand as she stands up and holds out her own hand for you to grab. You wordlessly take her hand and leave the cafe, lost in your own thoughts for the moment.
A sense of guilt spreads through your body as you realize you miss Caleb just a bit more than Grandma…but you should miss them both equally! You shouldn’t favour one over the other…That’s not fair to her.
You take a deep breath and shake your head. You’re hanging out with Tara, right now! You can save those thoughts for later, when you’re alone and self depreciating.
“Tara — “
Well…you were going to ask her how work was going, but the words fell flat on your tongue as you noticed someone who looked like Caleb further down the sidewalk. “Um — Something came up, I’ll text you later, Tara!” You drop her hand and race after the person, albeit a bit slower than you’d usually be because of your bad leg.
The person turns into an alleyway and you quickly follow after him, finally grabbing his wrist, but when he turns to look at you…You’re only filled with disappointment.
“Of course, you’re not him.” You click your tongue in annoyance and turn your head away from him, looking to the left to see if you could spot Caleb or Tara walking by from the alleyway. You hear muffled voices through your right ear, but you shrug it off as you begin walking out of the alleyway — exhausted and ready to go home at this point, but your arm is caught in a tight grip. You turn your head toward the man, still unable to make out what he’s saying, until you can finally hear him from your left ear.
“I can pay you.”
What?
You can make out the strong scent of alcohol and you wince back. How the hell did you not smell this earlier? This man is shitfaced at…You check your hunter’s watch and scoff under your breath. At 12 pm.
Well, it’s 5 o’clock somewhere, you suppose.
“Did you laugh at me, you bitch?” The man was clearly slurring his words and you rolled your eyes, yanking your arm back from him. The drunkard stumbles back as his face turns more and more red from anger.
Hmm…How much trouble would you get in for beating the shit out of an unruly citizen?
Maybe a ban from work for at least a week? Jail time?
Either way, you didn’t care. You crack your knuckles, getting ready to throw down whenever the man suddenly falls to his knees. His hands struggled to hold himself up against whatever was pushing his body down to the pavement.
“Uh, sir?” You question, but your gaze falters on the faint blue glow around the drunk man’s body. Your breath hitches in your chest and you feel warning sirens blaring within your head. Were you hallucinating again? You felt like throwing up and you held your head in your hands as you heard ringing in your ears.
You felt a hand on your shoulder, but you couldn’t bother to see who it was. You could hear your heartbeat roaring in your ears over the sudden ringing noise. If the person was saying anything, you wouldn’t have had a clue until you felt their hands cup your face and forced you to look at them. Your eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights and you’ve suddenly lost the ability to breathe.
How…
You could faintly hear your voice, sounding shaky and thick with tears. A soft, yet broken tone to your voice.
“...Caleb?”
Your hands tremble as you touch the gloved ones that cupped your cheeks, trying to make sure this isn’t just another one of your delusions. One hand touches the familiar man’s chest, palm going flat as you search for a heartbeat. You begin to panic as you feel nothing, but he grabs your wrist with one hand and presses it firmly against his chest.
………..Badum
Badum………..
If this was one of your illusions, then you’ve completely given up. He felt so warm, so…alive.
A pained cry slips from your lips and wrap your arms around his waist as you bury your face in his chest. You feel comforted by feeling his steady, rhythmic pulse against your cheek. It was like the gentle beat of a drum that was slowly picking up in pace.
“Please…let it really be you this time.”
After you said this, you felt his hands, which were hesitating to touch you, finally wrap around your waist and hold you close. One hand slowly makes its way up to cup the back of your head as he rests his against your hair.
“I’m…so sorry it took me so long.” He finally speaks, the baritone of his voice sends vibrations through his chest that you felt against your cheek and you can’t help, but cry more at the sound. It really was him. Sure, he sounded a little different, but this was Caleb.
After a few minutes of standing and crying, your feet start to hurt so you pull back a bit — however, he squeezes his arm around your waist, not allowing you to pull away. “Just…stay like this for a little longer. Okay, pipsqueak?”
Your throat burns and you have to hold back the urge to sob, biting your already chapped lips so hard that you taste a familiar metallic flavour. “Pip — Y/n…” He sighs, lifting your head up as he pushes his thumb against your bottom lip, pulling it free. His finger pulls your lip down to examine the damage and you feel your face warming up to the point you feel dizzy.
“C-Caleb…” You grab at his hand as you stumble for a moment and he chuckles, moving his hand so he can grab yours. “Sorry about that, force of habit.”
It had gotten considerably darker outside, but you decided to finally take in his appearance. He was wearing a black hat, similar to a police captain, and he was wearing the suit to match.
What…happened?
As you open your mouth to question him, a car passes by the alleyway. The headlights brighten up his face, but also they send you spiraling into a past memory as you meet his eyes and he averted his gaze, exactly like he did that day…
…”Why are you staring off into space? Mission’s over?” You hear Caleb’s usually cheery and kind voice, and you turned your head to look at him. You felt unsure if you should tell Caleb about the strange man who was wandering around, and how he was what caused your watch to go off (causing the Metaflux fluctuation warning)...but you ultimately decided to keep it a secret for now so you didn’t worry Grandma or Caleb.
Once you finally met Caleb’s gaze, You felt a tad guilty for withholding information. ”Did you find any big, bad wanderers?” He questioned you and you cleared your throat, “Um…The fluctuations disappeared. Probably a false alarm…” But Caleb shook his head with a slight laugh, stepping closer so he could grab your arm and lift it up. “Caleb, what’re you — !”
“If it really was, then what’s this, hmm?” His thumb dragged across the fresh stain of blood on your sleeve.
“Oh, uh…I was petting a cat and…”
“Got scratched by another stray cat, huh? I think maybe I should go find that cat so I can avenge you.” Caleb looked clearly disappointed as he dropped your hand and turned his back to you, walking away.
“Caleb, don’t! Come on, grandma’s waiting for us back at home…”
“Caleb, I was telling the truth. It was just an accident. You and Grandma have enough to deal with as is…” You sighed, slowly trailing behind Caleb as he ran a hand through his hair, “Look, I understand you wanna hide it from Gran. We’ve caused her enough trouble since she brought us up together. Now that she’s older, it wouldn’t be a good idea to make her anxious…” He walked for a few more steps before he suddenly paused and turned to face you, “But why do you have to hide it from me? Can’t you trust me now that we’re all grown-up?”
“I…don’t want you worrying about me. It’s not often you get to come home these days, so ruining the mood is the last thing I want to do. Also, I’m a grown-up now too. I need to be the one making sure I stay safe. You can’t protect me forever.” You found yourself lashing out a little bit, and if you knew this would’ve been your last conversation with Caleb, maybe you would’ve toned it down a little bit.
You sighed, turning to rest your arm on the railing next to you. Through the corner of your eyes, you noticed Caleb placing his hand next to yours and you turned to look at him. “Why is that a problem? If not me, who could you possibly turn to for…” He trailed off, getting a distant, almost hurt look in his eyes as a car turned down the street — lighting up his face with their headlights as they drove on past. Then, a soft chuckle left him, a smile tugging at his lips.
“What’s wrong?” You questioned with a raised brow, one hand perched on your hip. “You…wouldn’t understand even if I told you, pipsqueak. Forget it.” He ruffled your hair and suddenly, it seemed like he was in a rush to get home…
“Pipsqueak?”
You realize you were just blankly staring up at Caleb for who knows how long and you quickly look away with a sheepish laugh, “Sorry…I haven’t been sleeping well lately.”
“You don’t need to apologize.” Caleb shakes his head, hand petting the back of your head as he looks up at the sky. “Let’s…go home.”
Your heart squeezes at those words, remembering how many times he used to say that to you, and you smile up at him, “I’ll take you to my apartment. Our..house probably still looks how it did on that day.” “I know, I checked countless times and it’s still being used as a crime scene.” He sighs, pulling back from you to grab your hand.
Everything still feels so surreal and you’re honestly terrified that you’re going to wake up at any moment, and Caleb is still going to be gone.
“I’m not going anywhere. Don’t be afraid, no matter what happens…I’ll be here for you.” He squeezes your hand and you focus on the cool leather of his gloves, the scent of his cologne.
If this was indeed a dream, you’d probably commit yourself to a psych-ward once you woke up, because you don’t think you’d be able to handle this not being your reality.
You felt a bit nervous walking with Caleb down the sidewalk, filled with worry that people would just see you walking and talking by yourself. You were too into your thoughts that you didn’t notice Caleb tapping your head with his finger. “Hey, I’m real.” He chuckles, shaking his head a bit, “It feels weird that I have to say that, but it looks like you need some reassurance.” You let out a breath you never realized you were holding as you realized some passersbys were stopping to look at Caleb.
“Got it.” You clear your throat, walking a bit faster until you both finally enter the elevators of your apartment building.
Oh wait —
You really hope Xavier wasn’t waiting in front of your door or inside your apartment feeding Leo…
“What’re you thinking about, pipsqueak?” Caleb waves a gloved hand in front of your face. “I just got back, so I hope you’re not thinking about another guy.”
Did he read your mind?
“Huh — “ You blink stupidly up at him, then rush out the elevator as he laughs behind you. “Were you really!? Seriously, Y/n?”
Once you make it to your apartment door, you nervously look around and unlock your door with your thumbprint. You peek your head inside, searching for Xavier, but Caleb just invites himself inside.
“Wow, this is a nice looking place. Guess being a hunter pays pretty well, huh?” He turns around, walking backward as he speaks to you. “Whenever I work, yeah. Uh — “ Your body tenses up as you spot a familiar blonde in your kitchen and you rush to shove Caleb toward your room. Just as you get to your door, Leo rushes toward you and meows loudly as if announcing your presence like the cute little nuisance he is.
“Y/n?” Xavier turns around, hands clad in your pink oven mitts with the matching pink apron.
When you turn around, Caleb is gone and you feel dread boiling in the pit of your stomach, but you notice your door is cracked open and let out a sigh of relief. “Hey, Xav, I’m probably going to order some takeout tonight, so you can head home! I feel better today, I promise.” You shout from in front of your room, wanting to make sure Caleb didn’t try to fuck around and scare Xavier.
“Are you sure? I’m still worried about your panic attack last week and Zayne said you need to come in for a hearing aid fitting tomorrow, so I thought I could stay the night and wake you up.” He turns his back to you as he takes a tray out of the oven and Caleb creaks the bedroom door open to raise a brow at you.
“Stay the night?” He teases with a whisper, “And do what? Pipsqueak, you sly dog.”
“Shutthefuckup, it’s not like that!” You hiss, slapping his shoulder in a fit of embarrassment and Xavier calls out, “Did you hurt yourself?”
“No, no! I’m fine, Xav. Thanks for worrying, but I’ll set an alarm on my phone. I wanna try being on my own tonight!” You shove your door closed as your cheeks burnt red.
“Well, I’ll leave these brownies here for you. Make sure they cool down! And be sure to call me if you can’t be on your own tonight. You know I’ll come over as quickly as I can. We all know how much you miss him — Them. How much you miss them.” He clears his throat, catching his own slip up.
“Right, see you later, Xav! Thanks for the brownies.” You say as Xavier leaves the kitchen and he raises a single brow at you standing awkwardly in front of your bedroom door.
“I don’t get a hug today?” He flashes his puppy dog eyes with a pout and you groan internally. He can do that cute shit with Caleb here…You sigh, knowing he’ll pout about for at least a month if you didn’t hug him, so you reluctantly step away from the door to hug him. “I’m really trying to get better, Xavi. I promise.” You pat his back and Xavier pauses, catching a whiff of an unfamiliar cologne, but he chalks it up to it being yours.
“Regardless, I’m proud of you,” He says with a smile as he ruffles your hair. Once he’s close to the door, he turns and gives you a small wave, “Also, I’m saying this as a friend, but I don’t think that cologne suits you!”
Once he’s gone, you hide your face in your hands as you hear muffled laughter coming from your room.
“Ha ha, laugh all you want.” You mumble under your breath as Caleb walks up to you, shoulders shaking with laughter. “Hey Xav,” he mocks you in a higher pitched voice and you whip your head toward him to punch him a few times. “Stop making fun of me!”
“Alright, alright, pipsqueak.” Caleb’s chuckles finally die down, but now he’s frowning toward the door, “How dare he say my cologne doesn’t suit you, though. That was uncalled for…” He slings his arm over your shoulder and you turn your head to look up at him, “Hey…So you know how I said I wanted takeout?”
After a few moments of silence, you grin up at him. “Can you make me some braised chicken wings?”
“You don’t know how much I missed your food!” You groan as you eat another chicken wing, setting the bone down on your plate before you pat your stomach. “Should we try the brownies?” Caleb asks, reaching toward the pan with an excited gleam in his eyes and you point at him, “Don’t! Xav, probably mixed up the salt and the sugar again.”
“Xav this, Xav that,” Caleb mumbles under his breath as he cuts a piece of brownie out to try regardless of what you said. After he eats a bite, he raises a brow and scoffs, “What’re you on? This is good.”
“Huh!?” You jump from the back of the couch, wincing as you land on your bad leg and you hop on one leg until you reach the kitchen counter. Then, you sit up there and grab his hand to try to piece he has. The moment you taste it, you immediately hit Caleb’s shoulder. “How could you lie to me like that!? I knew he mixed the sugar and salt up again.”
He laughs to himself, shaking off the momentary surprise of your lips brushing his fingers, and sets the brownie back on the plate as he grabs your leg, fingers gently massaging your ankle. “Caleb, you seriously don’t need to do that!” You push against his shoulders, pulling your leg away, but suddenly you felt as if your legs were really heavy. Your brows furrow before you notice the faint blue glow around your legs. “Don’t use your evol on me! Caleb, seriously — “
After a few minutes of massaging, Caleb lifts you up in his arms as he walks toward your room. “Wait — “
“It’s getting late. Time for bed.” He drops you on your bed, but you grip his collar, tugging him down with you as a form of retaliation. A sigh slips from his lips and his eyes flutter closed. He brings his hand up to your face, his now gloveless thumb just barely brushes your bottom lip. “Pipsqueak, you should really get some rest now…”
You raise a brow, tugging him further down to brush your lips across his forehead. A small giggle leaves you as he lets out another breathy sigh, seemingly touch starved after almost a year. “Look at you, you’re like a sinner who’s confessing,” You tease him, taking note of his reddening cheeks, and he grabs hold of your hand, lightly dragging his lips across your fingertips as he speaks, “Then, can you carry a little of this sin too? Don’t leave me in this loneliness any longer.”
You feel your breath hitch in your throat, your gaze lowering to fixate on his lips and when Caleb finally meets your eyes again, a smirk tugs at his lips. “What? Never been seduced before?” He chuckles, mostly to himself, “I find that hard to believe.” His fingers wrap around your chin as he leans closer, pausing just a breath away from kissing you as if to make sure that you’re really okay with this.
A smile tugs at your lips and the slightest hint of a laugh leaves you as you reach up to link your arms behind his neck, tugging him further down. Your noses brush and you raise a brow, whispering against his lips, “What’re you waiting for?” You feel your breath intermingling as Caleb lets out a mixture of a sigh and a chuckle, and you close your eyes, waiting for him to kiss you.
After a few minutes of silence, you open your eyes with a pout on your lips, ready to tell him off, but that’s when he finally slots his lips against yours. It’s a rather sweet and simplistic kiss, at first. A gentle warmth spreads throughout your body, but you’re impatient. You want more than this, even though you’ve never gone further than a kiss before. You can tell Caleb is just as inexperienced when your kiss stays innocent. Like a kiss between curious children, but you don’t want that.
You sit up on your elbows, tilting your head to the side as you slowly slide your hand over to grab Caleb’s. The softest of gasps slips from his lips from your touch and as you focus on forming a resonance, you also take this chance to deepen your kiss. Your tongues meet in an almost clumsy clash and you can hear Caleb’s breathing speeding up.
A faint, blue glow shines between your hands, and you hook your leg around Caleb’s waist; using your evol (that you borrowed from him), you seamlessly flip your positions so he is flat on his back with his head against your pillows and you’re on top of him, legs on either side of his hips. He has a look of surprise in his eyes, but it’s quickly overshadowed with mischief as he lifts his hand up. You think quickly and use his own evol to hold his hands above his head.
“Aww, now what’re you going to do without your hands?” You click your tongue, resting your hands on his chest as you tilt your head to the side with a mocking pout on your lips. “Can’t use your evol without them, hmm?” You sit yourself down fully on his lap, not able to hide your surprise as you feel something hard underneath you. “That’s your phone…right?”
Caleb chuckles, tilting his head back as he lifts his hips up. The fabric of his sleeves pulling taut against his biceps as he tries to free his arms. “Do you want me to lie to you?” Your gaze slowly makes its way down his body; to how his uniform top was revealing the tiniest bit of skin from his stomach, to how firm his thighs look in his uniform pants, and your thoughts falter as your eyes land on his rather sizable bulge.
Could that even…?
Within your surprise, you fail to realize that your resonance has worn off and Caleb takes this opportunity to flip your positions once more, his evol effortlessly pins your wrists together above your head.
“Don’t worry, we don’t need to go all the way for you to enjoy this.” He cups your cheek with his hand, his thumb swiping back and forth across your bottom lip.
#love and deepspace#lads#lnds#l&ds#love and deepspace x reader#lads x reader#lnds x reader#l&ds x reader#love and deepspace caleb x reader#love and deepspace caleb#lads caleb x reader#lads caleb#lnds caleb x reader#lnds caleb#l&ds caleb
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#ooh good luck with the vengeance!#great excerpt even if the man himself may not be having a good time in it- i am#glad to hear he's currently doing well too 😆
@writeouswriter Thank you!!! Glad to hear someone else enjoys me tormenting this poor man. Unfortunately for my beloved boy, "well" is extremely relative. For most people where he's at currently would probably still be considered Pretty Fucking Awful.
bullet list of his past/future 24 hours under the cut
In the past 24 hours in game time he's:
been dragged back from the brink of death
reunited with his only friend from pre-campaign after not seeing her for 3 years.
reunited with his former mentor+captain after not seeing her in 3 years.
found out that said mentor knew all the details of the torture being done to him for 2 out of the 3 years but wasn't able to do anything about it because if she did Wolf would have killed him.
(relatedly, this means he's responsible for her being forced to stop sailing, which she loved, and all the bad things that happened to her since.)
had said reunion interrupted by the arrival of a giant snake.
said snake proceeded to eat the aforementioned best and only friend, after turning her into a bird.
(said snake also only showed up / was pissed because of Rook's actions, so this is 100% his fault even if he didn't know what would happen.)
gotten zero fucking sleep (which tbf has been his normal for months now. Yay for the demon lord curse!!)
pissed off the rest of the party by rudely setting down a crossbow he was gifted by a now-deceased party member (he was trying to make a point that he would fight this snake personally or not at all, despite being only hours out from nearly dying.)
fought said giant snake, including getting knocked to 3 hp in one hit (we're level 10, btw. That was 60hp of damage. (yay hold person auto-crits, lmao.))
Narrowly avoided getting killed by and then killing the snake instead. (Held action attack as the snake was barrelling down to eat him.)
Discovered that his friend was in fact dead. (RIP Jay. You deserved so much better. I loved you.)
Revived her, but she's still stuck as a bird and no one can turn her back. (So no fun/cute interactions for the two of them + still mountains of guilt.)
Today's session (still the same day) he has to:
Learn why Wolf hates Zara (captain/mentor) enough to want to kidnap Rook to hurt her. (and whatever it is, Zara seems terrified of his reaction to it. She has nothing to worry about, he'd forgive her anything. And I do mean anything. But that doesn't mean he can't be hurt by having the (idealized due to 2-3 years of rescue fantasies, fever dreams, and other unreliable thought processes) image he has of her being shattered.)
Get told that he is now the captain of her ship. (Which he does not believe he deserves, seeing as he literally just got his only friend killed, and he's also carrying about 13 tons of guilt for every bad thing that's happened to the party recently.)
Honestly at this point he's probably going to (at least almost) keel over from exhaustion and shock and stress. (He literally has not so much as sat down since he got out of bed this morning, and he was a prisoner for weeks, so all his strength has been lost.)
Tell People the (partial) Truth (which is terrifying and something he would avoid doing ever if he could.)
Talk to Zara again (and ask for advice on how to be a captain... 🥺)
Make a good(?) first impression on his new crew.
Deal with the dude who drugged him and sold him to Wolf the first time. (part of the first impression thing, in a way.)
This man's life is a nonstop rollercoaster of misery, and sometimes even I feel a little bit bad about it, lmao.
whump-y wednesday
I don't know if this is actually a thing, but it's Wednesday, and I wrote a really fucked-up snippet that I liked, so I'm posting it. But most of it's going under the cut because uh, well, it's fucked up. My boy was not having a good time before the party came to rescue him.
tw for mentions of blood, illness, and torture
A horrible screech pulled him out of the dark. He opened his eyes, trying to figure out where he was. Light poured in from the open door, illuminating the walls of his cell. The door. Its rusty hinges were what had made the screeching sound. He tried to lift his head to look around, but pain shot through his chest. Since when did it hurt to breathe? He heard the sound of metal against wood and the sloshing of liquid as someone set down a small bucket of water. “I dunno what the point of givin’ him any water is.” A gruff voice said. “He’s been burnin’ up for days now, and we all know the captain won’t let a healer within a hundred yards of him.” A grunt of agreement and another voice said, “If he’s still alive in a week, I’ll give Zafira a kiss.” The first voice laughed, and the last thing Rook heard as the door swung closed was, “Your funeral.”
Blindly, he reached towards where he had seen the bucket of water. His muscles screamed, and he felt scabs and dried blood cracking as he moved for the first time in… hours? Days? He wasn’t sure. His fingers met metal and eagerly he pulled the bucket towards him, too weak to lift it off the floor. Water sloshed over the sides, blissfully cool where it touched his skin. Hands shaking with effort and excitement, he dipped them into the bucket and splashed water on his face. He could have cried. How had he never known how good water could feel? He cupped water in his hands and brought it to his lips. Only a few drops actually made it into his mouth, but even those felt heavenly. Again and again he dipped his hands into the bucket, getting more water on the floor and his body than in his mouth. After several mouthfuls the water started to taste odd, slightly salty, and he distantly realized that the blood and grime from his hands must be washing off, mixing with the water. He didn’t care. It was still the best thing he’d ever tasted. He thought he heard laughter. Who was laughing? Was he laughing? He couldn’t blame himself if he was.
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#just had 4 of my wisdom teeth pulled out in one session 🎉#just went in no thoughts head empty with the goal to get it over with bc i don’t#want to go back after 2 weeks and do it all over again#blood tw#why are dental clinics so weird and horrifying like#like i came out of my session looking at my surgeon with blood splatter on his face shield 😭 and a bit more all over#getting your tooth extracted is such a weird experience istg#just full of pressure and a bit of loud slicing haha#and a bit of loud cracking noises#also my surgeon made me go ??? and laugh a bit because before we started he said#‘i wish my other patients opened their mouth as much you did’#like ?????? LMAO WHAT#opened their mouth wide*#mind you we haven’t spoken a word since i arrived and sat down on the chair#and them proceeded to gossip to his assistant#like how he had difficulty locating something in his other patients’ gums bc they can’t open their mouths that wide djdjjd#anyway im lowkey dreading the healing process#bc i can’t eat hot food :/ just room temp+cold food#treating myself to ice cream 😌#*ri
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