#yall i need to make a masterlist but ive never done it before

[celestial-grls]

Party 4 You - Paige Bueckers x fem!reader

summary: you decide to go out with the women's basketball team and a certain member has always confused you - before now word count: 2.9k a/n: fav concept ever is #partypaige...title inspired by the best Charli XCX song ever. please leave comments / reblog if you liked this ok mwah <33

"It's my job that you come out with us tonight." A very out-of-breath KK Arnold informed you on the phone about her new job. 

"KK, did you just finish practice? Why are you out of breath?" You'd started an internship about two weeks ago, and when you agreed to take it, no one warned you that interning meant piling on a ton of work that no one else wanted to do. It'd felt awful to be holed up inside, spending nights hunched over a computer when everyone else was only getting their summer started. 

"Was just playing pick up with Paige and Ice," KK sighed, "So, did you make up your mind yet?" 

"Ugh, I don't know. There's a ton of stuff missing in some of these documents they want me to edit. I still haven't even thought about what I'd wear if I did go out tonight—" You rambled on, pacing around your desk before KK interrupted. 

"I already know you got something in that never-ending closet of yours. Does that mean you'll come out tonight?" An air of hope in KK's voice made you pause to consider it. 

You mindlessly wandered all the way to your closet while you were on the phone with KK. Maybe it was a sign that your brand-new skirt was hanging on the door handle, begging to be taken out for a spin. You told KK, "Okay, I'll be there. But please, promise we will keep it contained, nothing crazy?" 

KK let out a scream that made you rip the phone away from your ear before she started laughing and said, "Come by later to pregame! Bye, Pookie!" 

You laughed at her excitement, "Bye, KK!" 

The going-out section of your closet only served as a reminder of how crazy going out with some women's basketball team members can get. Between their boundless energy, how they seem to know everyone (including bartenders), and how they attract a crowd everywhere they go, there is no telling where the night can go once you join them. 

You met KK when you partnered up in your communications class and immediately found her hilarious. Plus, it didn't hurt that she always got you better seats than the student section during basketball games. You knew that going out tonight meant you were going to see Paige, so it was crucial to keep yourself in check. 

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Paige and Ice took a water break while KK finished her phone call with you. 

"So Y/N's coming tonight?" Paige asked in confirmation. 

KK teased, "Why? So you can stare at her from a corner all night?" 

Ice added, "No, for real. Poor girl probably thinks you hate her." 

Paige interjects, "Alright, alright. We've talked to each other before. Y'all just don't wanna remember it." 

KK scoffs, "Girl, boo. Asking what her major is doesn't count. Especially because I already told you what it was before." 

They all gathered their things while Paige advocated for herself, "Y'all really have no faith in me, huh? Trust, it'll be a different story when I come by later." 

KK and Ice mumbled a combination of 'Yeah, sure' and 'Uh huh' before heading toward their building while Paige walked alone to hers. The truth was that she was a nervous wreck around you and always has been ever since KK and you became friends. 

It was one of those things that no one but Paige understood. She was her confident, relaxed self around her friends, in a stadium full of fans, even at events she would've never believed she'd find herself in. She got it in her head that maybe you didn't like her very much. Not because you were standoffish, you were actually the opposite. Paige never felt that you liked her enough to be around her alone. They were always in groups with their respective friends.

At first, none of her friends caught on to her little crush; she tried to keep it discreet. It was going well until you came over to watch movies and see them fight over the Xbox controller in a pair of striped sleep shorts and a UConn hoodie, and she officially became a goner. Sitting four feet away from you while you looked like that and periodically pushing your glasses up made her sweat from her palms and make her think up an excuse for leaving movie night early. 

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Ice's apartment was filled with chatter, and Paige's pregame playlist came from the speakers. Everyone's shot glasses were haphazardly crowded on the table while some girls mixed drinks. 

You adjusted the bottle of Tito's in the crook of your arm before knocking on the door. When Ice answered the door, you could already tell you needed to catch up with everyone. She immediately wrapped you up in a hug and excitedly screamed, "We missed you, Pookie! And you came prepared." 

"I always do," You told her as she took the vodka from you so that you could adequately say hi to everyone. 

It was a natural relief to finally have a night out with friends, and any thoughts about work or deadlines didn't even cross my mind when I got to Ice's. 

KK must've been just as relieved to see you because she said, "Y/N, finally, someone who can make a mixed drink. I can't drink any of Paige's mid-ass drinks anymore." 

Paige looked offended and told her, "Call them mid, but they get it done." 

It's not like you received any formal mixologist training or bartending experience, but making drinks became your specialty whenever you went out. You got straight to work making KK her favorite drink and handing it to her. 

KK graciously sipped it and said it tasted "Perfect, as always." 

You turned around to see Paige standing empty-handed and decided to ask, "Want me to make you something?" 

Your pretenses were completely innocent, but how you softly smiled and batted your eyelashes made Paige's heart jump. Plus, she'd only heard five-star reviews about your drinks, so she couldn't refuse anyway. Once she gave you the okay, she was gearing up to ask you where you learned to make drinks like that until KK interjected, already half her drink downed. 

"Don't worry, Y/N. She's not picky."

You were done with the drink and ran to the fridge, your little heels clacking on the wooden floor, to grab the jar of maraschino cherries. When you topped off Paige's drink and handed it to her, you shrugged, "I have a feeling she'll like it." 

There it was again—your self-assuredness and complete ease in any situation made Paige feel weak and wobbly around you. The shiny red cherry on top, matching the shiny coat of lip gloss you were sporting, didn't make it any easier for her. 

She usually hates anything that tastes like alcohol, so whatever you made her was incredible. "This is fire. What is it?"

"A dirty Shirley. You like?" You stood looking up at her, hoping the drink could be a peace offering or a way to make Paige like you a little more. You never knew why she seemed more reserved or conscious around you, but you knew it always drove you crazy. 

"These are dangerous." Paige concluded with approval, and KK said, "Told you." 

After everyone was tipsy enough and you caught up with what some girls had been up to in the last couple of weeks, it was time to get into the Uber to start your night. Time collapsed into a whizz of final lip touch-ups, shuffling clumsy bodies into one car and waiting in anticipation to let loose. 

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There was a corner of the bar with a karaoke machine that KK and Paige excitedly ran over to like it was a toy. Everyone downed the shots you bought and got ready to hear their performance. They did their best rendition of 'Kiss Me More' and sounded nothing like SZA or Doja Cat, but since everyone was tipsy, they danced anyway. Paige and KK looked right at home, singing with their arms wrapped around each other and sassily dancing whenever they caught Ice or Azzi filming them. 

When they finished, your little group applauded their effort, and Paige unexpectedly took her place next to you and Azzi. She looked a little smug, sipping the drink in her cup with her other hand resting in her pocket. 

Azzi piped up, "Tone deaf and singing Doja Cat is crazy." 

Paige scoffed, "Alright, Azzi, I don't remember asking." Azzi and Ice got up to sing next, and Paige shifted closer to you. 

Emboldened by the drinks, she nods at you and says, "I like this skirt on you." 

You feel it in your face first, flushing from having her eyes on you. You played it cool and told her, "Thank you, the skirt likes you, too." As you said it, you didn't exactly know what it meant, but it made sense in your drunk brain. 

She laughs and nervously twists the bracelet on her wrist. "So what'd you think of my singing?"

You pretend to think about it, "You ball better than you sing." 

Azzi and Ice are making an Usher song into a duo. You sip on your drink while taking a video of them that they'll definitely be humiliated by tomorrow. 

Paige looks at you and asks, "Oh, so you've noticed?" 

You don't know where this confidence came from. Usually, Paige avoids you whenever you're out. You figure it's because she's been drinking and having fun after an intense season. You're suspicious of it, but you like this version of her. "You know I come to games." 

"Haven't seen you in a minute, though. You been busy?" 

You repeat what she said right back to her, "Oh, so you've noticed?" 

Paige laughs, touching your arm and lingering near your elbow. "I'm being for real. What you been up to?" 

Her touch makes you feel dizzy, going straight to your distracted brain while you try to find an answer for her. "Got an internship, and they're already overworking me." Before Paige can respond, you shift closer to her to ask, "Can I ask you something, Paige?" 

She steadies her eyes on you and says, "Sure, what's on your mind?" 

You start, "I don't know…Normally, you don't talk to me much." You kept it lighthearted, teasingly asking, "Am I that scary?" 

Paige looks down at her sneakers, "Nah, not too scary." She added, "M'glad you came, though." 

You looked up at her as she wet her lips and said, "I'm glad I came, too." 

When Ice and Azzi finished singing, they were exhausted from exerting so much effort. You rounded everyone up and announced, "Everyone's gotta do a shot, I'm buying!" 

After another round of green tea shots, all hopes for a contained and calm night went out the window. Some girls broke off into different groups inside the bar as they ran into different acquaintances and friends. There was even more karaoke, only getting slightly sloppier and more tone-deaf with time. Sometime between you dancing behind the DJ table and your third drink, your exchange with Paige from earlier caught up to you. 

You couldn't even precisely identify what you were feeling at the moment. You thought Paige was indifferent toward you, or at least not keen on getting to know you beyond being KK's friend. But when you remembered the feeling of her fingers grazing your arm, you felt confused by it. Suddenly, an emotional wobbliness started to creep up on you, and your next instinct was telling you to duck outside for a minute. You handed your drink to Azzi and told her you needed some air and would be right back. 

It was cool enough outside to wrap your arms around yourself comfortably as you stood with your back against the wall. When you leaned your head back to close your eyes and take a breath, you tried to collect your thoughts. It was bouncing around a few things: deciding what to doordash later when you got home, mentally writing a small to-do list of internship work, and Paige. 

You thought about how her hands looked around the drink you made her at the pregame, her long legs in a pair of cargos you liked on her, how she sounded so sincere when she told you she was glad you came. It was a lot, and your brain would overheat if you didn't duck out when you did. You were so startled when all you heard was, "Hey," coming from somewhere on your left. 

It was just Paige, who currently had her hands on your shoulders after you almost jumped out of your skin at someone coming up to you. She apologized profusely before she said, "Wanted to see if you were good." 

Your eyes soften at this. You forget that you were concentrating so hard on your shoes that you were about to burn a hole in them. It was replaced by Paige's presence, comforted automatically by her taller frame blocking out the view of the street at night. 

You straightened up, adjusting the purse she was touching on your shoulder, and evening your voice enough to say, "I'm good; I just needed a second." 

Paige looked down and nodded, "Good, good. DJ booth looked empty without you dancing." 

You shook your head and laughed, "Been a minute since I could dance until my feet hurt." 

"You think you'll feel it tomorrow?" With how Paige looked at you, you thought she was much more sober than you probably were. 

You shrug, eyes feeling heavy as you lean into the wall, "Think we all will." 

Right as you say that, all the rest of your friends start shuffling out. They were clearly tired. You remember they all decided to play an entire pick-up game earlier and announced they were ready to call it a night. No one disagreed. All of you had fun, but it was time for the drunk food and pajamas part of the night. 

Paige urgently needed to spend more time with you. One of those game-time decisions seemed to come out of nowhere when she said, "Y/N and I should take a separate one since our buildings are close together and everything." 

Thankfully, all your friends were gone enough to not question it and felt safe in knowing it was best everyone went home in a group instead of alone this late. It sounded sensical to you, even though you hadn't remembered that you and Paige lived in neighboring apartment buildings. But then again, you haven't been anywhere but work or home, which felt like forever, so maybe you hadn't noticed. 

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Something about being in this car in the backseat with Paige felt right. She spread out in the back while you crossed your leg, shifting your weight so the tip of your shoe would brush against her leg whenever the car stopped. 

It was a short ride from the last bar your friends hit to your apartment building. There were hardly any red lights, but you wished for at least one or two more. 

You turned to question Paige, "I didn't know you lived close to my building." 

She pressed her lips together, "KK didn't mention it?" 

You shook your head, more wide-eyed now that you sobered up.

Paige added, "I got a bigger place after the last semester ended." 

You nodded and teased, "Okay, big baller, I see you." 

Paige snickered and thanked the driver while you guys got out. She walked you into your building and even rode the elevator with you. When you asked what she had planned for the night, she mentioned some Advil and a big glass of water. When she asked you the same question, you told her about door-dashing some Taco Bell and taking your makeup off. 

She felt like you guys made it to your door too soon. You each stopped before it as you fished for your keys inside your purse. When you turned to tell her, "Thanks for walking with me. Text me when you get to your building."

Paige got that look again as if she was about to say something to you, the same one she made when you plopped the maraschino cherry into her pregame drink. She scratched the back of her neck, "S'no problem. And I will." 

You said, "Night, Paige." as you leaned against the door frame and kicked your heels off into a corner, shrinking in height and making Paige even taller than you for a moment. 

She paused to tell you, "Night, Y/N."

When you changed into your pajamas and got your cotton pads out to remove your makeup, your phone chimed with a text from Paige that read: Home. Remember to take that makeup off

You loved the message and wrote back: Doing it right now. Drink a glass of water for me!

You knew Paige had to go through group chats with all the girls in it to select your contact and text you personally since you guys had never texted each other before. It felt like too much to process in your state, and you thought it best to deal with it tomorrow. When you went to hang up your skirt, you ran your fingers over the fabric and silently thanked it for whatever magic it might've done for you tonight. 

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castaway - myg

Chapter 9

Pairing: Yandere! Idol Yoongi x F! Singer Reader

Warning(s): Obsession, codependent behavior, mentions of fainting, hospital, and dehydration, depression.

A/N: What’s up yall 🤠 it’s been a while ahaha 😟 My mind thinks of plots and shit but I can’t write it down, so that’s why I’ve been mia. I’m thinking of making this series into a whole story bcs I don’t think anybody cares about as a whole so I think it’ll be better to get it over with. What do u think?

- This is complete fiction. I do not believe any of the members would do or act as written.

CASTAWAY MASTERLIST

You make me sick. Literally.

It was just exactly five days ago that I felt lightheaded and passed out inside the dancing studio. My body completely done. It’s a wonder how far it took me.

I awoke inside a hospital, hooked to an IV because I was so dehydrated and pale as a white wall. According to the doc, I have to eat more and drink more fluids, and of course, the company assigned well more like have forced me to see a therapist because “You’re showing signs of depression.” As our manager said.

With all due respect, fuck him. I don’t need a therapist to help. I just need you. I know it.

Before you were gone I was thriving, content with seeing you behind the screen of a tv and my personal belongings.

Not knowing about you had hurt me to an extent I couldn’t comprehend nor explain. Can you believe that? Do you know how badly you were yearned for?

It was slightly embarrassing to wake up and see BTS’ Min Yoongi Hospitalized for Dehydration because what the fuck? They probably thought I was an idiot who was incapable of fending for himself - but if only they knew the truth. That I fell into a depth that I couldn’t get out of no matter how hard I tried.

But I know at least someone will understand if they knew what actually happened to me. Love truly does make you go through the most insane shit, but I have never truly felt more alive - well until I passed out obviously.

I don’t get you sometimes. Sure, you were a private woman, but you couldn’t update about yourself a little earlier? Just before I awoke, you posted, thriving living la vida loca. Baby, what the fuck?

I couldn’t believe it. You were gone for what felt like months. I was worried fucking sick! But there you were, posing against a railing, a huge and happy smile on your face with your arms up in the air.

I couldn’t stay mad at you of course. Who could? Thank you for the wallpaper though.

Just please, do anything else you want to me, but whatever you do, don’t do that to me again.

[reidsnose]

love letters

overview: spencer has a wonderful idea after finding out that reader had never gone to her senior prom

genre: fluff fluff fluff

a/n: i mixed two ideas that have been sitting in my notes app for this lol but i think its sweet!! i wrote it a little rushed and definitely not bc im not getting a prom this year due to miss rona👀 LMAO but as always please lmk what yall think ab it :)

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the idea had fully occupied his thoughts the second after the words left your mouth.

it was "the buttcrack of dawn" as you had called it, though spirits were high on the late jet ride home. it was a rare but much needed positive end to the case, and everyone was happily chatting with each other. since the case was involving high schoolers, the subject fell on prom. everyone went around sharing their prom stories one by one, recalling awful dresses and questionable dates til the questions turned to spencer.

"what ab you, pretty boy, what was your prom like?" morgan asked, still smiling widely from recalling his own.

you watched spencer shift uncomfortably for a second.

"i uh..i never went to prom." he stammered, a tight lipped smile on his face.

"no! you just dont wanna tell us!" prentiss cried, throwing her hands in the air.

"i graduated high school when i was 12! why would i have gone to prom?" he reasoned.

"you had to have gone when you were older or something! everyone has!" jj countered.

"thats not true, i never went to prom either," you defended, subconsciously inching closer to spencer.

before anyone could even ask you to explain why, spencer got the idea. he mentally left the conversation after you gave your answer. he spent the whole rest of the ride home and the next couple of weeks brain storming and planning.

and casually after work one day, as he was walking you to your car, he asked you if you wanted to hang out with him that weekend; at his house.

you and Spencer had hung out before, but mostly at your house or at coffee shops; he didn't invite people over very often.

of course you agreed but you grew confused when he told you to dress fancy.

you raced home afterwards to raid your closet, looking for any fancy dresses you may have stuffed in there.

spencer spent the whole day preparing his apartment. he put up streamers and balloons. he made a playlist of all your favorite songs. and then he rushed to get his clothes from the cleaners.

and when you knocked at his door the breath that left your lungs struggled to come back after he opened the door.

he stood in a gorgeous suit, different than he had ever worn to work. he rubbed the back of his neck and gestured to the living room, revealing the adorable (albeit poorly made but its the thought that counts) decorations.

"um.. welcome to prom," he said, turning back to you, revealing a blushy smile.

he tried not to stare too much at you, but it was difficult. your eyes sparkled as you stepped inside and looked around. and the dress you were wearing fit you so gorgeously he truly couldnt take his eyes off of you.

"spencer, i..." you trailed off, enchanted by what he had done.

"sorry if it looks bad. or if you think its weird that i did this. i just thought cause neither of us went to prom maybe you wanted to have a little one with me? yeah now that i say it out loud maybe you hate it im sorr-" he rambled behind you.

you turned quickly to him as he got lost in his words, eyes glued to the floor. cutting him off by wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him as tight as you could. you could feel the tension leave his body as he melted into the embrace, returning it gladly. he doesn't like to be touched by anyone really, except for you.

"i love it. thank you," you whispered, giving him one last squeeze before letting go.

he has a spread of snacks lying out on the coffee table which he has mooved to the corner of the room to make space for a makeshift dancefloor.

he turns on the music and you two start talking and dancing and laughing. two fools with four left feet completely and obliviously in love. well, oblivious the the other anyway.

a slower song came on, an old one that you had wanted to slow dance to ever since you were a little girl. and somehow naturally you two came together, his hand dropped to your waist, the other delicately cradling your own. your other hand found its way up to his shoulder, feeling as though a magnet was pulling you two closer. and closer.

he looked absolutely stunning. the soft lights he had strung around the apartment sparkled like stars in his eyes; its was...dizzying, in the most incredible way.

unbeknownst to you, as you stared at the stars in his eyes he was looking at his whole world that he had been somehow lucky enough to hold in his arms.

he held his arm out, allowing you to spin and when he pulled you back both of your arms ended up wrapped around his neck, and his around your waist. you were less dancing now and more...hugging. with your head pressed to his chest, he hoped with all his might that you wouldn't be able to hear his hammering heart. you most definitely could, but it was calming to know he was as nervous as you were. you smiled, listening more to his heart than the music he had played for you.

you were both sure that you could burst from pure bliss. the song ended a little too quickly for either of your liking and reluctantly you let go of each other. and suddenly Spencer was hit with the realization that he forgot something.

"oh my gosh," his eyes widened as he looked around the room.

"what?" you asked, mirroring him and looking as well.

"i can't remember where i left your corsage! i was gonna give it to you at the door but i forgot!" he exclaimed, running around the room checking shelves.

you smiled to yourself. he got you a corsage!

"ill help you look" you decided.

"please do," he chuckled.

"i thought you had an eidetic memory, shouldn't you know where you left it?" you joked, shooting him a smug smile.

"y/n, my brain was all jumbled to day and it wasn't just from being around you," he realized what he had said and quickly turned back to the shelf he was looking at, "could you check in my room please?"

his heart was racing at his own stupidity; how could he just say that so nonchalantly? he had been planning to tell you that he liked you for the longest time he cant afford slipping up and having it be anything less than perfect.

you slipped into his room, your cheeks warm from the idea that you make his big brain all jumbled. he probably didn't mean it like that, you were just looking too much into it.

you sighed as you crouched to look under his bed for it. you found a small wooden box that you slid out from underneath. it had your name on it.

is it normal to keep a corsage in a wooden box? you wouldn't know, you never went to prom.

you shrugged your shoulders, "i found it spence!"

with out thinking you opened the box, except instead of a band of flowers you were greeted with letters, all addressed to you. there were annotations written in the margins with purple ink. you furrowed your eyebrows as you scanned the various letters.

dear y/n,

today you complimented my glasses and my heart skipped a beat. thats dumb spencer dont start like that

dear y/n,

im in love with you. too forward

dear y/n,

you make life worth living. shes gonna think youre a creep

you felt a rush of euphoria fill your chest. did he really feel these things for you? your thoughts swirled in the most wonderful way. a wide smile broke across your face, butterflies running rampage through your stomach as you reread his words. his words addressed to you.

"oh thank God i really thought i lost-oh. oh no." spencer started as he walked through the door of his room immediately walking back out. you followed, blinking your watery eyes at him. "i can explain.

"i think youve explained enough, theres like 20 letters in here!" you chuckled, flipping through them.

"i didnt know how to tell you and i dont want to ruin what we already have and i-"

"it wasnt too forward." you stated, grabbing one of the letters.

"what?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"in this one," you held up the letter, "you wrote dear y/n, im in love with you. and then you crossed it out and wrote that it was too forward but i dont think it was."

"youre not mad?"

"mad? spencer ive been trying to admit the fact that im in love with you since i realized it myself, why would i be mad?"

"youre..you feel the same way?" he looked back up at you, a hesitant smile pulling on the corners of his lips.

"more so," you beamed, stepping closer.

he wrapped his arms around you, "thats good or else the rest of this prom would have sucked."

you chuckled, pulling him impossibly closer to you as another perfect song played.

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[strangelysamantha]

I absolutely adore your writing! I can't help but request! Can you do a Sarah Cameron X Plus size reader story? The plot being that the reader is a pogue and her and Sarah fall in love. They have to keep it a secret (only the pogues can know) and like maybe someone finds out that isn't supposed to? Fluff would be awesome but honestly I love the suprise of any storyline!

secretly in love ❀

sarah cameron x plus!pogue!fem!reader.

warnings: super cute fluff! haha that’s all <3

words: 987.

summary: a secret relationship between you and sarah, what could possibly go wrong?

request? yes!

a/n: thanks for the request, this was such a cute idea! if you enjoy this story like and comment! i also created a taglist! you can find the link to add yourself to the taglist in my masterlist. love y’all <3

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“we cant sarah!” you stared at her with shock as she placed an arm around your waist and went in for a kiss. you smile softly, kissing her back. “why not? no ones here.” you shake your head. “you are the one who wanted a SECRET relationship,” you exaggerate the word secret to showcase how dire it was. “…and now you want to be all lovey dovey in your living room?” she nods her head excitedly. “yes! trust me we will be okay. no one is home, and they aren’t coming home anytime soon.” the look on sarah’s face made it seem impossible for you to say no. “okay. if you really think they aren’t coming home soon then it will be okay.” sarah laughs, immediately jumping down on the couch and patting a spot that was so close you would practically be sitting on top of her.

you move to the couch, and sit down directly by her. sarah’s arm finding its way across your shoulders. heat rises to your face and you softly look away. “what movie should we watch?” sarah asks. you sit for a moment thinking, “you can choose. surprise me.” she nods, grabbing her remote to the living room's flat screen. she puts on snow white and the seven dwarfs on disney plus. you smile, “this is a classic.” you snuggle closer into her, your guard relaxing slightly.

the movie started up with birds singing as the credits played. “sarah?” you question her. she hums in response, her eyes still fixated on the tv. “would you kiss me awake if you saw i was poisoned with a curse?” she glances over at you, shocked by the question. “do you even have to ask? of course i would. would you do the same?” she twists the question around, now asking you. “hmm, depends.” she scoffs before falling into a fit of laughter. “what does that mean!?” you bite your lip smiling, “it just depends if i’m busy that day.” you shrug lightly and she rolls her eyes. you wrap your arms around her waist, your head laying on her shoulder. the movie starts and your focus returns to the movie.

half way through the movie sarah suddenly got the urge to tickle you. you fall onto your back, sarah on top of you, straddling you. your eyes are closed as you gasp for air. “sarah!!” your giggles brought a grin to her face. she continued tickling you, as she watched you squirm underneath her. “please- sarah!” she finally pulled away from tickling you, but she still straddled your hips. she leaned down, kissing you. you smile into the kiss, sitting up. she sat on your lap, her arms around your neck, while yours sat around her hips. you pulled her closer, closing any gap between the two of you. she pulls away to breathe before going in for another kiss.

“what the fuck did i just walk into?” rafe dropped his bags on the floor, his eyes staring at you two making out. sarah jumps from your lap, and you quickly pull yourself away and sit on the other end of the couch. “nothing, rafe. leave us alone.” sarah said, rolling her eyes. on the outside she looked annoyed, but she was really just scared that rafe would expose her.

“little sis, you’re a lesbian?” you looked back at him, a frown on your lips from his question. you weren’t entirely sure where he was going with it. was he going to be supportive? was he going to be disgusted? would he even accept you and sarah? you had so many questions because now rafe possessed so much leverage over the two of you.

“rafe-.” sarah cut herself off, trying to think of an excuse but fell short. you chose to speak up, “rafe, can we…” you struggled to find the words, “can we trust you?” he stares at you, waiting. “why wouldn’t you be able to trust me?” he suddenly walked your way, but detoured for sarah. he pinched sarah’s cheeks in a teasing way, “you got a girlfriend!” sarah blushes and jokingly pushes his arm away.

“rafe. we haven’t told anyone, only the pogues know.” he frowns. “you told the pogues before your own brother?!” you look down, laughing. “hey, they are way more open, and we knew they wouldn’t tell anyone.” rafe nods understandingly. “of course i support yall, i’m just upset i had to find out by walking into- whatever that was.” sarah smiles, “whatever “that” was?” her eyebrows lifted as she questioned him.

“yeah, whatever “that” was. i've never seen two people feel the need to make out while a kids movie is playing in the background. but y’all do you, i guess.” he laughs, his hands gesturing for us to stand up to him. “come on. your secret's safe with me.” he pulls you and sarah into a hug. “that was fun and all but you should continue your movie.” he walks back to the door to collect his earlier bags from shopping.

sarah and you move back to the couch, and rafe leaves the room. sarah’s crying slightly, and you smile weakly at her. “he supports us.” you nod, your hand rubbing circles on her back. “he supports us sarah. isn't that great?” she looks up to you a small smile on her lips. “yeah!” she leans forward, pulling you into a hug.

once the two of you separate, you two settle on the couch, continuing the movie. “hey remember when you said no one was coming home soon?” she rolls her eyes, “no, i actually don’t remember saying that… i think you heard me wrong.” you shake your head, “oh! right, okay. my bad, i guess i didn’t hear you correctly. i thought you said they wouldn’t be home soon… but okay.” you smile as she softly punches your arm. “so sarcastic.” you look at her, “learned from the best.”

decided to do a fluffy fic since every sarah cameron fic ive done so far, has been kinda angsty haha :-]

[scoopsahoy]

hi can u do a sequel to the derek pregnancy fic where u were pregnant for a full nine months and go into labor one night when yall r asleep

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You opened your eyes to a sharp pain in your back and stomach, causing a sharp breath to enter through your nose.

“Jesus,” you whispered to yourself. You gently pulled Derek’s arm, which was wrapped around your stomach, off of you. You sat up with a struggle, as you were heavily pregnant. You looked at the alarm clock to see it was almost six o’clock in the morning.

The pregnancy was nine months, meaning the baby would be human. You found out at five months that it was going to be a girl, and Derek couldn’t wait to have a tiny version of you running around his loft.

It was a rough nine months. It destroyed your knees, hips, ankles, and gave you massive, dark stretch marks. You’d become insecure about them, but Derek didn’t care.

He was sad that you were insecure about them. He called them your ‘battle scars’, always making sure to make you feel better about yourself when you looked in the mirror.

Even having been with him for over three years, you’d never seen the sensitive side of him that came out when you got pregnant. He made you breakfast, massaged your feet, and would even help you wash your hair sometimes.

You loved it, you just wish he’d been like this the whole time you knew him.

Moving his arm woke him up, and he reached over and lightly ran his hand up and down your back.

“You okay?” he mumbled, still half asleep.

“I think so-”

Just then, you felt a massive puddle forming under you. It dripped onto the floor and you felt a pressure in your belly.

“Derek,” you said in a monotone voice, standing up. You looked at the wet spot on the bed, and he did too.

“Did you pee yourself?” he asked innocently.

“I think my water just broke.” That seemed to wake him up, because he immediately shot out of bed. “Get the hospital bag,” you told him as he slipped his shirt on. He nodded and practically ran to the other side of the loft, returning with a crossbody bag.

He helped you put your shoes on and when you stood back up, he took your hand, helping you to the elevator.

You’d never seen him so nervous and distraught, anxiety reeking from his body. When you got outside and to his car, he made sure you were strapped in before running to the driver’s side and zooming to the hospital.

When you arrived, he didn’t even bother parking straight. He dragged you inside, calling out for help. You both looked up to see Scott’s mom, Melissa. You let out a sigh of relief when she ran over, followed by a nurse with a wheelchair.

You eagerly sat down in it, letting them wheel you to a room you didn’t even know the number for.

Once you were changed into a hospital gown, you laid in the bed, an IV in your arm, and bracelets on your wrist. Derek sat next to you, holding your hand.

“Have you had any contractions yet?” Melissa asked.

“No, not yet.”

“Okay, that’s fine. Sometimes water will break before contractions start, but they should get here soon.”

“I didn’t think you worked in obstetrics,” you said as you adjusted the blankets.

“I don’t. I figured I’d stay with you for a minute though. Is there anyone you want to call?”

“Oh, yeah, I almost forgot.” You looked at Derek. “Can you grab me my phone?” He nodded, pulling it out of his pocket. “Thanks.” You opened it and scrolled through your contacts, finding the name Stiles.

Stiles was one of your best friends, and he was eager when you announced the pregnancy. He told you he wanted to be there when you gave birth and made you promise you’d tell him when you went into labor.

Even if it was six in the morning.

You held the phone up to your ear, hearing it ring a few times.

“Hello?” said the groggy voice on the other line.

“Hey, what are you up to?”

“Sleeping,” he said simply.

“Well, I figured I’d let you know I’m in labor, but if you wanna go back to sleep you can.”

“You’re what?” he yelled, making you pull the phone away from your ear.

“My water broke. I’m at the hospital.”

“Give me fifteen minutes and I’ll be there.”

“I can’t control-” He hung up. “-when the baby comes.”

You sighed and smiled at Derek.

“I’ll come back when you start pushing, okay?” Melissa said, giving you a smile.

“Okay. Thank you.” She left with a smile.

“Are you gonna call your parents?”

“I never even told them I was pregnant.”

“Really?”

“Did you forget I haven’t talked to them in years?”

“I just figured this might be something they should know. You know, since they’re about to be grandparents and everything.”

You sighed. “I’ll call them sometime. Just not now.”

He nodded. “I’m gonna go get some food from the vending machine, do you want anything?”

You nodded. “A Snickers would be nice.”

“Okay.” He leaned over and kissed you. “Be right back.”

No one else had seen this side of Derek except you. He wasn’t the same person he was to Stiles, or Scott, or even his uncle, Peter. With you, he was soft and sweet, always making sure you had everything you needed and wanted. You doubted anyone would believe you if you told them half the things he’d done for you over the years, even before you started dating.

Fifteen minutes went by quickly, and before you knew it, Stiles ran into your room, his shoes squeaking and his breath heavy.

“You haven’t given birth yet, have you?” he asked as he sat next to your feet.

“Nope, not yet. I haven’t even gotten contractions yet.”

“Is that good?”

“Just means it’ll take longer.”

He nodded. “Great.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

Just then, you felt a heavy pressure and pain course down from your stomach to your legs, your hand reaching for Stiles’, which was right next to your knee.

“Nevermind,” you groaned, closing your eyes and inhaling sharply.

He winced and an ‘Ow’ left his lips.

When the contraction died down a moment later, you let go of his hand. “Sorry.”

“No worries,” he said, shaking his hand.

“That was not what I was expecting it to feel like.”

“Better or worse?”

“Way worse,” you chuckled. “Jesus. The next few hours are gonna be Hell.”

‘Few hours’ was an understatement. It was now seven p.m., and your contractions still weren’t anywhere near as close as they needed to be.

You’d tried everything the midwife suggested to speed it up: walking around the room, sitting in a chair, sitting on a yoga ball, drinking tea and water, peeing, laying on your left side, and you even tried falling asleep.

But none of it worked.

At this point, you were sweating, crying and in some of the worst pain you’d ever felt.

The doctor decided to see how far dilated you were, which was two centimeters, eight away from being able to push.

“On the bright side, you’ll be able to deliver naturally,” she said.

“What does that mean?” Derek asked.

“No c-section.” You both let out a sigh of relief. “Once you get to four centimeters you’ll be in active labor, which shouldn’t be as long as early labor.”

“Thank God,” you whispered.

Even though it wasn’t as long as early labor, active labor was ten times more painful. It was definitely the absolute worst pain you’d ever felt.

But your boyfriend and best friend were there for you the entire time, even through your random bursts of anger, sadness, and pain.

When you were told you were at nine centimeters, you looked at Derek.

“I can’t do this, I don’t think I can do it.”

He stood up and leaned over you, gripping your hands. Stiles stood at the other side of the bed.

“Hey,” he said, softening his voice. “Are you kidding me? If anyone can do this, you can do this.” You let a tear fall. “Babe, I’m scared, too. But guess what? We’re gonna have a baby. A tiny version of you. We’re gonna have a little girl. And she’s gonna be awesome. Okay?”

You nodded. “I love you,” you whispered. You looked at Stiles. “Be ready for me to crush your hand,” you laughed.

“I’m ready,” he said somewhat reluctantly. “Just try not to break any bones.”

You smiled.

“Alright, Y/N. You ready?”

Screams filled the room, both Stiles and Derek wincing at how hard you were squeezing their hands.

You pushed a total of six times before you felt a massive relief of pressure, and you gasped for air. Your cheeks were soaked with sweat and tears, your legs tingly.

You let go of their hands and, just like before, Stiles shook his hand in the air. You breathily chuckled at his reaction as the nurses wrapped the crying newborn in a blanket.

They handed her to you, now having stopped screaming, and you started crying all over again.

She was beautiful. She had the same pale green eyes that Derek had, and bright red hair.

“She’s a ginger,” he whispered.

“My dad is, maybe that’s who she got it from,” you said.

Only a little while later, Derek was next to you in the bed, and you both just watched her sleep in his arms.

You’d never seen him so happy. He had a soft smile plastered to his face and he was a natural at holding her.

You let Stiles hold her, and, just like your boyfriend, you’d never seen him happier. An uncontrollable grin formed as he sat in the recliner with her, letting you and Derek have open arms for a little while.

Once Scott and the rest of the group arrived, you decided to tell them the name you settled on: Charlotte Allison Hale, Charlie for short. Allison was your best friend before she died, and you figured it would be a nice tribute to her.

Scott loved it, and it pleasantly surprised you. You were worried it would make him sad, and you knew it probably did, but you were glad he liked the name, too.

You spent the next few days in the hospital, learning how to change diapers, breastfeed, and all of the other essential things included in being new parents.

Stiles was there every day, other than going to school. He went to his classes, went to lacrosse practice, and then immediately came back to the hospital.

You liked being at the hospital and having some help from the nurses and Stiles, but being able to go home and spend time just the three of you was your favorite thing in the process.

And it made your heart melt watching Derek with her. For the first few days he didn’t let you get up during the night and insisted he go check on and feed her with the bottles of breastmilk you had pumped while at the hospital.

You were finally in a place where you were genuinely happy with everything in your life. And you couldn’t have asked for a better one.

[yeoldontknow]

❧ check in tag

tagged by the sweetest angel @propinqxity to do this little tag. this is such a cute list of questions, and some of these i dont think ive been asked before. thank you so much for the tag and the tumblr crush mention lovely. you truly are a bright spot on this website and i mean that sincerely <333

going under a cut because im certain i will ramble ~

1. Why did you choose this url?

its sort of like a pun between yall dont know and the fact that, hopefully, sincerely, chanyeol does not in fact know that i run this blog lmao i changed to this after a long time of being bread-jinie and i wanted to rebrand. i will, however, do my best to never change URLs again because the masterlist switch over was a complete hassle

2. Any sideblogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them

i have a fic recs blog called @yeoldontknowiread. as to why i have it, i know it hasnt been updated in ages since ive been kind of on hiatus, but i think reading and sharing work on this platform is immensely important. i actually read quite a lot of fanfiction, and i try my best to share the things i read. im very very behind on recs at the moment cause i try my best to write something substantial for every recommendation i make. as a writer, i know exactly the kinds of thoughts and feedback on fics that make my heart soar so i try to put in the same energy to my recs. community is only fostered when there is reciprocation

3. How long have you been on Tumblr?

hmmm since april 2017. i actually had my 4 year anniversary this year and i did have plans for things but i got roped into real life things and couldnt celebrate the way i truly wanted to :(

4. Do you have a queue tag?

no but sometimes i think i should. i view tags as a library on top of my knee jerk response to things. most of my tags are just my initial thoughts or feelings at any given moment, so those take precedence over a specific queue tag

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

when i was getting into exo, i was reading fanfiction like crazy. i used to write fanfic quite a lot in other fandoms, but at that time i hadnt written anything in about 2.5 years. exo was the first re-introduction to that feeling of excitement and inspiration. after about 3 weeks of straight reading, i decided i wanted to write again. i wrote the prologue to hero in about two hours and tried logging into AO3 to post it. sadly i forgot all of my log in information because it had been years, and was getting frustrated. i really wanted to put it somewhere out of fear that id lose interest if i didnt do something with it, and everything id read had been on tumblr. so i made a tumblr just to put hero lmao i didnt have any mutuals. it was a blog with straight 0. i hadnt even created an account to interact with writers before that moment, i really thought id be a silent reader forever. but exo woke me back up and for that i am eternally grateful.

6. Why did you choose your icon?

the yours music video is...so stunning? like the colour theory throughout the whole thing is truly so inspiring and gorgeous. and this shot of chanyeol looking at the painting took my breath away, truly. tulips and the color of peach, like do you know how evocative that is? ugh

7. Why did you choose your header

my header was made by @jamaisjoons for my birthday this year because shes literally the most talented person when it comes to graphics. and this was so kind of her to do, i cried a lot

8. What's your post with the most notes?

uhm....either the body through time or truth i cant remember which but i checked recently and its one of those

9. How many mutuals do you have?

honestly at this point im not even sure. i know ive lost a bunch while i was on hiatus because i was basically a dead blog, and some people do dash cleanses. and im certain others have left, too, for their own reasons. still, i have a good core of friends though who are active and that is enough for me

10. How many followers do you have?

more than i probably deserve

11. How many people do you follow?

399

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

uhm i guess? there was a time when nng was not updated and every wednesday id post the days go by music video in sadness and grief but im not a big shitposter. if i make a text post its usually a life update or me crying about chanyeol, theres no inbetween lmao

13. How often do you use Tumblr every day?

tbh i havent used tumblr that often, not since march i think. i used to use it many times a day, checking in on friends and stuff, but once i started focusing on my phd applications i was only here sporadically. i didnt make an announcement either, just let my blog run on queue so i wasnt totally gone. i think i was checking in twice a week or maybe once every two weeks to refill my queue and check mentions etc. but now that my interviews are done im trying to get back on here daily to reconnect

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

ive had my share of disagreements with people and any details about those situations shall remain as they are meant to: private

15. How do you feel about "you need to reblog this" posts?

in what context? like, you need to reblog this or your wish wont come true? or like, please reblog this to spread the word/spread awareness, etc? in the case for the former, i scroll right by. in the case of the latter, if im around and see someone raising a go fund me or some major event is occurring and i find a post with good sources or charities i will reblog. mostly though, the full extent my activism isnt really on this blog. its my escape from reality. my activism is usually placed on other platforms.

16. Do you like tag games?

i doooo!!! theyre so fun i love learning about my friends

17. do you like ask games?

i love those too! theyre so cute and usually a nice way to have interaction immediacy with people in the community

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?

no one. can we please abandon this notion of fame on tumblr? arent we all here to write about some dick and some smut and some fluff and then hang out together and log off? lmao tumblr isnt reality and followers/fame is so arbitrary on this platform, no one has any control over any of it

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

i am in love with so many people here. let me name a few:

@yehet-me-up @kyungseokie @jenmyeons @j-pping @jamaisjoons @inkedtae @kookdiaries @yoonia @dulcetvk @kithtaehyung @imdifferentshadesofpurple @ditzymax @sugaurora @sahmbtsficrecs @junghelioseok @yeojaa @augustbutwinter @joonscore @btssavedmylifeblr @cutechim @sunshinekims @kimtaehyunq @ouvuo @delhyun @exo-stentialism @sooibian @softyoongiionly @jinseunie @zibermuda @bratkook @1kook @luffles424 @xjoonchildx

and so many other people and mutuals that i am certainly forgetting. love is such an expansive feeling, and it encompasses platonic ardor and creative desire. i admire every single person listed for so many different reasons, and cherish and treasure them or what they provide to the community. love is such an important and broad experience. truly, i hope they feel adored every single day x

[jawnjendes]

shawn meets... | isabella

SUMMARY: in the life of a rockstar, shawn mendes comes across some unique people. sometimes, things stray from the norm. (AU, shawn x every one of my oc’s)(continuation/spin off of goth gf)

AN: time for a new oc! and by NEW i mean, new to yall,,, ive had this oc since i was 15

***let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist

previous chapter 

isabella’s origin story not available | isabella’s playlist | masterlist

Out of all the places he’s been to, London seemed to bring the most interesting people to Shawn’s already interesting life. He couldn’t tell if it was because he was an international singing sensation, or because of his own strange luck. Was his college life this weird with people?

College… it felt like somebody else’s life. It had been a few years since he walked through the massive campus, but there were still days that Shawn found himself missing that life. He especially missed it these days because he still had Brian in that life. Not to mention it was all mundane and normal. A number of people knew Shawn, but it was not the colossal amount that knew him now. Back then, he could go to a karaoke bar and get as trashed as he wanted, and the only consequence would be a killer hangover. Back then, he would be going to a karaoke bar with his best friend.

These last few months were a grieving period. Shawn hadn't planned on taking time off, but the funeral was the last straw. Hearing the broken wails of Brian's mother as the casket was lowered into the ground was all too much. He couldn't handle the guilt that sat on his shoulders, or the grief that weight down on his chest. He couldn't look his friend's family in the eyes and say it was his fault why their son was dead. So time off was taken, and a tour was canceled, and much therapy was had.

Now, four months later, Shawn was getting back into the swing of things. He was back in London with the intention of songwriting and possibly some recording. His mind was still cloudy and his chest was still heavy, but he was deemed functional enough by Andrew and his therapist.

However, Shawn couldn't wander the streets alone. That was the case ever since his first fan mobbing in Los Angeles a few years ago. More recently, ever since the girl who bruised Shawn’s wrist happened, Jake had to be at his side at all times. Even at a crowded karaoke bar where his face blended with everyone else under the dim lights, and where everyone focused on the person singing onstage.

Shawn looked down at his right wrist. The bruises were long gone, and he could still play guitar just as he did before. The thought of never playing again gave him an uncomfortable chill. He couldn't be thinking about that, not when worse things had happened. Brian was the one who pointed out how odd and nonhuman that girl was. Shawn wouldn't have been able to figure out the truth about her and her employer. He really needed the karaoke bar tonight.

At least Jake was considerate enough to sit a couple of stools away from Shawn, giving him the illusion that he was here by himself. He nursed his beer and scanned the room, not really listening to the karaoke host introduce the next singer. Shawn was not really sure what he was looking for here. He chatted with the handsome, blond bartender, but he got busy with the night rush. All Shawn knew was that he didn’t want to be stuck alone in a hotel room, and he really didn’t want to be around more people who would share their condolences and fond memories of someone they hardly knew. It wasn’t until he heard a familiar song play on the speakers did Shawn finally focus on the stage.

If it was his own song, Shawn would have had to leave the bar. But it was Niall’s On My Own, making Shawn briefly consider texting the Irish singer to see what he’s up to tonight. However, he quickly zeroed in on the girl singing, and he started to wonder if he really did have a type.

She had short, choppy black hair, like she had cut it herself. These round purple sunglasses hung on the bridge of her nose, and it was the only thing that stood out from her all black ensemble: a low cut tank top, ripped jeans, and Converse high tops. She moved animatedly around the stage, that short hair bouncing and getting disheveled. She didn’t seem to care about how she looked.

Shawn turned back to Jake and gave him that look. “Are you seeing this?” Jake merely gave him a thumbs up.

The other thing about this girl was her voice. Every person that sang before here was… not good. This girl had a strong, rich voice. She could give Niall a run for his money with all the runs she threw into his song. She was talented. Shawn hadn’t heard a voice like that since he heard Bella Santiago sing in person for the first time. (Still a shame that girl won’t accept any record deal she was offered.)

Everyone in the bar seemed to like this girl too. The crowd roared with applause and cheers when she hit the bridge of the song. Shawn bopped his head along to the beat, feeling a genuine smile on his face for the first time in weeks. He clapped as hard as he could when the song ended, but then his heart dropped as he saw this girl walk off the stage and head for the bar. He turned to face the bartender, but looked down at his half empty bottle. His heart nearly stopped when the girl took the empty stool next to him.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t a British accent that came out of her. At least, not a noticeable one. She sounded more American than anything else.

“Thanks, Seth,” she said to the bartender as he seemed to make a Blue Moon magically appear out of nowhere. “What’d you think?”

“Showing everyone how it’s done, like always.” He winked.

She giggled. “We getting outta here soon?”

“After last call, won't be long now."

Shawn felt a blow in his stomach. She was here with the bartender. Well, time to call it a night.

Then, there was something like magic. Shawn had turned towards Jake to signal him to get out of here, but there was a tap on his shoulder. He turned back around to find the girl looking at him.

“I sat here for a reason, you know,” she said, eyebrows raised.

Magic!

Shawn grinned. “That reason being?”

“Handsome chap, alone in a bar? Too good to be true, so I had to investigate. You here alone, mysterious stranger? I mean, apart from your bodyguard, of course.” She took a gulp from her beer.

Shawn was thrown off by that entire string of words. He couldn’t even try to play dumb. “How did you-”

“He’s had that protective look in his eyes since I sat down,” she explained. “And I know protection like nobody’s business.”

“Oh, you’re a bodyguard, eh?” Shawn asked, his eyes shamelessly trailing down her petite body. Yes, it was an excuse to look at the decent amount cleavage she had going on.

“Eh?” she repeated with a chuckle. “What, are you Canadian or something?” She laughed like it was such a ridiculous thought.

He blinked. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

The girl laughed even more, her eyes squinting. “Are you joking? Canada’s not real!”

Maybe she had a few too many drinks. Shawn watched her with a polite grin as she hiccuped.

“You’re alright, mysterious stranger.” She held out her hand. “Isabella Montgomery.”

“Nice to meet you,” Shawn said as he shook her hand. For someone who just danced around onstage, her hand was quite chilly.

She quirked a dark eyebrow. “Gonna stick with the mysterious stranger thing, are you? Suit yourself.”

Either she recognized him and pretended like she didn’t or… she just didn’t recognize him. Whatever the case, Shawn was perfectly content with being a stranger tonight.

“You gonna sing tonight?” Isabella asked him.

“Oh no, I’m not drunk enough for that,” he said. “Besides, I don’t think I could follow up the show you just put on.”

She smiled. “You’re probably right. But I’ve got the smallest feeling you might be an alright singer.”

Okay, she definitely recognized him.

“I don’t really want the attention on me tonight,” he admitted.

Isabella nodded understandingly. “I see. Well, would you wanna get outta here?”

The two of them looked at each other for a split second. Shawn was quite forward himself, but he wasn’t that quick. Not to mention, he just overheard her make plans with Seth the bartender.

“To another pub,” Isabella hastily corrected. “There’s a place my friend over here and I are gonna head to. You wanna come along?”

“Oh!” Shawn felt a little more delighted now that she clarified the bartender situation. “Yeah, I’ll go with you. Where's this place at?”

Isabella licked her lips and grinned. She looked for her bartender friend, who just announced last call on the microphone. When he returned to his post, Isabella waved him over.

“Yes, my dear?” Seth asked.

“My new mysterious mate wants to come with us,” she told him.

“Oh, does he? Think he can handle it?”

“I can handle it,” Shawn piped up. “What kinda place is it, anyway?”

Isabella and Seth shared a look, silently communicating. Then, they both turned back to the mysterious stranger.

“It’s, er, a nerdy… type of place,” Isabella explained slowly. “People cosplay�� Dungeons and Dragons type of things. They take it very seriously, won’t even break character if you talk to them. It’s a weird environment, but it’s fun nonetheless.”

Shawn nodded as he took in the information. Wouldn’t be the first nerd-themed place he’s been too. But it has been a while. “I’m down. Sounds fun.”

“There’s karaoke there too,” Seth added. “And, we can promise that you will continue being a mysterious stranger while we’re there.”

A karaoke bar where no one will recognize him? Sounds like a dream.

“Let’s do it,” he told his new friends.

This nerd bar was hidden. The shelf behind the bar was actually a secret door. Seth pushed it open with surprising ease while Isabella hopped over the bar. Shawn looked at Jake, who didn’t seem suspicious or hesitant. Yet.

Seth let the others pass through first before shutting the shelf door behind him. Then, Isabella led them down a hallway lit by dim blue lights. She pushed open another door, revealing a bar that was much darker than the previous one. It felt more like a nightclub.

Shawn could barely make out people wearing long colorful robes, dancing under the strobe lights. Definitely nerd space. An unrecognizable song was blaring over the speakers. As Shawn tried to figure out what exactly the lyrics were saying, Isabella nudged him.

“I’ll sign us up for karaoke!” she yelled over the music.

“Wait-” he tried to say, nerves building up in his stomach.

��You’re singing with me no matter what!”

And she disappeared towards the stage.

Before Shawn could stop her, Seth came in for the distraction. He pulled Shawn over to the bar and ordered something for the three of them. Soon enough, there were shot glasses lined up along the surface of the bar, and Isabella had found the boys.

“Oh, fuck yeah!”

Each of them grabbed their tiny glass. Shawn looked around for his guard, now nervous about being left alone, but he found Jake in the far corner of the club. Watching. Waiting. Unbothered.

That was enough for Shawn to down one, two, three shots of whatever the fuck with these people. He felt fire in his veins, euphoria surrounding him. Everything he was previously worried about didn’t matter anymore.

“We’re gonna sing Panic!” Isabella told him at some point.

“Can’t wait!”

Next thing he knew, Shawn was onstage in front of a massive group of nerds, High Hopes blaring on the speakers. Isabella was next to him, microphone in hand as she belted out the beginning of the song with her killer voice.

Shawn took over the first verse, and the two of them harmonized wonderfully. At least, with the alcohol in his system, it felt that way. The two of them danced around on stage like fools, not caring about looking cool or composed or even trying to sing well. Isabella sounded naturally good, though. She messed up her hair and nearly tripped on her feet a few times, but man could that girl carry a tune.

“Had to have high, high hopes for a living Didn’t know how, but I always had a feeling I was going to be that one in a million Always had high, high hopes”

It was liberating. It was spiritually healing. It was different than performing in an arena of thousands of people. He could just be silly and not have to put on his tour persona.

They only sang one song, but it was enough for Shawn to feel something other than the crushing grief that was frequently on his shoulders. He felt good, almost happy. He danced with these strangers and drank some more. He saw pretty lights dancing around the ceiling, he could almost see the stars and the moon through it too. It was magical, to say the least.

"Guys, I'm getting hungry!" Isabella exclaimed after a while.

"Well, I'm getting tired!" Seth told her. "What about you, mysterious stranger?"

"Fooooooood!"

The three of them (Jake in tow, of course) left the way they came in. Seth pushed open the shelf door and let the others through. Shawn's ears were ringing once he was back in the quiet, but there was still adrenaline coursing through his system. He wasn't ready for the night to be over.

But Seth was. He stretched his long arms over his head and yawned once all of them were out in the humid night. “I’m out for the night, lads. It was cool hanging out with you, stranger.”

“You too, brother,” Shawn said, clasping his shoulder.

Seth then turned to Isabella. “I’ll see you at home?”

“See you at home,” she confirmed.

Then, Seth stalked off down the street, practically disappearing into a dark alley. There was a cracking sound that broke the quiet night, but Shawn wasn’t exactly preoccupied with that.

"Where we gonna eat?" he asked Isabella.

However, Jake stepped in. "We should really get going. It's late enough as it is."

"But I'm hungry!" Shawn whined.

"Yeah, the boy is hungry!" Isabella assertively repeated, placing her hands on her hips. "Can't let him starve now, can we? There's a burger joint down the road, 's not that far."

The two of them stared down the bodyguard. He usually took Shawn away from the fun despite the singer's protests. It was always because they had something to do or somewhere to be the next day, but there were still a couple of days left before the demands came back… before the prominent absence of a certain Brian made itself known yet again. Shawn wanted to savor this time, drunk or not.

Jake seemed to realize this as well, because he suddenly approved. “Alright. You eat, and then it’s back to the hotel.”

Isabella bounced on her feet. “Sweet! Let’s go!”

She linked her arm with Shawn’s and led him literally ten steps up the road. The burger joint was empty apart from the cashier working the graveyard shift. Jake went to sit at the booth in the corner, continuing to do his job.

“God, I’m dying for a veggie burger,” Isabella said, looking up at the menu.

“Are the garlic fries any good?” Shawn asked.

“Wouldn’t know, I have a garlic allergy.”

He looked at her, surprised. “Shouldn’t we go somewhere else? What if your food touches garlic?”

She waved it off. “I don’t have severe reactions or anything. And I’ve been here loads of time. Trust me, it’s safe.”

Well, if she knows her own body… The two of them ordered, and Shawn made sure to keep the allergen out of his meal as well. Then, they sat down two booths ahead of Jake, still keeping the illusion that Shawn was out and about on his own.

Under the much brighter lights of this establishment, Shawn could make out Isabella’s face a little more. She had the babiest baby face a person could have. If they hadn’t met in a bar, Shawn would have thought she was a teenager. The pink blush on Isabella’s cheeks only added to that. Maybe she had used a fake ID at the bar… she could actually be a teenager.

Isabella caught him staring, and immediately knew what was on his mind. “I’m twenty-four, just so you know.”

“Oh, I wasn’t-” he tried to say.

“Lots of people give me that look. You know how many clients of mine think I’m an intern?”

Shawn blinked slowly, his hazy mind still processing what she just said. “Um, what is it that you do?”

“I’m a lawyer for muuu- ah, uh - immigration lawyer.” She grinned nonchalantly.

“That’s awesome,” Shawn said.

“Yeah, a few years back I volunteered my services when people in the States were being wrongfully detained at various airports,” she explained. “I got hired by a law firm in New York, so I lived there for a bit.”

Shawn was impressed, but he thought about exactly how long ago those events took place. He was still a little weary about Isabella and her age, so he counted backwards on his fingers. However, the math got difficult and fuzzy in his still inebriated mind, so he took her word for it.

“I promise you I’m older than I look,” Isabella said with a laugh. Then, she turned serious. “Can I be honest with you?”

He nodded rapidly, numbers still flying around in his head.

“I know you’re not just a mysterious stranger,” she admitted. “I know who you are.”

His eyes widened a little bit. Was this another disturbed fan interaction? Oh god, maybe he should have listened to Jake and gone back to the hotel.

“You performed at Sapphire Lilith’s birthday party,” Isabella clarified, seeing the look on his face. “I was there.”

“Oh,” Shawn said, his shoulders relaxing. “Yeah. I performed at her house.” And he spent a blissful week with Sapphire, only to result in her ghosting him and the death of his best friend. He cleared his throat as that memory came to mind. “How do you know Sapphire?”

“Her parents died few years ago and she needed me to look over their wills,” Isabella said casually. “Oh, and she got robbed a few times and needed to me look into the legal part of it.”

Shawn tilted his head. “But aren’t you an immigration lawyer?”

“Yeah. We also went to the same sleepaway school years ago.” She shrugged. “Uniforms for girls were pink, but you would never catch me in that shit. I spray painted my dresses black and wore sneakers. I got in so much trouble.”

“Wow. Got ourselves a rebel here.” He chuckled, his hand sliding across the table.

Isabella was faster than him. A single blink later, and she was standing. “I think our order is ready.”

Something fell out of her pocket, making a small clattering noise. Shawn immediately reached down to pick up the item, only to be confused at what it was.

“You dropped your… wand?”

He didn’t even get a good look at the dark wood before Isabella snatched it out of his hand and shoved it back into her pocket. Her eyes were suspiciously wide again.

“I, uh, I love Henry Popper. Be right back!”

As Isabella went to the cashier, Shawn looked back at Jake two booths behind. He seemed more confused than suspicious. Or, spaced out. His eyes were staring back at the guy he was supposed to be guarding, but it didn’t look like he had processed anything that just happened.

Then, Isabella came back to the table, non-too-gently setting their tray down on the table. The noise was loud enough to make Shawn jump and face her again.

“Sorry for freaking out,” she said, somber.

“It’s okay. Hey, I love Harry Potter too,” he replied. “I’m obsessed. Did you get your wand at Universal?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m a Gryffindor.”

“Me too!”

Isabella pointedly grinned and tilted her head. “Really? You give off big Hufflepuff energy.”

“Why does everyone say that?” Shawn chuckled before taking a bite of his burger.

“Because it’s true?”

“And how would you know that?”

“Who has the wand between the two of us? And don’t talk with your mouth full!”

Shawn playfully narrowed his eyes as he chewed and swallowed. “Didn’t realize I was talking to the queen of all things Harry Potter!”

Isabella chuckled. “You could say he’s like a friend to me. As a matter of fact, I saw him yesterday when he came round for tea.”

That got a laugh out of him. Any worry he had about this girl was now gone. He would much rather be here than be alone with his thoughts in a hotel room. How often does he get a genuine conversation like this anyway? How often does he get the time to talk to anyone and form one-on-one connections?

He was doing exactly what he wanted to do: make music and perform it. Six years ago, Shawn had no idea what it would cost to be able to do this. When was the last time he had spoken to any of his friends? His family? He looked down at his meal, suddenly not very hungry.

“Hey!” Isabella said, lightly tapping his arm. “Don’t get sad on me now! Am I really that depressing to be around?”

“Of course not,” Shawn said without missing a beat. “And I’m not sad.”

“Please, you reek of stress, loss, and…” She sniffed the air. “Guilt?”

Shawn scrunched his brows, pretending like he was not just attacked. “Where do you get all that from?”

She coughed. “Just a guess. I imagine, being a mysterious stranger, it’s hard to come by actual friends.”

That was something he could talk about without getting too deep into his drunken feelings. “I… yeah. People define you by what you are on the outside and see nothing else. Don’t even take the time to see what’s inside, in your heart.”

Isabella was playing with her fries. “I know what that’s like. All I’ve ever been is a blood sucking parasite with a wand. Doing what you know you’re destined to do comes with a lot of sacrifices.”

“Absolutely,” Shawn agreed. His own cave of regrets came to mind, but he wasn’t drunk enough to share any of them.

next chapter

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[taetae-tea]

The One (Part III)

Part II <- Part III –> Part IV

Genre: Hybrid!Taehyung, Fluff, Angst, slight smut 

Paring: TaehyungXreader

Word-count: 3,3K

Warnings: Abuse, unjust, anxiety, force, animalistic feelings, panic-attacks, indication of mating, a dilemma to chose between heart or mind

Summary: You’ve never liked the idea of hybrids, since it’s straight up abuse from a owner to a hybrid, they aren’t treated like humans. But what happens when your boss gave you a hybrid as a gift?

A/N: SORRY FOR THE WAIT I HOPE YALL DIDN’T FORGET ME. I legit just wrote and edited this part in 2 hours, I’ve never written something this fast lol. ALSO 1,8K y'all, fkn amazing, LOVE YOU PEEPS<3

Masterlist

‘Number 5, what was the 13th rule of our enactment?’

Taehyung shot his eyes up to the dangerous and furious looking man, though he hadn’t done anything to upset him. Everything he did was wrong in their eyes, everything needed to be trained to the fullest. If you exactly did as they told you to do, you still had to improve. Everything could be improved. Nothing was good enough for the human’s needs. Nothing. If you scored a 100% on your final test, you still would be having a long training after. They do everything to brainwash the hybrids to the point they had forgotten their own name and then became numbers in the system.

‘Always call your owner ‘master’, but anything can be indicated if they’d prefered something else.’

‘that’s right, number 5, I think you may be ready for your second home.’

Taehyung’s eyes began to widen even more. This would be indeed the second time he would be go to a house he didn’t know, didn’t want or need, but needed to go anyways. At first, 3 years ago to be exactly, he had questioned himself a lot. Why did he for god’s sake participate to this? Why hadn’t he read the contract for a second time? It would’ve been life-changing.

‘You will be send to your new home tomorrow, so pack your clothes.’

‘No!’

Your eyes yanked open as you immediately sat straight up in your bed, shocked by the hard sound coming from your house. You tried to recall the noise and after you remembered, you immediately sprang up from your bed to ran to Taehyung’s room, scared to what happened to him. What if he got hurt? You will never stop blaming yourself if that’s true.

You opened his bedroom door and you see Taehyung all crawled up into a ball, tail surrounding his legs and ears uncomfortably twitching around. He looks scared and more scared when he noticed your presence. You cock your head to the side, inspecting his figure. You knew that nothing had hurt him and that he most likely had a bad dream. But the way he looks so alone and sad, got you questioning what the dream was about.

You nonetheless let out a sigh of relievement. You walk up to his still scared-looking figure and you felt how he came only more on the end as he looks into your eyes. Though you wanted to stop walking up to him, not wanting to scare him off more, something told you that it was okay. He needed comfort, so you could at least give him that.

You sit down beside him, eyes still on his as you let a little smile slip from your lips. Immediately, the thick atmosphere calmed down and became a lot more lighter. He felt relieved being in your presence after such a dream. He actually has been having these dreams a lot this past year after his last owner. It felt as if his body and body began to resist against this torturous living.

‘Are you okay?’ You softly ask as your hand went up to his arm around his knees, electricity immediately shooting through your bodies and warmth spreading along. You felt the affection, of course, but this time it was in a more relaxing way. You see and feel it in his whole body, how his in- and exhales became slower and his posture relaxed along. You had such a big affection on him and it made him happy knowing he could have such a person in his life. The only thing that makes him scared about it, is that you may not want it that way and that you maybe even abandon him, like all those other horrible humans did to him after they grew tired of him.

You frown as you could feel a certain gloomy feeling inside of your body, as if something within you is dragging you along in a dark pit in their mind. You feel scared, sad and uncertain at the same time. Why? It’s not you, for sure, so it must be Taehyung feeling so sad. Why does he feel sad like this? It was only 5 hours ago that he was climbing above you and wanting to fuck you on the couch, what happened in his dream?

‘Don’t you worry about me ___, I’m okay now.’

‘How-?’

‘I can feel it.’ He says bluntly as his tail now untangled around his legs. You frown again upon questioning what he meant, making him grin a little. He somewhat found you so adorably when you had so much questions, so clueless and innocent. It’s what makes you precious to him. You are a hard woman, though your cluelessness always shows off the more soft side of you. You are like a open-book to him, so readable for him.

‘We are mates from each other, remember? I can feel every emotion you go through, though it’s not that big in humans to feel what we feel.

‘I ready have to do my research.’ You sigh, smiling to yourself. It makes you happy for some reason, when he talks about you being his mate. It’s no denying it now, you like it beyond believe. It’s obvious when you feel your reaction towards his touches, of course you like it. But the question is, do you want it? Do you want this to be your reality? It’s more complicated even when you think about your family, friend and colleagues. Yeah I got a hybrid and found out we were mated so now we are married? It’s not something so simple, you may be mated together, but it will not mean you can just let it become your life like that.

Immediately you feel him becoming more sad again and upon knowing he will probably feel what you’re thinking, you immediately let go of his arm. You look down at you lap as you didn’t know wether to go away or to stay and watch him for a little. Taehyung also looks down at his lap. He feels sad to know you are so nescient from what you really want, your true feelings. If it were to him, he wouldn’t want to have anyone else in his life beside his own mate, but humans are still different and he has learned to accept that a long time ago already, but he couldn’t stop himself from getting disappointed in you. The only thing he could do is to get you to fall in love with him even more, manipulating your choice.

‘Can you stay with me tonight?’

The question filled the air and eventually your ears. You look up at him, yaw clenched. You don’t know if it’s the best idea in such an unstable mindset. Taehyung picks up on your hesitation, so his hand went up to your arms this time and gave it a small squish in a comforting way. Again, as always, warmth spread through your body and you almost began to lean into his touch, but worked against it as you again look down at your lap.

‘Please?’

“Okay.’

How could you ever refuse Taehyung? He will get anything out of you whatever he would want, that kind of power he has over you. And you know it’s not in a bad way, because you knew that mates wouldn’t want to do anything wrong with their own significant other, never.

Taehyung placed himself further towards the edge of his single-bed and waited for you to join him. You stood up and grabbed the edge of the blanket, scooping it to the side and placing yourself on the bed before closing the blankets around you again. You felt his warmth lurking on the covers and his eyes were strictly focused on your doings. His presence became a bit too much for a second, your senses being too affected and just wanting to have him already, to be his and for him to be yours.

You turn around to face the door, wanting to focus on something different and you felt yourself hesitating on walking out of that very same door. It was at that moment that Taehyung slipped his arms around your waist and his head got buried in the crook of your neck, leaving no space between your bodies. You felt by the way his heart was pounding and his nose was sniffing, that he felt very affected by your presence as well. Though all the signals of wanting to be mated right now, you kept yourself focused on what is really important and to think about what is right in this situation.

‘I love you Y/N, you’re mine, all mine.’ He whispered before his tail began to find their way around your leg. You gulped slightly and you knew it was now or never to walk away. Because if you stay there, you just knew this would be the moment that you will get mated with him. No, you can’t, it isn’t right ___, get out of there now.

You pushed away from his arms that had held onto you and stood up. You almost began to speed-run out of his room, leaving Taehyung empty and alone. You could feel the sadness rising within you and you knew it was from Taehyung who was now really scared that you may leave him. Every single nerve in your system tries to stop your movements, to walk back to the one that makes you whole. The one that is really important in your life, but no. Your head gets the best of you and leads you straight to your own covers.

‘Fuck, I really need to be quick to find him a save place.’

That night, was a sleepless night of wonders. Everything could go wrong at this point. You saw how much you want to be close with him, you body and you senses. It makes you scared, knowing how much he effects you and you actually don’t want any of it. The more you think about the way your head began to spin around in his arms, the more it made you so scared.

You’ve actually never felt any hatred towards the thought of marriage, commitment or any of that kind, but when it comes so close in such a dazzling way, it got you so lost in your own thoughts. You don’t know to who you should talk either. Your parents is already a No No, they will never understand by their old-fashioned ways. Maybe your friend, Iris, would understand. But when you would place yourself in her position, you would only be weirded out about it. It has no use talking to anyone, not when they don’t understand you and have felt the way you feel.

That got you an idea, maybe you should look up someone who has experienced the same thing. So, that’s exactly what your plans were today. You’d been hunting down hybrid/human-mates and had found only 2 online. You tried to contact them and after an hour or so, you got a reply from the first couple you had tried to reach out to.

Unknown: Hey! It’s Emma. You’ve tried to contact me today through my email, so here I am! :) You said you had a few questions about the whole mate thing, ask me anything.

You smile as the message came up on your screen. You excitingly open the message and after you had read it, you began to type your main question. 

You were still in your room and hadn’t left it since you came to the kitchen for breakfast and to prepare for the both of you and Taehyung. You were relieved to see an empty living-room and knew from that point on that Taehyung wasn’t planning to come out very soon either. You somehow knew he felt as shitty as you, so meeting you today probably wasn’t on his list.

You: Hallo I’m ___ :)) I indeed have some questions about the whole mating process. I’ve recently found out that I’ve been mated with my own hybrid and i am now deciding on wether to really commit to this relationship or not.

It didn’t take Emma very long until she would be replying to you.

Emma: Ahh, I totally understand why you are questioning yourself like that, I have had the same problem. I have to be truthful with you of course, so I have to say that this is a huge commitment to be honest.

You: Is it very hard?

Emma: No, not very hard, it’s just really different. It’s in the beginning very weird, because you’re now a 100% aware of your mate, his thought and doings. It even came to the point where I could feel where he was out and about, I just sensed it, as if I became some hybrid too. But it wasn’t bad, I felt very secure knowing what was going on with him and he feels the same about it.

You: What kind of hybrid is your mate?

Emma: A panther

You smiled slightly, happy that you have a similar kind of hybrid.

You: I have a lion :)

Emma: Oh! That’s so similar.

Emma: So, now talking about you, have you already felt the urge to be with him? I can remember that my senses went crazy every time he came closer to me.

You: Yeah, I go completely insane every time he touches me or anything. Like last night, he hugged me under the covers and I just felt like running away, which I did. That’s why I contacted you, because I just needed some kind of advise hehe.

Emma: Wohh, you’re deep in already. But, besides all the feelings inside of you, I think you really need to think if this is worth it. Because, after the mating process, your mate will not be able to stay away from you for max. 5 hours a day. Like I noticed, he will just go wherever I am and drag me home only to cuddle me and saying that he missed me.

You sigh as you sadly look down at the message. That confirms your exact thoughts. Committing to this relationship means to just give up on your job. Though it’s a fucked up place, it still pays well. You can’t afford to lose this job, this house and your normal healthy life.

You: Thank you for your advise :) I’ll try to figure it out myself now.

Emma: Okayy. But, if I really could give you an advise, I would do it, nonetheless your circumstances.

You: Why so?

Emma: It’s worth it. I’ve never been so happy in my life.

You: Hmm, I will think about it, thank you again. Goodbye! xx

And with that you locked your phone and threw it somewhere on your bed as you fall down with your head on the pillows. This conversation hadn’t helped for any little bit. You’re still conflicted. She says you have to do a lot to commit to this relationship, but it’s still worth it. What if it’s really worth your job, your living and house? What if all that doesn’t matter and real love is really stronger than that, like those cliché series they always show at 10 am.

Suddenly, the hairs on your arms sprang up as goosebumps covered your skin. You felt your heart suddenly race, but to what was unknown. It was only when you heard a knock on your door that you knew what the unpleasant feeling was about. You slowly stand up and walk up to find Taehyung standing there, looking down at his feet but ears and tail twitching around. He feels nervous and anxious to your reaction to his presence.

After he got to know that he made you scared last night, because of the feeling he had created between the both of you, he didn’t dare to cause any more disturbance within you. It at first was his plan to manipulate your feelings like that, but when he felt your racing heart and changing mood, he knew he went through a mistake. He just couldn’t help himself, when he knows he is on the edge of losing you. He had felt how much of hesitation you felt, conflicting what to do, he just wanted to show you more and more of his love to you. But appearanly it didn’t end up so well on your side and you began to run off.

He was, right at that moment, scared and anxious to what your further actions will hold. If you will abandon him and he could swear he heard you saying ‘ really need to be quick to find him a save place’ In his head and maybe it was just an illusion, but those words got the best of him and had lingered inside his head. So, after contemplating on confronting you about it, he finally did so.

‘Yes?’ You say with a quiet voice, trying to find his eyes to look if there may be something wrong. Of course, there is something wrong, it’s obvious, but you just need a confirmation nothing had happened during your stay in your room, like a nightmare or any of that kind.

‘Do you really plan on throwing me out of the house?’

His voice sounds broken and scared. Your heart sank right on that moment and your senses told you to to hug and caress him. But like always, your mind took the first step.

‘I-I don’t know yet.’

His eyes shot up to yours and you could see how noticeably red they were. You couldn’t decide on wether it were old tears or new, but whatever it was, it was you who caused them and that crushed your insides. Taehyung doesn’t deserve this kind of treatment, you don’t deserve him.

‘You don’t know? So you are really hesitating on throwing me out? Your own mate? You can’t leave me like this ___, I will not be able to bare it to stay away from you.’

He began to rant and tears again streamed down his face as he couldn’t stop himself but to speak his mind. You can’t do this, you aren’t able to look dead in his eyes while he is so broken in front of you, not when you can literally feel all of his emotions. It losenes up your own emotions and tears aren’t failing but to also stream down your own face as you just listen to his words.

‘___, don’t leave me, please, I need you with me otherwise I’ll go through hell all over again, not again ___, I can-‘

You step forward and slipped your arms around his torso as you burry your head against his chest firmly. He didn’t show any hesitation and closed his arms around your smaller form, almost trembling. You stay like this for a long while, both crying in each others arms as emotions flew through the air.

’Taehyung, how in heaven’s sake can I commit to this relationship, tell me.’

‘Please ___, I know that it’s a hard decision.’

‘You don’t understand.’

‘I do.’

‘Of course you do.’

The both of you silenced for a second, but never broke away from the hug you two shared, but thinking.

‘I want to be with you, marry you, have kids with you, go to thin and thick with you. Everything ___-’

‘Give me 2 days, 2 days to let me think about it all. Don’t force me, don’t try and effect my answer because we both know you will win it that way. I want to solve this problem with a proper mind-set.’ You say as you look up at his beautiful eyes, twinkling by just the mere touch of your hand on his back, torso against yours.

‘Okay ___, I’ll wait.’

Hope you liked it! 

[astronomyparkers]

Skyline {VII}

Warnings: Language, panic attack

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: Guys!!!! This is the last part of Skyline.  Like, for real this time.  I’m so sad to see it end, but I’m also so happy that it’s had such success, and I can’t thank you guys enough for that.  You are all so so wonderful, and you have all my love.  As usual, I want to give a shout out to Zoe and Jen for reading my drafts and helping me edit and brainstorm, as well as encouraging me to write.  As for all of you, I hope you’ll forgive me for all the angst that I’ve hit you guys with (remember when Skyline was self-indulgent fluff lmao), and I really hope this makes up for it a bit.  In other news, tonight is the Spidereyhes Sleepover!!!!!!!!  All the info on the sleepover can be found here, as well as info about the livestream, which will start at 7pm PST.  I’ll post the link on here!! Zoe, Jen, and I will be discussing all kinds of things, answering questions, and talking about Skyline, so be sure to drop by!!! Also, if you have any questions about Skyline or anything else that you want answered, send it in!!!! It’s not too late yall.  Again, thank you so much, and I hope you’ve enjoyed Skyline as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.

skyline: a mixtape

{masterlist}

{part i} {part ii} {part iii} {part iv} {part v}  {part VI}

Sitting up in your bed, you stared at the window, not sure of how to react to seeing Spider-Man’s masked face through the glass.  Throwing back your covers, you quietly walked over to the window, grabbing a hoodie that Peter had lent you as you passed your desk.  Sliding the glass panel up, you climbed out onto the metal fire escape, slipping on and zipping up Peter’s hoodie to protect you from the cold.

The superhero stood where he had first stood, the night he saved your life and blew up Vizzini’s all those months ago.  And there, to his right, were the flower pots that he had tripped over the first time he came back for you.  Those stairs were where you would sit and draw while he watched your fingers fly across the page, amazed at the pictures you created.  Behind him was the railing that you would lean against as you looked at the Queens skyline together.  This fire escape was your entire relationship condensed, the one location where you were allowed to be with each other.  If you used your imagination, you could almost see every single night playing out in front of your eyes.  Spider-Man, with a bendy straw underneath his mask.  Spider-Man, attempting to draw you in the moonlight.  Spider-Man, his hand on your waist and the other in your hair. Spider-Man.

A sound from the masked hero pulled you out of your reverie.  For the first time that night, you looked at him, actually looked at him, instead of picturing what you had already seen.  His shoulders were slumped, almost shaking.  His hands fidgeted, fingers twisting and untwisting in front of him as he stared at you.  You could hear his heavy breathing, hear the shakiness of each gasp; you could hear his pain.

“Spidey…” You take a small step forward.  You were sure that there were boundaries between you two now, but you weren’t sure where they lay. “What’s…what’s wrong?”

“Everything…everything is wrong right now,” Spider-Man took a deep breath and shifted his weight from foot to foot. “I shouldn’t—I know that I shouldn’t have come here, but I—”

“But what?” Your brow furrowed, but you remained frozen in your spot. “What is it?”

“I—” Spider-Man deflated, breath rushing out of him as he hung his head and stared at the ground. “I can’t tell you, Y/N.  I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry.” You deadpanned his words back to him, irritation rising in your words like bile. “You’re sorry?”

“I just—”

“No, you don’t get to ‘just’ anything,” You crossed your arms. “I have been there for you!  I have been nothing but honest with you from day one and you couldn’t return that to me.  And I understand your reasoning, and even if I don’t agree with it, I still understand it.  But you need to understand this, Spider-Man—”

“Y/N—”

“Can you just shut the fuck up for one minute?” You ran your hands through your hair, pushing it out of your face.  As your words became stormier, so did the sky around you, and the wind whipped your hair right back into your eyes. “You need to understand that you can’t pick and choose to be with me when it’s convenient for you.  You can’t expect me to be here for you when you need someone to touch you, but then shut up when I try to actually know you.”

It was hard to tell underneath the mask, but it looked like Spider-Man’s jaw had locked.  Words continued bubbling to the surface of your lips, and you knew that you weren’t being the kindest with those words, but at the same time, you couldn’t make yourself stop from speaking them.  

Once realized, truth demands to be told.

“I was honest with you.  I told you what I wanted, and when I couldn’t have it, I compromised.  And when that compromise stopped working for me, I was honest again.” You pulled Peter’s hoodie tighter against you. “So you don’t get to show up here again and not extend me the same courtesy, okay? Either you’re completely honest with me in what you have to say or—or you leave.  Right now.”

No matter how true the words were, they still hurt you to say.  Not for the first time, you wished that you had never let yourself fall into this position.  If you had just let Spider-Man go that first night, if you never gave him the drawing of the skyline, if you had let your life continue on its regular path, you could just be out here alone.  The stars had always kept you company before, and they could’ve continued to be all you needed, if you hadn’t let yourself be distracted by the hero.  The stars are pretty to look at, but they couldn’t hold you like he did.  The stars couldn’t sound so sweet when they spoke.  The stars couldn’t bring you to the edge of everything you ever wanted.

“It’s not that easy.” Spider-Man shook his head, speaking in a low voice. “You—you don’t have to consider what I have to consider.  Every moment I spend with you, with anyone that means something to me, is another moment that puts you and them at risk.  And I—I love you too much to do that to you.”

“Yet here you are, on my fire escape, putting me at risk.” You gestured to your surroundings. “So either you’re incredibly selfish and you’re okay with putting me at risk just to fuck with my emotions, or you’re lying and that’s your excuse to keep me in the dark.”

“You know what, Y/N? I am selfish.” Spider-Man’s voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. “I’ve been selfish since the first day I met you, but my selfishness is the most honest thing about me.  I should never have let myself get so close to you, but I did.  And it was careless of me, but being around you made me feel honest.  If there was any way for this to work in a way that doesn’t end with you being targeted, I would find it!”

“Do you really expect me to believe—?”

“Yes, I do!” Spider-Man cut you off in anger. “How could you have spent months with me and not believe that I would do anything to be with you?  Anything to protect you?  The only problem is that I can’t do both of those things at the same time!”

“We’re going in circles.” You shook your head, gaze dropping to the ground. “We had this conversation last night, Spider-Man.  We—we finished this.  You left, it was done; why are you back here?”

“I—” You could practically see Spider-Man’s guards go up again. “I needed to talk to someone. And—and you were the only person I wanted to talk to.  But…but I realize that this was a mistake now.  I just…”

“Just what?” You took a step closer again, almost—but not quite—reaching a hand out to touch his arm. You felt like it was summer again, like you had never touched him before.

“I just needed to feel normal,” Spider-Man slumped again. “I failed today and I needed to feel like I didn’t and when I think of normal I think of you.  But it was stupid to come.  I failed at keeping my family out of danger so what do I do?  Show up and put you in danger.”

“What do you mean, you failed at keeping your family out of danger?” Your brain was tired, so tired from the emotions you had experienced in the last twenty-four hours, but you felt like there was something familiar in Spider-Man’s words (although, to be fair, you always felt that way with him.  He was the unattainable stars in the sky and the comforting sense of home at the same time).

“I should have been there today, at the car accident downtown.” Spider-Man’s shoulders began to shake harder, like he was losing all composure. “People died, the people of my city, and they’re my responsibility to keep safe, Y/N.  And—and there were people I cared about there today, and it’s my fault that they—that they were—”

“Spidey, you can’t be everywhere at once,” You fiddled with the too-long sleeves of Peter’s hoodie. “People die every day.  You can’t take everything to heart like this.”

“What if it had been your family down there?” You could hear Spider-Man becoming more hysterical as he talked, his breathing increasing in speed. “Your mom?  Would you really be so forgiving with me right now?”

“I’m sure—”

“You’re sure what? That you would be fine if your loved ones had been murdered today?” Spider-Man pressed a hand to his masked forehead, chest heaving. “I’m the only one who can stop it, Y/N, it’s my responsibility—”

“You can’t take responsibility for every bad thing that happens.” You took a step closer to the hero, cautiously placing a hand on his shoulder for comfort. “You can’t save everyone.  You may be a superhero, but you’re still a teenager.  Today, downtown?  That wasn’t your fault.”

“What about when it is my fault?” You could hear panic rising in Spider-Man’s voice, and could hear him getting choked up.  You realized that, underneath the hero mask, the boy was crying. “There have been so many times, Y/N, where it was my fault!  I wasn’t strong enough or wasn’t fast enough or wasn’t aware enough, I just wasn’t enough!” Spider-Man inhaled deeply, like he was having trouble getting air into his lungs. “You deserve more, and my aunt deserves more, and my friends deserve more, and Queens deserves more, everyone deserved more than—than what I can do, and—”

“Spidey, you have to breathe,” Screw being cautious, you thought, as you placed your hands on Spider-Man’s masked face. “You can’t panic right now, okay?”

“And I want to give you what you want, so, so badly,” Spider-Man’s hands came to rest on top of yours. “So badly, Y/N, I want to give you everything.  But I—I can’t be selfish; I know I am, but I can’t be. When I get close to people they get hurt!  And I can’t watch you die, I just can’t.  I’ve seen so many people die, so many—”

“Spidey, you wouldn’t watch me die, I can handle—” Before you could finish your sentence, Spider-Man twisted out of your grip.  He clutched his chest and backed away, towards the edge of the fire escape.

“I watched my uncle die!  He is dead, because of me!” Spider-Man screamed, unraveling before you. “People die because of me!  They die because I can’t save them, and one day, Y/N, one day I might not be able to save you!  And, God, I can’t fucking breathe in this thing, fuck—”

“Spider-Man—” You watched as the hero’s legs buckled and he fell to his knees before you.  You rushed over, grabbing onto his shoulders as you knelt in front of him.

“Spidey?” You gave him a light shake.  You could feel the heat of his body radiating through his suit, almost burning your palms.

“Is this what you wanted?” Spider-Man kept his gaze trained on the ground. “Is this what you wanted to see?  Because this is me, Y/N.  This is who I am.  I’m—I’m a mess, and I can’t do anything that I need to do, I just let everyone down, and, fuck—” Spider-Man reached up and tore of his mask, tossing it to the side. Peter Parker’s tear stained looked up at you. “Is this what you wanted?”

Your hands automatically released Spider-Man’s—no, Peter’s—shoulders in shock.  You stared into the brown eyes of your friend.  For the first time that night, you had no idea what to say, what to think, what to feel.  All you could do was stare.

“Y/N,” Peter’s shaky, panic filled voice called to you. “Y/N, I know you’re disappointed it’s me, but—but please say something.”

You reached a hand out slowly, just like you had the night you first kissed the boy in front of you. It seemed obvious who he was now; you stared at those lips all day long, kissed them at night—how had you not knows?

Softly, your hand landed on Peter’s cheek.  You wiped away some of his tears with your thumb as the boy hiccupped, looking at you with uncertain eyes.

“Peter.” You addressed the hero by his real name for the first time.  Peter.  Of course it was Peter.  There was never anyone else that it could have been, no one else who could have made you feel everything you felt in that moment.  Of course he was the stars.  Of course he was home.

“Peter,” You began again, softly but firmly. “Nothing about you will ever disappoint me.”

Peter squeezed his eyes shut as more tears slipped out, and he bowed his head.  He sniffed loudly as you leaned in, placing your forehead against his.

“Do you hear me?” You waited until the boy opened his eyes and returned your gaze. “You’ve never let me down, Peter, and you have never disappointed me.  It makes me sad that you waited so long to tell me, and it makes me sad that you don’t think you’re good enough, but don’t think, not even for one second, that I’m sad it’s you.  Because I’m not.”

“I—” Peter took a shaky breath. “I was scared to tell you it was me.  Because—because we never talked before, and I thought you would prefer Spider-Man over—over Peter Parker.”

“You thought I would prefer someone who had to keep me a secret?” You pressed your forehead against Peter’s a little harder, reinforcing your words. “You thought I would prefer someone who could never truly be honest with me?  You and Spider-Man are the same person.  I liked both of you, but—”

“But?” Peter questioned softly, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek.

“But I could only ever love one of you.” You exhaled shakily. “And that’s you, Peter.  It could only ever be you.”

You sat in silence for a moment, both of you cradling the other’s face, neither wanting to let go. Where did you go from here?

“Y/N,” Peter muttered softly, breaking into your thoughts. “Do you…do you trust me?”

A small smile played on your lips as you registered his words, and remembered the last time he had spoken them, the last time you had been this close. “Yes.”

Peter tilted his head to the left, slowly closing what little distance was left between your lips.

You had kissed Peter many times before, but knowing it was Peter made it feel different.  Now, when you came together, it didn’t feel so much like falling as it did flying.  There was no fear of hitting the ground and no worry about the aftermath; there was only soft and love and soaring and Peter. Always Peter.

Your hands moved from his face to his hair, tangling in his light and loose curls as you pulled back.  Peter’s grasp, in turn, travelled from your cheeks to your waist, pulling you closer and tighter than he ever had before.

You sat like that for what felt like hours, just holding each other.  Occasionally, someone’s hand would shift position, exploring a new area.  Your right index finger traced the outline of Peter’s lips as his hand rubbed down your back, trailing over your spine.  A few minutes later, he repeated the action under your (his) hoodie, then repeated it again under your shirt.  Your hands rubbed down Peter’s arms, lips resting on his shoulder.  Touch after touch, both of you explored each other’s bodies, getting to know the terrain of the person in front of you.

The territory was old, but each touch felt new.  You had felt Spider-Man before, but you had never felt Peter.  Peter had never felt you.  Despite the fact that he still wore the suit, every brush against you and every calculated movement felt different.

Before you knew it, the sun began to peak over the Queens skyline, tinting the horizon a shade lighter.  You ran your hands through Peter’s hair as you watched, mesmerized.

“I have something for you,” Peter whispered, squeezing your waist one last time before letting go. He reached underneath one of his web shooters and withdrew a scrap of paper you hadn’t noticed before. “You drew me a lot of things, but this one was always my favourite.  I wanted you to know.”

Peter handed you the paper, which you carefully unfolded and tried to smooth before your eyes focused on the drawing in the moonlight.

It was your original sketch of the Queens skyline, worn and smudged but definitely your drawing.

“Why—?”

“Flip it over,” Peter instructed with a small smile, nervous blush colouring his cheeks.

You did as you were told, turning the sheet of paper over in your hands.  Sketched on the back was your fire escape, with you asleep on the stairs and the skyline prominent in the distance.  Your hair was down, wild around your face as you leaned against the stair railing, and it looked like Peter had drawn every single constellation in the sky above you.

“Michelle helped me,” Peter’s blush deepened as you stared at the drawing. “I mean, she didn’t know it was for—to draw you sleeping, but—you had said, on that first night, that the drawing was like—like a way to remember the Italian place, Vizzini’s. So this…”

Peter took a deep breath.

“This was my way to—to remember you.  This was the night I realized I was falling in love with you.”

You smiled softly and leaned in, kissing Peter’s rouged cheek. “You don’t need to remember me; I’m staying right here.  Just me and you, this fire escape, and that skyline.”

Peter grinned, pushing your hair back from your face. “Sounds good to me.”

The boy leaned closer, pressing his lips softly to your face.  First your forehead, then each closed eye, before moving to the tip of your nose.  Gently, he kissed both corners of your mouth, left then right, before finally, finally, reaching your waiting lips.

Just you and him, this fire escape, that skyline, and everything in between.  

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Luna (A Winter Soldier Story)  Epilogue

A/N: ive had this scene in mind since i started the series. hopefully yall like it.  

Luna Masterlist 

Luna POV 

“Are we there yet?” I held back my laughter as I teasingly asked for what seemed like the hundredth time. 

“Almost. Its just around this bend.” Bucky responded from the driver seat beside me. 

“Is that when I can take off the blindfold?” I huffed, slightly tugging at the handkerchief wrapped around my eyes.   

“Nope. You gotta keep it on until I say.” Bucky asserted as I felt the pickup come to a stop. “I’ll be back in a bit just gotta get the some stuff ready.” I heard the driver door open and shut, now realizing I was alone to wonder what Bucky was up to. 

I had woken up this morning thinking it was just gonna be another lazy Sunday. But lo and behold my boyfriend Bucky had something different in mind. He said he had a surprise for me but that it would take some driving to get to it. He didnt mention the blindfold until we had hopped into the truck, which I agreed to knowing that it was probably all apart of Bucky’s surprise. 

So here I was, hanging out in the passenger seat of Bucky’s old blue pickup, resisting the urge to take a peek from underneath my blindfold. 

A few more minutes passed until finally I heard my side door open. 

“All ready. You just need to take my hand.” I stuck my hand out and was lead out the car. I felt dirt beneath my feet and smelled the cool night air. Something told me we were no longer in the city. 

I heard Bucky let out a breath, “Ok...you can take your blindfold off.” 

I eagerly untied the knot and let the cloth slip from my face. What I saw before me drew possibly the biggest grin ever. Bucky had laid down blankets across the bed of the truck, stealing pillows from the common room and making a cozy little place to lay. Cute little candles sat flickering along the edges of the truck, giving off a slight romantic feel. I noticed at the end of the bed above the pillows an assortment of all my favorite snacks and drinks. xxx

I noticed Bucky slightly off to the side, watching my reaction. I turned to him and tackled him with the biggest bear hug. 

“Woah there.” Bucky chuckled. “So I take it you like it?” 

“I love it! Its so... sweet and thoughtful.” I looked up at Bucky, no doubt beaming with affection. 

“Im glad you like it. I just wanted to give my girl a proper star gazing experience. None of that New York City smog to block our view of the cosmos.” Bucky held me closer and pressed a small kiss to my forehead. 

“Aww...Well why are we still standing here then? The sky is alive!” I threw my arms out and twirled, my head bent back gazing at the little lights above. 

Buckys POV 

Me and Luna spent hours sprawled on the bed of the truck admiring the brilliant night landscape. Often she would excitedly point out a constellation, even though we both knew every one of them by heart. 

This was our favorite pastime, enjoying each others company as we stared into the beyond. But something about being out in the country, away from the city, made it so much more special. Everything was so much clearer and present. Making it all the more thrilling. 

I thought it was probably the right time to give her an extra little surprise. 

“I have something else for you.” I whispered. 

Her attention turned from the sky towards me. “Really? I thought we were done with the surprises.” 

“Just one last little one.” I reached behind one of the pillows and took out a small velvet pouch. Luna took it carefully, feeling the material between her fingers. 

“There’s a tag on it.” I mentioned. 

Luna found the tiny cloth tag and read aloud, “ A luna for my Luna. Aww thats so cute.”  She then proceeded to pull out the object inside and her eyes went wide. 

Oh god, does she not like it.  Please have her like it. 

“Bucky...” She paused admiring the piece. It was a gold chained necklace, decorated with a crescent moon pendant at the end. Embedded within the moon were blue and white diamond crystals. xxx

“Do you like it?” I hesitantly asked. 

“I....absolutely love it!” Luna’s face was beaming and for the second time that night she pulled me into a hug, squeezing me tightly. “Where did you get it?” 

I pulled back just enough to see her face, but still kept her within my arms. “Remember that mission a few weeks back? The one where we traveled all the way to Spain to obtain some political hostages? Well after everyone was rescued and the mission was complete, the team was walking past this market. One of the booths was selling all sorts of jewelry. Including this.” 

Luna’s mouth was slightly agape. “This...is from Spain??” Before I could answer she tackled me in another hug. The force of it sent us both back against the blanket. 

When our laughter had finally settled Luna sat up and attempted to put the necklace on herself. 

“Allow me.” I took the chain from her and quickly secured it around her neck. But before I backed away I plucked the clip that was holding her hair back and watched it all come undone. 

Luna gasped dramatically as she turned towards me, now clutching her jet black tresses. “Bucky that was like the perfect messy bun.” 

“How can a messy bun be perfect?” I smugly replied. 

That made her giggle as she smoothed out her long locks. “So how does it look?” She gingerly touched the necklace.  

I didnt answer for a second and simply looked at her, admiring everything about her. I still couldnt believe how lucky I was. To have such a sweet, beautiful and amazingly strong women as my girlfriend. And hopefully soon, something much more than that.

“Bucky?” Luna took me out my trance and I realized I never answered her question. 

“It looks stunning Luna. But obviously not as stunning as you.” A slight blush creeped into Luna’s cheeks as she fiddled with the ends of her hair. She then leaned over and gingerly placed both her hands against my cheeks. 

“Thank you Bucky. Not just for the necklace, but for everything. For being there for me during my darkest hour and staying with me till my happiest.” Without hesitation our lips collided as we both fell back onto the blankets. 

We kissed for what seemed like ages, the stars as our witness. The rest of the night was a display of the endless love and admiration we had for each other. For we did not stop till daybreak when our bond seemed stronger than ever and our love eternal. 

The end....... 

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