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CHAPTER 2

Pairing: Eren x Fem! Reader

WC: 6.1k

CW/TAGS: Angst, Physical violence, College AU, Frat Eren, insecurities, shy reader.

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Your thumbs move to the top of your screen, opening the notification. It takes you to the full screen, showing the text in all its glory. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, wondering if this person texted the wrong number. And if they didn’t, then what business did they have with you?

You contemplate on texting them back, you don’t see anything wrong with being curious on who it was. So with that conclusion, your fingers shakily moved to text them back. You sent a short and simple “Who is this?” before shutting off your phone and setting it beside you. However, to your dismay, the reply was almost instant.

“The guy you bumped into yesterday who else”

The only word running through your head was “odd”. Why would he text you apologizing when he obviously didn’t care yesterday. You replied with “it’s okay?” before biting your lip, anxiously waiting for a reply.

“Making it clear now that Mikasa is the one who told me to apologize”

You could only roll your eyes and let out a humorless laugh at his text. Of course he didn’t apologize to you out of his own accord. You replied with “Oh ok” in hopes of ending the conversation there, and it seemed like he took the hint. Five minutes after you replied, he left you on read and made no move to text you back.

With that, you left the conversation behind and rested your head on your pillow, just staring at the ceiling. Not even a few minutes later you get another text message notification from your phone. Letting out a big groan (which in retrospect was a bit dramatic but you think it’s deserved. How dare people interrupt your rest time), you grab your phone and look at who texted you now.

Honestly, you expected it to be the guy from last night, maybe he didn’t take the hint, but as you check your phone you immediately notice that it was Jean. It was just a straightforward “Come over.”, no context, no explanation, just those two simple words. You didn’t know how to feel, especially after last night.

You honestly didn’t feel like facing Jean, you already felt like shit to begin with, and facing him just to get names yelled at you once again…

You turn to lay on your stomach and shove your face into your pillow, which successfully muffled your groan. You weigh the options in your head, you can ignore him, confront him later about whatever he wants to talk about. Or you can talk to him now. Each decision leaves a heavy feeling in your chest. You raise your head from your pillow just to drop it roughly back onto your pillow.

That didn’t really help your thoughts to stop running all over the place but hey, it's the thought that counts.

After taking a few hours to yourself and watching whatever catches your attention on your phone (also called ignoring your problems), you begrudgingly collect your things in your bag and leave your dorm to head to your lecture.

On the way there, albeit it wasn’t that long of a walk, perhaps 10 minutes tops, you took a minute to just ignore everything and appreciate the scenery. The little puddles on the ground from the rain that must’ve happened at night, the swaying of the branches as the wind combs through them. As you walk, you tilt your head up a little bit and close your eyes, just taking in the air. Everything was peaceful until you heard yelling in the background.

Looking over you see a few boys just messing around. You don’t have enough interest to actually observe what they’re doing. Just as you were about to turn away however, you made eye contact with one of the boys.

Honestly, he looked so familiar. The brown hair and green eyes that seem like they’re staring right into you, analyzing every small feature about you. You can’t help but tilt your head in confusion when a few seconds have passed and he still hasn’t looked away from you. It made sense for you to not look away, you were just trying to figure out why he looked so familiar.

So why was he still looking at you?

You decided to brush it off and keep walking.

Once you sit down you make sure to place down everything in front of you. This was a daily routine that has yet to fail you. Get to class early, make sure you have everything like your writing utensils, macbook, headphones blah blah. You always made sure to arrive early. You’d rather die than look stupid trying to find where to sit when class starts in 5 minutes. Always choosing to sit somewhere in the middle, not too close where you feel as if everyone is staring holes into your back, but not far enough where you couldn’t see anything.

To pass the time, you gnaw on your pen. Pretty gross, but it’s either that or your nails and in all honesty, you like your nails. There was a never ending debate in your head ever since you decided to ignore Jeans text. Was it really a good idea? The more time passes, the more regret pools in your stomach, leaving a nauseating feeling.

The sound of a chair moving next to you broke you out of your thoughts. Your eyes immediately dart to the clock, it shows that class started 5 minutes ago. Were you really that distracted?

“Hey!” a cheery and a tad bit too excited to be in class voice sounded next to you. Looking to your right, you see the auburn haired girl seated next to you with a beaming smile spread across her face.

You looked at her with no words leaving your lips. Your eyebrows raised in surprise. Was she supposed to be here?

Not even noticing your more than confused state, she continues, “I didn’t know you took this class but then the one time I decided to not come late” she stops to chew on chips, that you honestly had no idea where they came from before continuing, “I saw you and well here we are”. She ends her sentence with a smile while still chewing.

You offer her a small upturn in your lips before saying “It’s nice to have someone I know in here”. You lean forward and rest your head on your left hand and focus your attention on the professor who just started speaking.

As time passes you can hear the girl next to you, who you remember as Sasha, try to start a small conversation with you as the lecture goes on. Normally, you would try to the best of your abilities to indulge in her, especially since she’s such a sweet girl (to you at least). However the thoughts of people hearing you, or having anybody's attention on you just sent chills down your spine.

When the professor starts to wrap up the end of today's lesson, you gather your things but out of the corner of your eye you see Sasha looking at you. When you turn to face her she looks down in front of her with a blush on her cheeks. Almost as if she’s been caught doing something she’s not supposed to. You fully turn your body towards her and give her a questioning look.

She says your name softly while still looking at the space in front of her before turning towards you abruptly with a twinkle in her eye. You were surprised she didn’t experience whiplash with how fast she turned her head, or how you didn’t fall out of your chair due to how much you flinched.

“I was wondering”, she leans forward towards you, not breaking eye contact nor did the bright excited smile on her face waver.

“Uh, yes?” you softly say. You tilt your head to the ground in embarrassment, noticing a few head turns your way because of how outspoken the auburn hair girl is in front of you.

“Well everyone at the party really seemed to like you. Including me!” her eyes light up as she follows up. “Sooo I was totally wondering if you’d like to join us this weekend!”. Her hands clasped yours, her eyes staring into yours exactly like if a dog was just given a brand new bone.

You silently praise the happiness that seems to flow in Sashas blood 24/7. You just don’t know how she does it.

“What are we going to be doing?” you questioned. If it involves any fraternity bullshit like last time you’re out.

“Okay sooo” she looks to the side as she drags out her words. “Some sorority girls and fraternity boys are going out to this super cool bar that like opened a week ago”. You deadpan. “And after uhh what day is it?” she stops her rambling and puts a finger on her chin in thought.

“Monday.” you answer.

Sasha looks at you like you hung the stars. “Yeah!”, her hand squeezes yours in excitement.

“After Saturday's party, everyone really wanted to have a good time again but in a smaller group so we all settled on going to the new bar.” Once Sasha finishes her rambling, she looks at you expectantly.

Her hands were still around yours softly as she was looking at you with wide, innocent, beaming eyes. You just couldn’t say no to her, but after the last time you tried to put yourself out there, tried to make friends, aka two days ago, it made you want to get hit by a car. Not so much that you die, but maybe give you a broken leg. A shiver runs down your spine as you remember the cold look the tall boy gave you when you made eye contact with you.

Yeah, going out was not on your plans for the week, or the week after, or the month after.

Shifting your eyes to look at the silently pleading girl in front of you was a bad, bad, decision.

“Uhh” your voice comes out shaky, you bite your body lip as some form of reassurance. “Sure..”.

Your chair tilts backwards a bit when the auburn haired girl practically jumps on you and gives you a big bear hug. She rubs her cheek on yours while repeatedly cheering yay.

As long as you made one person happy, you suppose it made you happy, too.

—-------

You smash face first right into your bed, literally getting ready to sink right into it until you hear Mikasa call your name from the living room part of your dorm. You let out a big, long, dramatic groan before slowly getting up from your comfortable bed (which leaves you crying on the inside), then drag your feet to where Mikasa is.

You make your way to the couch, sitting cross legged and grabbing a pillow to hug. Mikasa was sitting beside you, her body faced towards yours.

“You holding up okay?” The black haired girl softly questions, her hand moving to your knee and rubbing soft circles with her thumb.

Thinking back to your class today, it was actually not that terrible. You suppose Sashas presence made a difference, like the whole world wasn’t mad at you over that one little incident on Saturday.

A smile graced your features when you replied “I’m doing okay.” And you meant it.

Mikasa's thumb continued to rub circles softly on your thigh.

You hear your phone start to ring from where you left it on your bed. You fought to keep the smile on your face as you excused yourself in front of Mikasa. You only have 2 people's number in your phone (as sad as that is), and Mikasa is well, right there. So if it’s not her, then it’s Jean…

Dread starts to pool in your stomach as each step leads you closer and closer to your phone. The regret of not answering Jean this morning really fucking made itself known in your throat. It felt as if you were going to throw up. And perhaps, if the nauseous feeling persisted, then you would.

Your hand shakily reached toward your phone once you were within reach. Your eyes moved to your wrist that was covered by the long sleeve shirt you were wearing, reminding you of the bruises that your boyfriend has left on you.

With one more deep breath, you finally press the button to return his call. You sucked in a breath as you immediately heard his booming voice.

“Where the fuck are you”, his loud voice practically breaks through the speakers of your phone. Instinctively, you flinch back at the sound of his voice.

“Oh..I..um”, you hate that you fumble over your words. You hate how your voice sounds like a newborn deer's wobbling legs, fighting to stand for the first time.

“Didn’t I tell you to come over?” Jean's words come out like a raspy growl, the sound of his voice feels like it’s scratching the inside of your ears, making them bleed. You just know he’s pissed off. You know that you pissed him off.

“I, uh, well, yeah but..” you try to get your words out as fast as possible, in fear that you’d make yourself sound stupid, or that you’d trip over your words.

“But what.” Jeans words come out like a silent challenge. Like they’re challenging you to go against him.

As you speak on the phone with him, you made a point to change into more presentable clothes and fix up your hair. “I had a lecture I had to attend” you softly say as you double check that you had everything. You swiftly move into the living room and glance at Mikasa, who was already looking at you with a questioning look on her face. You mouth “Jean” to her in hopes to slightly reassure any conclusions that she had come up with herself before leaving out the door of your dorm.

You hear Jean click his teeth on the phone before opening his mouth to say something, but you use that opportunity to cut him off.

“I’m on my way right now, Jean.” you contemplated if you should’ve called him a corny pet name like babe, or love, but you know if you even attempted, the names would feel rotten on your tongue.

The only response you get is the sound of beeping, signaling to you that he hung up.

You let out a shuddering breath, you didn’t know if it was from the breeze the October weather seemed to throw in your face or the fact you have to face Jean. Right now, either answer would suffice for you.

You grip the edge of your zip up hoodie with the ends of your fingers for some kind of support as you slowly make your way to his dormitory building. Even as you made your way inside of the warm building your body was still shaking. You know it was because you’d have to see Jean in probably 5 minutes but to offer some relief to yourself, you repeatedly tell yourself that it was the cold, autumn air.

The elevator doors open, telling you that you made it to your boyfriend's floor. You quickly walk over to his door while looking at the floor. Might as well get this over you mutter under your breath as you raise your fist to knock on the door in front of you.

To your surprise though, right as your fist was going to land, the door swung open and you saw the face of the light brunette haired man staring down at you. You immediately notice the way his eyes pierce through you, as if they’re trying to rip you apart from the inside out.

You close your eyes when he leans over you, fully expecting him to lay his hands on you in some type of way, but when you open your eyes, you see him looking over you. That was short-lived though, he swiftly pulled you into his dorm after he saw that the hallway outside was clear and slammed the door behind you.

You jump in place when you hear the sound of the door slamming against its hinges. You try to close your eyes and take deep breaths to stabilize yourself however that is also short-lived when you feel yourself getting harshly slammed into the door behind you.

The air out of your lungs gets knocked out of you, your eyes go wide in shock as the repulsive feeling spreads through your back.

Literally what the fuck.

His hands grip around your throat with a ruthless grip as he leans forward, nose to nose with you.

Your pitiful whimpers ring throughout the dormitory, you could laugh at how fucking useless you felt while clawing at his forearm in a fruitful attempt to get his hands off of you.

“So,” he rasps out condescendingly, “Slut yourself out to other fuckers at the party, huh?”. His face tilts to the side as he (quite rudely, in your humble opinion) accuses you of cheating.

You try, you really do, to try and throw out the word “no”, but due to the lack of air, it was quite a pathetic attempt. You settle for frantically shaking your head no.

That seems to satisfy the man in front of you, though, and with one last (quite petty, again, in your opinion) harsh thrash of your body against the door, he lets go and steps back.

You feel so fucking pathetic on the floor, taking big breaths of air as if you were put on this very earth to just open your mouth to take in generous amounts of air and look like a stupid fucking fish while doing so.

The light brunette haired man crouched down in front of you, just staring at you.

You squirmed around where you sat against the wall, frantically looking anywhere, anywhere but him.

“Come”, he stands up and makes his way to the kitchen, automatically expecting you to follow him. And you do.

“Sit”, he commands you.

And you do. You sit down on the stool that was halfway beneath the kitchen island.

The both of you are silent. Jean makes his way around the kitchen island and near the cabinets, he grabs a glass cup and pours tap water. The sound of the water hitting the inside of the cup sounded throughout the entirety of the dorm, it was eerie if anything.

Your eyebrows slightly raise and your body goes stiff when you see that he slid the cup of water towards you. You feel pressured to take a sip when you see him leaning on the island, just looking at you, expecting you to drink it.

After you take a sip, you place the cup in front of you while never releasing your grip from it. The glass in your hands shakes, the water swishing from side to side.

He calls out your name, in the same tone a parent would as if they’re disappointed in you. You look up at him with wide eyes, not knowing what to expect.

“You know”, he sighs and looks down at his interlocked fingers. “You know I love you, right?”, he’s still looking down at his fingers, you couldn’t see his expression from where you sit.

Your mouth goes agape at the sudden confession. You had no clue where it came from, especially with how he just treated you. Realizing that he was waiting for you to answer, you quickly mutter a quick, soft, yes.

He raises his head at this, to look at you straight into your eyes.

The eye contact makes you nervous, even though he's gazing at you with no current malice in his eyes, you can’t help but feel unsettled.

Before you can even register his movement, you feel his hand softly caressing your cheek. You can’t remember the last time he has touched you so softly, so…lovingly. You shift in your chair to properly face him and look him in the eye, you see that he’s standing in front of you, still looking at you.

“I don’t mean to hurt you,” his voice comes out like a soft whisper. Even though you should, you don’t feel comforted. Not one bit. And that frightens you. “I just get so,” he stops for a moment to ponder what he should say next. To try and find the right words. “Irritated. I get irritated.” You direct your gaze at the floor and bite your lip.

So many thoughts are running through your head right now. Why? Why is he being so nice to you after fucking calling you nothing but degrading names for the past few months. Why is he suddenly changing now?

Does he regret how he treats you?

Every single thought that runs through your head makes you want to cry. You feel the tears threaten to spill out and you thank god that Jean can’t see your face right now. You have a feeling that you probably look disgusting right now.

He says your name to get your attention before continuing, “I just want you to listen to me. You’re the girl that I love, and I know how people are. If you go out, if you go to those stupid parties, people will do nothing but use you. If you happen to make any friends, they just want to hurt you”.

He removes the hand that was lightly caressing your cheek. He crouches down in front of you, his hands now resting on both of your knees, rubbing soft, smooth circles on them.

“I know what’s best for you, okay?” he looks at you as he states his feelings.

You, on the other hand, don’t know what to feel. You have so many conflicting emotions running through your body that it feels as if you were going to explode any second now. You couldn’t help the tears that ran down your cheeks, or the sniffle that left your nose. Was he finally going to treat you better?

“Okay..” You stutter out. You rest your hands on top of his and bite your lip once more.

You suddenly felt tired, just of everything. You couldn’t handle such a fast change in one day. In one hour.

“Follow me, baby. It’s been a while since we laid down together, yeah?” Jean stands up and walks towards his bedroom, leaving no room for arguments.

You slowly get up from where you sit, you notice that your legs are still somewhat shaking from earlier, as well as your hands.

Somewhere in your subconscious, you knew following him into his bedroom wasn’t a good idea. It was too late, however, when you found yourself laying down next to him, stiffly resting in his arms.

“I miss this, I miss you” his voice is muffled against your head. Right now, your face is squished into his chest while his arm is slung over your waist, both of your legs are entangled with one another.

You wish so fucking much that you can say you felt at peace right now and mean it, but you can’t. Every touch the man leaves on you makes you feel rigid, his touch leaves a burning sensation on your skin that makes you want to ball up and die.

You were so confused. You love Jean, so why does he make you feel this way?

You feel the burning sensation under your chin now, you immediately dart your eyes to where you see Jean. His thumb and pointer finger rest under your chin to tilt your head up and look at him. You feel as if you’re stuck in place when you see him lean into you, and eventually lock his lips with yours.

You could throw up right now.

The light brunette haired man moved his lips at a faster pace against yours. It was as if he didn’t care about whether you were enjoying the kiss or not. You feel his tongue prodding your lowing lip, silently demanding entrance into your mouth. You gasp at the feeling, and he takes that opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth.

Your senses quickly come back to you and you shove Jean with enough strength to separate both of your lips. You hastily move your body away from him to put breathing room between the both of you.

“I..I think I should” you stammer out.

You didn’t have a chance to finish your sentence, nor was given any opportunity to move. Jean roughly grabbed the back of your head and slammed your lips into his once more. You can feel the brutality of his lips against yours, it felt as if multiple needles were stabbing into your lips at once.

Tears start to protrude at the corner of your eyes, one blink could instantly make them fall out.

You take in a big gasp of air when he finally relents the attack on your lips and moves on to your neck. With the new position, you have more freedom to push him away but his grip on your waist was too strong. You felt so fucking hopeless and trapped.

“Jean I...I need to go” your voice comes out as a sob. You don’t know why you were crying, but you didn’t like any of this. You don’t like the feeling of his lips on your body, you don’t like the feeling of his hand on your waist. He was supposed to make you feel protected, so why do you feel like every touch of his hurts you.

“Shut the fuck up” he growls out against the skin on your neck.

You really wanted to just die right now.

Your fight or flight senses kick in when you feel his large hands grope your chest. In a panicked manner, you remove your leg from under him and kick him right in the stomach. The sound of his grunt leaves a sinking feeling in your stomach. You quickly dismiss whatever pain you inflicted on Jean and stumble off the bed.

As soon as you reach the door handle of his bedroom though, his arm encircles your waist and slams you against the wall next to the door.

Spit flies out of your mouth once your back hits the hard wall. You wouldn’t be surprised if the back of your head was bleeding right now.

A choked wail leaves your lips, a gut wrenching feeling makes home in your stomach. Your head instantly looks down to see his fist right in your stomach. The only conclusion you can come to is that…

He punched you right in the stomach.

“You fucking ungrateful bitch” Jean spits out with a snarl on his face. His calloused hand roughly grabs your wrist to pin you to the wall. He leaned in too close for comfort before raging on, “you think anybody else but me would put up with you?”

Your lips quiver and tears flow down your cheeks. Your wrists start to ache because of the unforgiving grip the man before you has on them.

“I mean just look at you,” he scoffs. He looks you up and down, slowly analyzing every part of your body. You squirm in place, trying to get away from him. The mere action of him looking at you makes you feel like absolutely shit. Like you're worth nothing. “You look fucking disgusting. You’re lucky to have found me.”

You notice a glint in his eye, it’s like he views himself as some being that’s above you. And as of now, you feel as if that’s your reality. Everytime you’re with him, you feel so helpless and weak.

“Leave me alone,” you choked out, your words barely comprehensible due to the sounds of your sniffling and sobbing.

He removes his hand from your wrist to slap your face, the sound of a smack rings in the air.

“Get the fuck out my face. I can’t stand to see your disgusting pathetic face in front of me anymore”.

And you do.

You never once looked back to your boyfriends dormitory building. If you did, you knew that you’d throw up at the sight of it.

—-

When you return back into your own dorm you instantly notice that Mikasa’s shoes aren't present, meaning that she must be out. That’s better for you, at least you can cry in peace now. You love Mikasa to death but after that, you just want to be alone.

You bitterly kick off your shoes and go towards the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind you. You look into the mirror to examine how you look and just wow, you bitterly smile to yourself. You look like shit, just what you expected.

You unzip your jacket and throw it to the floor defeatedly, next, you take off your shirt which leaves you in your bra. You inwardly cringe at the purple bruise that’s already forming near the bottom of your stomach. In all honesty, you’re glad that Jean has enough common sense to leave a bruise where it’s not noticeable. It would be such a pain in the ass if people were to come up to you, pestering you about every single bruise that danced across your skin.

Your hands rest on the bruise that is forming on your stomach while taking in the time to really look at yourself. Jean was right, you do look disgusting.

Who the hell would want you when you look like this. Every other girl on campus had a perfect body, a perfect smile, voluminous hair, they had everything you didn’t. You laugh at the thought that you’d be lucky if people even considered you human.

One of your hands still rests against the bruise while the other travels along your body, inspecting every single imperfection you could find. And damn, there was a lot.

All you could do now was hopelessly cry to yourself. Why the hell were you so…you?

Why couldn’t you be born to be someone else, someone more perfect?

You feel weak as you lift your arm to the door to unlock it. Every step you made towards your bedroom felt heavy, like you’d sink into the floor at any given moment.

When you arrive at your room, you instantly change into something comfier and finally, finally, face plant into your bed. You shift around so every single blanket that was laid across your bed was smothering you, barely leaving you any room to breathe. Right then and there you wish to sink into your bed and never return. That would be a greater future for you than living.

As time passes while you rot in bed, sleep soon overtakes you.

—-

You straight away notice the moonlight seeping through your window when you wake up. You rub your eyes in a futile attempt to get your eyesight less blurry before looking around your surroundings. You notice the big lump of blankets on the bed opposite of you, and you come to the conclusion that Mikasa has returned.

You contemplate going back to sleep or getting a glass of water, but when you tried to lay back down, your throat instantly disagreed with you. Whatever.

When you get into the kitchen your eyes notice the time shining on the clock that was displayed on the oven. Your eyes practically bulge out of your head when you see that it is 1:34am. Holy shit.

Wait.

Wait…

You had another lecture today that was held in the evening.

Maybe taking a nap on a busy highway was your life purpose.

You silently curse to yourself. Fuck fuck fuck. You never missed a class on purpose, actually, this was the first time you actually did so. You swiftly turn around, glass of water be damned and speedily stomped your way to your macbook to type an email to your professor.

Your fingers hurriedly pressed against the keys of your computer. You sighed in relief when you finally sent the email making up some bullshit excuse saying that you were sick.

If your dorm happened to blow up you wouldn’t even flinch in the slightest, not after today's events.

—-

It was now Thursday. After the last few days, let’s just say you looked and felt like shit. You barely ate any meals unless Mikasa went out of her way to serve you any meals in bed. Which was rare due to her busy schedule with classes and handling any sorority business. Your lips were chapped due to dehydration but to make yourself feel better you just say that they’re chapped due to the autumn air.

If you weren’t at any of your lectures then you were holed up in your room, burrowed underneath your mountain of blankets.

Mikasa, obviously expressed her concern. And you felt bad about lying to her, saying you were just under the weather when really your shitty boyfriend was the cause behind your behavior.

She didn’t believe you, at all. Every time you said that you were “sick”, disbelief was written all across her face.

Before you gave her a chance to answer, though, you always turned away and dismissed her, avoiding any further questions or comments.

It was bad, you were bad.

And of course, the view on your body was also bad.

Late at night whenever Mikasa was sleeping, you sneakily crept into the bathroom to view yourself in the mirror. Every time you do so, Jeans words rung through your head like a mantra. You can’t help but think his words held some truth to them.

If they didn’t, then why didn’t anyone have any romantic interest in you before Jean, why were you always excluded from everybody? You know you weren’t the most extroverted but still, just what was wrong with you?

Every single day those questions repeat in your head. Every single day since Monday it has been a constant battle to not just break down crying.

Now though, you had something to do. You had to speak to your professor, his office hours were today and you’d be damned if you miss it. You vowed to yourself since the beginning of the year to not fall behind on your studies. Jean can ruin a lot of things for you but not your devotion to your studies.

Speaking to someone that wasn’t Mikasa was hard, but you had time to mentally prepare yourself on the walk there.

As of right now, you are currently wearing a hoodie and sweats to hide your body. It was a bit informal to speak to your teacher in this kind of attire but Jeans words did leave an impact on you, as much as you hate to admit it.

Looking around, you bask in the cold air. You take deep breaths to stabilize yourself, to try and etch away the burning feeling in your throat. Maybe you should’ve drank some water before leaving your dorm…

When you finally enter the doors to the lecture hall, you immediately notice that you weren’t the only one present in the room excluding your professor.

“The both of you are finally here.” your teacher's voice sounds throughout the room, the echo prominent against your ears.

A small confused sound leaves your lips.

Your professor, Mr. Ackerman, says your full name, introducing you to the other male in the room.

“And this is Eren Yeager”, Mr. Ackerman states.

You turn your head to look at the boy standing beside you, but slightly jump back when you see his eyes are already on you.

Your heart drops to your ass a second time. Or a third time. Or a fourth. Who’s counting at this point.

It finally clicked in your brain where you know this guy from.

He’s the same one from the party on Saturday.

Yup. Okay. Whatever.

If this was God's way of making fun of you then he wins. You are waving the white flag right fucking now. First Jean, then him. What next? What could possibly be next.

Mr. Ackerman crosses his arms as he leans against his desk.

“Both of you were tardy from my class Monday”. He says sternly, looking at the both of you. If looks could kill, you’d be on fire right now, you think.

“Monday, there was an important partner project that was assigned”, he huffed.

You could tell he didn’t want to be here as much as you did.

Next to you, you hear the taller boy next to you grumble under his breath.

“So. I think the only reasonable thing to do is make the two of you be partners for this project. Given that, everybody else is already paired with someone”, Mr. Ackerman declared.

Oh.

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EXCHANGE/LOVE TRANSIT - S01/EP01 (pt i)

♥ SYNOPSIS: Soonyoung is a man on a mission to get his ex back, even if this means enduring watching her going on dates in a reality TV show - ok maybe he didn't think it through when he thought it was a good idea to go on said tv show. Alternatively; Soonyoung love transit episode.

♥ GENRE: (this is me trying to do) comedy, romance, a little dash of angsty (because they are exes and because it is me writing it I guess);

♥ CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 6925

♥ FEATURING: Wen Junhui as Soonyoung's number one enemy, Xu Minghao, Lee Chan, Boo Seungkwan as a cranky panelist, Seo Changbin as a normal panelist, Girls Day Yura just because I love her, Pi Cheolin as a panelist that nobody knows why he has been cast but he makes it work.

♥ PLAYLIST: 1. VINTAGE - NIKI, 2. LAS JORDANS - TINI, 3. CALL ME - RENGGA JONES, 4. STILL INTO YOU - PARAMORE, 5. LOVE LIKE THAT - SAM KIM, 6. TENTA ACREDITAR - ANAVITÓRIA, 7. URS - NIKI

♥ THEA’S NOTE: Hello hi hi everyone. I’ve been weirdly obsessed with Love transit/Exchange for quite a while. For those who have never watched it, they put 10 people together in a house - 5 couples, and make them go on a date with different people. The funny thing is that you can’t tell people who your ex is. Also after a long debate with myself, I decided to post this as a multichapetered fic. Anyways welcome to part 1, hope you enjoy it.

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♥ LOVE TRANSIT MASTERLIST

[INTERVIEW ROOM][CAMERA 1]

“Do you know you have to think about other options too, right?” The producer asks him. The giant camera is way too close to his face and the producer is sitting just under it - in a little stool that looks utterly uncomfortable. Soonyoung wants to face her, but before this question she told him three different times he needs to stare right at the camera. He is sitting so still that he can feel the energy accumulating on his body, making him almost quick in his seat.

“I am not interested in that,” Soonyoung answers - staring at the camera and trying to not blink too much even if the lights of the studio hurt his eyes.

“But the point of this program is that you are open to dating other people and let her date other people as well,” the producer insisted, and Soonyoung almost laughed. He knows that, for fucking sakes he only got his date because he is a master in rock paper scissor and his ex went on a date with fucking Junhui. He knows the point of everything, he just doesn't really care.

“Like I said, I am not interested in that, my goal with this,” He tries to explain, using his hand to point at everything, the set actually looked way better on camera and it was very flimsy in real life, and everytime he thinks he will break a fake wall. “Is that we get back together,” he grins confidently, “Sorry pd nim but we will get back together before this end.”

He hears the producer groan, he is pretty sure she shouldn’t be groaning and this won’t go to the final cut. He thinks the audio people will handle it, they probably will put a fade in music or whatever, they are professionals.

[EX-CHANGE HOUSE][CAMERAS 2, 3, 4]

When the assistant producer says that he can start walking and enter the house, Soonyoung is ready to just run. But he holds himself back, instead of running he just puts down the handle of his suitcase and grips on the strap. Like that, he thinks, it will be faster than strolling around. He starts walking, the weight on his suitcase is heavy on his arms but he is committed to that already, he won’t ask for the assistant guy to re-do his shot, and he won’t change his mind midway either, it is now a matter of pride. Soonyoung is proud - his ex always told him that - he is too proud for his own good.

He is proud enough to not drop his suitcase when he opens the gate and steps greets him, Soonyoung just groans, because he is proud but not a fool. Ok, maybe he is a fool, again, according to his ex but he likes to think that since they broke up he is a changed man. Eight months is enough time to be reborn into a new man according to Soonyoung experience. He changed his hair, it is way shorter now, and cooler - he likes to think. A few of his friends joked about his short bangs and almost shaved sides but he likes it and he even has a cool slit in his eyebrow. He also changed his clothes, he pays more attention to his clothes now and even his ex would agree with that one - or he hopes so.

His personality didn’t change that much but Soonyoung likes to think he can see things clearly now - like a fog has come down. He always was good with his goal, he stuck to it, he finished things, he was disciplined and he was focused. But he wasn’t very good with balance. His girlfriend, his ex-girlfriend, always talked about how he had those bursts of hyperfocus, she explained back then how he could dance for hours and hours without feeling his body getting exhausted but he couldn’ focus on a single task if he found anything remotely boring. But he is better now, he worked for long months on how he didn’t need to give up in other aspects of his life to succeed professionally. He learned that he doesn’t need to spend twenty hours per day in his dance studio, he learned to trust other people in that aspect.

Damn too many steps, Soonyoung thinks when he finally arrives at the door. He looks around and presses the numbers on the digital keypad, the same assistant producer guy told him a few numbers - he actually wrote down in his note app, he knows himself that he will forget in no time. But the numbers are fresh enough in his head and the doors open. Soonyoung looks around the hall and he thinks he is the first one. Well. Cool. Soonyoung drops his suitcase in the hall and takes off his shoes, walking around without a slipper on - he can’t really bother to search for one right now. He starts looking around, cameras are scattered around the house greeting him in every room.

It is fascinating really, to be a part of the tv show, Soonyoung thinks while he gives the camera in the kitchen a little hand wave. He opens the fridge and it actually has a lot of booze, damn, he is not a good drinker. He goes around the kitchen checking for appliances and almost starts the coffee machine without knowing, he was just pressing random buttons. He hopes the producer teams cut this part. After almost burning his hand with hot water he goes to the living room, one of the walls is completely glass and it makes the sun enter the house, the view of the garden is pretty cool, and there is another staircase outside leading to somewhere. The glass is so clean that when Soonyoung touches it just to see his fingertip smudges it. He exhale thought his mouth, fogging the window and draws with his fingertip a doodle - the same shape of his eyes but with a snout, a little tiger Soonyoung thinks proud of himself, when he turns around another camera is facing him and he just show his work while smiling.

There is another stair leading to the second floor. Weird obsession to have, Soonyoung thinks, staircases. He jumps two steps at a time. He roams around - the rooms seem nice, 3 upstairs and another living room, no television and thank god no cameras in the bathroom. He gets bored after a while, so he goes down to the main floor and sits on the sofa - politely, his hand on his knees. But that too gets boring really quick so he starts kicking his feets around, he did good, Soonyoung thinks to himself, he really chose a good sock today so he is not too worried he is shoeless walking around, his black socks are amazing.

After what seems like three whole hours the door opens again, he hears the sound of the padlock and his heart jumps against his chest, he almost hop on the sofa, the amount of energy he has in his body is enough to make him vibrate like a cellphone receiving a call. He stretches his neck trying to see who it is before the person enters the living room. He sees the shoes before he can actually see the person and for the size of those damn feet Soonyoung knows it is not his ex. A good looking guy enters the room, getting all shy when he sees Soonyoung.

“Hello,” the good looking guy greets him and his voice is on the lower side, Soonyoung thinks he looks so cool.

“Hello,” Soonyoung began, “I am Kwon Soonyoung,” he offered first, “your name?” he says when the good looking guy just stares at him.

“Ah, right,” the guy sitting across from Soonyoung began, “I am Jun, Wen Junhui actually, but you can call me Jun.”

“Jun,” Soonyoung mutters, it fits his name, the guy is a little weird Soonyoung thinks but it is okay.

“So, what's your favorite color?” Soonyoung asks him because he is not allowed to ask anything else really. No question about Jun’s ex, he can’t know his age either, and they are prohibited to talk about their jobs, so Soonyoung tries to make small talk in any way he can.

They fall into a weird silence after a few questions. “This is awkward,” Junhui admitted after a bit making Soonyoung laugh.

After a few minutes another guy arrives, Xu Minghao is his name and Soonyoung is pretty sure he is part of a gothic or emo band. A girl arrives after that, she is cute Soonyoung gives her that but he is not really interested. Then another girl and again a pretty girl because of course. When the fourth guy arrives Soonyoung starts to think that maybe you bailed out and the producer team might be looking for an actress to play his ex, who knows. They are in the middle of asking the blond guy his name and his color, everyone introducing themselves to the new guy when he finally hears the door again. His blood is rushing through his body. When you enter the door a ray of sunshine goes through the window and illuminates all around you, almost like a halo. Soonyoung looks behind him to check if any staff is pointing something at you but nothing.

“Hi,” you greeted looking at everyone, Soonyoung smiled at you, and damn you are even more beautiful how was that possible.

“Wow,” The blond guy says at his side, Lee Chan, he thinks and that alone makes Soonyoung perk up a little bit, “you are shoeless,” the guy added pointing at your feet.

“Ah,” You breathed, your voice low. Soonyoung knows you are shy and before he could say anything Junhui guy was already up and walking around, “I couldn’t really find a slipper.”

“Here,” Junhui gives you a pair of slippers - wait - what about him? Soonyoung thinks but apparently he doesn’t deserve Jun’s attention even though he tried his best to be polite and friendly, and before he knows he is pouting, damn.

When everyone falls silent again, Soonyoung thinks it is his time to shine, “Your name?” he asks politely, trying his best to not make clear that he is still heads over heels over you just with a simple question.

They go around names again but everything is weirdly muffed when Soonyoung focuses on you. Your hair is different now, longer he thinks. You repeat every name, the girls first then Junhui, Chan, Minghao and Soonyoung. He is the last one and he hates every name that falls off your tongue that is not his own. Soonyoung, you mumbled like everyone else's names, and it hits Soonyoung that it has been months since you called his name, and he misses it.

“Does anyone know how to cook?” Lee Chan asks, and Soonyoung is sure he will be the youngest one, there is something in him that just screams maknae.

“I-” Jun starts but when all the eyes turn into him he stutters a little bit and gets shy with all the attention, meanwhile Soonyoung just sharpens his gaze towards the guy, “I can fix something up to dinner.”

“I can help,” you declare, lifting up your hand like you are back in school or something, you are so cute, Soonyoung almost giggles, “I can do the basics so if you need any help,” you say to Jun and then it dawns on Soonyoung and before he knows he is lying through his teeth;

“I can help too,” Soonyoung volunteers, almost raising his hand like a kid in school, “I am a great cook.”

Everyone looks at him but he can only focus on the way you look at him - you know he is lying, and for a second he thinks everyones knows it too even though they just met, but he will die on this hill, he can pretend he is putting a salad together for all the people who don’t eat meat even though he is pretty sure everyone's eat meat, but he is thoughtful like that.

“Okay, so you three can go to the market and cook dinner,” says one of the girls that Soonyoung can't remember the name, “we can clean the kitchen and also the guys can help us with all the suitcases, and we sort out the rooms after dinner.”

[CAR AND MARKET][OUTSIDE CAMERA + GOPRO N 3]

“This is weird isn't it?” The Jun guy asks when you finally sit in the backseat, Soonyoung is in front of you and everything does seem incredibly weird.

“What exactly?” You ask and you hear Soonyoung laugh for the first time in a while and you don’t even know what you feel - everything seems weird, the fact that one go pro is right at your face is weird, the fact that you are in the same vehicle as Kwon Soonyoung is weird, the fact that you said yes to this weird ass idea was weird too.

“I mean,” Jun starts again, falling silent when he starts reversing the car to get out of the garage, “everything? I feel like only now everything is real and it is so weird like, what do you I will be living with my ex for a month.”

“Right?” Soonyoung pipes up, “aren’t you guys excited about that?” he asks and before you or Jun can speak up he starts again, “I am super hyped!”

“You are?” Jun asks, astonished, and you can’t blame him. One of the greatest problems in your relationship was the fact that you and Soonyoung worked somehow on different wavelengths. Soonyoung is someone that is difficult to follow, but once you know him you can start figuring out his patterns and way of thinking - he is predictable, he has a routine into his own madness.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” Soonyoung says, looking at Jun and turning his whole body to look at you in the backseat, you just shrug because what else can you do really? Tell him that he is insane was not an option, that alone would make it clear that Soonyoung was your ex.

“I think the fact that this program entails living with your ex for one,” Jun says dead seriously and it is your time to laugh. You thought you would be the last one in terms of thinking this program is a good idea but apparently this Jun guy is beating you to it.

Soonyoung keeps talking about how excited he is and how fun it will be, he goes on and on about how this is an one in a lifetime type of opportunity and you know that even if he sounds a bit over the top he is being honest, and that he is - even if you and Jun finds extremely weird - very excited for it. But it is Soonyoung so of course you should’ve seen that coming.

And after just a few minutes you think that even though he cut his hair, Soonyoung didn’t change that much, when you say you are picking up a basket he is already by your side taking it off your hands, “Let me carry this and you focus on the ingredients,” he says like he has some sort of a plan but deep down you know he won’t let you carry all the weight - you always complain about having wrist pain, tendonitis is a bitch, the fact that Soonyoung still remembers make your heart grow, like a air ballon.

Back then when you were together every time you were at home he would make you drop your phone, computers were also extremely prohibited to use. If your wrist brace were on he would even attempt to feed you - you always hated that and he always threw a fit about it.

��Jun,” you call the guy walking ahead of you mindlessly, “Do you have something in mind?”

“Hmmm,” the guy ponders and you almost laugh at his confused face. He is cute. You give him that but you think that giggling at his face would be too much for one of your first interactions. “Not really,” he says scratching the back of his neck and you can feel the smile forming on your face.

“We should grill meat,” Soonyoung says proudly, bringing you back to reality, “We could buy meat.”

“I actually can make a side dish with fried vegetables,” you try, looking around to see if you can find anything to put together for dinner.

“Oh nice,” Soonyoung pipes up, giving you two thumbs ups. What a dork, but that was Soonyoung and you were used to it, at him acting like you hung the moon in the sky every time you did something that every other adult human could do. You give him a thumbs up back, and when he smiles get even bigger you think you should just run away from this whole thing.

“Then we could also buy some noodles and put everything together,” Jun says “I have a receipt that I think will work together with your veggies.”

“Great, we can cook together while Soonyoung grill the meat,” you say before you start walking by Jun’s side in a vain attempt to run away from Soonyoung.

Soonyoung acts like a kicked puppy.the whole trip to the market. Always behind you, sometimes you bump into him when you spin around looking for Jun to know if you should grab or not grab a pack of soft tofu or a pack of broccoli.

When you pick up onions or carrots, Soonyoung acts like it is the smartest thing ever, and your heart grows a little bit bigger - another pump of air. You think about how Soonyoung is still very much the same person he always was; caring and kind. Every time he assures you in a low voice like he is telling someone a secret - you can take both - he says to you when you ponder if you should buy a red or white wine, you don’t even know if other people enjoy wine but Soonyoung knows you do, and before you can think twice he grabs one bottle of each and put in the basket.

You think that this Soonyoung is the Soonyoung that you missed the most. Of course you missed the loud one, the life of the party, the one who among your friends would make his mission to get people tipsy and happy even though he can’t drink for shit. You miss the one that would make people stand up and sing and dance and every single one of your friends would get so shy while his friend would act like getting up in the middle of a bar or restaurant was not insane behavior. But this Soonyoug, the soft spoken Soonyoung - the one who would always give you assurance when you thought one of your articles was bad, the Soonyoung who always listened to you when you thought you should drop one investigation because your editor didn’t thought the piece was relevant enough, the one who when things were thought was serious and calm to listen to your every word and actually pay attention, you missed him the most, and you missed him the longest because that one vanished before you broke up.

“Stop,” you say in the lowest voice possible, bumping into him so he can give you space.

“What?” He asks - doing the exact opposite of your wishes, he drops his head even closer to you in an attempt to hear you.

“You are making it so clear that you are my ex,” You blurt out shoving Soonyong lightly, “Stop that it is supposed to be a secret.”

“I am not doing anything,” He deflected with a pout on his mouth, and it was kind of cute and you want to beat yourself up. How can you be down so bad for him? You need to get your mind straight to survive. You need at least a 5 meters distance from him.

“You are, go follow Jun,” you say, “or grab a snack or two, we are probably going to drink something”

“Ok, I can grab snacks,” Soonyoung beams, his smile back on his face, “I am great at snacks.”

“Sure you are.” You added.

You look at the camera man holding the camera a few meters away and you exhale.

Could you survive this? Could you survive 30 days of Soonyoung being back in your life? This was a dumb idea, you think while looking at the ice cream fridge, and of course it was a Sonyoung idea. You should’ve said no.

[EXCHANGE HOUSE][CAMERA 5, 7, 9]

“Why are you guys dressed up as powerpuff girls,” Soonyoung hears his ex speak up before he can ever see the other girls. Sometimes he thinks he has tunnel vision - his focus is on you, there is no space left for anyone else.

When he settles down the plastic bags on the kitchen counter and almost runs towards the living room, still a little bit weird, to have his ex right there and not be able to openly talk to her. The whole trip to the market was a torture - going to the market was something you always did with him when you were together. Soonyoung couldn’t cook to save his life so whenever you two would spend time together in his place you needed a market trip.

If Soonyoung tried hard enough you made him creamy garlic chicken pasta, his favorite. Even if you said you were already sick of eating it every week. You also made very good eggs for breakfast. Soonyoung misses those moments the most; the routine of waking up with you, he always waited for you to wake up, sometimes while you made a cup of coffee Soonyoung would run to the nearest baker and buy fresh bread.

“What?” The girl in the green tracksuit says making Soonyoung return to earth. She is setting the table and she looks so offended that he thinks she might drop a plate or two.

“Chan,” His ex called the guy that just arrived in the living room, how are you so good with names? How has Chan's name engraved in your brain already? Soonyoung almost forgot his own name today - not his ex's name though, that one he remembers, “look,” you say pointing at each one, a coy smile on her face, “Buttercup, Blossom and Bubbles.”

“Yeah, I can see it,” Chan says laughing way over too enthusiastically it wasn’t even that funny.

“Who will be the mojo jojo?” Blossom - of course the girl in red, Soonyoung understands it now, asks.

“I don't know but that leaves me as princess morbucks and I kind of hate it,” you complain, “yellow is so not my color.”

Soonyoung wants to say that you look great in yellow. That you look good in everything, that you never once looked bad in your life, but he thinks that that alone would be too much and everyone would know you are his ex, so he doesn’t say anything. He bites his own tongue - he really does and it hurts.

And if the market trip was bad, making dinner was even worse. Everything seemed awkward, you almost didn’t talk with him or Jun, thank god, but everytime you did Jun would giggle and Soonyoung thought about how that was the worst moment of his life - only second for the day of you breaking up. Jun seemed like a very shy and giggly guy, he was indeed charming, and Soonyoung hated that - he was never really a jealous guy but now here he is, freaking out because you are being nice to someone you just met.

Soonyoung thinks he is one step closer to losing his mind. Thirty days of this? He is definitely walking out of this house completely crazy. And what is even worse? Soonyoung told you three different times how he brought chicken breast, and not even once you talked about how you make a mean chicken pasta, and he has been craving that for months now. He once tried eating in a restaurant but didn’t hit the same spot.

“Can I ask you guys something?” Bubbles asks in a low voice, a cup of beer and soju in her hands. There is still a little bit of food on Soonyoung’s plate, mind you it is his second plate but he is just extremely hungry, new experiences makes him hungry. But almost everyone is finished, just munching on a few bites of meat that Soonyoung grilled - he is proud that he didn’t really burn half of it.

“Shoot,” Blossoms beams with a smile.

“Do you guys,” Bubbles starts, she sips on her drink again and he can’t blame her for relying on liquid courage. “Do you guys still have feelings for your ex or that would be weird?”

“I do,” Soonyoung says and you almost get a whiplash, the way that those words leave his mouth is so confident, so sure of his own feelings that make your head spin, “I don’t think it is weird, I mean it depends how it ended, how long was your relationship, how was your relationship,” he finishes with a shrug.

“Wouldn’t that make everything even worse?” Jun pipes up, he says not looking at anyone in particular, looking a little lost on his own feelings. Soonyoung thinks that is the booze, maybe Jun is a worse drinker than him, maybe Soonyoung wins this round. Take that Wen Junhui, Soonyoung 1, Wen Junhui 0.

“I agree with him,” you say pointing at Jun. What the fuck? Is it a tie now?

And you do in fact agree with him. Even since you stepped foot in this house and saw Soonyoung for the first time you wished you were completely over him, but apparently your heart didn’t receive the memo. Because here you were, your heart skipping a beat like a teenager everytime Soonyoung even looked at you.

“Why?” Bubbles ask you, her eyes are so big and so focused that you stutter a bit. She seems truly curious about your opinions and the way your brain was wired, even though she didn’t really seem curious about Jun.

“I just,” You stop to think a little, Soonyoung eyes are glued on you, and now you are the one who needs liquid courage but your glass is empty, “I will have to help the other girls date my ex right?” You added while looking for another beer, “that alone would be even worse if I still had feelings for my ex right?”

“I agree,” Chan says, “but i think that will be weird even if you don’t have feelings for your ex too like it is something it is weird to share in any type of situation.”

“I am the only one then?” Soonyoung asks laughing, he eats another bite of Junhui's noodles and your veggies, and drinks a gulp of his coke. He is a terrible drinker and he won’t cry on the first night.

“I don’t think you are,” Minghao starts, “but I think there are different levels to it, I am not completely over my ex either but I don’t think we should get back together so like, 70% over?”

“I am a hundred percent,” Buttercup says and you start laughing because she is so blunt, “no guys seriously,” she fusses around, “my ex is great, but I think before we broke up we already knew we were over?” She babbled again while someone pressed a cold glass on your arm. When you look at Jun giving you another glass full of beer. “Like, we are friends now and we are cool but 100% over.”

“But even if you are totally over it, being in the same house doesn't shake you up?” Blossoms asks, “because I was like that and being here and sharing this space is fucking me up.”

“Not in my case, no,” Buttercup answers, “what about you?” she says asking you

“Me?” You want to say you are over, you want to say you no longer have feelings for you ex, and you want to be cool and collected like the others, but the way Soonyoung eyes tingles when he looks at you makes you feel like you are a lonely balloon, some kid is hold you down by a flimsy thread, shaking when the wind blows; “I have no idea what I feel right now, I am all over the place.” You groan before drinking from the glass Jun handed to you.

“Ok, not over your ex then,” Buttercup says and makes the whole group laugh but Soonyoung giggles is the only one that rings in your ear.

“You are not the only one you can chill,” Minghao says to Soonyoung and Soonyoung laughs again.

“Thanks god,” Soonyoung cackled, “Imagine being the only one here who still has feelings, but I still think you guys are the weird ones.”

And it is your time to laugh. The group keeps going around asking questions, sometimes it fades to an awkward silence and Soonyoung is the one who speaks up about something completely random to make the group laugh. You guys can’t really talk about much, you can’t talk about your age, or your jobs, or your ex and how long you dated.

Your relationship with Soonyoung was not exceptional in any way. When you look back, even in the end, it was not out of this world. It was an extremely common relationship. Soonyoung was a great boyfriend but that wasn’t enough, and like every relationship ended badly, of course it did. How could it not? You know you broke up because of circumstances - back then Soonyoung was traveling every week working on a tour, his work hours were always unusual; a rehearsal starting at eight or a stage check at ten. It didn’t help that you, as well, had an insane routine, especially when it was election time. Sometimes you wish you covered fashion for a magazine and not national and international politics for one of the biggest TV channels of the country.

In the end, you and Soonyoung ended your relationship because you were too similar. Your commitment to work before anything else matched his work ethics.

You didn’t break up with Soonyoung because he was an asshole, you think that in this situation dealing with a horrible ex boyfriend would be easier; there would be no desire to try again, there would be no heart skipping a beat when Soonyoung says he still feel something for you.

When you look back at your relationship with Soonyoung you think about how it ended before you broke up, before you two come to terms that it wouldn’t work. It ended when you two were so caught up in your life you couldn’t make space for one another, and that, that alone breaks your heart. You didn’t break up because you fell out of love, you broke up because you were no longer a couple, you two no longer able to take care of each other, no longer having the energy to do so.

And that - to you sounds even worse.

“Should we share the rooms?” Minghao’s voice brings you back to reality.

“Rock, paper, scissors and the winner choose first?” Blossom questions.

“Sure.”

[EXCHANGE HOUSE][CAMERA 4, 8]

The second night in the house is somewhat the same as the first one.

Soonyoung doesn’t cook and neither do you, so you guys spend the night just talking with the other people around the table drinking. You sing a little bit, completely out of tune and your rhythm is so bad that it makes everyone laugh. and god, Soonyoung misses you so much he can feel like a physical pain - an ache in his bones, making him feel heavier than he should.

Soonyoung is laughing when he hears the doorbell rings, and everyone is startled by it.

See, the thing is - Soonyoung is not a religious man. He prayed once in a while but as he wasn’t a daily customer he thinks God was very much caught up in other people's problems, those who were more of an habitual client than Soonyoung who prays once in every six months when something goes terribly wrong in his life. But when Minghao lays all the little pics on the table after reading the cue card about the guys choosing the dates Soonyoung knows he is in for a win. If poker was that easy he would be rich.

He knows very well that the wall with a duck neon sign is your favorite coffee, the place that you two used to go to almost every day.

“How do we do this?” Soonyoung asks, all the guys look a little fascinated by the pictures while the girls look like they are about to have a heart attack.

“Do you already have your pick in mind?” Lee Chan questions him astonished.

“Of course,” Soonyoung says proudly, all eyes are on him, and before he knows he is already bending over the table and sticking his hand out, “Can I just pick or?”

“Which one?” Minghao asks, eyes fixed on Soonyoung’s hand. And the tension is so high and Soonyoung kind of loves it, it reminds him of those few minutes before entering on a stage, “What if someone else wants your picture?”

“The duck one,” Soonyoung remarked plainly because he doesn’t really see a reason to lie, “It is cute”

“Me too,” Junhui says and Soonyoung can feel the muscle of his neck almost snap, the aftermath of a whiplash. He blinks looking at the guy in the eyes and at that moment he wants to kill Junhui, he really wants to - kill his own fucking roomate in a tv show, “Let’s do rock paper scissors”

“I said first though” Soonyoung complained and it is childish but he doesn’t really care. If it is to get his way he will probably be even more childish.

“Yeah but you could pick that one if nobody wanted it,” Junhui nagged, almost matching Soonyoung in the childish level. And Soonyoung hates it, most people didn’t tried to go down on Soonyoung’s level. He is not used to someone going so low.

“Can you guys just do rock paper scissors already? It is stressing me out,” Buttercup says by your side, she is already running her nails.

“Ok, let’s go,” Soonyoung says calling Junhui onto the battlefield, he is already warming up his wrist, this is a war and he will bring up his heaviest gunnery.

And Soonyoung isn’t the number one believer, and he doubts God or Jesus or even an angel will listen to him, but yet, he prays for a second or two. And when people say three Soonyoung thinks he hears the angel’s voice singing hallelujah when he sees that Jun threw scissors against his rock.

Soonyoung wins, and he almost screams. Getting up and lifting his hand like it is a gift to beat Junhui on rock papers and scissors, he is almost vibrating - happiness filling his whole body. He looks at his own hand, the neon duck pic between his fingers, his most prized possession.

“Are you that happy?” You ask him, “that’s kinda suspicious Soonyoung.”

“Yeah,” he says, finally back in reality and sitting down after picking up the picture with the little neon duck in it, “the duck is cute there is nothing suspicious.”

“Wow,” Bubbles says laughing, “he totally chose his ex.”

“He did, didn't he?” Minghao pipes up, “thank god it will be in secret.”

[INTERVIEW ROOM][CAMERA 1]

“Why did you choose the picture with the duck?” Is the first thing the producers after the girl with the slate get off the frame.

Soonyoung feels more at ease now. He knows how it works - stare at the camera, answer the question with more than a yes or no, and let the people doing the heavy lifting in the editing room. Even though the producer is staring at him with a scowl he is somewhat used to it too, she is always like that. Even back in the interviews prior to the house, she always looked like a step away from a mental breakdown.

At some point Soonyoung just accepted that being angry and stressed may be part of her nature, some people are worriers, and he is sure that 80% of the time she is not really angry with him, so he just live his life diligently shooting her program without caring too much about it.

“Oh,” Soonyoung giggles at her bluntness, he really thinks it is funny enough to clap his hand and all that, “I knew it was my ex picture,” he says in a voice full of pride, “thank God I was super lucky, Junhui was like I want that too but-” he lifts his hand, “I really think I was blessed.”

“But why?” The producer tries again, she crosses her legs and writes something in her notebook, “We know you choose because she is your ex and you knew that it was her picture, but why”

“Ah, I think,” Soonyoung takes a pause to think about it - he really didn’t even think about why, it just felt right. “It is the first date right? So I guess it's just me trying to shoot my shot earlier on and making things clear.”

“Cut,” The producer says louder, “They are gonna be the first couple,” She says to her assistant, “there is no way we can go around without making it clear they are a couple, the editor rooms are not doing magic or miracles yet.”

#kwon soonyoung fic #kwon soonyoung fanfic #hoshi fic #hoshi fanfic #seventeen fanfic #t: seventeen #t: kwon soonyoung #t: writing #t: exchange series #t: exchange s01ep01

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lovelyleclercs · 2 years

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Chapter Six- Silent Confessions

Arthur Leclerc x Sofia Sine

-> Arthur tags along with Sofia to her treatment appointment, but little does he know, this appointment is going to make him finally realize that maybe he is ready to do what he has always been afraid to do.

warnings: this one is a doozy I'm not going to lie. Mentions of cancer, dizziness, body shakes, cold sweats, IV's, cancer treatments, hospitals, pain, I think that's all, but please let me know if I missed anything, I don't know how cancer treatments actually go, I only ever heard of bits and pieces so if anything is wrong, I am sorry, I'm writing a fictional story regardless.

word count: 2276

a/n: i’m so sorry for the next few chapters bestied

The day Sofia had dreaded most finally arrived.

Arthur had insisted on accompanying her to her treatment today, which was both exactly what she wanted and exactly what she didn’t want all at once.

She hated going to treatments alone- nobody to talk to to help pass the time, nobody to hold her when she was in pain- but she also didn’t want Arthur to see her in such a distraught state.

As she was getting dressed, Sofia felt her nerves begin to take over, the pain of the previous treatment seemingly taking over her body as she remembered every detail from nearly two weeks ago.

Sofia sighed, leaning against the wall as she looked down at the floor, praying that the dizziness she was feeling would go away soon.

Arthur didn’t fail to notice how long it was taking her to get ready either. He knew how little time she always took to get ready, so the fact that she had been in the bathroom for nearly a half hour now concerned him. “Sof? Are you ok in there?”

Arthur’s knock on the door startled Sofia, causing her to jump, slightly gasping as she did so. After allowing her breath a moment to relax to its normal state, Sofia opened the door, giving Arthur a small nod. “Yes, lets go”

Arthur nodded a little, knowing all too well that Sofia had been lying to him, but not wanting to argue with her on an already tough day. “Alright, lead the way”

Sofia slipped her shoes and coat on before walking out to Arthur’s car. He had insisted on driving, which Sofia was extremely thankful for as she didn’t want to drive herself again.

The ride to the hospital was silent, neither of them knowing what to say to each other. Arthur was afraid of saying something that would upset Sofia and Sofia was afraid of admitting how scared she was for the appointment.

As Arthur came to a stop at a red light, he noticed that Sofia was picking at the skin around her nails, something she always did when she was anxious. Without saying anything, Arthur grabbed ahold of her hand, preventing her from picking but also trying to bring her a sense of comfort.

Sofia looked down at their interlocked hands once the car had gotten going again, taking a deep breath as she squeezed his hand tightly.

When Arthur pulled into a parking space, he unbuckled himself and let go of Sofia’s hand, getting out of the car and opening her door for her. Sofia climbed out of the red Ferrari and headed straight towards the front doors of the hospital, knowing that she couldn’t avoid the day any longer.

After checking in and getting sent to a room, Sofia sat up in the bed, staring at the sheets in front of her almost as if she was too embarrassed to make eye contact with Arthur. “This isn’t an easy thing for me, you know”

Arthur moved his chair closer to the bed so he could be as close to you as possible without breaking your personal bubble. “I can only imagine”

Sofia sighed and started picking at the skin around her nails again, trying to fight the urge to cry. “It’s just painful and it makes me feel weak and I hate it”

Arthur held his hand out for Sofia’s, offering it to her if she wanted it.

Sofia sighed and put her hand in his, leaning against the back of the bed. “I haven’t even let Charlotte come to one of these. I hate people seeing me so sick and vulnerable.”

Arthur nodded a little, his hand squeezing hers gently “I know, but it’s just me. Don’t feel bad or anything”

“I know it’s just you, but I hate knowing that my pain hurts you. And don’t say that it doesn’t because I know it does. I can see it in your eyes”

“You know why it hurts me?” Arthur asked, squeezing her hand gently as his eyes met hers.

“Why?”

“Because I care about you and because I love you. That’s why it hurts me. Your pain is my pain and vice versa. We feel each other’s pain.” Arthur said quietly, his thumb gently rubbing Sofia’s hand.

Sofia nodded, knowing that Arthur was right- they both always reciprocated each other's feelings without fail.

The door to her room opened, snapping her out of her thoughts as she turned away from Arthur, turning her attention towards Dr. M who had just walked in.

“Hello, oh my goodness you’ve finally brought a visitor…Is this your boyfriend?” she asked, pointing at Sofia and Arthur who had still been holding hands.

Sofia laughed a little and shook her head, giving Arthur’s hand a tight squeeze. “No, this is Arthur, my best friend”

“Ah yes, best friend, that is what they all say. I give it a month before I walk in on the two of you making out in here”

Sofia turned bright red, a laugh escaping her lips as she shook her head. “I think that would have already happened by now considering we’ve been friends for 15 years”

“Wow.. that’s gotta be a record or something”

Sofia laughed and squeezed Arthur’s hand once more. “yeah, I guess so”

Dr. M smiled and sat down beside you, pulling out all of the equipment she needed to get your treatment started. “Well, were there any serious side effects you noticed between last treatment and now?”

Sofia bit her cheek, knowing that her dizziness between treatments had gotten worse, but not wanting to say anything. “No, all good”

Arthur looked at Sofia, giving her a look, indicating that he knew she was lying. “Sof”

Sofia sighed and looked at Dr. M again. “The dizziness had gotten worse.. Since the time before”

Dr. M nodded a bit, looking at Sofia’s charts before putting the clipboard back down. “With how high of a dosage you are currently receiving, heavy dizziness is normal, but if it gets to the point where you are constantly dizzy, please let me know and we can lower the dosage, ok?”

Sofia nodded and smiled a little. “I will”

“Alright I'm going to start the IV treatment now then. Remember, this burns at first, but the painful sting will eventually go away.”

Sofia nodded, staring up at the ceiling so she wouldn’t have to watch the IV go in “ok”

Just as Dr. M was about to start the IV, Arthur tilted Sofia’s head towards him. “You know, I was kinda hoping you’d still be able to come to my first F2 race.. Only if you are up to it of course”

Sofia smiled a little and nodded. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Arthur. You know that.”

“Well if you aren’t feeling well enough to travel, I don’t want you to come. You need to look after yourself first” Arthur said as he placed his hand on her cheek, gently rubbing her cheek bone with his thumb.

Sofia smiled a little, relaxing under his touch- however the relaxation didn’t last very long.

When Sofia felt the strong burning sensation of the medicine a few moments later, she flinched and looked away from Arthur, not wanting him to see her in pain.

Arthur sat down on the edge of the bed, rubbing Sofia’s arm gently with one hand while his other hand played with her hair, trying everything he could to help her relax under such pain.

“Alright, you know the drill. It takes about two hours for all of the medicine to go through, I’ll pop in every so often to check on you. Press the red button if you need anything, ok?”

Sofia nodded, thanking Dr. M before she walked out, leaving Arthur and Sofia alone in the room.

It didn’t take long for Sofia’s body to start shaking- something that was completely normal for her during her treatment sessions.

Arthur kissed the top of her head before lying down in the bed, pulling her close to him as he held onto her tightly. “I’ve got you” he whispered, placing another gentle kiss to the top of her head.

Sofia took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she buried her face into the crook of his neck. “C-cold” she managed to whisper, feeling the cold sweats start, yet another one of the lovely side effects she went through during these treatments.

Arthur pulled a few more blankets over the two of them, wrapping her up in them the best he could. “Is that better?”

Sofia nodded a little, finally finding some sort of comfort in Arthur’s arms.

Arthur played with her hair a bit, sitting in a comfortable silence yet again that day- the only sounds filling the room were those of the machines closely monitoring Sofia’s health.

After about a half hour, Sofia had actually fallen asleep, the comfort of Arthur's arms lulling her to sleep.

When Dr. M walked in to check on her, she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her patient sound asleep in the arms of Arthur. “This is the most relaxed I've seen her since the diagnosis, you know. She must feel safe and comfortable with you”

Arthur smiled a little, his hand rubbing Sofia’s back gently. “I hope so”

“You like her, don’t you?” Dr. M asked, taking a seat on the other side of the bed as she began checking Sofia’s stats.

Arthur chuckled a little “is it that obvious?”

Dr. M smiled, giving Arthur a quick nod. “It’s very obvious. She likes you too, you know. I can tell by the way her face lights up when she talks about you. You should tell her how you feel, she needs you now more than ever”

“It’s hard, you know, having feelings for your best friend. We have built such a relationship over the past 15 years, if we broke up, I would lose her completely. The idea of that scares me”

“But what if you two end up married with children and grow old together? It’s important to look at both sides, you know”

Arthur nodded a little, letting out a sigh. “You’re right.”

Dr. M smiled and nodded. “Of course I am, I'm always right.” she said as she slowly began to remove the IV from Sofia’s arm, putting a bandage around the spot where the IV once laid.

“She is all set to go home”

Arthur nodded and thanked Dr. M, watching her walk out of the door before he gently shook Sofia awake. “Sof” he whispered, not wanting to startle her too much.

Sofia opened her eyes slowly, the first thing she saw being Arthur who was smiling down at her.

Arthur gently brushed some hair out of her face and placed a kiss on her forehead. “It’s over, Sof. It’s time to go home”

Sofia shook her head, closing her eyes once more. She was already exhausted and had no desire to do the simplest task like walking to the car.

“How about I carry you to the car? Then you can sleep on the ride home?”

Sofia nodded, her eyes remaining closed as she wrapped her arms around Arthur’s neck, preparing herself to be carried by him.

Arthur smiled a little and picked her up, carrying her bride style in his arms as he made his way out of the hospital and to the car.

When he was finally able to get the door to his Ferrari open, he gently placed Sofia in the passenger seat and buckled her in, ensuring that she would remain safe on the drive home.

The ride home was silent like the ride to the hospital, only this time it was due to the fact that Sofia was sound asleep.

As Arthur drove through the streets of Monaco, making his way towards Sofia’s apartment, he couldn’t help but think about what Dr. M had told him.

“She needs you now more than ever”

“You should tell her”

“She likes you too, you know”

Arthur sighed and rubbed the hand Sofia still had a grip on with his thumb. Every part of him wanted to tell her how he felt- how she had been the girl he had been chasing all along, how there wasn’t and probably never will be another girl, how in his mind it had always been her- but he was terrified to do so.

What if she didn’t feel the same? The fear of rejection was high on top of the reasons why he shouldn’t tell her list.

What if she did feel the same way, but years down the road the two of them realize it was a huge mistake and he loses her forever.

What if she does feel the same way, but she loses her battle with cancer and he has to grieve his best friend and the love of his life.

But what if, like Dr. M said, the two of them have children and grow old together? The images of a much older Arthur and Sofia sitting on a porch swing flashed in Arthur’s head, and he couldn’t help but smile.

When Arthur pulled into the parking garage of the apartment buildings Sofia lived in, he put the car into park and unbuckled himself before turning to face Sofia.

“I’m in love with you, Sofia, and something tells me you are too” he whispered, almost as if he was rehearsing the sentence for when Sofia would be awake to hear it.

If he ever got the courage to admit it to her when she could hear it, that is.

chapter 7

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thewildlorelei · 1 year

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Love is Sick and Love is Blind (Mob AU)

pairing: wally darling/original female character(Millie Morning)

rating: M

pretty obvious but this is fan content of welcome home

author's note: Millie is my Welcome Home oc! Millie is a bunny puppet so there will be mention of things like her ears and tail and bunny feet. Just didn’t want people going in and being confused about the bunny talk. I will add reference art for what Millie looks like in this au once I get around to actually designing it lol. The design and concept for Mob Boss Wally comes from the Welcome Home Mob AU from clownsuu which is also linked. I highly recommend you check out their stuff if you haven’t already, it’s amazing. Please also note that this is more inspired by their au so I will be adding some of my own interpritation of things and won’t be 100% accurate to their canon lore for the au. Ok I think that’s everything for now, sorry this is so long lol Also the inspiration for the garden comes from "The boss's garden" on AO3 by Anonymous.

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Mob Boss Wally Darling

Chapter 1 - Somewhere Only You Know

Today just had to be the worst day of Millie’s life. Why else would she be hiding away in the corner of a magnificent garden crying. She was in the most beautiful garden she had ever seen and she was sitting there, not enjoying any of it.

To be honest she shouldn’t even be here. She didn’t know who owned this garden. It was in the middle of town and didn’t seem to be a public place so she was technically trespassing. It wasn’t her fault though. She just needed a place to hide for a bit, just until she calmed down. There wasn’t anyone else here that she could see so she figured she was relatively safe.

Millie had only been living in the city for a couple of months now but things were already going badly. She just didn’t know what to do anymore, and so here she was crying. Because crying was what she was good at, it was like she was born to cry. She did it all the time, over every little thing. Most people around her thought it was annoying, that she was just being dramatic and a big cry baby. It really bothered her that they thought that, as if she could control it.

She wiped at her eyes under where they were hidden by her bangs, trying to stem the flow. It wasn’t helping. She had created a wet spot on her skirt where she had been leaning with her head on her knees. She was trying to think about her options, what she could do about her problems that were piling up. That was until a voice startled her from her thoughts.

“Hello there, neighbor.”

Millie gasped. Her ears shot straight up as she quickly lifted her head from her knees. There was a man standing beside the fence leading to her hiding spot. He was short, about the same height as her, his hair was blue and curly and pulled up into a messy roll on top. Curls fell loose beside his ears and down between his eyes. He was dressed nicely with striped pants, a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, suspenders, and a red ascot. A too large jacket was draped around his shoulders and he had his hands in his pockets. But the thing that was most notable about him was the scar over his right eye.

The eye was closed, she wondered if that meant it was gone. His other eye was trained on her, half lidded with an almost lazy look. He was smiling, so at least it didn’t seem like he was mad to find her here.

“I don’t mean to interrupt but I heard you crying.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry, is this your garden? I didn’t mean to intrude, I didn't think anyone was here.” She started to get up, wiping at her eyes again. “It is, but that’s alright, I usually come here to be alone, but it seems like you needed some alone time too.” He said with a laid back smile on his face. She couldn’t help but blush in embarrassment at getting caught, happy her face was so hidden behind her hair.

“I’m really sorry, I’ll just go.” Millie started to move from the corner she was in.

“You can’t leave yet, you’ve made me so curious why a beautiful girl like you is crying by herself in my garden.” He gave her a charming smile. “Please, walk with me. I’ll show you around the garden and you can tell me about it.” He tilted his head to gesture that she should come over to him. He had an intimidating air that she couldn’t quite place. It felt like he must be in charge of something, he had a commanding presence. She really didn’t want to upset him but she also knew not to trust strange men. He must be rich and powerful, she thought, for him to own such a large beautiful garden in the middle of the city.

He must have sensed her hesitation. “I promise I’m a good listener.” That was it, she couldn’t just walk away when he was being so nice about it. And honestly? She really could use someone to talk to, and she didn’t have anyone else at the moment. She smiled. “Alright. I would love to see the garden after all. I used to do some gardening myself, this place is magnificent.”

He led them over to a brick pathway that wound its way through the whole garden. He slowly walked beside her with even relaxed steps, pointing out a couple of things here and there that he liked most. About halfway through he slowed his pace. “So tell me, what brought you to my garden?”

She looked away. “Oh it all feels so silly now.”

“I’d like to hear about it anyway.” There was a slight tone in his voice that made her feel like this was more of a demand than a request. “Well, I moved to this city only a couple months ago. I moved in with my grandparents cause they are the only family I have left and I had nowhere else to go after my mom died. I didn’t have enough money to support myself at the time and they were nice enough to let me stay.” She started to fidget with her hands again. “But..they have changed since I was little. They have very strong expectations for people and have rigid ideas on what a person should be and do with their life. I ended up lying to them about what I was doing for work because I knew they wouldn’t like it.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a bartender. I really enjoy it actually, despite the drawbacks.” He nodded in understanding. “But this morning they found out what I had been doing. They were so mad, more than I thought they would be. They said what I was doing was sinful and that if I was going to do the devil's work that I wasn’t allowed to live there anymore. Not only that, they told me that they were disowning me, that I wasn’t their granddaughter anymore.” Her voice was tight, trying to swallow the tears that were forming again.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Family should be there for each other no matter what. And disowning family? Just deciding you don’t want to be family anymore? It doesn’t make sense. Family is for life.” There was something intense in the way he talked about it. “You must be very close to your family.” Millie prompted. “Oh yes, my family is everything to me.” She smiled. “That sounds so nice.” There was longing in her voice. They continued walking in silence for a moment.

“You know, that doesn’t actually explain how you ended up here in the garden.” “Oh yeah. Well, it’s sort of related. Like I said, I work at a bar nearby and a couple of days ago there were these two guys in there giving me a hard time. I work alone most of the time, except for the bouncer of course. They were so drunk and just wouldn’t leave me alone and I finally had to kick them out. They were pretty upset about it. They kept yelling and threatening to send the mob after me for treating them like that. It did freak me out a little.”

“The mob, huh?” He said, a hint of mirth in his voice. “What did these guys look like?” She described them to him and he hummed. “Sounds about right. I don’t think you’ll have to worry about them. Either they were lying about being in with the mob or they are so low level that no one will care if they got kicked out of some bar.” “Oh really? That’s honestly such a relief. I’m not trying to get on someone’s bad side right after I just got to this town.” Millie stopped for a moment to admire a bush of incredible multi-colored hydrangeas.

“Anyway, today I was taking a walk trying to clear my head and I just happened to see those men ahead on the street coming towards me. I was so upset from getting kicked out earlier and I really didn’t want to chance anything happening with them so I came down the alley over there.” She pointed to the fence where you could see a gap in the buildings on the other side. “I think they saw me cause they started following me down the alley. So I jumped the fence and ended up here.”

“You…jumped the fence? There’s razor wire at the top, how did you manage…?” She stuck out a foot, showing off her bare rabbit feet. “I’m really good at jumping high.” She laughed and continued her story. “Luckily it doesn’t seem like they kept following me. I was just so overwhelmed that I sat down and cried.” She turned her face away from him, feeling a little ashamed. “I cry really easy, people tend to call me a crybaby.” She laughed at herself a little.

“There’s no shame in crying, neighbor. All of that sounds like you are justified. I think I'd even shed some tears if I lost my family.” She looked back to him, giving him an appreciative smile. “So that’s it, that’s my sad story.”

“Hmm.” He thought for a moment. “What I’m hearing is that you need a new place to stay.” Her head fell forward slightly. “Yeah, I guess I do. I was planning on staying at a motel or something till I can find a new place.” She knew she shouldn’t be offering up so much information about herself to him, he was still just a stranger, but there was something about him that made her want to tell him everything.

“No, we can’t have that, neighbor.” He stopped beside a bush of beautiful shasta daisies, leaning down to pick one. He twirled the stem between his fingers. She noticed he had a silver ring on every finger on both hands.

“I know an apartment building nearby, it’s very nice, recently built. Rent’s high but I’ll give them a call and tell them I know someone looking for a place and ask them to lower rent to match what you can afford. How does that sound?” Millie was silent for a moment, shocked by the offer. “Really? That’s…that’s amazing…and..way too generous of you. We’ve only just met and you’d do that for me?”

He laughed, it was an awkward stuttered laugh, but it felt genuine. “Of course. I couldn’t very well just let you leave here knowing you had nowhere to go. Here…” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a business card. “This is the place. Give them a call later and they’ll get you sorted out.” She took the card and just stared at it like it was too good to be true. “Wow, how can I ever thank you for helping me like this?” He brought his hand to his chin as if he were considering it. “I’d like you to stay in touch, and go out to dinner with me sometime.” Her face felt hot. “Well I suppose that’s the least I can do to repay you for helping me like this.” “Deal?” He reached out as if to shake on it. She took his hand and laughed, shaking it. “Deal.”

He turned to keep walking along the path. “There is only a little more to see, then I’ll show you the door so you can leave without hopping over the fence.” She winced. “Sorry again about that.” She could feel him looking at her so she tried to pretend not to notice.

“What do you know about the local mob?” He asked suddenly. “It’s just that you mentioned those men and I’ve been wondering how much you know since you’re so new in town.”

“Hmmm, I know some stuff. I hear things in passing working at the bar. As far as I know there are two main families in this town. The Flowers?” He nodded stiffly. “And the other is the Home family I think?” “Yeah that’s right.” He was looking at her again. She almost felt like he was testing her. So she tried to offer more. “I really don’t know much beyond that. Oh! I do know the names of the heads of each family. There’s Aster Flowers, for the Flowers family of course, and the other is Wally Darling if I remember right. The guys at the bar talking about it said he was pretty scary. I’d really hate to get on his bad side, so I hope you’re right that he wouldn’t come after me.”

He laughed again, lighting touching his fingertips to his forehead. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” He raised his hand, gently placing the daisy in her hair behind her ear. She felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach. There was just something so charming about him. He felt dangerous in a way but she couldn’t help but feel drawn in. They finally reached a gate that led out back to the street.

“Let me ask one last favor, let's say as ‘payment’ for entering my garden.” She laughed awkwardly again. “My sob story wasn’t enough?” “Not quite.” He sounded serious. “Um, sure.” That made her nervous, what if it was something she didn’t want to say or do?

“Let me see your eyes.”

“My eyes?” She asked. Well that was certainly much better than anything else that had flashed through her mind. “Yes.” He said, staring at her intently. She looked away for a moment. “Alright, I suppose.” She didn’t really mind, there was nothing to hide, well except for her face in general, but that was more of a comfort thing than an insecure thing. She reached up and pushed her bangs out of the way of her eyes. “It’s not like they're anything special.” She laughed to herself. He was silent for a moment. Actually maybe she was starting to feel insecure.

“Beautiful.”

Her eyes darted to his, he was so focused on her it made the heat rise in her cheeks again but this time she couldn’t hide it. His pupil dilated and his smile grew. After a moment he lightly shook his head. “Sorry for staring, but you have lovely eyes. Also that heart on your cheek is a surprise.”

She dropped her bangs, feeling safe again from having her emotions on such obvious display. “Oh yeah, I’ve always had that, kids used to tease me about it.” Ske mentally kicked herself a little, why had she said that. She thought that she better get out of there soon, this was all very intense and she felt like she needed time to breathe and think about all of this. He was staring again despite his apology for doing so, it gave her goosbumps. She thought she better thank him again and get going.

“Thank you again, mister…” She stopped, eyes going wide. “Oh! Where are my manners! You’ve been so kind and I haven’t even introduced myself.” She stuck out her hand. “I’m Millie Morning!” The smile that appeared on his face could have made her melt. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Millie.” He took her hand in his.

“I’m Wally, Wally Darling.”

#welcome home fic #welcome home mob au #wally darling #millie morning #love is sick and love is blind #i really hope y'all like this cause im so aaaaaaa about actually posting fics lol

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ghostofaboy · 10 months

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Rock Bottom - Filled And Fulfilled

Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of.

Frankie continues his first day with Tilly up in the bedroom.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 2474 Chapter: 19/?

Warnings: implied/referenced drug use, drug addiction, self-esteem issues, angst, Frankie not coping, dubious consent, prostitution, mentions of group sex, rimming, anal sex, dirty talk,

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Part 18 / Part 1 / Masterpost

Frankie was a prostitute now. The thought came to him suddenly as he looked down at his naked body spattered with the evidence. It was strange. He thought he’d feel different, but he oddly felt the same. A peculiar calm washed over Frankie as he realized this was his new reality. He worked for Tilly now. Tilly would use him, and then he’d be sat around waiting for the next time Tilly wanted him. And he was ok with that.

Tilly had fingered him on the lawn, and all Frankie could think about was how much more he needed. Leaning back, the cool leather of the sofa caused goosebumps to dance across his skin as he gazed lazily around the sitting room. His soft cock resting between his legs stirred slightly as his mind drifted back to Tilly.

After finishing off Frankie and helping him up, Tilly’s phone had begun to ring. Frowning, he had apologized to Frankie, saying he had to take the call, and hurried back inside. Now Frankie could hear the muffled one-sided conversation coming from Tilly’s home office as he sat next to his clothes on the sofa.

Frankie had thought about getting dressed, but there was really no point. He’d be naked again as soon as Tilly returned. And besides, he had cum on his stomach that he really didn’t want to get on his t-shirt.

Reaching over to his jeans, Frankie pulled out his own phone, breathing a sigh of relief as he saw he had no new messages. Hopefully, Tyler would be too busy with his friends to think of Frankie today. It was a long shot as Tyler had gotten into the habit of texting Frankie at least once a day to check on how his withdrawal was going and offer support. Tyler was a naturally kind soul, and Frankie knew he didn’t deserve him.

Putting his phone back into his jeans pocket and standing up, Frankie headed up the stairs toward the main bathroom. He may as well wash this cum off himself before Tilly returned, and some was already starting to dry in his mustache. Filling the sink up, Frankie tidied himself up before drying off.

Opening the bathroom door, Frankie almost jumped out of his skin to find Tilly waiting outside the room. The other man jumped, too, with his hand reaching out for the door handle. Meeting Tilly’s eyes, Frankie let out a soft laugh.

“Everything ok?”

“My son.” Tilly smiled, running a hand over Frankie’s clean torso. “He’s had a falling out with his friend, so he’s coming home.”

“Oh.” Frankie frowned, feeling actual disappointment at the thought of being sent home early. “Do, do you want me to go?”

“No.” Tilly shook his head, pulling Frankie towards the master bedroom. “He won’t be home for a couple of hours yet, and besides, it’s not like he doesn’t know you’ll be here.”

“You’ve told him?” Frankie stepped into the minimally decorated master suite. The large room was dominated by a huge bed with two nightstands on either side. The far wall was a single massive window overlooking the garden, while the wall next to the door was lined with two large closet doors. Opposite the bed was more closet space and a door, no doubt leading to the master bathroom.

“Didn’t need to.” Tilly steered Frankie over to the bed. “How do you think I found out about Gavin’s little scheme with you?”

“What?” Frankie’s heart faltered as he spun to face Tilly. “Your… son? He…?”

“He and two friends rented you from Gavin,” Tilly replied nonchalantly, reaching into the side table to pull out a bottle of lube. “The three of them made a rather filthy video of themselves with you, which they planned to put online. I found it when checking Jason’s computer. Don’t worry, I stopped them.”

Frankie sat on the bed, processing what he’d just learned. Brushing over why Tilly would be checking his son’s computer, Frankie’s stomach lurched at the discovery of yet more footage of sex he didn’t remember. What if Tilly hadn’t found it? Would it have ended up online? Could you see his face in it?

“Frankie.” Tilly lifted Frankie’s face up to look at him, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Don’t worry. I have the video now.”

“How old is your son?” The question left his lips before Frankie’s brain had a chance to react. Shit. Why would he ask that? Did it even matter now?

“18.” Tilly answered simply. “Old enough to fuck who he wants and old enough to know I do the same. You didn’t remember, did you?”

Frankie shook his head. “There’s a lot I don’t remember, and this is the second video I’ve found out about.”

“What was the first?”

“Gavin has at least one on his phone.” Frankie sighed. “There are probably more.”

“Leave it with me.” Tilly gently kissed Frankie’s forehead. “Let me deal with young Mr Ross. Now, relax. Jason will be home in a couple of hours. So why don’t we try to gross him out as much as possible by being as loud as we can?”

Frankie laughed softly as Tilly kissed the top of his head again. Reaching out, he began to pull down Tilly’s sweatpants, his eyes widening as he noticed that Tilly’s cock was still impressively thick, even when soft. Tilly yanked off his t-shit, throwing it to the floor before stepping out of his sweatpants.

“Up on the bed on your knees.” He ordered, motioning to Frankie. “Face down, ass up.”

Frankie did as he was told, positioning himself on the bed with his ass towards Tilly, who offered him a pillow. Tucking it under his chest Frankie pushed his ass up, feeling the air against his skin.

“Knees a little wider.” Tilly helped spread Frankie’s legs slightly more and lifted his ass further into the air until his entrance was displayed how he wanted. “Perfect. You have a perfect ass, you know that?”

Frankie didn’t answer as Tilly gently ran a finger around the ring of muscle, sending shivers up Frankie’s spine. He could feel Tilly’s warm breath on his ass and couldn’t stop himself from letting out a small whimper as Tilly’s hot tongue nudged against his entrance.

“From the moment I saw this ass, I needed to have it.” Tilly murmured into Frankie’s ass, his tongue lapping around the twitching opening. “So fucking perfect. Love watching it swallowing a cock.”

Tilly continued to kiss and lick at Frankie's hole, drawing gasps and moans from him. Burying his face in Frankie's ass, holding his cheeks as wide as they would go with both hands, Tilly flicked his tongue against the entrance before slowly pushing it passed the rim. Frankie writhed as Tilly set about ravishing his ass, sloppily fucking Frankie on his tongue before returning to the rim to suck and tease.

"Fuck, fuck, ah..." Frankie's thighs quivered as Tilly's relentless attention continued. He could feel his cock stirring, it wasn’t hardening just yet, but Frankie knew it soon would. It hadn’t been that long since he’d come in the garden, and he wasn’t as young as he used to be. But that fire in his stomach was returning, urging his cock to recover faster, making his body shudder.

The sound of lube being pumped caught Frankie’s attention, and he turned his head just enough to see Tilly pushing both his thumbs deep into Frankie’s waiting hole. Gripping his ass cheeks with his fingers, Tilly began to pull, using his thumbs to gently open Frankie’s ass before spitting into it.

Frankie moaned loudly as he felt the hot wet saliva trickle inside him, with a small amount escaping to drip down onto his balls. Another glob of spit hit him, accompanied by a further pull of Tilly’s thumbs to open his gaping hole.

“Gonna make you nice and sloppy,” Tilly growled, licking a stripe from Frankie’s balls up and over his open entrance. “Gonna leave you gaping by Monday.”

Frankie let out another wanton moan, his heart racing at Tilly's words. His cock was throbbing again; although still flaccid, it twitched as Frankie gripped the bed sheets. He could feel Tilly's grip release him, the thumbs slipping from his ass, leaving him feeling empty and cold.

Biting his lip, Frankie looked over his shoulder to see Tilly stand up straight, grinning at him. His heavy cock already standing proudly against his stomach. Locking eyes with Frankie, Tilly gripped the base of his shaft, slapping it down against Frankie's waiting hole a few times, pulling further groans and whimpers from him.

"Please... please," Frankie pleaded, adjusting slightly to force his legs wider still, bearing his entrance for Tilly.

“No need to beg, baby.” Tilly chuckled, applying a few squirts of lube to the bulbous head of his cock. “I have plans for this ass, starting with filling you full of cum.”

Frankie panted as Tilly began to ease his length carefully into Frankie’s ass. Despite knowing that Tilly had fucked him before, Frankie felt as though he was being split in two. The stretch was intense, bordering on painful, as Tilly’s girth filled him entirely. It took almost a full minute for Tilly to sink himself fully into Frankie, hissing and adjusting with more lube as needed.

“Good boy.” Tilly purred, pausing to give Frankie a chance to adjust to his size. “You can take it. I know you can. Just breathe.”

Reaching around to Frankie’s cock, Tilly tenderly stroked Frankie’s half-hard shaft, fully awakening it as Frankie focused on his breathing. Finally, the pain ebbed away, although Frankie still felt stuffed.

“I’m good.”

“I know you are.” Tilly cooed, letting go of his cock and gently stroking down Frankie’s thigh. “You’re doing great. It’s been a while since we’ve done this, and you’re usually much more relaxed.”

“High.” Frankie corrected.

“Yes.” Tilly began to rock into Frankie slowly. “But we’re not doing that anymore. This way takes longer, but it’s better.”

Frankie nodded in agreement, feeling Tilly pull slowly out before lazily burying himself to the hilt again. Placing his hands on Frankie’s hips, Tilly began to move. His pace was slow, tender almost, as he pumped into Frankie, rolling his hips with every other thrust.

Frankie moaned softly, burning his face into the mattress, his head emptying of everything except for the pressure building in his groin. He felt full, his skin prickling with every roll of Tilly’s hips. His ball swung heavily, already needing release again, as Frankie was overcome with a hazy feeling, almost like being drunk.

“So good.” Tilly steadily poured praise onto Frankie as he continued his languid pace. “You feel so good, nice and relaxed now, baby.” Tilly began to up the tempo as his words coached Frankie to the next stage. “That’s right. This is what you’re here for. Your ass was made for cock. Look at you taking it so well. Such a good little slut.”

Tilly snapped his hips forward, striking them against Frankie’s ass, sending jolts of electricity straight to his cock. Upping the tempo further, Tilly set a new brutal pace as he pounded into Frankie’s gaping hole. The sound of smacking flesh filled the space as Frankie pushed his ass back to meet Tilly’s thrusts. Arching his back, Frankie could feel Tilly digging his nails into his hips as he frantically slammed into Frankie.

"Take it,” Tilly grunted with each snap of his hips. “Take. It. This ass was made for this. Fucking take it like the slut you are."

Frankie's face burned as sweat dripped from him, rolling down his face and pooling near his cheek pressed into the mattress. He panted, feeling his dripping cock swinging between his legs, the tip brushing against the bed beneath him. It wasn’t quite giving enough friction to push him closer to the edge but mixing and merging with the sensation inside from Tilly hitting his prostate, making Frankie whine and huff out the occasional “Fuck.”

Eventually, Tilly’s pace began to falter, his hips stuttering, jerking forward to push deep into Frankie. Then with a strangled cry, Frankie felt Tilly buck into him harshly and flood his ass.

“Oh fuck, Frankie, fuck.” Tilly rasped. “Come on, baby, come for me. I need to feel you come. Nice and loud. Scream for me, Frankie.”

Still huffing with exhaustion, Tilly resumed thrusting, fucking Frankie over the edge until all Frankie could see were stars as his orgasm hit him like a truck. His muscles tensed, clenching down and gripping Tilly's cock, as static filled his head. Frankie trembled, letting out a final long, loud moan before collapsing beneath Tilly.

As the cock slipped out of his ass, Frankie let himself fall onto his side, feeling some of the cum dribble out onto the bed. He was vaguely aware of Tilly leaving to head into the master bathroom, hearing the faucet run and the gush of water.

He left lighter. Better perhaps. Tilly had known precisely how to touch him, how to fuck him, to make the voices stop. To make the clouds of darkness part, if only for a moment. Fucking Tilly had made him dizzy, light-headed, and utterly amazing. Like being drunk. Like being high. Some part of him screamed to stop, yelled loudly that this was a bad idea. But the other part, the bigger part, was in bliss. It wanted more. Needed more.

“Here.” Tilly returned with a washcloth, gently wiping Frankie down. “You were fantastic. Forgot how much you come thought.” Tilly laughed, and Frankie followed his gaze to the puddle of cum on the bed sheets. Frankie let out a tired huff of laughter.

“Might need to shower,” Frankie murmured. Tilly laughed again, nodding.

“Definitely need a shower.” Tilly gently opened Frankie’s ass cheeks to look lustfully at his cum filled hole. “Can you keep that in while we take a breather?”

Frankie shook his head. Tilly nodded, opening the side table and pulling out a thick red plug. Frankie lifted a shaking leg, wincing as Tilly pushed the plug into place before dropping his leg back down. Tilly slumped down next to him, breathing heavily with a wide grin.

“Food?” Tilly reached over to brush Frankie’s sweaty, matted hair out of his face. “Come on. Let's go grab a snack, get our second wind, then we’ll clean up properly.”

Groaning as he stood back up, Tilly began pulling Frankie off the bed despite his protests. Rolling his eyes, Frankie allowed himself a small smile as he followed Tilly back downstairs, the plug firmly in place, rubbing that sweet spot. Passing through the sitting room on the way to the kitchen, Frankie was almost sure he heard his phone’s message alert before shaking his head to help Tilly prepare food for them.

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HI OP HI KAIA I just finished bingeing literally everything that is out rn in the waiting for us series and. I have to start by saying im so sorry for spamming ur notifs

I HOPE U CAN FORGIVE ME I AM SO SORRY BUT IT'S 1AM RN AND I JUST DISCOVERED THIS SERIES AND I LOVE IT TO DEATH

the premise alone had me so so hooked but I absolutely ADORE the social media format?? like the combination of texts/tweets/writing is actually so genius to me like it is such a creative and engaging way to tell the story and I absolutely fucking love u for it <3

MIO MY HEART ACHES FOR MIO I WANT HER BROTHER (AND PARENTS??) TO DIE A SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATH SO SHE CAN JUST BE HAPPY FOREVER W HER 8 SOULMATES ALREADY :(

the amount of angst in this series I love sm. when seung was texting hyunjin about mio?? broke me. I am so not okay I almost cried real tears at that chapter like how dare u do that to my fragile little heart (/pos !!!) I also noticed u being super considerate with your sh tw for that one chapter, a lot of authors don't rly do that so thank u for that tldr at the end I love u and u deserve a kiss on the forehead

aside from the angst I absolutely adore the crack humor and fluff in this series LMAO <333 I just can't describe it but waiting for us!skz is just. so skz. like it is so them I have no idea how u managed to put their exact entire beings into these texts and tweets but u did and it's incredible and I'm so immersed in the series I love u sm

ANYWAYS I'm so sorry for the entire essay... if u didn't read this and u end up blocking me for spamming ur notifs sm I understand BUT I HOPE U KNOW I LOVE THIS SERIES SOOO MUCH <33 idk how the taglist works bc I think it said 50/50 but? please tag me in future updates if you're still open to adding people!! I can't tell u again how much I adore this series and how invested in it I ammmm thank u for your incredible writing op!!! <333

- heather <3

haha omg. I don’t mind the spam!!! i’m goad you’re loving it. the social media format has definitely been my favorite since I discovered it!! I’ve always enjoyed writing dialogue more than anything so texts are a great way to do that.

I accidentally made seungmin a little too angsty but!! he’s just a lil tsundere who’s kinda afraid of his feelings because he feels them so strongly and so intensely. there’s definitely a little more to his backstory that you guys can look forward to 🤭

of course!! tws are super important to me as someone who is easily triggered by things. I had wrote mio/yn as someone who struggles a lot because as someone who deals with depression and chronic anxiety, writing about it and having someone be comforted by it is really cathartic. I know it’s not for everyone and that’s ok!! I have much more less angst fic ideas too.

AAAAA thank you so much!! as a baby stay I’m really glad people enjoy my characterization of skz! I’ve been binge watching a lot of content and I was worried about writing them in the beginning because I am a baby stay but i’m very happy 🩷

don’t worry!!! I absolutely LOVE your long message and kind words!

right now the taglist is full but i’ll put you on the waitlist! thank you so much for enjoying waiting for us! this fic is my baby tbh.

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dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice · 1 year

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To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 4

Hi! I'm finally back from holiday which means I have access to my computer again! This one was a bit difficult to write, considering I'm so overly careful I hardly get injured. If you think it needs anything adding to make it more realistic, just let me know in the comment section or via message. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Summary: So uhhhhhh.. magic’s real. Middle earth’s real. Shit goes down. Bon appetite.

Tags: Kíli x oc/reader - Fíli x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company x ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - SUPER slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 2230

Warnings: Swearing, Blood, Minor Injuries, Major injuries (i.e. broken bones)

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PART 1: Chapter 4 -

Hey ghouls, the girls are here.

Alternate Universe (definition): A hypothetical self-contained plane of existence, co-existing with one’s own.

I felt nothing and everything at the same time.

Each of my senses were heightened as I tried to make out what was happening, though there was nothing to make out. I opened my eyes to pitch black, straining my ears for even a single sound only to receive nothing but an empty void. It was as if I was floating in the middle of a sensory deprivation tank, where time slugged by in slow motion. A dream where you wanted to run, but your limbs were made of lead and only dragged you down further.

Frustrated and frightened beyond belief, I floated there for what felt like a thousand lifetimes, trying to reach for something, until slowly but surely, I could feel myself tilting backwards, or upwards, to be honest I don’t think direction even existed right now. Soon enough I felt myself descend, the sound of air whistling past as I seemed to descend quite rapidly, gaining speed to the point where the air became a deafening roar in my ears. Where I was falling to I had no clue of, but it was better than having a panic attack whilst magically suspended in a void.

A voice. Well, it wasn’t really a voice, more like screaming. I mean, I was screaming too, but I knew I wasn’t hearing things. At this point I wasn’t really worried about who was making the ruckus, I could be falling to my death after all. The only thing I comprehended was that they were falling too.

I had enough. Panic attack No.2 just finished, and I was still falling?? At this point the initial fear was now replaced with boredom and irritation at my predicament. I was even tempted to go to sleep, you know, make up the hours, and hopefully wake up to find I had already landed. But I knew I couldn’t doze off, everyone knows I’m too picky about my sleeping arrangements, and it’s always an hour minimum before I actually fall into any form of slumber. I still closed my eyes in some form of attempt, and relaxed as much as I could. I no longer had any concept of time. It felt like it had been hours when it could’ve easily been mere minutes.

Whether it was good or bad luck, I still felt the relief at the change of atmosphere. The air became significantly fresher, and I could almost see the light trying to pierce through my eyelids. The sound of thunder wasn’t very promising, though, and my relief didn’t stick around for long, packing up its bags and sprinting out the door the second I opened my eyes.

I ignored the fact that my throat was already painfully sore from earlier and began my screaming match again. Only this time wasn’t with the void, but with the dark clouds and the rapidly approaching ground below me. I hastily spotted I was going to hit a tree before coming to a possibly fatal landing on the grass, so I did all I could think of. I reached behind me, moving my rucksack as quickly as I could despite the aerodynamics, from my back to my face, wrapping my arms around the bag and curling my legs into me to prevent injuries as much as possible.

It wasn’t long before I hit something. Hard. And another thing. And another. All the while I was scratched and whipped by twigs all around me. A short moment of falling again passed, until I slammed into the ground with a loud thud. A deafening shriek ripped through my throat, wailing as agony shot through every part of my body. Despite the evidence of magic existing, it seemed no mercy would be given since something, if not several, things felt very broken. I forced my eyes open through the torture, blinking rapidly as rain hammered at my face, light filling my vision for the first time in what felt like forever, even if it was only dim.

Forcing the bag off me, I rolled over in the sodden grass, letting out involuntary cries of anguish as my body trembled from both the excruciating pain and freezing temperatures.

Managing to roll onto my front, I tried my best through this nightmare to kick in my first aid training, to figure out just what parts of my body had the misfortune of baring the worst of the impact. My head was lucky, the bag only letting it receive a few knocks. My torso, not so much, with my painful breathing telling me a few ribs had definitely cracked.

My left wrist was completely trashed, seeing as I could hardly move it as it already had begun to turn red and swell up. However, as if by some miracle, my legs were intact, albeit a bit sore and with some definite bruising, not to mention the twisted ankle.

Thanking whatever kept me alive, I used my right arm to push myself up, trying not to twist too much to save myself from slipping over in the wet mud and tormenting myself further. I carefully retrieved my bag and shakily cradled my left hand to my chest. Only then was I able to finally take in what was around me.

Blinking through the rain that was collecting on my lashes, I saw it was like I was back in the forest, though it looked like something out of a fairy-tale. Twisting my head around, I observed that I was in some sort of meadow, filled to the brim with flowers of every colour. Perfect for frolicking in if it wasn’t pouring with rain, and also if you haven’t just fallen from the uppermost atmosphere. It was bordered by a darkened forest of oak trees, with possibly the most vibrant, dark green leaves I’ve ever seen. A pond, I guessed was about ten metres across or so in diameter, was tucked in at the edge, between the border of flowers and trees. It was also daytime, albeit still dark and grey, from what I could make through the hammering rain.

Taking shaky breaths, I peeled wet strands of hair from my face whilst trying to ignore the blood mixing with the water on my arm. I took a minute or so to calm down as much as I could, trying my best to focus on my surroundings as I tried to get the dizzying pain and cold turn from sharp jabs into a dull throbbing. Though I wasn’t able to get that far.

Because today decided that what I had endured wasn’t enough and sent me another lovely experience.

The screaming I had heard from the void returned, though I knew it definitely wasn’t me this time, with it now coming from above, and it was gaining on where I was very rapidly. Squinting up through the raindrops hitting my face, I scoured the dark grey sky above me. From out of the corner of my eye, a figure fell past in a blur, and my head twisted in its direction, despite the developing ache in my neck, as the sound of an object hitting water filled my ears. I watched in shock as the once still pond crashed around in violent waves as whatever hit it sent water flying high into the air, soaking a vast area of the meadow.

Dropping my bag, I pushed myself to my feet with a wince and hopped over as fast as I could, coming to a stop on the slippery edge of the pond. I watched as it kept churning and splashing, and I realised the figure was most definitely drowning.

My lifeguard training flashed in my mind and I jumped in. The adrenaline now pumping in my veins blocked me from feeling most of my broken bones as I wrapped my arms around the mass of flailing limbs, quickly dragging them out the water and pulling them up onto the bank.

Eventually said mass of limbs had calmed down and was now leant on their knees and elbows as they retched up pond water. Seeing that they were alive, I collapsed for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

“I thought you said you weren’t jumping in after me?” heaved a familiar voice from beside me.

I whipped my head around in shock, practically giving myself whiplash, to see Kay hunched over on the bank next to me, looking exactly like she did several hours ago, albeit now soaked from head to toe, her copper hair sticking wherever it could on her face. I shrieked many indiscernible noises, almost refusing to believe that she was here after all that. All I could do was wrap around her in a desperate hug, finally feeling like I was no longer going to hyperventilate for the fiftieth time that day.

Letting go, we took some time to calm down and regain our energy. The burning question still stood firm, however, as we observed our surroundings. We both looked at each other, eager to ask questions, but the inconceivable events from today left us utterly dumbstruck, too stunned to even say a word to each other. We were totally tongue-tied.

Although it didn’t last long.

All that movement had jostled my injuries, and I let out a quite hiss as the adrenaline wore off, my whole body feeling like I had been run over three times and processed through a meat grinder.

Kay’s head moved like flash, setting her scrutinising eyes on my pained grimace, before scanning my soggy appearance. A gasp flew out as she caught sight of the now dried streaks of blood down my right arm. Reaching out she snatched up my wrist and I opened my hand as much as I could, allowing her to survey the gashes across my palm and fingers.

She raised her eyebrow at me, looking for an explanation and I sheepishly admitted to trying to poke a magical veil with a stick. She wasn’t amused.

“Did you wanna take a picture?” I kidded, doing my best to lighten the atmosphere, whilst also trying to focus on anything but my hand.

My attempt seemed to work, though, as it wasn’t a second before her phone was out her bag, zooming in on my open hand, the camera shutter going off several times as I cracked up as much as my ribs would allow me at her priorities.

As she went to return it, I used that hand to drag over my bag, unzipping it to take out my miniature first aid kit. Swivelling back, she furrowed her brows in confusion at me using my bloodied hand. She eyed my other hand, watching as I cradled it to my chest as I attempted to open the kit with one hand.

“What else happened?” she demanded. I looked up at her sheepishly.

“I mayyyy have broken a fewwww….. bones?” I meekly confessed; my voice shaky as the waves of pain crashed over. I withdrew slightly at the sight of her expression hardening. “I didn’t exactly hit the water like you did.”

“Bones.” She deadpanned.

I darted my eyes around, scratching the side of my neck with a finger whilst avoiding eye contact with the storm that was now developing in front of me.

“Like…. A couple ribs and my wrist?” I smiled nervously, slowly dragging the first aid kit towards me with my bleeding hand to see if I could open it again. “It’s not like you can say anything, with your borderline concussion.” I pointed out the large cut on her forehead and the fact she was blinking far too much whilst also swaying slightly.

A hand swatted me away, before snatching up the kit. Within a minute or so my arm was cleared of both fresh and crusted blood, red replaced with white as Kay secured the bandage in its place with medical tape. I tried my best with my ruined hands to stick the large plaster over her cut in return, after she had cleaned it.

After tidying the equipment away, she clambered to her feet. Stretching out her painfully sore back with a groan, she scanned our current location, the both of us now recalling that we were currently god knows where. I tried my best to follow suit, carefully pushing myself up and limping over.

“Where in the actual fresh hell are we?” I asked. Kay shrugged her shoulders.

“I’m just as clueless as you.” She replied. She stared at my swelling wrist before deciding. “We have to find a village or town though, otherwise you’re fucked the most if we stay out here.”

I agreed with her and retrieved my bag. Not seeing that she had spotted my limp.

“Don’t tell me your ankle’s fucked as well!” She cried over the rain. I turned around slowly to see her displeased expression.

“It’s only twisted.” I explained nervously. God she had eyes like a hawk.

With a frustrated sigh, she strode over and reached into one of the front pockets of my bag. Taking out the spare tote bag I had packed, she insisted on lightening my bag’s contents, as to not worsen my injuries.

Slowly but surely, due to my mangled ankle and her aching back, we chose a direction we thought best and began our trek, leaving the meadow behind as we entered the dark forest.

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Don't Stand So Close To Me - Part 11 - Wild Horses

Part 10 | Part 12 | Chapter list | Eddie Munson Fanfiction Masterlist

Warnings: Swearing, crude humour, romance, angst, food

Summary: Lyra gives Eddie the grand tour of her home. An impromptu jamming session forces confessions from them both.

Word Count: 5.8K

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Lyra finally got the keys in the lock, her hand still shaking, but right now, she wasn't sure what was making her adrenaline go into overdrive like this. Could it still be what happened in the mall, all the overwhelming emotions that came with that or was it because she finally lost control of herself in the van and reached out and grabbed him? Thankfully he'd been kind enough to not freak out.

"Sure...yeah...I can show you around. It's not all that interesting, honestly. It's just big" she gives a nervous laugh and pushes open the door.

"Home sweet home," she says with a hint of sarcasm.

Eddie walks into the hallway, hands full of bags, spins around, looking up and around himself, and lets out a long whistle.

Lyra does feel a little embarrassed about her house, it feels a lot like an overbearing drunk friend that tagged along when just trying to have a quiet catch-up with someone else, but she couldn't deny how incredibly endearing Eddie's reaction was.

His mouth had been partially open since they left the van, his eyes wide, taking everything in, occasionally cursing under his breath. She realises she's been looking at him for entirely too long when he finally looks back at her as she's mid-shoe change.

"Lyra, this place is insane!" He says, almost doubling over in excitement and laughing, "Are you changing into house shoes?" He says giddily.

"Do you want some? We have some for guests," Lyra says, grabbing a set still in the packaging from the cupboard.

He rushes forward to see and then suddenly changes his mind, "Ah, you know what, actually, no. Unless, of course, I have to?" he weirdly looks nervous.

"No, not at all, you're good. Is everything ok? Is it overwhelming in here?" Lyra asks curiously.

Eddie looks everywhere but at Lyra, "No, it's not that", he rubs the back of his neck.

"Eddie, whatever it is, is not as bad as me having a meltdown in your van, ok? So speak freely. I'm not great at guessing other people's thoughts, so your gonna have to help me out." Lyra says kindly but with frankness. She'd already potentially crossed an extensive line, physically, so why not be honest about what she was thinking too.

"Well, it's just, uh..." Eddie takes his foot out of his shoe, and Lyra can see his sock has a hole in it where one of his toes sticks out.

Lyra laughs, and Eddie looks mortified, "No, no, no. Eddie. I'm not laughing at you", she leaps to reassure him, "That happens to me all the time. I can fix them for you if you like?"

Eddie lets out a breath, "Really? You aren't just saying that?"

"I swear. I'll show you. Follow me" She slides a pair of new house slippers to Eddie and gathers up the bags, running up the stairs like she was eight years old again. Eddie, not being used to these stairs takes a little extra time but not much.

She waits for him at the top of the stairs, "Come on!" She says excitedly. She dumps the shopping bags in front of her bedroom door and continues running down the hall to another. She stops and laughs. She wasn't even sure why she was running. She just felt this overwhelming wave of excitable energy and had to expel it somehow.

Lyra opens the door to her sewing room, stops just inside the door, rifles through her project materials bin, and finds three pairs of overly repaired socks, "Found them!" She shouts, turning around only to be barged into at full speed by Eddie.

He steps back, smiling with a small laugh, "Shit, sorry. I lost you."

Lyra grins back, she can't deny the nervous energy the collision inspired, and her eyes scan him up and down a few times, and she clears her throat, "So yeah, look", she shows him the many repairs of her own. She feels Eddie staring at her and laughing a little, "And now I realise how desperately uncool this actually is", she says quickly, throwing them back in with the other waiting projects, "I just..."

"...wanted to make me feel comfortable and share a common ground", he finishes for her gently, "Thank you", he gives her a shy look from under his hair. Then proceeds to take a walk around the room.

"So this is where the Lyra magic happens, is it? Where you make all your creations, I mean" He gestures around the room, taking significant strides around it, playing with anything in arm's reach, such as the rolls of fabric or pots of findings adorning the shelves.

"Yeah, I guess", Lyra finally answers, twisting her fingers behind the palm of her other hand with nerves. Being on home turf definitely felt safer, she obviously felt more herself, but this room wasn't just a sewing room. It was practice for her life's dream. It was part of her very being, and for that reason alone, it felt important that Eddie liked it. She felt herself waiting for his seal of approval.

"So, are you working on anything right now?" He says, leaning on the middle dress form, which warmed Lyra's heart because it was still adjusted to Eddie's measurements.

"Not right now, other than the stuff for the show, but that's just bits here and there now." Lyra indicates the bag of accessories that have hand-stitched items on them.

"Ah, that's a shame," he says, nearing completion of his circuit, making his way back over to Lyra, "I'd hoped to get a sneak peek at your next project".

Lyra's heart swells at his indication of interest in something so important to her as he paces slowly towards her, looking her in the eyes, "He wasn't right, you know. What you do in here isn't little, not by a long shot. From what I've seen you're really good at it. Its good to have a dream, makes this town bearable" he smiles kindly and turns his attention to the sewing machine between them both.

"So what's Eddie Munson's dream?" Lyra asks, wanting to change the subject from Curt as soon as possible.

"Oh me, just something small, like, I dunno, headlining at The Garden" he stands back up, a hand on his belt buckle, the other aiding him in a shrug as he laughs.

Lyra feels confused, "What's so funny?"

"Oh, you know it's just a bit unrealistic, is all, but it's fun to think about," Eddie says, turning on his heel and engaging in another lap of the room.

"Why is it unrealistic?" Lyra asks, genuinely puzzled.

Eddie stops walking, turns entirely to face her, and mirrors her look of bemusement, "You're serious?"

"Yes. You have charisma, a bold look, and a band, and I haven't met many people as persistent as you, and that can honestly be where a lot of success lies. So why couldn't you make it?" Lyra asks.

Eddie lets out a small laugh and puts his hands in his pockets. "You haven't even heard me play." He says as he looks up at her.

Lyra laughs. He is absolutely right, she hasn't, but to her, it didn't seem like he couldn't do it. She could see him on stage. He certainly looked like some people she'd seen on posters and magazines. "You're right. I haven't. I guess I kind of assumed you were very talented at it. You're great on stage, and I've heard you sing around the place. You have an ear for music, or at least are in tune. That much is clear." She gestures to the door, "You could show me if you want."

Lyra waves him over, walks out of the sewing room, walks a bit further down the hallway, opens the music room door, and holds the door open for Eddie, watching him closely as he walks in. His hands go to his head, turning around in the middle of walls full of records.

Lyra lets the foam-padded door slide silently back to closed, "It's alphabetical by artist or band name, obviously by surname and minus the The's at the start, you know. I had originally wanted to do it by year and then alphabetically because then you could be like transported back to a time or feeling, you know, but it was kindly pointed out to me that it's not the common way people look for music and guests might find it difficult to navigate so. And I'm waffling on, sorry. But, yes, the reason I said to come in here." Lyra speaks quickly and then hurries over to a concertina room partition. Flicks open the locks and pushes it to the side.

The noise is enough to make Eddie finally turn towards her rather than being enraptured by the thousands of records.

The cornered-off piece of the room contains a baby grand piano, a few acoustic guitars, a microphone, some amps, a pa system, a few electric guitars, a violin, and an assortment of smaller brass and wind instruments.

"What the fuck, Lyra?" Eddie says in awe as he steps into the room, "Who's is all of this stuff?"

"Ok, so um, don't judge me. It's all kinda mine. When I wanted to try something, I was given it to try, but I didn't really stick to anything for long. Well, apart from the piano. I still play that sometimes. I was looking for my thing. I'm just very privileged to be able to try them all." She says, a little embarrassed. She's pretty confident at this point Eddie would see her for the spoilt kid she was, but she was so eager to impress him, but not to say, look at all the things I have, more like I have these things, I'd like to share them with you because you showed me kindness. It was like a transaction, she thought, a fair trade, "You can use whatever you like, or you know, not. I'm not trying to force you into playing"

Eddie looks over at the guitars, sitting, waiting in their stands, and picks up the black Fender Stratocaster. Lyra watches Eddie put it on and adjust the strap. Then pulling a pick out of his pocket, plays out a short little melody on the strings, and for a few seconds, Lyra just gets absorbed in watching him play until his voice snaps her out of it, "Lyra! Do you have a cable?"

"Oh, yes, of course," she says hurriedly, thinking for a moment and rushing over to a drawer, plugging one end into a small amp for him, and handing him the other.

She goes and sits on the piano stool and waits for him to finish setting up.

Being this close to the amplifier, even though it isn't huge when Eddie launches into those first few chugging riffs of the song, it goes right through Lyra. He's mostly looking at the guitar. So Lyra doesn't have to worry too much about how long she's looking at him or how

She cannot help but feel a little disappointed she hadn't given him time to take his coat off before coming here. That might be the only thing to improve the scene before her. Seeing the muscles in his arms make his tattoos move as he played. His fingers gracefully danced over the strings along the fretboard, and his other hand forcefully bent them to his will, making Lyra shudder. She didn't think she'd ever wanted to be an inanimate object before, but the performance made her mind race, and her heart thumps powerfully in her chest.

She turns towards the piano in a vain attempt to save herself, but it feels impossibly too late. It had probably been impossibly too late for her since the beginning of the week. She had unfortunately been completely bewitched, and in the van today, she'd thrown her arms around him. Initially, she thought it was for the comfort of someone, anyone. The experience in the mall had transported her back to that empty shell of a feeling. The same she had from realising she'd been manipulated, and it felt so lonely. She needed something, anything, to save her from the internal abyss of self-flagellation. So she'd reached out and grabbed the thing that had been saving her the last six months. A weird, annoyingly kind metalhead.

She listens to him play and joins in on the piano, at first just base notes, then chords, then finding a suitable pattern to play as accompaniment.

Lyra feels a weight on the piano stool, and she looks around and sees one of Eddie's house slippers stepped upon it. He was still playing but watching her hands on the piano.

"You know this one?" He shouts over the instruments.

"Kind of. It's Metallica, right? Um...for whom the bell tolls on ride the lightning, 1984?" Lyra yells back, focussing back on her playing rather than Eddie.

There is no answer, just a shift of weight on the stool again as she looks out the corner of her eye and sees he's gone back to the amp. Had she said the wrong thing. She feels the anxiety bubble up in her and stops playing.

"Why'd you stop?" Eddie asks, also stopping playing.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry for in the van...you know, grabbing you like that" Lyra lets the words burst out of her, and the relief is instant. It's out there now. He'd say it was ok, or he understood or just don't do it again, and they could move on from it.

Eddie says nothing. Maybe he hadn't heard her. He takes off the guitar, puts it back in the stand and switches off the amp before walking back into the other part of the room.

He's looking through the albums, "So, secret metal fan, are you Lyra?"

She quickly moves after him, "Fan is a strong word, but it wasn't as bad as I thought, well, the little bit that I've heard."

"Uh-huh," he says, pulling out the ride the lightning album, putting it back, then doing the same with Killing Is My Business... and Business Is Good! By Megadeath.

He walks over to the I section and finds Powerslave by Iron Maiden.

He turns to face her from the shelving, "To save me the trouble, would you answer a query for me, please?"

"Of course," Lyra says happily if a little weirded out.

"Is there a singular album in the collection for each of the patches and pins on my vest?"

"Well, no..."

"...not the leviathan cross, but everything else, right?" He finishes for her

Lyra feels like she's missing a big something here, but she answers anyway, "Yes."

"Why?" He says, his expression serious, and it makes Lyra worried.

"When I make things, I like to listen to music that fits the theme or the person, so you get more insight."

"You could have just asked me, talked to me, to get to know me", Eddie suggests animatedly. With every 'me', he taps his chest with his fingers.

"Well, I couldn't then..."

"Wouldn't", he corrects, taking a step towards her, "You wouldn't talk to me, or at least only the minimum to tell me to get lost."

"Well, ok, but I really feel it was a bit of both..." Lyra's stomach contorts into a tangled bundle of fear. He knows. She's given herself away tonight. Shit.

"You pushed me away because you were worried about people thinking the rumours from your last school were true because of my reputation, right?"

"That's also a partial truth there, see, because..." she tries to explain awkwardly, but Eddie isn't listening. He's made his judgement and would call her out soon. Tell her he knows she has feelings for him, but he's just trying to help her out, and he doesn't reciprocate.

"And tonight, when it's just us, it's different, you're different, I'm..." He approaches her slowly, gesturing between the two of them. Finally, she can't bear it any longer. His dragging it out was torture.

"Dangerous, Eddie! Ok?! You're dangerous," she snaps back.

Eddie's expression, as best as she can make out, equates to surprise. He didn't know what she thought he knew. Lyra freezes for a moment and bites her lips together. She thought he had pieced everything together after the van. He knew how desperately she wanted him, but he didn't, and now she had dug a hole impossible to claw out of.

"You believe the rumours about me?" Eddie asks in disbelief.

Lyra stares at him for a moment, her chest heaving with urgent breaths. Her body preparing to run. She returns to the room partition and starts putting it back in place.

"Hey, no, you can't just not answer that, ok?" Eddie says. He sounds annoyed, his voice raised. she can hear him moving towards her.

She shoves the locks back in place, "Well, you didn't respond to my apology."

Eddies voice comes from the side of her "Because I didn't want to believe you were sorry, Lyra."

Lyra furrows her brow and stands back up, turning to him. He wasn't beside her, but he was close. She wouldn't even need to straighten her arm to touch him, "I don't understand. What do you mean you didn't want to me to be sorry? People just can't go around grabbing at people. It's weird and rude."

Eddie looks into her eyes, a little bit of sadness in them. Then, finally, he speaks quietly, "I answered your question. Now answer mine. Do you believe that I'm evil, cruel and terrible?"

"Oh my god, Eddie! No! Of course, I don't!" She says with alarm.

He looks confused, "But you said I was dangerous."

Lyra tears her eyes from his, puts her hands on her hips and takes a deep breath, "I did say that, but I didn't mean that kind of dangerous" she looks back up at him quickly and then tries to move away a little.

She feels a hand on her arm and looks back at Eddie. He's staring intensely at her, his jaw tensed and swallowing hard. "I agree, I do. People can't go around grabbing people, and they should be sorry. I just...um...I didn't want you to be sorry for grabbing me like it was a mistake. Was it? A mistake, I mean?"

All she can do is stare back at him.

His eyes plead with her, "Lyra, please, just answer"

"I'm scared to answer," she answers shakily, desperate to look away from his eyes, but they had her locked in.

"Scared of me?"

"No, just what might happen after the answer."

"Hey, look. I'm not like that, ok. I didn't want you to join Hellfire for anything other than I thought you needed help. But I wouldn't turn my back on you because you rejected me. No way," he states emphatically with conviction.

The cogs in Lyra's brain whirr into action. "Wait, what?" Her face was half contorted in confusion, half smiling, "You're making a pass at me?"

"Ah fuck, I knew this was dumb as shit. Oh well, it's out there now." He lets go of her and gives a disappointed smile, "It's ok, though. I'm not like that, alright? But I am gonna need a drink to put out these flames."

"Eddie, come here." She says, a massive grin on her face.

"Nah, I don't want your pity, Lyra. I'm fine, honestly," He says, starting to walk out the door.

"I meant dangerous as in temptation, Eddie", she shouts after him quickly, and he stops halfway out the door.

"It's overwhelming being around you sometimes because I am desperately trying to prove everyone wrong about me. That I'm not a slut, or temptress or whatever they wanna call me. I was just trying to be good. You were just trying to be kind. And all I could do was push you away, so it was easier. But this whole week has been so hard, and in the van, I had no fight left in me, Eddie, and I felt so alone. I didn't want to feel that way for a second, you know? Then the person who had been trying their hardest, for so long, to include me was right in front of me." Lyra looks over at the door, and all she can see is the giant demon on the Dio patch on his back, "Then you let me, and I thought that was you being kind again like you always are to me."

There is silence and stillness for what feels like an eternity to Lyra. She hadn't just laid her cards on the table. Instead, she'd ripped open the packet and chucked the entire pack at him. So she could at least afford him a few seconds to process.

"It was me," he says solemnly from the doorway, still not turning around.

Lyra is wholly lost and tries to work it out, "I don't understand what you mean, Eddie. Won't you come back in here and talk to me? I'm kinda feeling a bit vulnerable right now."

"Tabatha was mad at you because of me," he says, still not turning around.

"Well, I know that. She thought I was bad for the school and for her friends. I've seen you talking together a bunch of times." A sad realisation starts to fill Lyra's mind, "Oh, I see, her opinion matters a lot to you...well, ok, maybe I could win her over, get her to like me, see I'm not so bad?"

Eddie looks over his shoulder and grimaces, "She wasn't worried about that, Lyra. She was jealous. She was jealous because I left that tape for you."

He finally turns to face her in the doorway, "I wanted to see your reaction. I told myself it was because I wanted to make sure I hadn't messed up, but really I just wanted to see a smile I caused again. Because once I got that first one. I was hooked. And hand on heart, Lyra, I didn't realise I'd been lying to myself until today." He seems to be saying all good things, but his expression looks regretful, "I thought it was the clothes, then I thought it was something Liam had said, and I thought it was because you'd made me something that made me feel like you saw who I really was." Eddie wraps his arms around himself, "And even when I first put my hand on yours when you held me, I told myself it was because I wanted you to not be ashamed or worried, but I just didn't want you to let me go."

Lyra's heart is galloping. She's smiling but still confused. Whilst his words themselves indicated something potentially positive, his tone and expression were weighted down with a hint of sadness or regret maybe. She could quite put her finger on it. "but something is wrong?" She tries because she needs to figure out what the problem is here.

Eddie nods. "I saw how that guy treated you today, Lyra, and how he must have been hiding stuff and lying to you all that time. I don't want to be like him. I want to be honest with you, always. So you have to know. I couldn't tell you because I promised I would tell no one, but I have to tell you now because if I don't, you don't have the whole picture." He sighs, looking at her with a pained expression, "And before you make any decisions, you deserve to have all the facts."

"Tabatha was mad at you because", he takes a deep breath and rubs his hand down his face, "Fuck!"

Lyra suspects the worst. She could just throw up, but it's also unbearable watching him struggle, "You're with Tabatha?"

"Was! Was with. Kind of, but not really, not often. It was just for cheap weed. It wasn't an exclusive thing," Eddie protests, "After what she did in class, I ended it. It's over."

Suddenly things start to make much more sense to Lyra, but holy shit. He was with Tabatha or had been. No wonder she was so angry. Lyra was finding it hard to even look at Eddie right now. It feels like someone punched her directly in the stomach and knocked the wind right out of her.

Lyra stiffens her posture and expression, even though her heart is in pieces. She couldn't compete with Tabatha. That would be crazy, and why would Eddie downgrade like that.

"Thank you for telling the truth, Eddie," she says with a weak smile, as all her energy is currently holding back the backlog of tears waiting to find a weak moment to erupt from her eyes, "Are you hungry? I'm sure chef's left something you can take home. I know food didn't work out at the mall."

"Lyra! What the fuck? Are you just gonna move on like what we've just said to one another didn't happen? Why won't you look at me?" Lyra can hear the desperation in his voice. Part of her wants to reassure him, but she also wants him to leave so she can just let it all out. She hears him groan under his breath, "Fucks sake, Eddie. Every time!"

Lyra chances a look at him. He looked like a man awaiting his fate. His head bowed towards the floor, a hand in his hair, the other still wrapped around himself.

She was not good at reading people, she'd been fooled before, but he looked as broken as she felt. This was his doing, and he even said it himself. Lyra had suffered because of him and his actions. And at the same time, hadn't he persisted in his kindness for nearly half a year, couldn't she grant him one more day of her own, whichever way this went?

She walks over to him and puts her hand on his shoulder. He looks up at her for a second and looks to the floor again.

"Eddie, that revelation really surprised me, and yes, it hurts. But I know, well, I hope that wasn't your intention. It's provoking a lot of my insecurities. Tabitha is like a model, queen of Hawkins high, and I'm just me, understand? I can't comprehend why you would give that up. And then I wanted to be upset, and I didn't want you around to see it. So I tried to push you away again. I can see you are upset too, and it wasn't my intention to do that. I wasn't trying to hurt you either" she adjusts her hand on his shoulder a little, "You can see why this is complex, though, right? It's been two days since you ended things with Tabitha. So it makes sense why she was so pissed, and my antics today are not going to have helped. But more than all that, it's really soon for you, isn't it?"

She moves her hand to his chin to lift his face to look at her, "I've said my piece. I'd really like to hear yours if you are comfortable sharing. If not, that's ok too." She says as gently as possible, pushing down any big emotions with all her might.

Eddie looks at her with those big soulful eyes. He bites his lips together and looks behind her and back into her eyes.

Lyra turns around, half expecting someone to be there, but there is no one, just a room full of music.

She turns back, "You want to use the music?" Eddie nods.

"Ok, then", she musters a small smile for him and offers the crook of her arm to walk him back into the room, which he takes, "The turntable is just here. Hopefully, we've got something that will help" she pats his arm and goes to sit in one of the floor bean bags, giving him some space.

Eddie takes a good few minutes to get to the stereo with something in hand.

As Lyra waits, the fear and upset creep in again. She can't tell if this is some elaborate ruse or if Eddie is being genuine.

Her insecurities remind her of her past, what she'd heard of his and what he had just revealed. Had he just told her that to play Tabitha and herself against one another, denying everything to both of them like some cruel double agent?

Meanwhile, she thinks he could have not said anything at all, she wouldn't have known. He said he'd told her because if something was going to happen, he wanted it to be honest and not be like Curt. So he'd risked it. To ensure she wasn't in the dark about anything. He had tried to tell her before, in the office, without any of this extra stuff going on.

A small crackle emerges from the speakers dotted around the room. Lyra feels that maelstrom of fear of the unknown starts up again inside of her. But, whatever the answer was, it would come out of those speakers and seal their fate.

Lyra looks over at the stereo. Eddie still stood over it, his back to her as the song's opening played a slow guitar strumming and the familiar voice of Mick Jagger singing somberly over it.

Graceless lady

You know who I am

You know I can't let you

Slide through my hands

Wild horses

Couldn't drag me away

Wild, wild horses

Couldn't drag me away

I watched you suffer

A dull aching pain

Now you've decided

To show me the same

No sweeping exit

Or offstage lines

Could make me feel bitter

Or treat you unkind

Wild horses

Couldn't drag me away

Wild, wild horses

Couldn't drag me away

And he lifts the arm off the record but doesn't say a word.

Lyra collapses forward, covering her face with her hands to catch the silent tears of relief.

She gets up from the bean bag and moves towards him. He's still stooped over the turntable, his hands planted tightly on either side of it. "Eddie?" She says softly, trying to disguise the emotion in her voice. He raises his head in response but doesn't turn around.

Lyra dares a few steps closer behind him, "Eddie, could I hold you?" She tries again.

Eddie nods, and his body lurches forward into a sob. Lyra catches him from behind in her arms, pressing the side of her face against his back. Then, clasping her hands around his chest and squeezing him into her. Almost immediately, his hands capture hers, and he moves them a little higher, putting her fingertips over the centre of his chest, and pressing them to him.

She stays like that for a while, with her hand on one side of him and her ear the opposite, until she hears and feels his breathing start to fall back into time and his heart beat slow.

"Hey, you ok?" She finally whispers

"Yeah, sorry for the theatrics", he replies calmly, still holding her hands to himself.

"No apology required. It was a lot all at once like that. You maybe want to get a smoke, some food, the rest of the tour, or obviously, you are free to leave too?" She says kindly, lifting her head from his back and letting reality flood back in.

Eddie lets go of Lyra's hands and turns around in her arms, cupping the side of her face in his hand and wiping away a tear track. Lyra can't help herself. She closes her eyes with a sigh and melts into his touch.

"I never wanted to make you cry, Lyra. I'm sorry," He says, his thumb caressing her cheek and his fingers across her neck and into her hair.

"Nor I, you", Lyra replies, releasing her embrace, reaching up to his hand and opening her eyes.

"I hear you loud and clear about the timing of things, but I know how I feel now, and I sure hope this conversation isn't over between us," Eddie says, looking down into her eyes.

"There is no question in my mind about how much I like you. I just have a lot of other concerns, you know?" She winces at him a little, hoping she won't have to explain too much and bring up any more painful subjects today.

Eddie gives a big smile and tucks her hair behind her ear. "Well, that's enough, right? We aren't in a hurry anyway, are we?"

Lyra shakes her head in a no, smiling back and looking at the floor. However, inside, her whole self had no interest in being slow about anything, not now, knowing he liked her too, but she knew it was the sensible thing to do.

Shamefully her eyes trail over him. How his clothes hug his body make her almost jealous of them. She forgets herself for a moment and twists the hem of his t-shirt between her fingers for a couple of seconds before clasping her hands together behind her back, "So yeah, a smoke would be good around now for me at least. We could go out by the pool-" she starts to gesture out the window.

"Wait...is that why you stand like that sometimes?" Lyra hears the grin in Eddie's voice.

"Stand like what?" Lyra says, looking down at herself. She suspects he's caught on to her self-restraint habit.

"You know you're the first person I can remember asking to touch me," Eddie says, taking her hands in his again and unclasping them, holding one in each of his own. "And it was a bit weird to hear, I won't lie, but it did make me feel special. That isn't to say I want you to ask more or less" he moves Lyra's hands with his own, pressing them against his t-shirt and moving them up his chest to his shoulders, "But I am saying you don't need to be afraid to do it" he finally leads her hands around the back of his neck and lets them rest there, but Lyra's eyes are fixed on the floor "It's not shameful, it's normal, and I very much like it, that you want to" Eddie reassures her.

"You aren't weirded out? Or think less of me? You know I'm too fast...think I'm a..." She mumbles, raising her eyes from the floor to his t-shirt.

"No, I don't think that," he says, "We can do whatever we want to do, and we don't have to do anything we don't want to do either. It's just you and me, ok?" He lifts her chin up to look at him again.

Lyra stayed looking into his eyes. It looked like he meant it. He wouldn't judge her or push her, "I would like that too, if you wanted to, of course," She says tentatively, her pulse racing, bracing for whatever the reaction might be.

Eddie takes one of Lyra's hands from around his neck and puts his hand in hers. "I want to, but why don't you show me what's ok?" Lyra swallows nervously and tries to drum up some confidence from earlier in the day as she moves his hand towards her body, finally landing it on the side of her waist. The whole time Lyra is watching Eddie for any reactions or indications that anything is wrong, he only seems to be watching where she is moving his hand.

She presses his hand to her side and smooths it down to the top of her hip. Then, she steps towards him a little more and pushes his hand under the back of her top so his hand is against her skin. This does elicit a reaction, Eddie closes his eyes and bites his bottom lip, and Lyra stops immediately, "Too much?" she asks, as Eddie's eyes move back to look into her own.

He splays his fingers across her lower back and gently pulls her closer again, "No, that was perfect", he smiles.

"Hey, you pair want some food? There's loads in the fridge!" Phil's voice booms over the intercom, forcing Eddie and Lyra to cling to one another in surprise and then separate awkwardly but with laughter.

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A true enemies to lovers ;)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: rapid change of POV, angry makeout, hate sex, smut 18+ (very rough sex btw), smart ass reader, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control)

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst? (i still don’t really know what classifies as angst), confused feelings, age gap (reader of age), hate sex 18+, angry makeout turned soft, smut 18+, vulgar language, brutal insults, it’s just all mean

𝐀/𝐧: sorry if the pov change got too crazy i was imagining it as if it was like a scene from a movie; just tried something new to spice things up :) also thank you guys so much for the love from only the first chapter?! you guys are literally awesome! i do have a taglist so let me know if you wanna be tagged in future parts! there’s only five chapters by the way!!!!

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You were hanging out with Peter after you found out that your fight with Bucky made him cry. You two had taken a walk to grab some coffee from the cafe down the street.

“Why do you and Bucky hate each other?” Peter asked you as you two were walking home.

“Oh, I don’t- I, uh… I don’t hate him,” you stuttered and hesitated, in truth you couldn’t care less what happened to the ass.

“Y/n, you say mean things to each other all the time, and you fight a lot.”

“I know. Peter, sometimes people just don’t get along. I don’t personally think Buck’s a bad guy.”

“Then why do you always fight?”

“I don’t know.”

You two got to the compound and Peter went straight to Tony and Bruce who were in the lab. You went to look for Natasha who was on a step ladder changing a bulb.

“Why are you changing a bulb? Doesn’t Vision usually do that?”

“He and Wanda… are on… and date,” she huffed trying to reach the screw.

“Do you need help?” you laughed at her struggling.

“Yeah, you’re taller than me right? You try.”

You stepped on the ladder with the bulb in hand reaching to screw it in. Steve and Bucky walked in coming up to you with concerned looks on their faces. You reached up and could barely fit the bulb in so you opted to stand on your toes. That very quickly went south however.

You fell forward on Nat making the step ladder fly sideways from under you. She grabbed you and rolled you both so you would land on the floor with minimal injury. Steve and Bucky both widened their eyes rushing to you two lay laughing loudly on the floor.

“You guys ok?” Steve asked, grabbing the step ladder.

“Yeah we’re ok-” you cut off, your laughter immediately dying from Bucky grabbing your arm and pulling you up. He grabbed your face and checked to see if you might’ve scratched yourself.

You pulled away confused.

“Why are you so fucking careless? Ask us next time,” Bucky growled.

“Careful Barnes, don’t want people to think you actually care for me,” you rolled your eyes.

That pissed off Bucky who lunged at you pushing your shoulders. You used your powers to expand a black ball of mist before thrusting it at Bucky making him stumble back. Nat and Steve dove in to stop what could be another potential disaster between you two.

“Can you two stop fighting for five fucking seconds?” Nat yelled.

“He started it!” you shouted.

“Enough! Barnes, L/n. Asses in the conference room. Now,” Fury found you guys.

You looked at Buck, who had nostrils flared breathing heavily in anger. He was fuming; and for what?

“You two have a mission,” Fury said when you two entered the conference room.

“Is that really the smartest thing to do. We don’t work well together,” Bucky said.

“The only thing smart about you is your mouth. Go on this mission, together. Any casualties will come out of your paycheck and field time.”

“What?” you both said in shock.

“I said what I said; wheels are up in 20.”

You grabbed the files handed to you by Maria and walked to your rooms to pack. Nat came into your room to ask what happened. Same with Steve and Bucky.

“What happened?” Nat asked you.

“Fury, sent us on a mission,” Bucky told Steve.

“I can’t imagine how quickly shit will the fan. I can’t stand him!” you told Nat, talking about the upcoming mission.

“I can’t stand her.”

“Why?” Steve asked Buck.

“He’s so infuriating. Like everything pisses him off…”

“She’s always angry and wants to fight.”

“Do you think maybe you like him and you’re convincing yourself you don’t by being mean?” Nat asked you.

There was a long pause as you two stared at each other before you guys burst in laughter.

“Good one,” you laughed, “Anyways, I don’t know how long this mission is so I’ll see you when I get back.”

“I don’t know how long this mission is so I’ll see you when I get back,” Bucky said to Steve patting him on the shoulder.

You both got to the quinjet, not even thinking about talking to each other. The file you both had basically said there was a fundraiser being held to mask an underground meeting for Hydra agents to meet in secret.

Not a secret anymore though.

You two arrived at the hotel still haven’t spoken a word each. All that was heard in the elevator on your way up was both your breathing echoing off the metal walls. You got in and set your stuff on the couch.

“We should set up a game plan,” you huffed.

“Ok,” he said before disappearing into the bathroom.

You rolled your eyes but began setting up what should be the tactic to approach the mission. You didn’t want to be too aggressive but being too stealth might take too long. Bucky came out of the bathroom after what seems to be having taken a shower.

“Come up with anything yet?”

“No,” you responded.

“Seriously?”

“What? It’s not like your fucking helping.”

“Watch your fucking attitude. I didn’t do anything so knock it off.”

“Whatever. Are you gonna help me or are you gonna sit there and watch me do all the work just to take credit?”

“Why would I take credit for your shitty plan that’s gonna get compromised.”

“Can you not be a dick for two seconds and be helpful for once?”

“I’m not helpful?” he stood up getting angrier every passing second.

“God, Bucky get your head out of your ass! Stop taking everything so negatively; this is why I can’t stand you!”

“Shut your goddamn mouth, princess,” Bucky walked up to you, pulling you close by wrapping his metal hand around your throat.

“Am I turning you on?” you mocked.

“Shut up!”

“Or what? You’ll spank me?” you whispered.

“Fucking bitch,” Bucky said before smashing his lips to yours.

He pushed you down on the couch, kissing you burtally. Your lips were swelling as Bucky trailed rough kisses down your throat. You wanted to moan because Bucky’s rough hands touching your body was overwhelming.

There was a harsh contrast between his hot flesh hand and his cold metal one. You finally gave in after feeling Bucky’s hard dick brushing against your thigh considering he still had only a towel around his waist from his shower.

“Does that feel good? God you fucking slut; falling apart under a man you hate,” Bucky whispered roughly in your ear.

“Ugh,” you groaned, “Fuck you, Bucky.”

He lifted your shirt and you lifted your arms so he could take it off. You stood up and Bucky fell to his knees in front of you taking your pants while you unclasped your bra.

Bucky let his poorly wrapped towel fall to the floor as he pushed you down roughly onto the couch once again. Bruising kisses were exchanged and Bucky’s hand traced your stomach following down to between your thighs.

He rubbed roughly but slowly at your clit making your hips wiggle under him.

“Fucking stay still,” Bucky said.

“God Bucky, I already don’t like you so teasing me will just make me fume.”

“Then I guess I’ll enjoy every second I get to tease you and pisssed you off.”

“Bucky,” you grunted bucking your hips into his roughly.

“Knock it off,” Bucky grabbed your throat, squeezing gently; sure he hated you and wanted you be quiet but he wasn’t trying to kill.

“You want me to fuck this pussy? Want it rough? I’ll give it to you rough then,” Bucky said hoarsely, “I'll make you scream and cry from how good my cock is. I’m gonna ruin you, babygirl.”

You whimpered and nearly screamed when Bucky thrusted into you hard and fast. Your hands held his forearms not in fear but to steady yourself when his hips started moving faster and faster. His hips dug into yours; you were getting sore already from his manic thrusts.

You moaned loudly and Bucky kepting thrusting into you ferociously chasing his orgasm. You breached the edge yourself, tears forming in your eyes. You sniffled making Bucky look at you with the slightest bit of concern on his face.

“Is it too much? I thought this is how you wanted it, you fucking cockwhore.”

“Ugh Bucky,” you moaned.

“Come on, Y/n. Cum. Let it go,” he said.

You nearly screamed in euphoria, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Bucky came inside you then collapsed on you knocking the air out of your system momentarily. You pushed him off then practically ran to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

Bucky came in you and you could feel the mixtures of both your cum dripping down your thighs. You were on the pill so you just cleaned yourself and quickly showered. When you came up Bucky had dressed himself and was writing stuff on a piece of paper; as if he hadn’t choked the shit out of ou and made you cum so hard you almost passed out.

“I came up with a plan,” he said, so normally.

“Ok.”

“Look, Y/n-”

“This never happened. We don’t fucking like each other ok? If you tell goddamn soul I will rip you apart limb by limb.”

“Then you can’t tell anyone either,” he pushed.

“As if I’d tell anyone about this.”

“Are you that repulsed by me? Admit it! That the best sex either have had, probably ever.”

“Enough, Bucky. We hate each other.”

“But-”

“James, stop!” you yelled, quieting Bucky.

“Fuck you,” he said walking out.

“The plan’s on the table, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said before going to sleep.

You breathed out heavily before grabbing the paper. There was little room to make mistakes but all in all it was a good plan. You went to your own bed seeing Bucky already asleep in the other. You turned off the light and prepared yourself for what was to come tomorrow.

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Settle Down: Chapter 6

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: SpencerXReader (kinda enemies to lovers)

Rating: M

Words: 2.8K

Warnings: None really

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Y/N and Spencer don’t get along but turn to each other for the one thing you need someone else for… A baby. You can plantonically start a family, right?

A.N: Kinda a filler chapter and I kinda made JJ a bitch in this chapter, oops. Let me know what you think and reply to this chapter or message to be tagged. much love- Cia

Chapter 6: Well, she’s a blob right now, so I hope not

You groaned when you woke up.

Your head and throat hurt so much. Spencer stirred next to you, sitting up when he saw you moved. He wordlessly hands you a cup of water, which you take graciously.

“How do you feel?” Spencer asks.

“Head hurts.” You groan.

“Yea, a concussion will do that.” He chuckles.

You look him in the eyes. “The baby?”

“Is completely fine.” Spencer finishes. “But about that…”

“What happened?”

“I’d like to preface this with it’s not my fault.” Spencer explains. “But when the doctor was telling me what happened, he let it slip that the baby was fine… in front of Morgan and Garcia.”

You wince. “How pissed are they?”

“They’re more excited than anything but… She is a little mad that we didn’t tell her especially since she knew we were trying.”

You nod. “I’ll get her a gift this weekend, she’ll get over it. But that means we’re going to have to tell everyone huh?”

“I made them agree to keep it under wraps until you were ready. It’s your decision.”

You nod. “I’ll go to Hotch as soon as I’m out of here.” You say.

“Y/N, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to--”

“No, you were right. I can’t keep putting the baby at risk because I’m scared. It’s better to just tell him as soon as possible and deal with the repercussions later.” You say. “You don’t have to, but will you come with me? I won’t tell anyone it’s yours if you don’t want me to.”

Spencer looks at you incredulously. “What? Y/N, I was not going to make you do this alone. We’re a team now. If we tell them, we do it together.” He says, grabbing your hand.

“Thanks, Spencer.”

“You’re welcome.”

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You never liked being in Hotch’s office which is why you tried to avoid it all cost. Spencer’s leg bounced nervously as the two of you waited for Hotch to finish his phone call. You tapped his leg to get his attention. Once granted, you gave him a look that read Are you okay or do I need to do this alone? Spencer shakes his head no at you and you lean back. Eventually, Hotch hangs up the phone and levels a look at the two of you.

“What did the two of you need to meet with me about?” He asks. “If this is another coffee dispute, I don’t want to be involved--”

“He knew that was my mug but that’s now what we’re here for.” You say. “We’re here because I need to fill out a leave form.”

Hotch looks at you seemingly more confused than he was before but nods anyway. “What leave form do you need?”

“Um, maternity.” Hotch’s eyes snap back up at you, widely drifting from you and Spencer. You knew you didn’t have to say it, Hotch was a talented Profiler and has been one for years. “I’m about 3 months now, so I’ll need it around November for 3 months and Spencer will need 1 month of Paternity leave--”

“Ok, let's back up for a second so I can make sure I’m clear on what’s happening here.” Hotch says, holding up his hands. “You’re pregnant?”

“Yes.” You say.

“And Spencer is--”

“The father, yes.”

“And you guys are…?” He trails off.

“Co-Parents.” You say at the same time as Spencer says “Friends.”

Hotch sighs, pinching his brow together. “Is your previous relationship going to affect how you work together now?”

You and Spencer look at each other in confusion for a second before realizing exactly what Hotch was saying to you. “Sir, I understand your confusion but there is no previous relationship to worry about. Me and Spencer have never been in any kind of relationship. We just mutually wanted a kid.” You say.

“It won’t affect our work, sir.” Spencer adds.

“Well, except for the obvious way.” You say, pointing at your belly.

Hotch sighs again, before wordlessly handing the both of you a form. “I suggest the two of you find a better way to tell the team than you did me.”

You and Spencer wince at that before getting up, mumbling ‘yes, sir’. When you’re almost out the door, you hear Hotch call. “Y/N?”

You turn back, raising an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“Congratulations.” He says.

You can’t help the smile that crosses your face. “Thank you, sir.”

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The two of you decide to wait two more weeks before telling everyone, wanting to find out the gender first. You find out that you’re having a girl and Spencer holds you while crying while the doctor shows you your baby on the Ultrasound screen.

Your baby.

The very real human that you and Spencer created was in fact, real and you could see her.

“Thank you.” He whispers to you, when the two of you leave the office, pictures of your beautiful daughter in hand. “I just never thought I’d get this experience.”

It’s enough to make the waterworks start again.

Later, you go into work, lunch for you in Penelope in hand. When you sit the sandwich from her favorite shop in front of her, she says nothing.

“Aw, come on Pen. You can’t still be mad at me.”

“Yes, I can be.” She pouts.

“Look, I’m sorry I kept it from you but I didn’t want to tell anyone until I was sure I was having a healthy baby.” You say, Pen looks a little guilty but still keeps her back towards you. Alright, you think, time to pull out the big guns. “Would you still be mad at me if I let you be first to see the pictures of your goddaughter?”

That makes Penelope turn towards you with a wide eyed expression. “Goddaughter? As in--”

“We’re having a girl.” You say. “And we want you to be the godmother. But only if you want to.” You add.

Penelope smiles wide before wrapping you in a tight hug. “Of course, I will be! Are you kidding? If something happens to you, someone’s gotta make sure this kid gets into Harvard.”

You laugh. “Make it UPenn and you’ve got a deal.”

“You bet! Now, I was promised pictures…?” You smile and hand them over. Penelope coos as she goes through the photos. “Oh, she looks just like you.”

“Well, she’s a blob right now, so I hope not.”

Later, you guys get a case, 4 men murdered in New Haven, and you and Penny present the case together. After Hotch calls wheels up, you clear your throat.

“Actually, if you guys don’t mind waiting for a second, I have something to say.” You say, addressing the larger group. “Some of you already know this but since I’m probably going to start showing more by the time you get back I figure it’s better to tell you now. I’m pregnant, well me and Spencer are. It’s a girl, and she’s due around November.”

“Woah, are you joking?” Emily says, sitting up fully now. “You and Spencer are having a kid?” You nod and she jumps up to hug you. Which starts a cacophony of hugs and claps on the back in congrats for the both of you from the rest of the team.

“And you told me there was nothing going on between you and boy wonder.” Emily smirks, when she pulls back from your hug.

“Believe me when I tell you, she is the only thing happening between me and Spencer. Nothing else.”

She laughs. “If you say so, kid. But I see the way he looks at you.” She says. You can’t help but to look at Spencer in that moment who is smiling at the congratulations being given to him too. You can’t help but also smile at his warmth. He must feel your eyes on him because he looks up and smiles brightly back at you. Soon, Hotch is congratulating you guys again but directing the team to start getting ready as the Jet will be leaving soon. Spencer walks up to you in that moment.

“Are you going to be okay while I’m gone?” Spencer asks.

“Am I ever not?” You counter. Spencer laughs.

“Call me if anything happens, ok?”

It was in that moment that you realized just how much of a staple Spencer had become in your life. The idea of him being gone on a case for so long was… actually upsetting you and before you could stop yourself you ask.

“Can I call you if nothing happens?” You say, instantly regretting how desperate the sentence made you sound. Spencer looks at you confused for a second. “You know what? Nevermind, have fun. Or as fun as murder investigations can get--”

“Y/N.” He cuts you off, you look up at him and he has a marshmallow soft expression on those honey colored eyes that made you almost melt on the spot. “You can call me whenever you need me. Seriously, ok?”

You nod at the man. “Ok.”

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The team comes back two weeks later when you’re officially in maternity clothes. Which were a lot more comfortable. The only thing you had to worry about was occasionally swatting Penelope’s hand away from your belly. It’s not too long after their return that Penelope is suggesting you guys have a girls night, which you agree to whole-heartedly. You couldn’t drink but you needed to get out the house, you were practically going stir crazy.

“Alright 3 tequila shots for the grown ups and a mocktail for mama.” Garcia says handing out the drinks, which you gratefully take mumbling a thank you.

“God, I can’t believe you and Spencer are having a kid.” Emily adds after the group takes their shots.

“Neither can I sometimes, but I am excited.” You smile.

“Yea, it’s kind of… shocking.” JJ adds. Your eyes narrow slightly at her tone, something was off but you decided it wasn’t worth mentioning. “I just wished you guys had talked more about it before going through with it.” She shrugs.

Ok, now you were really confused. “Well, Spencer and I actually talked about it for a long while before actually deciding to get pregnant.”

“I’m sure you did, I’m just saying I wish you had talked about it more with us.” She adds.

Your mother used to always tell you no matter how hard you tried growing up, you could never fully hide when you were pissed. Which is probably why Penelope and Emily got weird looks on their face when you said. “Well JJ, I’ll be honest. When I decided I wanted to have a kid with Spencer. I didn’t think discussion needed to be had with anyone other than me and Spencer and on occasion, my doctor because we’re both adults capable of making very adult decisions.” You say, sipping your drink. “What’s your deal with Spencer anyway?”

She brushes that off. “I just don’t think he’s ready.”

“Well, I do because he’s an adult who thinks for himself and he told me he was ready. What, do you not think Spencer will be a good dad?”

She shakes her head. “I know Spencer will be a great dad.”

“So, you think I’m going to be a bad mother?” You say. JJ says nothing. “Cool, JJ, really cool.” You say, standing up and grabbing your bag.

“Oh come on, Y/N. I didn’t say that!” She calls.

“You didn’t have to. Thanks for inviting me, Penny.” You say, clutching your bag and holding the tears that threatened to leave. “I’ll see you guys at work.”

Leaving the bar, you realize that you were very upset and probably shouldn’t be alone so before you can stop yourself you call him.

Spencer answers on the second ring. “Hey, what’s wrong? I thought it was girls night.”

“Can I come over?” You blurt.

“Here?” Spencer asks. “Yea.”

“Great.” You say, hanging up.

The short ride to Spencer’s is filled with the soft sounds of Stevie Nicks playing through your speakers. When you get to the apartment building you bound up the stairs before knocking on the familiar door. You loved Spencer’s work clothes fine enough but if you had to pick a favorite Spencer’s lounge clothes were definitely in the top ten. The man stood in front of you in a pair of gray sweats and graphic t-shirt from a horror movie festival that he had told you he went to every year when you guys were talking about traditions you’d want to carry over to your child. And how he wanted for you guys to go as a family once she was a proper horror movie watching age. He wordlessly steps to the side to let you in the apartment.

“Hey, what’s up? You never want to come here.” Spencer says, as you settle on his couch.

“Did I pressure you into this?” You blurt. Spencer looks at you confused.

“What?”

“I mean, do you actually want this as much as I do or did I pressure you into this.”

“What? Of course, I want this. Have I given you any indication that I don’t?”

“No!”

“Then, what’s up?”

“I don’t know. I just, I really wanted our baby and if you weren’t ready then I should’ve thought about it more, asked more but even if you didn’t want it now it’s too late and JJ got in my head and--”

“Hold on, JJ?”

“We got into a slight argument at girls night.” You say.

“And what did she say to you?”

“That she wishes we talked about it more with them before just having a baby and that she also doesn’t think you’re ready. And she kind of implied I’m going to be a bad mom.” You say, furiously wiping your face as the tears fell from your eyes against your will. “I’m going to be a bad mom.” You repeat.

Spencer is immediately kneeling in front of you, large hands cradling your face as his thumbs gently wiped the tears from your eyes. “Hey, hey. First, you didn’t pressure me into this. In fact, you gave me time and space to come to my own conclusion and I decided on my own that I wanted to have a child with you. And I came to that conclusion because I know for a fact that you are going to be a great mom. Because I know that there is no one who is going to love this child as much as I will than you. And I know that I am 100% by your side and ready for this, ok? I didn’t ask for a second opinion because I didn’t need one. I knew that I wanted this and that I wanted it with you.” He says, you nod. “Do you need me to talk to her?”

“No, I have a feeling that’ll only make things worse.”

“She upset you.” Spencer points out.

She did but you didn’t want the unnecessary drama that would come with Spencer confronting JJ for you. So you brush it off. “Yesterday, I cried over burnt toast. It’s the hormones.” You say.

Spencer nods, taking the seat next to you on the couch. “Will watching Mulan make you feel better?”

“Do you even have to ask that?”

You’re about halfway through the movie when the thought comes to you.

“Your lease is up here in two months, right?” You say, turning your attention away from the army singing about their dream girls to the man whose shoulder you had drifted on at some point of the film.

“Yea.” Spencer nods.

“Move in with me.” You say. Spencer looks at you for a second like you’ve grown a second head. “I mean, It’s practical, right? I have a house, a room already set up for her, an office I can turn into an extra room for you. It’d be really helpful during the first couple of months. Plus, we wouldn’t have to worry about child-proofing this absolute fire hazard.” You say, gesturing to the books all around you. “And if you decide you don’t want to live there we can find you a new place.” You shrug.

“You’re serious?” Spencer asks. “You want me around that much?”

“As a heart attack, I always want you around, Spencer.” You say, before you can stop yourself, look at him with a soft expression.

“It is practical.” Spencer notes.

“So, that’s a yes?” You ask.

“It’s not a no.” Spencer smiles down at you before turning back to the screen.

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Chapter 1

⚠WARNING: Mention of previous character death, swearing, drinking alcohol, brief mention of suicidal thoughts (it's not explicit but one sentence can be interpreted as such)

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No more messages come from the new group chat, and you let your phone slip from your fingers and onto the blankets. You’ve been in your bed since the morning, only able to drag yourself away to use the restroom and even then it was a struggle.

You don’t understand why it hurts so much more on anniversaries. It’s not like every other day is a walk in the park - every single day is agony, living without Hajime. The place where your heart used to sit is now a huge gaping hole, tender and painful to the touch. The first breath you take upon waking up is a painful gasp, remembering that your best friend and one true love is not on this Earth anymore.

But why do the anniversaries hurt so much more? Normally you’re able to exist in society, attend your classes, meet with your therapist and be with your friends. But just because today it’s an even five months that mean you have to suffer more?

You make a weak mental note to ask your therapist about it at your next session. Maybe she can suggest some new techniques or a better way for you to think about it.

But for today you burrow further into your sheets, rest your head on your pillow and try not to think of Hajime.

It lasts less than a minute before you’re pulling your phone back to your face and navigating to the chat you’ve saved. Calling it a chat is generous - it’s more of a diary, a place you can spill your dark secrets and harrowing thoughts. You feel some sort of comfort in this, knowing that you won’t have to worry about someone reading those messages. But that idea also fills you with heavy dread.

Tears pool in your eyes - sadness, frustration, anger, grief. It’s the feelings you’re more than familiar with but they still manage to knock you down.

Why? Why? Why?

A soft sob hitches in your throat but you swallow it down. You’ve already spent your day crying on and off, and not that Hajime isn’t worth the tears but you need to get some water and food in your system.

You find the strength to sit up from your bed and make your way to the kitchen. You ignore the vase of blooming lilies and orchids on your coffee table, a small gift from your parents. Living in a prefecture away from them is less than ideal, especially in your fragile state, but you wanted to stay where you grew up with your friends. They all remained at Sendai University so you followed suit.

Your parents check on you frequently (almost too much for what would be considered normal but your life isn’t normal anymore.) And they’re reassured by the constant support of your friends. And honestly, even though you miss your parents dearly, you’re happy with them not seeing you like this. You don’t have to put on any front or make any attempt to be ok.

And they don’t have to see you make the decision to down the whole bottle of wine in your fridge tonight.

(It’s not the smartest idea you’ve had in a long time, but the bottle is gonna go bad, you pair it with a sleeve of crackers and hey, you’re a fucking adult going through a rough time right now.)

You ceremoniously cheers the air with your bottle. “To Hajime, I miss you.” You sniffle before tipping the bottle to your mouth and taking a long drink. The cool liquid flows through your body and soon enough you let yourself fall back into the pillows.

They’re soft, almost like clouds. You float, seemingly suspended in time.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you wish you could be floating in the clouds with Hajime.

• ────── ✾ ────── •

While the wine gave you a dreamless sleep last night, it also delivered a mean hangover.

“Fuuuuuuck.” You moan as you sit up. It’s a mistake straight away, and you slowly ease yourself back down. Your stomach is screaming in protest and your head feels like it’s been split in two.

“Jesus Christ,” you swear to yourself. Why in the world did you drink a whole GD bottom of wine?? You knew this would happen, you freaking knew it. But it didn’t stop you from being an idiot.

You wave your hand in the air as if to dispel the nagging voice in your head. You take another second to steel yourself before sitting up, your movements slow and cautious. It’s an easier maneuver than before, but it’s still not great.

As you’re still adjusting to being upright, a chainsaw noise in your room makes you jump and clutch your head.

“Arrrggghhhhhhh!” Of course it’s not an actual chainsaw but your hearing is amplified in your weakened state. And not amplified in the way that gives you superhuman powers - the exact opposite, actually.

You lilt to the side to grab your phone before dragging yourself upright again. God damn, I’m never drinking again, you think to yourself before unlocking your phone to check the messages.

You set your phone down without replying to the group chat. Mattsun and Makki are right about Oikawa messaging way too early for lunch. He can live without a reply from you.

But you won’t be able to wait too long, lest Oikawa comes to your apartment and knocks your door down. It’s his default as a compassionate but hard-headed individual. Even before Hajime’s passing Oikawa would be the one to mother them all. He would aggressively shovel food in you or your friend’s mouths while berating you for forgetting lunch, or wrap you in his coat so tight that you couldn’t breathe but it instantly stopped you shivering.

Since Hajime’s passing Oikawa had definitely upped his mothering tendencies but the balance between nurturing and aggression was out of whack. It was fine on some days, like the time that someone had yelled at Makki for bumping into him which ended with Oikawa being dragged away by you and Mattsun screaming at the pale-faced stranger. But it was less than ideal on other days, like today.

Messages sent rapid fire, each with a building passive-aggression that your hungover brain doesn’t want to handle today, are now the norm with Oikawa.

But you handle it, and him, because you know he’s hurting right now. And if this is his way of coping then so be it.

You are about to unlock your phone to reply and cease his badgering, but a message comes through that makes you freeze.

• ────── ✾ ────── •

A/N: The very first chapter of this story! Just a note that this is not a full SMAU, there will be a good amount of written content throughout the story. It's difficult to convey the intense emotions our characters will be experiencing solely through text. If that's not your jam this story may not be for you. Thank you so much for reading!

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Thicker Than Blood || (M) || Ch. 01

Growing up in a tough neighborhood had you learning to deal with hard situations, the occasion leads you to cooperate with the mafia organization that took care of your neighborhood - Pentagon. Looking after yourself and valuing your safety brought you to adapt to the moment, but the line between working for them and protecting yourself is very blurry when you are forced to live under their roof.

→ Pairing: Pentagon OT9 x Reader

→ Genre: Smut; Mafia AU.

→ Words: 2.2K

→ Contains: Mentions of Alcohol; Mentions of Violence.

→ A/n: So this is our Pentagon Mafia AU Series! This story will be multi-chaptered and we will add more tags as the story goes on, we have big plans for it! We hope you guys like it and it is worth the wait!

→ Index: 01 • 02 • 03

Chapter 01 - The Collectors

The cute jeans and red t-shirt you wore barely matched the bar you currently were on behind the counter. The place was quite nice but it was still too rustic for your liking, too brown and dark. Usually, the customers were rustic as well, and had a certain grumpiness to them, just like the place. You shrugged for the nth time while lost in thoughts. Working at a bar on a Tuesday night was the perfect situation for boredom, and bored you were.

Thinking back, you barely understood how you got the job anyway, walking in there one day to kick your friend's ass for drinking while you had a job to do with him and the owner liked your style. He needed someone behind the counter, you needed the money, it was perfect. You were rather young and sweet, you knew that often resolving some complicated shit and arguments in the bar but you also knew how to answer when needed and to take no one's shit home, you still stood up for yourself. Ok so maybe working at a bar was the perfect job for you.

Not wanting to dwell on how you wanted a better paid perfect job, you busied yourself by watching the entrance. It was Tuesday, so you've been kind of anxious the whole day waiting for them to show up. You almost gave your excitement away when two figures entered the bar and sat in front of you on the bar stools.

"Hello, boys. The usual?", you asked them with a bright smile.

"Please, Y/N".

"Right away", you chipped as you turned to get them their cold drinks. It'd be funny to see them drink a sweet cocktail instead of anything stronger if you didn't know them a bit better.

Wooseok and Yuto were young. Sweet and awkward boys that most older people liked and wanted to pamper. That's what you heard anyway whenever you spoke to the neighbors. You also knew they were attached to the hip, always together and always messing with each other. They had a third part to their best friend dynamic and you only saw him a few times at the bar, but you knew they clearly loved each other as brothers.

But that information didn't add up to the other information you had on the boys. The reason you expected them every Tuesday was because of their work. And that was what confused you. As every person in the region knew, there was only one force to respect and listen and that was the Pentagon gang. No, not a gang. It was straight down mafia business and these two cute young boys were their collectors. So every Tuesday they went out to collect the fee from every block and at the end, they'd crash at the bar to chat and drink something.

Seeing them every week made you realize how nice they were and quickly put the whole mafia business behind them. You, better than anyone, understood that you gotta do what you gotta do to survive. Since then, Wooseok and Yuto became more open with you and always brought back gossip when they had a good day. After all, mafia men were still men. Well, boys.

"Here you go, guys", you placed the drinks down and smiled sweetly.

"Thanks, Y/N", Yuto had a deep voice and it always managed to startle you.

"So, any gossip?", you chuckled and the boys followed, lowering their heads as if to share a secret with you.

"Guy from the butcher shop was working alone", Wooseok said, "caught his employee with his girl".

"No way!", you truly were shocked at the irrelevant news.

"Yep", he said while Yuto nodded. "Oh, and someone's trying to get inside our territory. We saw a warning at a wall, directed at us and, well, at all of you".

"What?!", you shouted and they looked at you like you just offended their entire family. You were confused. One, why were they telling you information that may be confidential? Two, how could they speak about something dangerous so casually?

"We have orders to let you know, actually", Yuto said as if he was reading your mind. "We know who these people are but not their faces. We thought maybe they'd start by frequenting a place where they can get more intel on our people".

"Here then".

"Hm, yeah", Wooseok nodded. "The warning only said to be careful who is loyal to us or the community would show us. We guess they want to turn people against us"

"More people, more money. An entire neighborhood against us wouldn't be controlled by usual methods. So, that's when you come in".

"If you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting, then no way". You were bold enough to talk back and they only raised their eyebrows at you.

"We only need you to be on the lookout for someone different", Wooseok clarified, "if there's at least one person asking the wrong questions about the community, you gotta let us know".

"Helps if we can identify a face", Yuto shrugged.

"Do I have a say in this?", you already knew the answer.

"As much as you do about our fee, Y/N".

"Fine. But if they come for me, I won't wait for your boys to come to rescue me. I'll bolt", you said with a sigh in defeat.

"You won't be alone", Wooseok said as Yuto typed away on an old phone. "You'll be getting a visit from tomorrow on, he's our shapeshifter, blends in wherever".

"If you have a guy like that, why put me to watch anyone?"

"Y/N", Yuto sighed and looked straight into your eyes. "We could burst into any safe house right now and do whatever we pleased with whoever was in our way. But we do value our community, that's why we got hold of this business in the first place. The bar is where everyone comes for information and you know that. Don't forget why you're behind this counter, to begin with. We need the bartender to do her job and chat with her customers as she does. The info will come to you".

"I-", you were starstruck and kept glancing from Yuto to Wooseok, hands on the counter. "I- this is the most you have spoken to me since we met". It came out accidentally and you wanted to slap yourself.

Wooseok laughed and Yuto smiled at you. You could feel the heat on your cheeks but only nodded to yourself, still processing everything. They finished their drinks in one big gulp and got up, Yuto nodding at you still with a cute smile on his lips, one that didn't match his previous words. Wooseok watched as Yuto walked out of the bar and chuckled at your expression that slowly was turning grumpy.

"I know you'll do just fine. It's not like us to put people in our business but to protect people, we need you", he was leaning forward, as if to make you see him and only him. "So, congratulations, you got promoted!", he laughed.

"Yeah, I'm the lookout kid", you definitely were grumpy now. "You need me to protect people but who protects me?".

"Me", Wooseok said a bit too fast. "I mean, Pentagon does. And you'll have the right company for that, don't worry. He'll be here tomorrow night".

Wooseok smiled at you again and turned away from you, leaving you to your thoughts. Why the hell was this happening? You got why this way was safer to find out who was behind the threat but you still were unsure. Well, it's not like you could say no without a valid reason. And apparently, your safety wasn't one.

You watched Wooseok leave and sighed. Getting their glasses to clean up, you kept thinking about all the things that could go wrong but also all the things that could go right. Part of you wanted to impress them and come out as a hero, it'd give you something else to do instead of just being the bartender. You laughed at the absurdity of it all and quickly shoved it all in the back of your head, deciding to let the future self deal with the situation and this guy who'd meet you tomorrow, slipping back into the boredom of a Tuesday night at the bar once again.

Laying on your bed, your mind raced nonstop and you couldn't sleep no matter how much you tried. Yuto's words kept coming back and you felt even more deflated each time. "Don't forget why you're behind this counter, to begin with". You knew your upbringing was shitty and you had to fend for yourself a long time but you honestly thought that it didn't matter much until now.

Your parents fled when you were eight. They had some issues with themselves and suddenly having a family became too much of a cage for them and they fled. They left you with your grandmother and never came back. Your grandma was a saint, she was sweet and loving but she was sick enough to not be able to work, so you toughen up and started bringing money home by twelve years old.

You smiled thinking about how she raised you with such care and love that you managed to get that trait from her even if the streets treated you like shit. You discovered soon enough that all the love your grandma had was all the love you could get because no one liked a little girl who put her hands on whatever she could find to sell and get hers. You met a few people while you grew up and managed to turn out just fine even if it bruised you more than you liked to admit.

When you were around seventeen your grandma passed, you thankfully blocked whatever memory you had of her suffering and only focused on her happy memories. Since then you got her small and simple house and got more involved in the community, everyone who respected your grandma finally understanding why you were a kid like you were. Fast forward a few years and you got the job at the bar and things got a bit better.

You got up from the bed and scoffed at how things were mostly shoved on your face enough that you had to go with the flow every time. Fucking Pentagon taking over the neighborhood when you were a kid and now this. You heard more than participated in the whole protecting mafia business when you were younger, but the situation wasn't strange to you. Getting around in the streets you knew things and the most important one was to follow the organization's rules.

When you were twelve and started to hit the streets, you knew very well to not mess with the men from the org. But also soon enough you learned that the best way to earn anything good was to be on their good side. So you started to run a few errands for them and earned a good amount. Of course, you had nothing to do with them but still, it was a good connection. You didn't know much about the members in the hierarchy but you were sure that no one from the time you were a kid was still in their ranks.

You were sure mafia business was very harsh and violent but the boss was too violent once upon a time and things got out of hand. The neighborhood they swore to protect was being targeted and they brought the fight to all people. Fortunately, it ended after a few months of much fear and blood around the streets and you heard they all changed members. Rumor had it that it was their kids that took over when the parents died during the more violent times, at least in the high ranks. But you had stopped tending to them a few months before it went down so you had no idea for sure.

You only knew that Pentagon had a hard time getting people's trust again and started a more gentle approach with the community, hence why Wooseok and Yuto were dear to some people under their wings. They went over to everyone who had helped them directly and formally thanked and apologized for their trouble. Of course, they still terrified people who walked out of line and when the community respected them again, it was clear they were in charge. But now it seemed like they only cared about their own business and getting richer with their schemes instead of getting involved in a bloody gun war.

You realized you were standing in the middle of the corridor getting lost in thought and laughed to yourself before finishing the path to the kitchen to get water. The cold water helped you calm down and soon you were too busy sitting on the couch looking for any silly reality show to get lost into.

Halfway through the episode, you felt the sleep taking over you but being comfortable on the couch made you just pull a cover you kept there over you and stayed there, falling asleep in seconds. It was a very rough and long day, so you welcomed the slumber gratefully. Little did you know that while you succumbed to sleep in the living room, your phone buzzed in your bedroom, a small text that should be completely out of line appearing.

We trust you to do this safely but count on me to help. -WS.

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My Date with the President’s Daughter

Spencer Reid x Female Reader (Spencer POV)

Summary: Spencer has a date with the President’s daughter, who he’s been dating for a while in partial secret. He hasn’t seen her in person for a while so he’s had to settle for another form of communication.

A/N: Ok just to get this out of the way— this is not a politically charged fic, I don’t express my own political beliefs in this fic nor do I express my opinion on the beliefs of others. The president in this fic is entirely made up and I just thought it would be cool to release it on Inauguration Day like the nerd I am. I do not want a political debate in the comments, this blog is not meant for that. This fic is for fun and to make people a little happier in these trying times. Please respect my wishes. This was a really fun way to write a twist on Spencer dating someone famous and- I wonder if anyone can spot the West Wing reference I used 🤔Thanks to @spencers-dria again for always helping me out with my fics 🥰This is also apart of my unlinked fic series called Spencer Reid & Letters! Requests are open and thank you for reading!

Warning: Vague political talk, References to keeping their relationship secret earlier, Avoiding the paparazzi- that should be it.

Main Masterlist Spencer Reid & Letters Word count: 1.6k

She didn’t have to put her short little letter to me on the back of a postcard, but she always did it this way. I remember when she first told me why she did it. We were sitting cuddled up on my couch at the early start of our relationship. I had asked her why she always insisted she send her letters on the back of a tiny card, she would’ve had so much more room if she got out a piece of paper.

She said she got into the habit of sending them to her father whenever he was away on business. Her handwriting had been horrible as a child according to her and her father had suggested she try to fit all of her thoughts onto a postcard. So, now she sent all of her letters neatly handwritten with the smallest of letters, so small you could almost barely read them, on the back of a postcard.

The postcard I had gotten late today, delivered by one of the last people on duty this late at night, was a picturesque view of the White House. The grass bright green and the outside covered in pure crisp white, a statuesque image of American democracy. Now, she didn’t send this to me because she wanted to express her political views and patriotism in a postcard, it just so happened to be where her father lived.

The fact that she was the President’s daughter used to intimidate me a lot when I first met her. I hadn’t immediately connected the dots in my head that she was the first daughter when we first met, though I could tell I had seen her somewhere before. Though, my first assumption was that maybe she had been a regular at my favorite coffee shop, not the daughter to the President of the United States. Literally my biggest boss.

First time I met him was also my first time in the east wing; she had some help from her secret service detail to sneak me in through the back. I only ever nervously stutter when I’m in intimidating or stressful situations and I’m pretty sure I barely got a sentence out the first ten minutes after I had met him. Luckily, he did seem to like me, though I’m not really sure why. Y/N told me once it was because he found my intelligence extraordinary and my constant willingness to share facts endearing. I always blush when I remember that, she was always so sweet to me and the fact that her family loved me as well caused my heart to swell exponentially. I stared at the captured view for a few seconds longer before the dots had fully connected in my head, I may have an eidetic memory, but sometimes it took me a minute to get her subtle hints. She didn’t actually live at the White House, she had her own house in D.C. But, this postcard meant one thing. She’s home.

Each postcard she sent me had a picture of wherever she was while she was traveling the world, it was a small gesture that made me feel closer to her, I always tried to imagine I was there with her at every location she sent. She had been out of the country for at least a month on business and even before that we hadn’t seen each other for a while, I had been stuck on a long case that kept me away from her for half a month.

A month and a half, that’s how long it's been since I’ve had her in my arms. I turned over the card expecting to see it filled with more words than most people would think could fit on the back of a postcard to let me know when I could see her, but this was not the case. Instead, the back of the card contained less words than normal. Only the words- meet me at 10pm at our usual spot.

My body moved faster than my brain, getting up to pack up all my things to rush to our usual spot. My watch sat over my cardigan sleeve on my wrist and it blinked up at me letting me know I only had 30 minutes till I had to get to the other side of town.I still had some paperwork left, but enough that I could push it off till the next day. Once I had gotten all my stuff together I scurried over to leave through the glass doors.

“Are you heading home, Spence?” A voice from inside the bullpen called out startling me out of my thoughts, I had thought everyone had left for the night. I turned around to look at the owner of the voice, JJ, who had come back from the break room to finish her large stack of paperwork that still remained.

“Actually no- I have a date.” A small shy smile made its way onto my face, I still felt very shy when I talked about my relationship with the team. When I had first told them after around 8 months into our relationship, they had thought I was pulling their legs. Once they did realize that I was in fact, not bullshitting them as Morgan had suspected, the questions had immediately come down on me. The ogling at my relationship never really ceased in the months after it had come out to the team, and the rest of the world. We mostly still tried to keep it under wraps, but the fact that the press now knew about me after some photos got leaked from a date only made the team ogle even more.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to who you go on dates with, it’s like something out of a movie.” JJ joked, then yawning again and leaning her face into her palms. “Well- I still have a lot of paperwork to do, you go enjoy your night, Spencer. I know you haven’t seen her in a while.”

My mind had already begun to shift away from JJ as soon as she brought her up, I was practically vibrating in anticipation, I couldn’t wait to see her.

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The rare book store on the east side of Quantico had been my favorite for years, ever since I had moved out here from Vegas actually. So much so that the owners, an older couple named Margaret and Dan, both knew me by name and knew almost exactly what books I wanted every time. The both of them had immediately jumped at the chance when I had hesitantly asked them to let the both of us meet up here, I had been desperately trying to find a place outside of my apartment where we could meet up.

When I entered the shop through the back it was already deserted just for us, she must have contacted Maggie and Dan to ask them if we could have the store for the night. The store was packed full of the rare books the owners had both acquired over the years, ranging from old tales and poems written by Edgar Allan Poe, the dark brother’s Grimm tales, to almost any old book that you could think of. It was almost to the point where I thought maybe Maggie and Dan should upgrade to a bigger shop.

“Long time no see.” A voice piped up from the mostly dark corner where she sat in a dark green armchair only partially illuminated by a standing lamp. Broad grins broke out on both of our faces before we both ran to each other, engulfing ourselves into an overwhelming bear hug.

“I missed you so much you don't even know.” Tears prickled at the edge of my eyes, though I wasn’t afraid to admit that us being apart for so long made me tear up.

“I've got a pretty good idea, I missed you so much as well.” She sniffed and then sighed into the crook of my neck. I moved my hand up to cradle her head to try and bring her as close as possible to me, even though there was already not even an inch of space between the two of us.

A nagging thought was dancing around in my brain, the card was so short and abrupt. It wasn’t like her to not be long winded whenever she wrote to me, she even had a tendency to be worse than I was sometimes.

“Why was the card so short? You feeling ok?”

“I just couldn’t wait to see you… It’s been so long since I’ve seen you...” Her tone of voice made me sad, it had been so lonely for me as well when we were apart. “I never want to be away from you for that long ever again.”

“Move in with me.” The words blurted out of my mouth before I could really think about my words. I didn’t care whether it would be feasible or not, I just knew I never wanted us to be apart for so long ever again.

“Well-“ I cringed a little at her words sensing a rejection, I worried that I had just screwed it all up by asking. However, again she surprised me, “We might need to get a new place to settle my father’s worries about security.”

I breathed out a breathy laugh of relief at her words, enveloping her into a bruising kiss, my worry and anxiety immediately melting away. I couldn’t wait for the next chapter of my life with the President’s daughter.

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A Lesson In Romance #7: False Start

Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Just a lot of awkward vibes hahaha

Word Count: 1.7k

Plot: Reader keeps getting caught in rom-com situations with Spencer Reid. This time, they try to confess their feelings.

A/N: I didn’t actually manage to include the definition of a False Start in the chapter itself, so I’ll add it at the end. No spoilers for now!

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It took you 24 hours to decide that you were going to do something about your feelings for the good doctor. Pretty quick, considering you were a living, breathing rom-com cynic. But as ancient Greek philosopher, Heraclitus, once said: "The only constant in life is change".

Specifically, change happened after you woke up in your cute co-worker and dear friend's arms and you wanted nothing more than to get back into them as fast as possible.

But by the universal laws of working in the BAU, catching a break seemed to be the hardest when you actually wanted one.

Firstly, it was like every serial killer in the country decided to cancel their vacations simultaneously, swamping the team with urgent case after case. At this point, you were more familiar with the couch on the jet than your bed at home, and everyone was feeling the strain.

Secondly, if you weren't sleeping, you were usually out in the field chasing unsubs with Derek or Rossi. You had stopped holding out hope for being paired with Spencer — on account of your areas of specialty overlapping too much, and Hotch not being the type of leader to waste his resources — and as a result:

Thirdly, getting even ten minutes alone with the genius became an impossible task, and not for lack of trying either. At the start of the month, the two of you had tried to adapt your breakfast ritual to the road, but it always got interrupted mid-coffee order or even at the ding of the lift. Not that you and Spencer stopped trying, no, but your patience was wearing thin.

So you did something you hadn't done since you submitted your application to join the BAU — you prayed for a chance.

Because every day that you didn't admit your feelings to the doctor was another day fighting the compulsion to tell somebody else about them, and god only knows what a room full of profilers (and one nosy tech analyst) would do with that kind of information.

Then, out of the blue, the door of opportunity opened.

After two weeks of straight travel, the team had earned a well-deserved one night’s rest in your own beds before dealing with a local case, bright and early tomorrow morning. And since your flight landed at 2am and all the trains had stopped by then, this gave you the perfect shot to execute your plan.

Unfortunately, you forgot to take into account the most important factor — your nerves.

It didn't help that Derek had wolf-whistled in the carpark as the two of you walked off in the same direction, nor that Spencer immediately put your favourite album into the CD player out of instinct; an overly domestic action that made your heart beat even faster.

But it was when you arrived in front of his apartment building that you felt the worst of it. As you tried to summon the right words to your lips, your heart hammered in your chest and your thoughts jumbled themselves into nonsense.

"Are you ok?" Spencer asked, snapping you out of your anxious spiral instantly. "You don't look so well."

"I-I'm fine." Your fingers twitched nervously.

"Doesn't seem like it." He looked down at your hands, and you cursed your subconscious brain for giving you away. Then, he placed a hand over yours and your heart stopped.

"You're not alright, that's for sure, but it seems like it's just sleep deprivation." He assessed, bending slightly to look at your face. "You can't drive in this state. Do you want to come in?”

Your head snapped up to meet his gaze, ready to protest, but Spencer beat you to it. "Let’s go. You wanted to talk about something, right?" He called out, already one foot out of the car.

Before you could realise what was happening, you found yourself sitting on Spencer's couch holding a warm cup of tea.

This was the first time you were in his apartment. Yet, it was exactly what you thought it'd be like. Every wall was lined with bookshelves, filled to max capacity with books of every topic imaginable from neuroscience to philosophy. Those that didn't make it to the shelves were found in random stacks around his apartment, standing out against his forest green walls.

"Did you know that chamomile tea is a natural remedy for insomnia? In fact, it is commonly regarded as a mild tranquilizer. It's calming effects may be attributed to the antioxidant apigenin, which binds to specific receptors in your brain that initiate sleep and reduce anxiety." He explained, walking over with his own mug.

"I actually did know that." You smiled. The tea seemed to work its magic because you did feel relaxed, and you must have looked it too, because the worried frown disappeared off Spencer's face.

"Didn't know you were a tea person." You commented lightly, blowing the steam from your mug.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me." He replied mysteriously, and you raised your eyebrows.

Spencer's apartment was too quiet, no rumbling fridge or quiet radio playing in the background to make your awkward silence any less pronounced. It was then that you noticed he didn't have a TV. Somehow this fact didn't surprise you very much.

"You... you wanted to talk to me about something?" He broke the silence, looking down at the hot tea swirling in his mug.

Right. You were here to talk about your feelings. Your face flushed as you tried to summon your willpower, again.

"I wanted to tell you something—" You began shakily. "But before that, I just want to preface, we can ignore this entire thing if you don't agree. I mean, I really enjoy our friendship as it is, and I wouldn't want to do anything to affect tha—"

"Wait." Spencer interrupted urgently, before catching himself. "Sorry, um, before that, can I say something?"

"Um, ok, shoot." You replied meekly, trying to hide your relief behind a long sip of tea. There was a pause as he gathered his thoughts, and you might have been seeing things, but he looked almost... nervous?

"The day we met, I calculated the probability of meeting somebody that shared my exact coffee order and the result was almost one in a million.” He finally spoke, lifting his head to meet your gaze. “That probability decreased when I factored in working together, sharing the same interests, and... and how I enjoyed spending time with you more than with anybody else."

Spencer cleared his throat, a blush coming onto his cheeks.

"Ever since then... my life just started making sense. I know I’m a scientist, not a poet, and I could tell you all the statistics about relationships in the world, but when it comes to you...”

His cheeks were crimson now, as he ran his fingers through his hair. You had a feeling yours looked the same.

"I guess, what I'm trying to say, is that I think you're beautiful and smart, and I have no idea what you see in me, but I'd really—"

Suddenly, both your phones buzzed violently against his coffee table, jolting you out of the moment. You leaned over in a trained motion, only to see exactly what you expected:

Garcia: No rest for the wicked, crime fighters. Conference room in 30.

Penny: No rest for the wicked, crime fighters. Conference room in 30.

You let out a sigh you didn't realise you were holding, and Spencer looked over at you, doe-eyed and nervous.

“The case?" He asked quietly.

There was a silence filled with words unsaid. "We should go." He said finally. "If we leave now, we can still make it on time."

You only nodded in response, more out of duty than desire, and gulped down the rest of your tea. The thought of what he was about to say burned down your throat.

Driving away from Spencer’s apartment was torturous. The doctor hadn’t said anything to you since he entered the car, only fiddling with his bag as he looked out the window. It was too dark to read his expression, but you wondered if he could still hear the way he called you “beautiful”, or whether the moment had already dissolved into the space between you.

Luckily, you didn’t need to wait long for an answer, as Spencer tugged on your sleeve before you exited the carpark, his face scrunched in worry.

"I really didn't mean for that to be so... weird. Can we talk about this again after the case?" He asked softly, and despite every semblance of logic left in your brain, you couldn’t stop the hope from blooming in your chest and you smiled.

That was when Spencer did something completely uncharacteristic. (You didn't know this at the time, but it was something that you would tease him about for a long time after.)

In one fluid movement, the doctor pulled you into a tight hug that elicited a squeak from you, but it only took a second for the initial shock to wear off before you relaxed completely into his warm touch. He took that as a sign to continue, burying his head into your shoulder and letting out a content sigh.

Unlike waking up to your bodies intertwined, nothing about this was a mistake. Not the way his fingers stroked your back peacefully, nor the way his curly hair tickled your cheek. You felt the stress of the past two weeks melt away in his embrace, and so did any coherent thought, except one: normal friends didn't hug each other like this.

Later when the two of you finally entered the conference room, miraculously still on time, nobody commented on the smiles plastered on your faces but everybody could tell. They were profilers after all.

But for the first time in awhile, you were just too happy to care.

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Iced Coffee - Dark!Stephen Strange x Reader.

Summary:

You met Stephen Strange your last year of medical school. He was godlike and you were infatuated. You liked him and in return he humiliated you. Years later you were over it; made a career for yourself.

He saw you again, remembered you, wanted you. He was going to show you that he had changed, win you over. You would be his and he would protect you forever, he just had to prove himself.

Series Warnings:

18+ adult content, Dark, Rape/noncon, obsessive behavior, stalking, doctor/medical themes, mild/moderate doctor kink, needles (chapter one, not sex related), violence, abuse, kidnapping, forced marriage, smut, escape attempt, dirty talk (my best attempt at least).

Potential warnings, a non-exhaustive list: Oral, praise kink, mild degradation (Will not include whore or slut)

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A/N: Now that I’ve been writing for a few months I’m experimenting with different styles. If you’ve read my other stuff lmk what you think (ask, comment, message, whatever.)

Thank you to the unnamed requester and @couldntbedamned for this request. 🖤

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CHAPTER 1

Stephen was the most brilliant man you had ever met. School was a joke to him, he easily outperformed everyone no matter the subject. He was confident, lived his life with this air of superiority, and you were obsessed. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, sat next to him in class, helped him when he asked. He was nice to you too, he was an asshole almost all the time but when he talked to you it was gentle, respectful.

It was October third when it happened, the date would forever be burned in your memory. He turned to you and asked you the date.

“It’s october third,” you smiled.

He thanked you and touched his hand to your arm and you felt a spark, you were sure he felt it too.

But he didn’t feel it, you were so very wrong.

You found out just how wrong you were that evening in the worst possible way. It was so unexpected, so hurtful. You walked into the small coffee shop you and your friends frequented and saw them all in the corner, socializing. A stab of pain struck you in the chest; nobody invited you. Maybe you should have backed away, recognized you weren’t wanted but you heard your name. You thought they had seen you, called you over.

They hadn’t seen you though, weren’t talking to you.

They were talking about you.

“Poor thing, thinks she has a chance with me,” you heard Stephen laugh.

You walked behind him, tears welling in your eyes and someone nudged him awkwardly. He looked up and made eye contact with you. A tear fell down your face as you backed away from the group. It was like a nightmare, like looking down and seeing you were naked, but this wasn’t a dream. It was horrifyingly real.

“Pathetic,” you heard him say to the laughing group of people you called friends.

It broke you.

You spent the remainder of your time in school avoiding him and every friend who had been there. You poured yourself into your studies and came out of it stronger than before, like a phoenix being reborn - You were brand new, beautiful, powerful.

You became a doctor and scientist and a damned good one at that. But Stephen was always better. Every conference, every medical magazine, he was there; always at the top. You could never escape him.

Until his accident.

He was suddenly gone, you couldn't believe it. Dr. Stephen Strange, the most accomplished neurosurgeon, lost his hands. The shock wiped through the medical community, a travesty they said. It wasn’t a travesty to you though, It was almost uncomfortable how happy you were at his downfall. It felt so freeing to see the great and mighty Doctor Strange fall so far, for your bully to lose the thing that was most precious to them. He became irrelevant, dropped from magazines and conferences and disappeared without a trace. You were truly content for the first time in your life. You were free.

Stephen flexed his fingers and smiled. It was a long road to recovery but he did it, he was a neurosurgeon again and even better now. He was godlike, able to perform surgeries that he could only dream of before. He wasn’t just going to get his life back, he would flourish, go above and beyond his already impressive list of accomplishments, he would dominate.

He walked into the conference full of confidence, an arrogant smile plastered on his face. The gasps and stares made him stand even straighter, walk with even more purpose. He always loved being the center of attention, it made him feel superior.

It was his addiction, to be special, better than everyone around him. The craving for greatness was a consequence of his birthright. He needed to be better because he was better. His brain was like a radiant flame, he shined brighter than everyone around him and he knew it.

“Stephen, good to see you,” a group of colleagues surrounded him, patting him on the back. He felt at home, this was where he belonged.

The auditorium started filling and he followed the group in, sitting in the back and opening his pamphlet. It wasn’t usually his type of lecture to listen to but he had time to kill before his next panel. The speaker, a specialist in infectious disease, worked at New York Hospital where he would start back on Monday. He closed his pamphlet and waited patiently for the presentation to start.

She walked onto the stage and his body tensed as he watched her prepare for her speech. Stephen’s brain was on fire, the attraction to this stranger like nothing he had ever felt. His thoughts turned less than appropriate as he stared at her ass. He saw no panty lines and couldn’t help but imagine what did or did not lie beneath the skirt's thin fabric. She wasn’t a conventionally attractive woman but that made her even more beautiful in his mind. She was perfect for him, a mix of everything he was physically attracted to in one person. Women had thrown themselves at him but he didn’t want any of them, he wanted her.

Then she started speaking and a new wave of attraction washed through him as her intelligence became apparent. Who was this woman? He rarely felt attraction like this, attraction that consumed onto his whole being. He needed to get to know her, needed to touch her, smell her hair, hold her hand. He was obsessed.

He didn’t even realize her presentation had ended until everyone started applauding. Stephen stood and clapped along. He watched her exit the stage and as he walked closer her face suddenly flashed into his memory. He knew her years ago in med school. She liked him, she followed him around like a puppy.

Excitement built as he approached her, but she gave him one look and her face fell into a grimace.

“Stephen Strange,” He held his hand out.

Her reply was cold, “We went to school together,” she spit, ignoring his outstretched hand.

“Yes, we did, didn’t we. I’m very interested in what you’re working on. Maybe we could get together, have dinner?”

“No,” she turned and walked away from him.

“Hey,” He yelled at her, but she kept walking, giving no acknowledgement of his obvious frustration.

It didn’t take him long to catch up, he reached out and grabbed her shoulder pulling her around to face him.

“What is this hostility about?” He asked.

Her body went rigid and she wrenched her shoulder out of his hand, “Poor thing, thinks she has a chance with me,” She said through gritted teeth.

He remembered in that moment what had happened, how he used her for short lived friendships.

“I’m not that person anymore, I’m sorry, let me show you,” be begged.

“You called me pathetic,” She snarled.

“It was so long ago, please.”

She stood up tall and leaned into him. “Pathetic,” she called him before walking away again.

He stood there dazed, never having been discarded so callously. He couldn't leave it like this, he would show her he had changed and she would forgive him. He was determined. He was the great Doctor Strange and he could do anything.

A sob took over your body as you read the little piece of paper. It was over, no more money for research. The conference was your last hope to find funding and you didn’t succeed. You looked at a little blue vial and picked it up. It was a bad idea, you knew it was, but this medicine could help so many people. If you didn’t try it right then you may have never known if it worked or not. You removed your jacket, swabbed your arm and filled a syringe. A tear fell down your cheek as you depressed the plunger.

It immediately started burning, beginning in your arm and flowing throughout your veins until you were screaming in pain. The room spun around and your vision started to blur. You stood and took a few shaky steps before falling to the ground and curling into a ball. Quiet whimpers escaped your lips as you struggled not to pass out from the pain.

A knock rang through your ears and you lifted your head slightly.

“Hey, it’s me,” called a voice from the other side of the door.

Stephen, of course he would show up at the worst moment possible. You were in so much pain and part of you wanted to ask for help but you couldn’t. If anyone found out you could lose your licence and Stephen was someone you were sure would turn you in.

“It’s not a good time,” you yelled.

“I just wanted to apologize for my behavior, I was an asshole but I’ve changed. I really have.”

“Go Away Stephen.”

The doorknob jiggled and you held your breath. You had locked it, you were sure you had.

“Hey, I’m getting worried, open the door,” he demanded.

“I’m sad, ok, lost funding for my research. I don’t want you to see me cry. Happy? If you’ve actually changed you’ll leave!” you put your hand over your mouth to cover a groan, the exhaustion of talking having caused intense pain in your lungs.

“Oh, um, sorry to bother you,” he murmured.

You sighed in relief as the sound of his footsteps disappeared and then hugged your aching body, shivering and crying softly as excruciating pain moved around. It suddenly felt like you had been thrown in a freezer. It Was so cold, why were you so cold?

You shivered and cried on the floor for hours until sleep finally took you, giving a slight respite from the worst day of your life.

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