#‘your mom called! i told her ur fucking up BIG TIME’
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@ ᴛᴏᴅᴏʀᴏᴋɪ ᴛᴏᴜʏᴀ: your mom called, i told her you’re fucking up big time <3
#but i don’t care baby i already lost my mind <33333#just me answering dabi’s phone while he’s in the shower like ‘hi rei; no he’s doing awful; no no he’s a coke head actually’#‘okay i’ll tell him you called. bye!’#laying on my tummy on the motel bed <3 waiting for him to come out of the shower with lil dewdrops of steam clinging to his chest like#‘your mom called! i told her ur fucking up BIG TIME’#HAHAHAHA#the last two minutes of that song just reminds me of dabi SO MUCH#like jimmy only love me when he wanna get high??????? yep#i’m only like halfway through the album rn but i like the vibes so far!!!!#very southern gothic of her tbh#(the song is a&w by lana del rey btw! if ur like ??? what lmao)#candy necklace is <33333#clari chatters
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"𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾.."
The first time you met Mitsuya was when you were there to pick your brother from school.
"'Neesan"your little brother calls out as he saw you and wobbled on his way towards you. You crouched down infront of him and patted his head.
"Woah. You seem excited, made new friends?"
Your brother nods pointing back towards a cute girl with pink hair.
"Her name's luna! Luna look she's my 'neesan" the little girl slowly came towars you with sparkling eyes as if admiring you.
"Your 'neesan's an angel" she mumbles cutely making you smile and ruffle her hair.
Your lil bro huffed cockily "told ya! "You chuckled shaking ur head at these kids but the next thing you heard made you frown.
"My 'neesan will like her"
"yeah and you'll get a big sis too and me a big bro" they both clapped there hands.
"Woah Woah what's going on in that tiny head of yours?" You lightly flicked your brother's head and luna was bout to say something before a voice stopped her.
"Luna!"
You three turned your head towards the voice noticing it came from a boy your age with lavender hair.
"He looks intimidating .."
He bent down and pinched the said girl's cheek softly.
"so you were here huh...don't roam around on your own"
"but i was doin you a favour! Look i found an angel for you"
It was then that mitsuya finally noticed your presence and looked at you.
You being the not so friendliest person on earth smiled at him before getting up and grabbing your brother's hand ~planning to run away~.
He stared at you before smiling back
"Don't mind her words she's always like this" he said ruffling the girl's hair who seemed to be his lil sister .
"Uh i dont mind, my bro is also like this" you smiled softly looking at the two younger . "Looks like these two have become good friends".
"Well she wasn't wrong bout you being an angel" Mistuya winked at you making you shrug your shoulders with a "ikr" expression and chuckle as you were a flirt yourself.
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Since then, you two started having little conversations here and there when picking up the little ones from school.
Sometimes he would invite you to his house showing you his croquis sketches and pieces of half made toile which only made you admire him more and encouraged him in his dream to be a fashion designer in future.
You also got to know bout him being a delinquent and a member of toman. It was hard to believe at first as his behavior was too gentle for a delinquent , you thought.
One time when you came to his house excitedly to show him your sketches of clothes and for some criticism as you were an artist yourself , you were greeted by a swollen-faced ,full of bruises , mitsuya with wrongly tied bandages and only then it finally occured to you that "yeah he is a delinquent ".
From then on , You became his personal nurse as he lacked in the taking care of himself department and his mom used to be out of town for work ,so why not?
Sometimes during tending his wounds or sketching various designs together, there were few moments of tension which you used to brush off by you making him flustered failed like when you were treating his lip wound , you looked at him mischievously and poked his lower lip.
"Should i kiss it ? It will heal better!"
"yeah with the tongue please"
"..."
ahem so yeah you were left with your mouth hunged open, no comebacks making him smirk. Mind you it's mitsuya takashi for fuck's sake-
Overall, It was all fun and games until your stomach became a florist, attracting butterflies everytime mitsuya was under the radar.
Man..and how when you tried to compose yourself infront of him , he fucking had to smile so beautifully making you melt and evaporate.
To confirm it, one time, Mitsuya came home late at night, parked his bike after coming from the gang, standing infront of his door sighing at the thought that he still needs to cook dinner and put his sisters to sleep, he opened the door only to be greeted by a delicious smell.
."huh..?" He thought making his way to the kitchen and meeting eyes with you wearing his apron washing the dishes.
"You.." his shoulders slumped in a relaxing state .
"I knew you had a fight with the other gang so, i came over and flexed my delicious cooking to luna and mana and uk i also made-
He stopped you mid way by back hugging you transferring his body weight onto you, wrapping his arms around your waist loosely, he breathes out a sigh tickling your neck.
"Thanks..." he words tiredly to which you faintly smiled and hummed in response.
"Staying over.?"
"Yup.."
"Good"
He rests his chin on your shoulder.
"You look like a wife"
"Then should I say "Welcome back honey"?.." you joked, removing the gloves after being done with the dishes. He backs away from the hug giving you space as you removed the apron.
Finally, you turned towards him fully only to see him rummaging his pockets before taking out a piece of cloth.
"wait...its a sample, the one you have been trying to get for your toile."
"How did you get it ?"
"To remind you, I'm the president of the sewing club, asked the girls there to order this one, planned to give it to you later but here we are."
He hands it over to you, smiling so gently ,that was the time, you confirmed, you wanna protect this man..
So yeah, you realized that you liked Mitsuya Takashi.
But you did little to nothing bout it as you figured there's something mutual but internally feared that this is only platonic.
Until on 26th dec, after the Christmas incident with taiju, you heard hakkai whom you met through mistuya whisper to you bout how he doubts that his big sis, yuzuha might have a crush on mitsuya..
"You sure it isn't you hallucinating?" You frown.
Hakkai groans " no and i think taka chan likes her back beacuse he hugged her there".
Boy, how your heart dropped to your stomach.
"I-It was just a hug, no big deal".
"But in taka chan's case it is! Have you seen him hug any female besides her sisters? And he is affectionate towards her too"
As if you weren't getting anxious before now you were succesfully in a foul mood. As much as you don't wanna overthink hakkai's philosophy, your doubt has been sprouted.
"What if you were just being delusional and there's nothing mutual between you two.? What if he really likes yuzuha then you shouldn't come between them"
So when mistuya asked you to go with him to the new year eve's shrine , you declined him as yuzuha was also coming and your heart wasn't strong enough to see him with someone else.
"Any reason as to why you dont wanna come..?" Mistuya inquired aware of the change of mood of yours these days.
"I just don't, okay" you said as you called your brother, who was busy playing with luna and mana, you used to tag him along with u to see mitsuya's, so that he can play with his sisters and ~u can have an excuse to see him"
"Let's go home now bub" you grabbed your bro's hand, preparing to go but mitsuya stopped you from doin the motion by grabbing your wrist, smiling softly at your brother and signaling him to go play more, he turned towards u with a stern expression contradicting how his hand gently grabbed yours, grazing his thumb on your knuckles.
" you seem to have something on your mind these days..wanna talk bout it ?"
You hissed wanting to yell in frustration but your words came out as a mumble.
" i told you its nothing..and you can't fix it anyway..."
The way his hand tightened around yours made you look at him. He cups your cheek softly looking at you with a concerned gaze.
"If it's bothering you then it's not nothing, Shutting me out won't solve it. You only visit now when in need of samples and you keep acting like you're looking for an excuse to leave. "
"So? Is there any other reason for me to visit?"
He frowns " You know there is.."
Your face turned soft. "No i don't "
He didn't speak anything further and just stared at you silently
You sighed. You knew he won't stop until you tell him what's wrong.
"Fine...Hakkai told me that yuzuha likes you..and "
"And?"
You looked away trying to ignore his intimidating gaze
"And you also like her"
He chuckled
"So that's it huh.."
You looked at him confusedly
"What.?"
"The one yuzuha likes is not me, it's Takemicchi "
"Huh? "
Before you can make any reaction he pulled you closer making you gasp
"As for the later one. I thought i made myself clear with the actions, didn't i?
You just looked down
"So you coming for the festival.? " He raises his eyebrows .
"..yeah"
"Good" he ruffled your hair before pulling away
"Damn you hakkai I'll kill you"
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New year's eve, 11:30pm
"Where are we going..?"
You asked mistuya as he, out of nowhere dragged you away from your friend circle.
He stopped after making sure you both are out of there sight especially his lil sister's. He looked at you smiling cheekily.
"Yesterday about our discussion, i had a strong urge to make it clear to you but our siblings were there,..so i had to hold it"
He cups your cheek with one hand , pulling you closer with another.
"But now I can't "
He kisses you, where he pecks you a thousand times and you just stand there giggling with your face squished in his palms.
"I .better. not. hear. you .say .shit .like .this .again". He whispers between the kisses.
You smile in the kiss.
"Okay"
After a while ,you pull away from the kiss looking at him unable to control your smile.
"Your sister was right about you"
"About..?" He asked trying hard to suppress his own grin.
"That her neesan will like me"
He smiled widely before closing the gap between your mouths again.
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Few feets away were standing two blond teenagers staring gawking at you two shamelessly while putting a hand infront of the younger one's eyes to stop them from seeing their olders like this.
The tall one sighed. "Man, I guess I'm the only one to have no luck with girls. "
Takemichi looked at his partner, chifuyu, and smiled secretly looking at the sky
" It's not long before chifuyu meet her..."
Takemichi is a time traveler afterall.
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please can u do dad/husband chris hcs??
i love ur writing 🫶🏾🫶🏾
omg i love this !!!
husband and dad!chris headcanons!
husband!chris headcanons
he is using every chance he can to tell people that you’re his wife, there is absolutely no hiding the marriage.
he proposes the idea of getting eloped about a month and a half after proposing because he genuinely can’t wait to be married to you.
after first you feel bad because you want your friends and family to be part of the big day but then you say fuck it, and the two of you are running to city hall as soon as it opens the next day.
after the elopement, you don’t really tell anyone aside from close family and then you guys take your honeymoon, i feel like chris would fly you to somewhere like greece or paris or london because it’s romantic and he wants you to have that movie-esque honeymoon.
y’all are fucking everywhere you possibly can on the honeymoon
when you guys get back from your month long honeymoon, you guys throw a big informal wedding type-party with all your friends x family and announce the elopement publicly for the first time.
he’s treating the entire marriage as if it’s the newlywed stage, like he’s the type of husband who still flirts with you and pursued you as if he literally didn’t lock it down with a ring. he never wants you to feel like he doesn’t want or love you.
he decides that once you guys are married, that he wants to move into a house with you and begin the new chapter and try for a family.
which leads to him constantly trying to consummate the marriage everywhere in the new house. matt and nick refuse to visit until you and chris have hired a cleaning service to “disinfect” the house.
he’s a very big believer of the saying “happy wife, happy life.” which means he’s giving and getting you everything you want without hesitation and refuses to let you decline anything.
dad!chris headcanons!
chris is a boy dad without question, but that’s not to say he wouldn’t adore his future daughter, that little girl would have him wrapped around her finger.
he’d bring up the idea of a family after about a month of living together and you’d be relieved because you had found out you were pregnant two weeks prior, you just weren’t ready to say anything yet.
the second you tell him you’re pregnant, he’s on his knees pressing kisses to your stomach before he’s resting his head against it with his arms tightly wrapped around you and he’s nearly sobbing, he’s just excited and unbelievably happy that his dreams of having his own little family are coming true.
he’s with you at every appointment and cries again when you find out you’re having a baby boy.
he’s getting baby grayson his first pair of jordans without question.
he lets you design the nursery because he feels a bit bad that he took wedding planning away from you when you guys got eloped.
him and matt build the dresser, changing table, crib, rocking chair, everything while you’re out with mary-lou, nick, and your mom buying baby clothes.
when you see that all the furniture is put together, the pregnancy hormones kick in and you’re sobbing in his arms, thanking him for it and he’s shushing you and telling you that you don’t need to thank him for doing the bare minimum.
he had the to-go bags packed the day after you told him you were pregnant, he had everything you need and want in yours, and completely overpacked the baby’s to-go bag because he couldn’t sleep the night you told him.
the moment you go into labour, he’s got the car ready to go and he’s calling nick and matt as soon as you’ve been checked into the hospital.
while you’re waiting until you’re fully dilated, he’s getting you ice, wiping your forehead, holding your hand, he’s very doting while you’re sitting there waiting to give birth because he feels bad that you’re in pain because he did that to you.
the second he hears grayson’s first cries, he’s got tears streaming down his face. once you and grayson are cleaned up and decently rested, he’s running out to the waiting room and collapses in his brothers’ arms saying “we’ve got a healthy baby boy.”
he refuses to wear a shirt when holding grayson, he’s a full believer in skin to skin contact being an important bonding factor.
he’s so helpful, he refuses to be one of those dads that don’t get up when the baby cries and he’s doing a lot of the midnight feedings if you’re not breastfeeding.
if you are breastfeeding, he’s doing everything he can to make you comfortable and he’s always going to grab grayson from the bassinet at the foot of your bed.
he feels so heartbroken when grayson is teething.
he is so interested in the types of foods that grayson is trying out when he is weaned off milk.
he gets his brothers to do a baby food challenge on their channel and it’s one of the only times that grayson is featured on the channel because he loves his uncles and they make him laugh.
grayson has you, chris, nick, and matt completely wrapped around his finger. he gets whatever he wants from all of you because he is the first baby out of the group and everyone spoils him.
he grows up with the coolest family, he’s always sporting some sort of merch from his parents’ and uncles fav artists to sturniolo merch and flesh love that the triplets created as the announcement of chris being a father.
all in all, chris’ baby would be so incredibly loved, spoiled, well mannered, respectful, and all around the coolest baby in the fucking world.
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ANOTHER JAMES POTTER THOUGHT LMAOOO. k. so. hear me out. fake dating!James potter. sirius brings it up, the idea of you and James fake dating, cus youre all nervous about going to a family event cus it'll just be more comments about your lack of love life constantly. so sirius mentions that maybe you should just bring someone and say that theyre ur bf; it'd be easier AND you wouldnt be alone, muddling your way through awkward social conversations and such. remus, surprisingly, agrees with sirius when you laugh at the idea. ever the empath, he softly explains how it could be a great idea for you, and it'd solve a few issues at the same time. James doesnt really say anything till sirius suggests you bring him as your fake boyfriend, and James is immediately lighting up like "im your boyfriend??? yeah??" and he just.. cannot be told, no matter how many times you stress that he'd be a fake boyfriend, he just repeats that hes your boyfriiiieeeennnddd though. plain and simple.
he definitely takes his role seriously. makes excuses like, "we have to practice kissing, id kiss you ALOT as your boyfriend, yknow. and I dont want you to freeze up if I kiss you for the first time and you dont know how to react. we MUST practice." also holdsur hand all the time now and hes shameless about it - "but lovely, im ur boyfriend im meant to hold ur hand, cmonnn". even gets jealous like a real boyfriend would now (not that he didn't before, but now he lets it show).
at the event, also has a habit of stealing you away and keeping up the boyfriend role, im saying he lays it on THICK, doesnt matter if no one else can see it or is paying attention. im talking touchy, he probably nuzzles his face down into yours alot,constant love sick expression on his face. its gets so bad that even ur brother is like "wow, didn't realise youd get an actual boyfriend. like, what blackmail do u have on him?? did you finally submit to the devil and curse him or smthn cus Jesus fucking christ sis look at him, hes mooning over you from across the room. seems like an alright bloke though. maybe."
can imagine that hes touchy and sweet and etcetcetc but also. after ur little event is done, he stops joking and pretending, bends down to you and "so can I be your boyfriend now. pleeeaase?? ur auntie even said that I must be a lovely young man.. you think im a lovely young man too, right? so I can be ur boyfriend?? ]: please?"
FAKE DATING JAMES IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE TROPES WITH HIM!!!!!!!!! BECAUSE BECAUSE BECAUSE he'd want to 'sell it' just like you mentioned, and he'd plan these insane grandiose gestures that have you melting for real and then you sneak off to a private area and he's giggling like they totally bought it!! and ur weak in the knees like yEah they did!!
you stress so many times to him that he's your fake boyfriend. fake. FAKE. but he absolutely refuses to say that, he calls it method acting. he's gotta get in character, he can't tell himself it's fake all the time or it'll seem fake!
no bc even before you get to your parents house he's like okay so let's practice our kisses. we're gonna need casual cheek kisses, the 'i-don't-want-to-make-a-scene kiss', the 'we-think-we're-alone' kiss, the forehead kiss, the hand kiss, the air kiss- and he's rambling on about all the ways he's gonna smooch you up and your cheeks are on fire.
the days leading up to the event he does practice! whenever you walk out of a room he grabs your hand and tugs you down to kiss your cheek, he makes you kiss him goodnight every night before bed, he even insists that you give it all you've got when no one else is around so that you get comfortable being passionate with him.
he greets your mom like the perfect gentleman, bringing her a bouquet and offering to help with dinner. but when she politely declines the help he sits on the floor at your feet while you're on the couch, spreads ur knees so that he can sit between your calves, and hangs out with the kiddos on the floor. he's their big jungle gym, constantly has children crawling all over him, and they definitely ask him scandalized questions like 'you KISS her?!?!?!' and then he gets this big shit-eating grin on his face and leans up to lay a big fat wet juicy smooch on your lips and they all chorus 'ewww!' and run off to giggle about it somewhere else. it leaves james with no more playmates, so he hoists himself up onto the couch and wraps an arm around you, proceeding to be sickeningly sweet and domestic and cute. definitely a nuzzler, ur so right <33333
YES THE TEASING FROM EVERYONE ELSE SKGNG ur grandma is like 'i'm glad you found a good man before i die' and ur auntie is like 'does he have an older brother??' everyone is enamored by this loverboy you've brought home, and he plays the part so well that no one ever realizes it was fake.
which is good, because it isn't for long. he definitely begs for you to give him a chance at being your real boyfriend, but you don't bother even giving him the chance, you just tell him you already know he'll be a fantastic real boyfriend because he went so above and beyond when it was only supposed to be fake :') ur so far gone for him and it's the best night of his life, i guarantee it :')
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another daddy!gyu ask for you bestie!
it's also one of your fantasies to be fucked by daddy!gyu in your mom's bathroom. right after your mom left mingyu in her room and you immediately went to daddy!gyu and pulled him inside you're mom's shower. he's already pounding you against the bathroom walls and already in your second orgasm with mingyu's cum inside you. when you two heard the door in her room opened, making migyu stop his thrusting and delaying your orgasm. hearing the showers is on, your mom just told gyu she just forget something and will leave already thinking that it's just gyu inside her bathroom taking a bath not knowing that he's fucking her lovely daughter inside.
-🌷
bestie you have no idea how much ily for this 🥵
so u wait all of ten seconds after u hear the front door slam to pull daddy!gyu into the bathroom and get him in the shower. you feel like you’re in heaven from the feeling of the heat from the hot water hitting you while gyu’s thick cock splits you open. one of ur legs is thrown over his hip which helps him slide deeper inside you. it feels like your mind is foggy, and the pleasure u feel is intensified when gyu starts to rub your slippery cunt with his thumb.
it’s almost embarrassing how fast he gets you to come, but you don’t care. you love mingyu and his monster cock. he just fucks you too good every time.
“want your cum, daddy!” you whine through your moans as mingyu starts to suck on your hardened nipples.
his sharp canines gently pull and tug on your taut buds bc it gets ur warm cunt to tighten so much that his throbbing dick almost has a hard time moving. gyu moans against your tit when he feels his orgasm tear through him at the same time you coat his cock with your own release.
“look at the mess you’re making, baby.” mingyu groans as he fucks his cum deeper into ur sopping cunt. “so fucking filthy. my dirty little princess.”
you moan loudly when he starts to kiss and bite your neck, walls tightening on his aching cock at the lewd words. mingyu smirks against your neck when he feels ur pussy pulsing and getting wetter with every thrust. he knows your close again, and he lifts his head to capture ur lips in a passionate kiss. the coil in ur stomach is so close to snapping, but ur both yanked out of your bliss when you hear your mom’s bedroom door.
“i forgot my laptop.” she calls when she realizes mingyu is taking a shower. “you haven’t seen it have you?”
honestly, you care more that mingyu’s thrusts have stopped than you do abt ur mom potentially catching you. now, his head is turned toward the door because he noticed neither of you locked it. perversely, the thought of his fiancé walking into her bathroom to find him in her shower with his cock shoved in her cute daughter turns him on to no end.
“check your vanity.”
you smirk when you feel gyu’s cock start to throb inside you. the thrill of getting caught excites you just as much, so you jump up and wrap your legs around his hips. you cunt becomes impossibly tight when mingyu easily catches you as if you weigh nothing. his strength turns you on more than anything, and it has you grinding down on his big cock roughly and desperately.
“fill me up again, daddy.” you moan quietly into his ear. “stuff me full of your cum and breed me.”
mingyu lets out a low groan, hands sliding down to your ass to squeeze and knead it before he starts to guide you up and down his hard, aching cock. his hips are moving savagely now, an erotic wet slapping sound filling the bathroom.
“shit, baby. you so desperate for daddy’s cum that you don’t care if your mom comes in here and sees how bad you want me to fill you up?”
you shake your head, mind only focusing on how his big cock is splitting you open and hitting you deeper at this new angle. “fuck no. i won’t stop until i milk your pretty cock dry.”
truthfully, the steam and water seem cold compared to how hot your tight cunt feels. mingyu’s pace gets harder and faster, eager to feel u come on his dick again.
“i found it!” your mom calls, finally. “i’ll be back at five! love you!”
it gives you a satisfying thrill when gyu doesn’t say it back because his hot face is shoved between your bouncing tits, completely focusing on filling you up like you asked.
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OK what about Robin pining after you, like she is down BAD, and you love her back of course so you surprise her by confessing your feelings first over the holidays or idk maybe she tries to confess first! There are confessions and pining and dumb butts in love!
Omg yes! Thank you for requesting my favorite lesbian!
Robin Buckley x Reader
' Beautiful '
Robin thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world. She thought you were beautiful with your hair down and curled, she thought you were beautiful with it in a messy bun. She didn't care, you were gorgeous no matter what.
Hell, she even found you hot in sweatpants and a family video vest. On those lazy days that Keith made you come in, on days you had off, you wore sweats, messy bun, and your stupid green vest. Robin thought you were the most beautiful girl ever.
She watched as you come in with your hair in a messy bun and jeans. She couldn't help but stare. You were beautiful. She tried not to stare but Steve would nudge her far to much for it.
You made her knees weak. The way you were just absolutely beautiful without even trying. It drove her wild. How could someone be so normal yet so special at the exact same time?
She saw you almost every day yet every time her breath was taken away almost like you were Marilyn Monroe.
She was in love with you. Everything about you she loved. The way you laughed at her jokes and the way you stacked tapes. She loved you.
Little did she know you loved her to.
You loved the way she smiled. Her smile was the best, her eyes would slightly crease due to the big grin.
It was beautiful.
You loved every little detail about her. The way she moved to the way she would roll her eyes and insult steve. Their banter always made you smile.
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Robin watched as you came into family video that day. You were pissed, it was fucking Christmas Eve. Keith had made you come in due to the fact that he had the flu.
Robin also just happened to have been working that day. Steve definitely didn't catch on to the pining and soon found it unbearable, so he had called and told Keith to call in sick. And that he had to ask both you and Robin to work.
You were in a Christmas sweater your mom had bought you and a pair of flats jeans. Your hair was tossed carelessly into a pony tail. Robin couldn't keep her eyes off you.
What Robin didn't see was that everytime she looked away you were looking at her. Both of your glances times so perfect that the other never saw them.
You couldn't stop staring at how Robin looked. Her hair was tossed in a bun, a Christmas sweater adorned her figure, and some old jeans. She was fucking beautiful.
You had just looked away but had to glance back, your eyes locked with robins. You both stood frozen. Both of you had been caught blatantly staring at the other.
"I, you looked really beautiful," Robin blurts and you blush. Robins cheeks turn a deep crimson, she had been caught. The months of secretly wishing it was you who loved Robin, we're over.
"You to, " you reply. Robins blush turns a whole nother shade of red. You didn't think it was even possible to be that red. Little did you know Robin was thinking the same about you.
"How long have you been staring?" Robin asked nervously. Maybe you had been staring for longer, or long enough to not make her look like a creep.
"Ever since that summer we worked with Steve at scoops ahoy," you reply. You must of sounded like a creep. That was almost a year ago.
"That's not bad, I started staring at you fall of '84. You were new to Mrs. Clicks class, I couldn't keep my eyes on the board," Robin vents to you.
You weren't the only one. You had noticed Robin a lot more at school after the summer of '85. She was beautiful. Her personality was like sunshine on a cold day.
"So, I'll pick you up at seven?" You ask, "If that's okay." You nervously pick at the sleeve of you ur sweater.
This could go very right. Or very wrong.
"Pick me up at seven," Robin said beaming. The party would understand that you both had to cancel. They would live.
"See you then beautiful," you say and walk to the store room. She waves to you and you wave back.
You had a date with your dream girl. Robin had a date with her dream girl.
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oh my god welcome to your ldr phase i (unfortunately) discovered her at like 14 and she changed my brain chemistry forever. what's ur fave song of her's at the moment?
GABI HI!
oh my god. mariner's apt complex. it.... affects me. in ways i didn't know i could be affected. YOU'RE LOST AT SEA, THEN I'LL COMMAND YOUR BOAT TO ME AGAIN??? hey what if i cried?
but also... your mom called i told her you're fucking up big time?? iconic.
i love joking with my best friend bc i turned her into a swiftie and THIS IS HOW SHE REPAYS ME!!! WITH AN LDR PHASE!!! it only makes sense that i should join tumblr and subsequently become obsessed.
#don't look too far right where you are that's where i ammmm#i'm your man 😎#ldr#embracing the misery#reg checks the mailbox
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ive been taking up the dashboard lately so please!! has anything specific about jesse and aj or mer been on ur mind recently??
I feel like I spend so much time talking about Jesse and AJ so I'm gonna make this a certified Meriwa & AJ-centric post!
Mer is a good relative. Not necessarily a conventionally good PARENT, but you could also argue the same for Jesse. The situation w/ these three is so nuanced but that's besides the point lmao. She curses a lot and thinks her omelets are better than Jesse's. She also thinks it's not a crime to put cheese and bacon into a pancake, they can be savory too "if you open your tiny mind". She hates the PTA moms of Skagway. She's thinking of going back to school. She's so good at being Jesse's friend and so annoyed abt that. She proclaims she's straight edge but gets scolded by AJ for smoking cigarettes. She has a strained relationship with her youngest sister and a relationship she's greatly missing with her oldest sister, who died not long before AJ was born. She loves her little sister Amlliq (pronounced um-sh-k; most just call her Billie) despite their struggles, because family is family. That, family being family, is a little part of the reason she comes back AJ's freshman year of high school.
I've talked a bit about her return but I can't emphasize enough just how much of a catalyst it was for things to start falling like dominoes for AJ. Jesse very gently and very carefully makes him aware of her presence in town, and makes it very clear that he does NOT have to meet her, he has NO obligation to invite her into his life at this point, and whatever AJ needs of him, he'll be right there. AJ is just like ty I appreciate all of that, I don't really wanna meet her but I think I need to hear what she has to say anyway and then decide. He appreciates just how honest she is about why she gave him up, why she's here now, if it's just because it seems "easier" now that he's older. She's basically just like listen I was in my early 20's, I had a lot going on, I still gave your dad a choice, I didn't even know I was pregnant until I went into labor. And AJ's like um okay PAUSE on that last one lmaooo. At the end of it Mer is like "I wouldn't hold it against you if you told me to fuck off. Just figured I'd try reaching out and see if you're open to building some sort of... something."
He doesn't at first, but once things fall apart with Jesse he starts spending a lot of time around her-- in the grand scheme, knowing what he knows, she suddenly becomes the lesser of two evils lol. He does end up enjoying their time together, she's functionally a cool big sister at this early stage of their relationship.
She knows, by the way. Meriwa's known about Jesse for a good long while and it's the other reason she decides to come back. That part gnaws at her; she knows he'd been troubled, but not much more than that. Her continued inaction the longer she knew about this without checking on AJ led to a growing guilt, which kind of paralyzed her further into not checking in, and so the cycle went for several years. Mer's well aware she herself is not perfect, and she has a brain, so the nuance of the Heisenberg chronicles was not lost on her. And then actually meeting AJ, seeing how he turned out, how he and Jesse interact... it was very relieving. At the same time, she doesn't question or judge when AJ needs that space from Jesse to come to grips with everything.
I feel I've already piled on a LOT of information but I wanna touch briefly on their first mother-son trip that I've mentioned before as well!! Summer before sophomore year she bring him to Fairbanks to meet the rest of her family. He has a lot of cool aunts and uncles and cousins, there're two cousins in particular around his age and he really enjoys getting to know them. His family is so big now!! And frankly he needs it, sad as the reality of it is he needs that breathing room from Jesse; the two need time to repair separately before they can come back together. He feels great warmth at having more family to be a part of, but throughout the trip starts to feel dejected and a little jealous over how doting, affectionate, and playful an aunt Meriwa can be to her youngest nieces and nephews. The pendulum of AJ's grandfather clock of angst is never not in motion and it's just frequently swinging back and forth between these two forces in his life: one that used to represent stability but now belies unrest; and one that used to represent the opposite but now hold the promise of something more permanent, but that scares him!! And with his state of disillusionment he's convinced it'll all fall apart at any second.
One day I'll talk more abt the dynamic btwn Jesse, AJ's godmother Delilah, and Meriwa, but that's a whole can of worms loll and would also mean I need to actually Talk abt Delilah, bc I never do for some reason but she's SO important in the AJ Lore
Some lightning round fun facts to tie this up:
She's had a passing interest in journalism and so that's what she's thinking of majoring in when she goes back to school-- Jesse always says WHEN not IF bc he fully believes Mer can do it and she'll absolutely kill it
She's closest with her uncle and her mother :')
AJ and Mer bond over their love for Brand New Eyes by Paramore but disagree on whether Danger Days is MCR's best album
Her pancakes are stellar, both of the sweet and savory variety, but she'll only make chocolate chip pancakes for the former. She refuses to get cc pancakes from diners bc they never put it in the batter and you can't just slather it on top what's even the point--
Mer doesn't put a label on it but she's bisexual, and is definitely sure Jesse is too. She'll lean over to AJ sometimes and be like, "Does he know..?" and AJ's like "Not a clue"
Have a silly aj & mer doodle!!
#mutuals#ask#kylejsugarman#alaska crew#oc aj#oc meriwa#finally got around to this ask JDFSKJHKSD ty for your patience
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In Poland the Easter Monday is the Wet Monday cause there’s a tradition that people pour water on one another. Now it’s not that big as it was back in the day where whole neighbourhood or countryside would take part in it. You know when someone was walking to church or generally outside mostly young people would wet you with water. My mum told me she got whole buckets of water poured over her (and there were of course superstitions tied to it. That if a lady wasn’t wet by the end of the day she wouldn’t find herself a husband and things like that). Now it’s more of a symbolic act. You drizzle a bit of water on members of your family, we do it for tradition and it stuck with the wishes (cause we wish wet Wet Monday)
oh my god. thats fucking insane 😭😭 i love that sm but i’d be pissed if i got drenched w buckets of water like ur mom. i probably wouldn’t leave my house
the only think i have close to this is one time there was a senior prank at my school where the seniors showed up before school to the student parking lots with BUCKETS of water balloons and pelted the underclassmen w water balloons as they got out of their cars and when into school. eventually students were calling saying they weren’t getting out of their cars bc they were surrounded by seniors w water balloons and they didn’t want to get soaked. shenanigans were ended.
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Honestly, I love all of your Kagepro nextgen hcs! They are sooo sweet💖
Also, you said that Ayano and Shintaro would adopt 3 kids before having Ayame. I’m really excited to learn more about them. What are their names and personalities, their relationship with their parents, each other and the whole dan, their reaction when Ayame is born, ect. Sorry if its too much, but your fankids are great and I really enjoy reading your Kagepro ramblings
THANK UUU FOR LIKING MY CRINGY FANKIDS LOLLLL
this is really sweet but i am afraid i have not. gone that far ahead. i dont rly have answers for any of this. mostly cuz.... i designed ayame and konoha bc as bio kids i get to like grab things from the canon characters to design them yknow and that was the fun of it to me (even if ayame truly looks just like ayano but thats the thing hehe i wanted to give her a sweet face but somehow she's frowning most of the time which makes ppl be like omg youd be cuter if you smiled more!!)
erm erm erm i mean i did think some stuff like age differences and dynamics and stuff... but id be lying if i said i have any proper ocs thought out lol. mostly i have thoughts abt the first kid because in my insane sick brain i have a whole shinaya arc written. while ayano is adopting this kid I DONT EVEN HAVE A NAME FOR is when she gets back together with shintaro and shintaro goes through this process of oh my god i got ayano back after all these years and OH MY FUCKING GOD I HAVE TO BE A DAD NOW because its like. this was ayanos choice BEFORE shintaro and she probably does an ultimatum like lol i wanna be with u too but...this is gonna be my reality like im planning to be a mom and if u dont want to be along for this i totally understand. but shintaro steps up💪💪💪 at first its probably like i dont plan to parent ayano's kid we're just... taking things easy but its difficult not to immediately fall in a family dynamic as soon as it starts. i think shintaro doesnt realise he's a dad til the kid asks him if he can call him dad and then he flatscreens. also i think its a very quiet kid so sometimes he has this sorta kinship with him that he doesnt with ayano bc shes just so ALL IN UR FACE yknow. thats all just shinaya thoughts tho
ok he is adopted at around 6 or 7 years old, and ayame is born like *quick math in my head trying to remember my little insane timeline i wrote in my post* 3 years later. so they have a big age difference. in my doodles i picture ayame around 11 or 12, so by that age this big brother of hers would be in college or something. she completely idolizes him and thinks of him as this unapproachable coolest guy ever especially cuz he's so much older. but for the other 2 id be lying if i told u i even imagined genders or something LOL like designing this would be leaving fankid territory and enter Proper Oc area sort of you know what i mean. i think theyre a little closer to ayame though and theyre little rascals and have a very tiny mekatrio pranking mode sort of thing.
but... the other 2 would have a big age difference too. they were all adopted as like... from 6 to 10 years old ig and ayame yknow. shes baby. with this i wanted it to be like... ayame's thing is supposed to be that she is The Little Sister. like how ayano was the big sister. GET IT.. DO U GET IT... so thats sorta my thought process. i think her big siblings think the world of her and they celebrate her so much when she's born!!! her dynamic with konoha is silly bc she has so many siblings and he's an only kid and they clash a lot bc of it lol. sorry. i cant answer ur questions properly but thank u for giving me an excuse to go a lil insane
#THANKS FOR ASKING ME THIS IS RLY SWEET#SORRY I CANT ANSWER EVERYTHING U ASK THOUGH#KAGEKIDS#ASK TAG
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your mom called, I told her ur fucking up big time
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Chapter 1
Heyyyy thanks for reading this if ur here from my tik tok :)) I took a part from the middle of this story and posted it so its not gonna get that intense immediately and the first chapter is a bit of a slow burn but it gives some important exposition :)
“Will I see you again?” I asked. He looked at me and sighed.
“Honestly dude, you’re really cool and all but I really owe it to her to work things out. We can still be friends though,” If I’ve heard that once, I’ve heard it a million times. It’s incredibly common that a guy will have such a horrible breakup that he realizes he’s actually attracted to guys, go on Grindr and have a hookup, and then get scared and run away when they realize they actually liked it. I’ve gotten used to it at this point.
“Well, when that doesn’t work and you wanna link again,” I got out of the car and leaned on the door. “You know how to find me,” I said before closing the door behind me.
When I walked into the house, I was greeted by the sweet smell of Quentin’s mother’s favorite Italian meal, spaghetti. His mom was so happy when I moved in because she finally had another person in the house who liked spaghetti, justifying her to make it more. I couldn’t help but smile thinking about it.
“Ty? Is that you?” Q’s mom called from the kitchen.
“Yeah it’s me!”
“Oh good, you’re just in time!” She walked into the foyer to greet me with a hug. “Go grab Q and Avery, I just finished dinner.”
“Got it, be right back,”
“You reek of weed by the way!” She called after me. I laughed as I ran up their beautiful spiral staircase. It was surprising she could even pick that out because it smelled like a fucking dispensary upstairs. I looked at all the family pictures on the wall as I walked towards the bedrooms. Pictures of Q and Avery as they grew up filled up the frames, along with family pets they’ve had, cousins, and recently they’ve added me into the family photos.
“Hey Aves, dinner’s ready,” I knocked on the door to Avery’s room before I opened it.
“Ty!” She squealed and ran up to hug me. God I loved that kid. I picked her up in the air and spun her around in a circle. Her laugh was so sweet, I’d do just about anything to hear it. I threw her up in the air and caught her again, making exaggerated grunting noises so she’d think she was getting to big for me to pick up anymore, but she wasn’t.
“How was school, kiddo?”
“Good.” She stated matter-of-factly. “Did you know that the pilgrims and the Indians weren’t actually friends and that the pilgrims actually stole the land from the Native Americans?” I guess they’re correcting the curriculum earlier these days.
“I did know that. Did you know that you were actually a leprechaun when you were born, but your brother and I did some special magic trick to turn you into a little girl?” Avery was almost at the age where you couldn’t fuck with her anymore because she’d see right through it, but she was still just a little bit too naïve.
“No way! Mom has pictures of me when I was a little baby!” She protested.
“Yeah well mom actually stole those pictures off the Internet,”
“Did not!”
“She totally did! I’ll ask Q right now,” I knocked on his door. “Ayo Q, didn’t we help mom find those pictures online so that we’d have baby pictures of Avery? After we turned her into a little girl?” I heard him snicker through the door and a few moments later, out in the hall he was.
“Oh yeah, mom had us go on a hunt to make sure it was completely untraceable and you’d never know unless you were told.” He concurred, glancing over at me humorously.
“Well why didn’t mom tell me?” Avery paused and crossed her arms. That’s the thing about her, all you had to do was double down and she’d believe you eventually.
“Because Aves, she doesn’t want you to know. She was gonna wait until you were older but I think you’re big enough to handle it now. You don’t remember being a leprechaun?”
“No I don’t because I wasn’t a leprechaun!” She yelled and ran towards the stairs.
“Where do you come up with these stories?” Q asked and walked back into his room, motioning for me to follow. He grabbed his bowl and sat on the bed.
“Oh dude I just straight up make them up on the spot. No thought process,” I sat next to him and leaned back onto the bed. I heard the spark of his lighter and the smell of freshly lit weed hit my nose. I couldn’t help but smile then too.
“Here go,” He said holding his breath and handing me the bowl, before coughing out the smoke from his lungs. I accepted the bowl, sat back up, and grabbed the lighter from his lap.
“How’d it go?” I shrugged while packing the weed tighter into the bowl.
“He said he owed it to some girl to work things out,” I put the bowl to my mouth and lit it. I hadn’t smoked all day so this hit was going to be amazing. I handed the bowl back to Q and laid back down while exhaling.
“Oh so he’s scared of being gay,” He said, standing up and placed the bowl back on his nightstand. I reached out my hand and he grabbed it and pulled me off the bed onto my feet.
“Yeah basically,”
“Quentin, Ty! Come on dinner’s gonna get cold!” Q’s mom yelled.
“We’re right here, mom.” Q laughed and we sat down at the dinner table.
“Well you were taking forever and I was in the kitchen,” She placed our plates in front of Q, Avery, and I and sat down. “Dad’s busy at work tonight so he’s not gonna be joining us but he won’t be home too late. And speaking of fathers, Ty I spoke to your dad and he is still refusing to give up his rights. He swears up and down that when he gets out of rehab he’s gonna try to fix everything.” Oh I’m sure he does swear that. Just like he swore that the past 4 times he went to rehab.
“Oh, yeah like I’ve never heard that one before.”
“That’s what I told him and I got my head bit off for it. But I promise you honey, we’re not gonna stop fighting for you. We’re still your legal guardians, and we absolutely will adopt you. John’s been talking to his lawyer friend and we are gonna take this to court.” I wish my mother could have met Q’s mother. I really think they would’ve been friends. Sometimes I like to think that I became friends with Q after my mom died because she knew his family would love me and take care of me, and she knew that’s what I needed.
“Thanks mom. I appreciate that,” We spent the next hour talking about our days. Avery retold her Thanksgiving story again, and Q and I defended that we do our homework and that our teachers just don’t put the grades in when we and his mom both know it’s not true. Having dinner with Q’s family was always my favorite part of my day.
We helped his mom clean up the dining room and the kitchen when we finished the fire ass spaghetti that she made, and headed back to our room that Q and I share. When I first moved in, we had originally slept in the same bed but after a while of two teenage boys sleeping in a twin size bed, it just didn’t work anymore so his mom got me my own bed. I walked over to said bed, and immediately fell onto it.
Under my pillow was a small stash of pills that I had collected from my friends’ houses. Not enough for them to ever notice it were missing, just one pill here and there from different bottles. I quietly grabbed it and pulled out one of the pills, which I assumed to be Percocet. I looked around to make sure Q wasn’t paying attention to me, and I popped it in my mouth and swallowed.
In a dissociative state waiting for the pill to kick in, I stared at my ceiling. I watched the swirls of the popcorn ceiling dance in my peripherals and I felt the walls breathe with me. I was pulled out of this state, however, when I got a phone call.
“Hey Mitch,”
“You doing anything tonight?” He asked, which meant he wanted me to come over and hookup with him.
“I just got home from hanging out with someone so I don’t think you really wanna deal with all that,”
“Fuck dude my parents left for the night. I wanted to see you,”
“Well it’s not like they don’t leave like once a week. And did you wanna see me? Or did you wanna see this ass?”
“Hey we do share a bedroom, dude!” Q complained from across the room, and I threw one of my pillows at him.
“What if I wanted to see both?” He cooed. Cringe. He and I both know he just wants to get off but I enjoy his company so I usually do stay with him. It’s just I don’t wanna clean myself all up again tonight.
“You’ll see me at school tomorrow. Maybe we can work something out there. I gotta go though, before Q vomits over there,” I joked and my consequence was that, was the pillow from earlier thrown back at my face. Well played, Q. Mitch and I chatted for a couple more minutes before actually hanging up.
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you come home drunk and both your siblings Harry and Gemma are home watching a movie
Ur mom Anne is asleep and you snuckrf out to a party and got drunk maybe, and you come and when Harry is like “YN? What r u doing?” And the first thing u say is “I’m not drunk” and just start rambling stuff
sibling!harry isn’t talked about often enough so here we go;
(this turned sad pretty quickly fyi….)
You were flat out drunk.
Pissed. Wankered. Plastered. Hammered. The whole combination of all of them together.
If someone were to ask you to spell your name you would reply with a bunch of letters that didn’t even exist in yours and you knew this because it had just happened.
“You’re so drunk.” Your best friend Hannah giggled, but their was a tone of concern behind her voice. She knew that you were a lightweight, but didn’t keep tabs on you the whole night to keep track of how many drinks you’d had. Turns out, too late, too many.
“No, i’m Y/N dummy!” Your words slurred as you stumbled over on the grass outside of the party you’d just been at.
It had been your good friends Will’s birthday party and it was all very exciting because it was the first big house party for people your age - in your school. Will’s house was massive, too, and it was the talk of the town. Unfortunately your stupid, annoying, over-protective older brother had told you no when you’d asked him if you could go. You’d gone to your mum first, the lovely Anne, and she’d said maybe, but once Harry had twisted his way into her head to describe everything the party wouldn’t be she’d said no.
Luckily for you, your bedroom window was right next to a huge tree - one that you could easily climb onto, up and down. So that’s what you’d done.
As soon as you’d arrived at Will’s you had a drink in your hand. Then another, and another and so on until the point you were at now - wasted. You had originally drunk so much out of spite of Harry, but you ended up trying to the point where you honestly didn’t even notice you were drinking alcohol.
“Y/N get up, c’mon. I need to get you home.” Hannah sighed, looking around to see if anyone was around to help.
“Noooo! Harry will be there and he’ll shout at me.”
“Why? Harry’s nothing but lovely.” Hannah had a not-so-secret secret crush on your brother - as did the whole of your town. And the country. And the world. It was hard living in the shadow of Harry Styles, but you did love him just not when he sucked the fun from the universe.
“That’s what everyone thinks.” You rolled your eyes and kept them shut, just wanting to go to sleep now and the grass seemed comfortable enough.
“You should be so lucky Y/N.” Hannah argued back.
“Sure doesn’t feel like it sometimes.”
“You’re so ungrateful, do you know that?” Hannah scoffed, clearly pissed off with your whining antics, “You know what? You can walk yourself home.”
And with that you were left to the front grass, confused as to what you’d done wrong to make her so pissed off so quickly. You thought you were just sharing feelings and having a heart-to-heart, but clearly Hannah found offence to your words. No doubt she was pissed off at you for being a bitch about Harry, but that’s just the way it was. He was your brother. Your famous older brother who adorned the hearts of billions. Sometimes that’s all you ever feel like - ‘the sister of Harry Styles’ - to the point where you just wanted freedom and release. Sure, this was not the healthiest way for release but it did make you forget who you were just for the day. You often felt misunderstood and it was times like this when you could feel a little better.
“Fuck.” You sighed, knowing you’d just pissed off someone else in your life. Now, you’d have to get yourself home and confront your even more pissed off brother, sister and potentially mother. That’s if they were even up. Or if they cared enough.
You’d always felt left behind.
It was no doubt unintentional, but you felt like you were the least cared about in the family. Harry was the golden angel and could do no wrong and Gemma was just a responsible queen, according to mum. You, well… You were the “irresponsible and reckless” one of the bunch according to most media outlets and even your family. Maybe it was true? You never saw yourself as those things, but you could see how the sneaking out and drinking - and at a young age - could be seen as.
You picked yourself up off the floor, stumbling as your head started spinning fast. You felt sick, tired and cold and you hadn’t noticed your nose runny and eyes teary until now. You tugged the sleeves of your long t-shirt down, silently wishing you’d brought a jacket, and pulled your phone out of your pocket.
No charge. Great.
The walk home didn’t take too long, but completely wasted did not make it easy. You bumped into people and got cat-called by hideous and vile men. You felt unsafe, but you kept yourself together and attempted to get home as quickly as possible.
“Fucking pull yourself together.” You talked to yourself as you stood at the bottom of the tree, climbing it the best you could with a cloudy mind. The branches scratched your arms and your legs felt so fatigued, but you were honestly too exhausted to care anymore.
As you clambered through your window the last thing you expected was to see Harry laying on your bed.
“What the fuck!” You screamed from shock at him being there, stumbling over your own legs and falling onto the floor. Harry sat up immediately.
“What do you mean what the fuck? Y/N? What the fuck?” He threw the question back in your face, throwing his arms up in despair.
“Oh please, save your judgement Harry. I don’t need it today.” You gathered yourself from the floor and walked into your en suite bathroom, after switching on the light.
“Where were you huh?” He didn’t cut his questions.
“Out.” You mumbled, throwing cold water over your red and puffy face. Your hands were freezing and your head pounding, so the last thing you needed was Harry yelling at you at how much of a disappointment you were.
“Are you drunk?” He walked into the bathroom, clearly not understanding the meaning of personal space. “Are yo- are you crying?”
“Doesn’t matter.” Tears started welling up in your eyes again.
“What doesn’t matter? Being drunk, you crying, getting home late, sneaking out?”
“None of it!” You snapped, looking at him with so much sadness. “None of it matters. I- I don’t matter.” You sank down on the cold tiled floor, resting your back against the wall opposite the bath. The tears fell and stung you eyes. You embraced your legs with your arms after pulling your knees up to your chest.
Your whole body language screamed to Harry that you were not okay and he was upset for you.
“Y/N..” Your name came out soft and fragile from Harry’s mouth.
“I’m fine.”
“No you’re not.” Harry sunk down against the wall next to you, not touching you but close enough for you to know he was there for you. He let you cry until you decided you were alone enough to let him comfort you. You brought your head up and let it rest on Harry’s shoulder, to which he responded by putting his head on top of yours.
“I’m just really tired Harry.” You whimpered, using your long sleeve to wipe your nose dry.
“Of what Y/N/N?”
“Being a nobody.”
“You’re not a nobo—”
“Harry I am—”
“No you’re not.” Harry ended the argument quickly, before continuing. “You’re not a nobody Y/N. You’re my sister and bestest friend in the whole world. I care and worry for you more than anyone. I love you more than anyone, just don’t tell Gem or mum that! I’ve never thought of you as anything but my favourite person and someone I can rely on for my happiness, and I apologise if i’ve taken that for granted recently.”
“It’s okay, thank you.”
“You’re my most important person and i’m sorry you’ve been feeling this way, but trust me, Y/N, when I say that drinking away your problems, and even rebelling, is not the way to make things better. It always makes it worse.” Harry spoke from personal experience.
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, I am too.” Harry sighed, kissing the side of your head. “Just worry about you too much to see that sometimes i’m holding you back.”
“I like that you worry about me, it makes me feel important.”
“That’s because you are. Most important person in my life.”
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Euphoria [4]
bad boy jungkook x librarian yn
Jungkook was used to getting what he wanted. He was handsome, disgustingly so, and he knew how to flirt his way in (and out of) danger. He lived for and with his brothers. He didn't know anything but his found family. Still, happening upon you was one of the best decisions he ever made.
Now... How to make you realize that your life was missing him as much as his had been missing you.
(angst / yandere / smut / gore / fluff)
Masterlist / i don’t have a tag list / find me on twitter / word count: 1.9k
author’s note: jimin’s pov lol. it’s kinda dark, so read at ur own caution! note the tags!
tw: trauma, suicide mention, (accidental) animal cruelty, drug use and abuse mention, obsession, assault, murder, rape implication, yandere behavior, stalking
Chapter 4 - ‘Observation’
- Jimin’s POV -
Jungkook is a creature of habit.
Nobody knows this as well as his two best friends.
Now, Taehyung would be fine leaving Jungkook to his devices. He would trust that Jungkook would have good enough discernment to not behave in a way that would draw unnecessary attention to their trio.
He never takes the girls he escorts up on their offers of free service, because he knows their bosses would break his fucking knuckles. He’s never late, and he doesn’t usually have to do more than growl at the Johns because he’s so big and they’re scared of him. The girls love him because he doesn’t talk to them nastily - he doesn’t really talk much at all. The one time he actually had to kick somebody’s ass, it was because the John hit one of the girls outside of the parameters of their arrangement. She came down with a busted lip and a ripped dress. He went up, broke his fingers and took her to AE.
The point is: he wouldn’t do anything that could potentially hurt their family. And, usually, he wouldn’t.
That behavior was reserved for the eldest of the three - Jimin. He was impulsive. He knows that. He’s working on it, alright? It’s just that things happen, and he loses his cool, and it just ends up that people, you know, end up hurt. He doesn’t deny his impulsivity - he doesn’t shuck responsibility for his actions. He just has an excuse.
And his excuse for being out of the house at six in the morning in the middle of winter?
YN.
Taehyung told him not to, he warned Jimin that he would get on Jungkook’s bad side, but he ignored his advice, because what the fuck does that even mean? Jungkook doesn’t have a bad side when it comes to Jimin. He loves him. He could never stay angry. So, he followed him. Of course he did. Why wouldn’t he, when Jungkook is his as much as he is Jungkook’s?
If Taehyung was in the same situation, he would have the same attitude. There were no secrets between them, so of course he was curious as to why the other man refused to come home.
Initially, he thought he was doing drugs. They dabbled, obviously. Coke, a little Molly, perc-30s sometimes when they wanted to really let loose. But the three men were adamant that they wouldn’t ever do anything harder. Jimin’s mom and Taehyung’s older brother were enough to completely put them off that. But, when Jimin watched Jungkook walk out of his family home, perfectly fine and seemingly healthy and obviously not on drugs, he was, understandably, confused.
Because why the fuck is he not at home, if he isn’t doing drugs?
His phone pings on the passenger seat and he shoots it a glance. Taehyung’s name flashes across the screen four times, indicating an incoming call, which is dropped on the other man’s side. He can almost feel the burning sensation in his thighs that is awaiting him when he gets back to their apartment. He shivers in anticipation. His phone vibrates once more with a curtly worded text.
Jimin, quit fucking around and answer the damn phone.
Jimin rolls his eyes at Taehyung’s fussy language. If you miss me, just say that, lover boy.
His phone pings barely a second later. Fuck you. Come home.
Tell me what’s going on with Koo and I will. Dickhead.
Although the three of them don’t have secrets, sometimes they keep things on the low for a while. This, apparently, is one of those times. Jimin is the one being kept out of the loop, so whatever it is is bad enough that it would warrant Jimin’s crazier side.
They ought to have known that would’ve only made him more intrigued.
Jimin throws his phone into the backseat, annoyed all over again, and turns his eyes back to the dreaded house on the hill that Jungkook had spent the first fifteen years of his miserable life. Jimin hated this house so fucking much. Its perfect white paint and pretty foliage in the front yard hid the true monstrous nature of the house. Jungkook had convinced himself that things weren’t that bad - that his mother’s disappearance wasn’t as traumatizing as it was, that his father wasn’t as abusive as he actually was, that his entire family tree wasn’t a grotesque amalgamation of emotional damage and physical violence.
He convinced himself that his mom is living some wonderful life in the Philippines, as if she wasn’t sold off to some touch-starved freak to pay off his dad’s company’s debts. He lies to himself about how badly his father ignored him, starving him of attention and love, because he liked to see his son in pain, because he was a reminder of how little control his dad had left over his life. How his nannies used to pinch and burn him with hot spoons and candles because they could get away with it. How the first time his dad ever showed him an ounce of attention was the day he found the dead rabbit under his bed.
Jungkook never likes to mention how he, himself, was the one to ring the poor thing’s neck.
He told them both that it was an accident, that he was trying to show it love, but his hands were too heavy and he didn’t know how to stop until it stopped moving.
It isn’t as if Jimin’s family was any less fucked up, but Jimin practices radical acceptance where Jungkook throws himself head-first into self-deception. It’s the only way he can live with himself. Taehyung likes to skirt the line between them both. He knows his faults, he’s painfully aware of them, but he doesn’t dwell on things he can’t change.
Of the three, Tae is the most psychologically sound. That doesn’t mean he isn’t bat-shit crazy, however.
Jimin watches Jungkook get into his car and take off down the street. Jungkook would have recognized Jimin’s car a mile off had he taken his own so he had borrowed a car from one of the guys he escorted with. It sounds extreme, but he knows Jungkook would do the same thing for him so isn’t this him showing how much he cares?
He follows the other man at a distance for nearly half an hour until they reach a library of all places. Jimin had heard that Jungkook was trying to study to go back to school and while that was admirable, it didn’t fit. Jungkook wasn’t the type to care about studies. He didn’t give a shit about classes or assignments, and they made more than enough money so it wasn’t like he was missing out of anything.
Jimin decides to go into the library to just see what it was that he was actually doing. If he saw him studying, he would leave him alone. He wouldn’t bother him.
He steps out of the car, shifting his hoodie over his head to hide hid tuft of ostentatiously bright pink hair and he ascends the stairs, nudging open the door as quietly as possible. He looks around and sees Jungkook off in the distance, facing the other way, so he doesn’t have to worry about being seen. He shuffles around the other way, pretending to scan the books on the other side of the library. He watches Jungkook through the cracks in the bookcase. He grabs the nearest book, not paying attention to the title and takes a seat, at a perfect angle to observe but not be seen.
Jungkook has his head down but he isn’t reading. He’s scrawling in his leather journal. The one he found in his Dad’s office when he was cleaning it out after his suicide. Jimin couldn’t see what it was that he was writing but he seemed intent and focused, only looking up to stare off in the distance and to return to the journal with renewed vigor. After a few times of him repeating the same action, looking up and then back down again to write more, Jimin became more intrigued. It didn’t feel like he was just thinking and absent-mindedly glancing around. It seemed as if he were looking at something.
Jimin angles his body a little to try and catch sight of whatever it was that had caught his friend’s attention, and when he sees it, his mouth falls open.
A girl.
She was dainty and small, with a cream blouse and a long denim skirt. She had glasses, but she was cute. Not pretty, or sexy, or stunning - just cute. She had her hair down in two braids, tied at the back of her neck in a bun, and she wore a delicate necklace dangling around her neck.
Jimin’s brow raises.
Was this what he was wasting his time doing?
No way, Jimin thinks. No fucking way.
For a girl? And one that’s not even especially pretty? Impossible!
But, the longer than Jimin watches him, he realizes that, actually, yes.
It was about her.
It was all about her.
The lost look in his eyes whenever she wasn’t paying attention to him and instead was scanning some books or tapping away on her computer desktop. The visible joy in his expression when they locked eyes, and the private little smile they shared. The way his body would straighten out whenever she would shoot a grin his way. The darkness that filled his eyes whenever her attention was directed at anyone else.
The longer he looked, the more it became clear as day.
He was infatuated with her. And Jimin knows this, because he knows what infatuation looks like.
He wears it like a fucking badge on his chest, and he knows how bad it can get.
He remembers the boys finding him, buck-ass naked in the middle of a high-rise apartment somewhere, high out of his mind because he got fixated on the wrong fucker who wouldn’t let him go.
One of his richer-than-God regulars decided to rent him out for a month and Jimin - emotional Jimin, sensitive Jimin, pathetic Jimin - believed him when he said he would take care of him and his brothers. It didn’t matter that he was only sixteen. It didn’t matter that he ended up doing things that still give him nightmares because he was in love. All that mattered was making his lover happy and keeping his brothers fed.
Of course, it all came crashing down when the guy got a little too fist-happy and beat Jimin within an inch of his life. Reality came swooping in and kicked the teenager in the teeth.
They got their own back, eventually. That’s reason the three of them are in the mess in the first place. The reason they are having to sell ass and push drugs to senseless college students.
They signed a contract and the mangled, toothless, bruised and broken body ended up disappearing.
Flashback to today, and the last thing that Jimin wanted was a repetition of that day.
So, as he stands and puts the book away, he promises to take care of the situation. He knows Jungkook would be angry with him, but what’s he gonna do? Hate him forever?
Jimin pauses for a moment at the doors, contemplating the potential, his brow furrowing.
Nah, he thinks and steps outside. Not possible.
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If your requests are open, could I request something with Jeff and his s/o basically adopting the legion as their kids please 🥺 thank you so much
God so WHOLESOME THANK YOU... also I'm writing this while waiting for a match why do I load in immediately as surv but the moment i wanna play killer it takes 300 years... just let me be Evan bhvr
ALSO FUCK THIS GOT SO LONG IM SO SORRY 😳😳
Jeff, His S/O and Their Four Teenage Ruffians
Jeff had told you that he'd met with the Legion prior to all... this. The fog, yknow? He told you about how he'd painted a big mural for them; how they gave him drinks, how... How he felt like he couldn't leave them alone up in that abandoned lodge after he'd finished their commission because it didn't feel right. So he told you he often checked up on them, and they always seemed so happy to see him. He told you it was like he'd suddenly adopted four kids that he'd occasionally bring snacks and cds for and make sure they were looking after themselves.
So now in the fog. His kids are a lot more vicious than he thought they were! But... That didn't mean he wasn't their dad anymore!
You met Jeff here, you started dating him here, and, well, with Jeff comes his misfit kids.
It takes them some time to view you as anything other than just another survivor, really. They have respect for Jeff but still kill him (although they have, occasionally, turned a blind eye to him in trials). So you? You worm you way into Susie's heart first. She doesn't trust you by any means, but her curiosity about what papa Jeff see's in you is too much to ignore. She begins to like you because you don't talk down to her. You don't treat her as the child of her group, as some people have done. She likes that you talk to her as an equal.
Doesn't mean she won't kill you though. But, at least she feels bad about it.
Joey's next. He trusts and respects Jeff, but he also sees how you are with Susie, and that's a bonus for him. He's more laid-back than the others, and he would have no qualms about approaching you when you're alone, sitting down beside you and gently asking some things. About what you did before all this, about how you and Jeff got together... He's really chill to talk to, and once you start conversing with him, he gets more at ease. Consider the first spontaneous meeting alone to be a test where he sizes you up and decides whether you can get closer to he and his family.
Susie talks about you all the time. She really warmed up to you and fast. Honestly Julie has gotten sick of hearing how nice you are and veing asked when you can come over.
Surprisingly? Frank's the one that follows suit with liking you. He starts teasing you every time he sees you, "ewwww, they liked Jeff,, ew... Old people love". Doesn't matter how old you are. You could be 18 and this man still calls you old just for being with Jeff. "ew are you two gonna fuck?? Gross"
But all that teasing is literally just because he's not very good at dealing with things, and he doesn't want to admit he likes you without making a fool of himself.
But you know he does like you because one time in the dead of night he came to you to ask you to bandage something for him and he was all like "BUT THIS IS ONLY BC UR THE LAST OPTION, I ASKED EVERYONE ELSE" but when you patch him up and send him on his way he says "thanks mom/dad" and then you see him go rigid and he's like "I-I-I MEAN... UH... FUCK YOU" and then runs away
Julie is the hardest kid to warm up to you. She always puts on a sour face when she sees you, and she actively distances herself. It's like. She doesn't need a parent. Doesn't want one. Says Jeff is more so "just some guy who painted our wall once" but everyone knows that's a lie. And when the other three start flocking to you, she feels very left out. She feels angry that you're taking her family from her. Stereotypical biological kid getting mad at a step parent for existing.
Julie accidentally let's her emotions flow in front of just you and Jeff. He says something trivial and she just blows up. "YEAH?? WELL ITS NOT LIKE I WANTED YOU TO BE MY DAD. BUT NOW YOU'RE IGNORING ME AND EVERYONE ELSE LOVES /THEM/ BUT I JUST KNOW THEY HATE ME"
And Jeff looks at you and looks at her and. "When did you assume they hated you?" And you can hear sniffles from behind her mask as she sadly/angrily kicks at the floor and, "Well it's obvious isn't it?? Why would they not"
Jeff looks you dead in the eye. "Sweetheart, do you hate Julie?"
"Absolutely not. Never have, never will."
And Julie looks up like ?????
And then Jeff laughs and it's very hearty and just... Good man...
Julie is now your aloof daughter than every now and then will give you a quick hug from behind, where you can feel her sigh and get all her emotions out, and then glare at you and power walk away.
You love your kids.
All six of you watching old VCRs on a beaten up TV in the lodge. Jeff and you snuggled up in the middle of the couch. Susie with her head on your lap. Joey sprawled out on the other side of Jeff with his legs dangling over the arm rest. Frank on the floor, hogging some really shitty popcorn. Julie sat on the back of the couch, closer to you than she ever thought she'd let herself. One happy, albeit dysfunctional family.
Joey seems to be taking after Jeff. Sometimes you and Jeff would just sit and draw or paint (or if you don't, you just vibe with him as he does). It was nice. And now sometimes, Joey gently asks if there's a space for him. It's so soft to see Jeff enthusing about his work while Joey eagerly listens. You like to watch them both lying on their stomachs on the floor, sketching. Jeff is teaching him all his tricks and Joey just eats it all up. Father son activity that you get to witness. And sometimes Joey will lift up his art and show you! If he has taken off his mask you'll see the absolute joy in his eyes.
Susie makes u a keyring I don't make the rules. Its made out of scrap and she had to get evan to help and when she presents it to you she is just SO HAPPY. The model daughter except she kills people on a daily basis
#dbd headcannons#jeff johansen#dbd jeff#dbd the legion#legion frank#legion susie#legion joey#legion julie#frank morrison#julie kostenko
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It's Delicate: Part II
Summary: Spencer Reid finds himself at a gas station at 2:00 am, thinking he’s only leaving with a cup of crappy coffee. But something taped to the door catches his eye. Spencer leaves the gas station with more than he intended: the chance at a friend, and maybe something more along the way.
Word Count: 3.6 k
Author’s Note: Here's the second part in It's Delicate, my first chapter fic. I've planned out kind of where I see this eventually going! Thank you to anyone who reads, likes, comments, and reblogs. It really means the world to me.
Content Warnings: Expletive language (3 uses), mentions of drug use, sexual innuendo
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It's Delicate
Sitting on the plane, Spencer looks out from the little window. For hours, there’s been nothing but corn fields and clouds. It’s eerily peaceful, being there high above the clouds. His whole life Spencer has felt this distance between him and everyone else, but nothing makes that feeling more prominent than being strapped in a glorified metal box 35,000 feet off the Earth’s surface. But the thing is, Spencer does need to be flying above the trees to feel lonely. He can do that with two feet on the ground.
Luke sits across Spencer, the table between them and a deck of playing cards are spread out across its surface. He has to nudge Spencer’s leg from under the table, trying to bring him back to reality as he stares out the window.
“Whatcha thinking,” Luke asks, Spencer has been noticing more and more that Luke is one of the few people that actually listens to him.
Spencer, whose mind is racing too fast to even formulate an articulate thought, attempts to dodge Luke’s question with a noncommittal shrug.
“Reid, these cases are hard for all of us, you gotta know that man,” Luke says, laying down a four of a kind.
Spencer narrows his eyes, shocked that it hasn’t clicked yet for the rest of the team. He cracks his neck, preparing to answer Luke.
“We almost locked up an innocent man, Alvez. I almost sent another man to the same fate as myself. What kind of fucked up message is that?” Spencer says, throwing down the cards on the table. He doesn’t wait for Luke to respond.
“I fold,”
Spencer walks off into the small kitchenette to make a cup of coffee. He doesn’t want to think about his increased reliance on coffee, because he knows it’s a hot cup of coffee or a cold needle of Dilaudid in his veins. Spencer checks his watch, it’s 10:17 pm, maybe too late to find a meeting at a church or rec center somewhere.
He sneaks a peak at his phone, which was still unfortunately on Airplane Mode, he hasn’t even gotten a chance to see if Y/N has responded. He doesn’t know much about her, just as much as she knows about him.
It’s a brave new world for Spencer and he’s knee deep into the unknown.
Spencer can feel Luke’s eyes on him. He just knows that the minute he gets home, a certain tech expert will be ringing him. He knows that it’s Luke’s way of caring, but for someone who’s been alone for so long, having people that actually care is almost drowning.
Walking back to his seat, Spencer hands Luke a coffee. He smiles slightly; it’s the awkward smile that he used to make when intimating police chiefs and idiot cops would look him up and down like he’s a TA. It’s a peace offering for Luke, who despite his tough looking exterior, is one of the kindest people Spencer knows.
“Look, Reid. I’m sorry that we didn’t put it together. It’s just that man that we caught, he’s not like you. He’s not innocent of crimes, he’s just innocent of this crime,” Luke says in an attempt to make Spencer feel a little bit better.
“The thing is Luke, I’m exactly like that man,”
Spencer returns to staring out the window. The cards and the coffee on the table are long ignored for the silence that is found when you’re high above the clouds.
--
Spencer hears Tara and Emily murmur quietly about going out for a round of drinks. Luke accepts, while JJ and Matt decline, eager to get home to their families. Emily looks over at Spencer, her eyes silently scanning him, his body language. Spencer knows that there’s nothing he can hide from Emily, so there’s no use in trying to pretend he’s alright when she can take one look at him and know that nothing is right.
“You guys have fun, I’m going to head home and get some sleep. I plan on visiting my mom tomorrow and mornings are usually better for her,” Spencer says, slinging his go bag around his shoulders and making the trek back to the security to check out.
He walks slowly, enjoying the sound of the crickets chirping as he trudges along. Spencer tries not to think about the man, Richard, who was almost locked up for a crime that he didn’t commit. Spencer is pretty sure that being the person to throw an innocent man in jail is worse than being the innocent man in jail.
Spencer’s phone buzzes loudly, disturbing the silence of his walk. He looks at the phone to see a couple of messages from Y/N. Spencer slides open the lock to his phone and hits the button to read her messages.
Y/N: Spencer...that has a nice ring to it. So tell me a little bit about yourself. Your big three, but as books. Go! 🌞🌙⬆️
Furrowing his brow, Spencer reads the message over again. He does not have a clue what “big three” means, but it seems like some sort of pop culture thing that he’s not skilled in. He wants to text Garcia for a translation, but he’s also not too keen on telling her how he came across Y/N’s number.
Y/N: I assume you’re working, but I'm kind of impatient so I’ll give you mine 🙃 I’m a Little Women sun, an Emma moon, and an In Cold Blood rising.
Y/N: Oh no….I hope my astrology didn’t turn you off
Y/N: Not that I was trying to turn you on
Y/N: omg Y/N please shut the fuck up
Astrology? Spencer isn’t one to judge, but he’s a scientist first and foremost. The idea that there is something written about him in the stars seems like ludicrous. He decided to ignore the other messages, particularly the ones with a little more than slight innuendo.
Spencer: Y/N- I’m sorry I just got out of work. As for my big three, I’m not sure about astrology. I don’t particularly believe in pseudoscience. But those are good choices. In Cold Blood is an excellent choice. Capote spent years researching the case. In fact his prose and technique inspired the entire “Nonfiction novel” genre. The world of journalism and true crime would not be where it is without Capote’s work.
Y/N: Oh my god. You are a total nerd. 🙀
That stops Spencer right in his tracks. He’s only a couple of yards away from the Volvo at this point, but somehow it feels a million miles away. You are a total nerd. The words replay in his mind as the small gray bubbles pop up again. Spencer can feel his heart constrict at Y/N’s words. It’s ridiculous, he’s nearly 34 and is getting upset that a stranger called him a nerd. Spencer unlocks his car and tosses his go bag, phone included onto the passenger seat.
After a couple of minutes his phone buzzes again. He’s half tempted to answer it, but the way his heart seems to beat faster tells him to ignore it.
Y/N: I fucking love it and I think you’ll love this too
Spencer’s entire demeanor changes as he reads the message. He’s always had difficulties reading emotion in writing, especially when he can’t analyze the handwriting. Sometimes, it’s even harder to judge inflection during conversations. Maybe that is why Spencer has spent all this time studying people, studying the way that their minds work. Before he can get too lost in his thoughts, another message pops up.
Y/N: Meet Capote and Second Cat
Y/N: They are the loves of my life
Spencer: They are very...distinguished looking. Capote is an excellent name choice then. Second Cat is also quite catchy.
Spencer hesitates before sending the message, he notices that Y/N uses what Garcia calls “emojis” quite frequently. He assumes that it’s some sort of “texting lingo” that expresses emotion in small graphics. Great, he thinks. He already has a difficult time deciphering Y/N’s cryptic wording and now he’s got to analyze these emojis.
Maybe he should profile her. He re-reads the message and settles on a “😄” because he figures that he can’t go wrong with offering Y/N a smile.
Spencer: I don’t have a cat, but when I was a kid I always wanted one, they’re quite good companions for those that live several different kinds of lifestyles. From active to sedentary, they are adaptable and independent. Honestly they are the perfect pet.
Y/N: Is this your way of telling you’re a crazy cat man? 😜 🙀
Spencer, still sitting in his car that’s parked in the parking lot, chuckles at Y/N’s response to his message. Maybe it’s just easier to ignore his rambling when it’s done through 1s and 0s and there isn’t a face to the words.
Spencer: I’m actually more of a fish guy
Y/N: Like a “I-like-to-go-fishing-and-post-picture-of-myself-kissing-my-catch-on-Tinder” kind of fish guy or...I can’t think of any other kind of fish men
Spencer, not totally understanding the obvious joke that Y/N is trying to make, settles on something that he hasn’t really ever tried: being himself.
Spencer: Not quite sure what a Tinder is, but I think fishing is terrifying and kissing a fish is something out of nightmares. But his name is Leo
Y/N: DiCaprio?
Spencer: Uhh, Tolstoy
Y/N: Good😉 ⚔️🕊️ 🇷🇺
Spencer glances at his clock on the control panel, it tells him that he’s been messaging with Y/N back and forth for nearly 22 minutes. He nearly forgot how tired he was.
Spencer: Y/N- I’m so sorry but, I just got to my car to drive home from work. I’ll text you tomorrow morning about the book club, maybe we can figure out some things.
Y/N: OMG Spencer!! you should have told me. I’ve been talking ur ear off. sleep well and yes please tomorrow we can talk about the book club
Y/N: Good night, Book Buddy 😴
Spencer wants to respond to Y/N, but he doesn’t know what to say. She seems to text so easily, and judging by that, she must be around Spencer’s age or a little bit younger. Besides JJ and Penelope, Spencer has never had a friend close to his age. It’s a strange new territory for him and he’s walking in head first into No Man’s Land.
He starts his Volvo, the check engine still lights but, reminding him once again to go get it fixed. Driving away from the parking lot, Spencer hands over his ID to Gina, the security guard. She checks his ID and gives him a tired smile. Spencer, as he drives home to his apartment, thinking about what books he and Y/N will read together. He wonders what kind of books are her favorite, if they have any authors that they can obsess over together, or if what she thinks a poet’s prose is.
The summer air rushing in through the window is nowhere as warm and as comforting as thought of Spencer finally having a friend that isn’t able to read the scars of his past in the text bubbles that pop up on her screen.
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When Spencer opens his eyes for the first time that morning, he isn’t sure where he is. Sometimes, before he can stop his thoughts from travelling there, Spencer thinks he’s still in jail. He hates the feeling of terror that rushes over him but he hates the idea of being vulnerable a little bit more. But the softness of his pillows and the coolness of his cotton sheets remind him that he’s not sleeping on a hard cot with only a layer of fabric over his body. The light streams in through the half closed blinds, and Spencer judges by how brightly the sun shines in, it must be around 9:45 am.
He supposes that he prefers the way the sun’s rays paint horizontal bars across his face more than the vertical bars that cast gray shadows over his cell at Milburn Penitentiary.
It’s a day off from work, so Spencer didn’t set an alarm, instead allowing his mind and his body to catch up on some much needed rest. The nightmares have been getting better, but his dreams are still haunted by the way that he hardly recognizes himself anymore. Deciding that it will be a day spent in pajamas, Spencer goes to his bookshelf in his bedroom to pick out a couple of novels to read while he drinks his morning coffee and defrosts some of Luke’s strawberry pastries.
Before heading out of his room, Spencer stops himself in the doorway. He replays the events of last night. He declined to go out with the rest of the team, while he walked to his car he thought about the crickets telling the temperature, and he read over Y/N’s messages.
Y/N.
He promised he’d text her back in the morning about their book club. Last night, she didn’t seem to mind Spencer’s long messages and awkward phrasing. He still doesn’t really know how this Book Buddy thing would work, but since he found Y/N’s number on the flyer, he can only assume that she knows what to do. He leaps on his bed, landing with thud on his belly, to grab his phone that charges on his nightstand.
Spencer settles at his kitchen table, a cup of steaming hot Dark Roast coffee in a Captain Spock mug in one hand and, surprisingly, his phone in the other. He scrolls through the messages from last night, Y/N’s cat and emojis tempt a smile to Spencer’s face.
Not entirely sure how to start the conversation again, Spencer looks around for inspiration until his eyes land on a certain fish tank in the corner of his apartment. He snaps a quick picture of Leo and attaches it to the message.
Spencer: Good Morning from Leo & Spencer
Spencer sets down his phone after a moment when he realizes that Y/N is probably not going to answer him back in a couple of seconds. He takes out a strawberry pastry from his freezer and puts it into the toaster oven on a non-stick baking sheet. His thumbs run across the texture of the book he started on the plane ride after his and Luke’s ill fated poker game. It's a thin book of collected essays on the meaning of life. Camus, to Spencer, is a little pessimistic with his droning on about the meaninglessness of life. Though Spence has seen the absolute worst that humanity has to offer, he still has to believe that there’s a deeper meaning behind it all.
His toaster oven rings, altering him so that his toasted strawberry pastry is cooked. He plates his breakfast and pours himself another cup of coffee- he’ll need it to get through Camus’s section on Absurdism this early in the morning. But the flash of Spencer’s phone screen sends him reaching for his phone. Y/N replied to his message.
Y/N: hi leo!!!
Y/N: and you too Spencer :) Did you get a good night’s sleep. You got back late it seems.
Spencer, taking a bite of the strawberry pastry, ignores the burning sensation in his mouth. He types out a response to Y/N as he washes down the bite with a swing of coffee.
Spencer: I did, thank you. Can you tell me a little bit more about this book buddy thing. From what I gathered from the flyer it’s like a little book club of our own and we meet at the bookstore?
It doesn’t take long for Y/N to respond. The little gray dots pop up almost immediately after Spencer’s message is delivered.
Y/N: That’s about right! Is it okay if I call you? Kinda easier to talk that way 🤷♀️
Spencer reads over the message a couple of times. He doesn’t really like to talk on the phone and only does it out of necessity. He’s pretty sure that his voice is grating and his vocal fry is quite irritating. Yet, he finds himself replying “yes” to Y/N. Soon enough, his phone buzzes in his hand and Spencer has to remind himself how to pick up a call.
“Spencer? Um, this is Spencer Reid, right?” the voice says. It’s a woman’s voice and he can only assume that it’s Y/N, considering it is her phone number calling him.
“Y/N, uh hi. This is Dr. Spencer- I mean this is Spencer,” he says, nearly forgetting that Y/N doesn’t know him as Dr. Reid, but as just Spencer. It’s been a long time since someone has known him as Spencer.
“Oh great! It’s wonderful to finally have a voice to your name. So about these buddy reads. You seem to have a good grasp of what they are,” Y/N’s voice trails off a little bit at the end and Spencer finds it natural to fill in the silence.
“Yes, the flyer was quite informative. But I was wondering, do we read the same books or do we read different books?” Spencer asks, trying to restrain himself from scaring Y/N off. But something about her made him think that she didn’t scare easily.
Y/N chuckles lightly in the speaker of her phone, “that’s a good question, uh, I was actually going to ask you what you would rather. We can read the same books, or if it’s okay with you we can choose what the other would read for that week,”
“Oh really?” Spencer says, very much aware how his voice rises a couple of octaves. He can’t trust himself to hold back on rambling over the phone Y/N, so he resorts to using his strained, brittle voice that’s full of hesitation and restraint.
“That’s the plan, so whatcha thinking, Spencer,” Y/N says playfully, like she can sense that phone conversations maybe not make him feel at ease. There’s something so natural and silvery about her voice; it reminds Spencer of an audiobook reader. While he’s not too keen on audiobooks, he’s sure that he’d listen to anything she reads or has to say.
“Um, I think it sounds interesting to pick out books for each other. I tend to gravitate towards more technical books or even books that aren’t in English so, uh, I think it would be interesting to get out of my comfort zone,” Spencer says, cringing internally at using the word “interesting” twice in a couple of sentences.
“Well, as long as you don’t pick out something in physics or anything by Ayn Rand then I’d say we’re good,” Y/N says. Spencer thinks it’s a joke, but he’s not too sure how to respond.
“Will you still be my Book Buddy if I read 1 out of 2 of those?” Spencer asks, hoping she’d get that he is trying to continue the joke.
“Oh no Spencer please don’t tell me you’re an Ayn Rand fanboy,” she says, and by the airy way she laughs, Spencer ventures to guess his joke landed successfully.
“So,” Spencer starts, he never has made plans with people outside of his team, and on top of that, there’s something about Y/N’s quickness that makes him a little nervous to meet her.
“I’m talking your ear off, aren’t I? Please Spencer, if you’re going to be my Book Buddy, you’re going to have to get used to me talking a lot, especially you pick out good books, which, I already have a feeling you’re going to be favorite Book Buddy,”
For once in his life, Spencer doesn’t really know how to respond. He lets out something in between a strangled laughter and a noncommittal chuckle.
“So,” Y/N says, mirroring Spencer’s earlier words, “so are you free tonight, I can meet you at the bookstore..”
Y/N’s voice trails off and Spencer leaps to finish her sentences. It doesn’t feel like his interjecting or interrupting, but like he’s snapping a puzzle piece together.
“Does 7 work?”
“7 is great, Spencer. It’s a date,”
Those three little words send Spencer’s eyes flying wide open. He scrambles to come up with answer to louden the silence that falls, but he swears he can hear a string of quiet curses before Y/N manages to squeak out a small “goodbye,”
Y/N’s last words play back in Spencer’s ears. He scolds himself for being so weird and awkward that the very idea of going on a date with him would send Y/N in a tizzy. It’s not a date, because Spencer can’t think about it being a date. It’s not a date because of the looming photo above his mantle that freezes his future in the past. It’s not a date because of the nightmare of vertical bars that haunt his dreams
It’s not a date. It’s so not a date because Spencer would call Luke to come over to help him if it was.
“Hey Luke,” Spencer says, trying to control the nervous waves in his voice, “no man, I’m fine, it’s uh, easier if you just come over. I’m fine, really,”
Y/N: I really hope you're not an Ayn Rand fanboy 😉
It’s so not a date.
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