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howlingtides · 5 months

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Reki comforts Langa on Langa's father's birthday (Langa's POV)

tags: hurt/comfort, grief, processing grief

Langa felt like he'd never really woken up this morning, sitting at his desk in class, eyes heavy. He'd hugged his mother before heading out, held her close and tight and imagined that he was taking away her pain, transferring whatever sadness she was feeling into himself so that he could carry it for her, even if it was just for today.

Reki had been quick to notice Langa's mood as Langa arrived at their usual meetup spot. He'd been late, and Langa was never late, and he'd been quiet, and though Langa was always fairly quiet, it was a different kind of quiet today.

It was Langa's father's birthday.

Reki, of course, had immediately asked what was up, and Langa didn't want to talk about it, at least not right now, so he'd lied and said he hadn't slept well and he had a headache and it really wasn't a lie, actually. He really hadn't slept well and his head did hurt.

It just wasn't the full truth.

Reki only half accepted that, knowing Langa too well to know that there was more to the story, but thankfully, he'd let it go. For now, at least.

They'd skated to school in mostly silence, and Reki offered to take Langa to the school nurse for some ibuprofen, but Langa had refused, said he was fine. Said he'd just take a nap during lunch.

The lines across Reki's forehead grew deeper.

Class was dragging. It felt like they'd been at school for days, and all Langa could think about was how they'd always go snowboarding on his dad's birthday and drink hot chocolate afterwards and how his dad always added way too many marshmallows and his mom would scold him for it but she would smile while she did it. And they would laugh about it and watch some terrible action movie that his dad claimed was a classic and his dad would fall asleep thirty minutes in and he and his mom would be stuck watching it, got sucked into it anyway, always watched it through to the end.

It was small and it was simple, but it was so utterly his dad that he couldn't help but smile to himself at the thought.

And suddenly he wasn't smiling anymore. Suddenly, his chest was tight and his headache grew and it was getting harder to breathe. Suddenly, his vision grew blurry as his eyes began to water and his skin was tingling all over.

Shit, Langa thought. Shit shit shit.

He grabbed at his chest, attempted to take a few deep breaths until one came out as a choked sob, and he quickly covered his mouth.

And then everyone in class was looking at him.

Reki was looking at him.

Fuck.

"Langa?" came the teacher's voice. "Everything alright back there?"

Students began to turn and whisper.

Reki, who had been doodling in his notebook, had gone completely still.

As the teacher began to approach him, Langa shot up, grabbing his backpack. "Not feeling well," he said, keeping his head down. "Going to the nurse."

He didn't wait for the teacher's approval as he strode out of the classroom.

***

Langa didn't go to the nurse. He didn't even go home.

He'd gone to the skatepark.

The wind was whipping through his hair and across his cheeks and against his shirt and it was the only thing that had managed to ground him since he'd broken down. The sound of the wheels, the caress of the breeze. He'd bailed on purpose a few times, the scratch of the pavement beneath his palms a welcome sensation, a reminder that despite his father's absence, he was alive.

Langa was still alive.

He'd been at it for about thirty minutes before Reki showed up.

He skated up to Langa, plopping on the ground next to him in front of the half pipe.

They sat there in silence for a minute until Reki eventually spoke up.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asked.

Langa didn't know what he did to deserve someone like Reki in his life.

"Today's my dad's birthday," he said.

It was all the explanation he needed.

"Shit," Reki uttered under his breath. "Why didn't you say anything earlier?"

Langa shrugged. "There's nothing to say, really."

"Of course you would say that," Reki said. "Langa. You clearly have a lot to say."

Langa frowned. "I don't think it works like that."

"What do you mean?" Reki pressed.

Langa thought for a moment. "I feel like I can't put my feelings into words."

And it was true. He couldn't. He just knew that he was feeling a lot and it had come out of nowhere. One moment, he'd been composed and quietly reminiscing, and the next moment, he felt like his chest was gonna explode. It was scary and confusing and he wondered if his mom had ever experienced the same thing, thinking about his dad.

He wondered how she was doing at work today.

Hopefully better than him.

Reki nodded slowly to himself, leaning his elbows against his knees. "Well, I'm here," he said, looking over at Langa, "if you feel like you wanna try."

Langa's eyes had only just dried, but they began to feel watery again at Reki's words.

"I," he tried, taking a deep breath as a tear tracked down his cheek. "I just. I can't." Another breath. "I just really miss him." He turned to look at Reki. "I miss him a lot, Reki."

Reki nodded again, listening.

Langa continued. "He was still so young. He still had so much left to give, so much left to teach me. It's just. It's not." Another breath. "It's not fair."

Langa was full on crying now, and Reki didn't waste any time. He pushed himself up onto his knees, pulling Langa into a hug.

Langa shoved his face into Reki's shoulder, grabbed at the back of his hoodie, did his best to remember to keep breathing as he let his emotions carry him. Everything felt so heavy, but Reki's arms were holding some of the weight, and a sliver of relief washed over him as he slowly tried to come back to himself.

Reki rubbed at the back of Langa's head, fingers gently combing through his hair. "What do you usually do," Reki asked quietly, "to celebrate?"

Langa sniffled, keeping his forehead on Reki's shoulder as he spoke to the ground. "We'd. We'd go snowboarding, then. Then drink hot cocoa," he said, "and. And we'd watch a movie. That he picked out."

Reki hummed in approval. "That sounds like a pretty rad birthday."

Langa huffed, pulling away from Reki enough to wipe at his nose. "Yeah," he said, "it was."

Reki put his hands on Langa's shoulders, dipping his head down to look at him. "What do you say then? Wanna celebrate?"

It took Langa a moment to understand what Reki was suggesting. His eyes widened. "Wait. Really?"

"Yeah." Reki said, smiling. "We obviously can't snowboard, but we can skate? Then we can stop by the store to pick up some stuff to make hot cocoa on the way home. Is your mom home? She can join us if she's up to it. And maybe we could all watch a movie?" He put his fingers on his chin in thought. "What kind of movies did he like?"

Langa couldn't believe this. This was. He just.

The weight lifted a little more.

"Bad action movies," he answered.

"Perfect," said Reki. He held out a hand to help Langa up. "I know just the one."

#renga #sk8 the infinity #reki kyan #langa hasegawa #hurt/comfort #grief #processing grief #kris drabbles

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sillyseaveerablogs · 4 months

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Part 1 of Chapter 3 Aug (TдT) Tagging some moots so they can RB this- @misty-zzz @cartoon-angerr @paidexp @thisblogisblank @n1ttnan1t @amberkaiju @vh4mp

⳾*⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*⳾ It was a gloomy morning. Wind was blowing gently to the extroverted people out on Platera, the Plant Island town. The rain is pouring its insides onto the buildings and the statue of a woman with curtain bangs and a lizard-like tail with leaves and mosses following along. There were three monsters in front of the statue. One of them put up their arms and said to the statue, “Hey Ma, me, Bloom and Terra are going to Airno to see Aether and Sora. Do you accept that, Ma?” Their soft magenta iris glares at the statue’s closed eyes. They then turned to their sister and their friend and said to them, “Ma accept us! I couldn’t believe it.” Terra was smiling with a V-shaped mouth. She is a half-human half-Epic Plant Wubbox with a milk chocolate skin, dark navy blue irises, and green core underneath her black tank-top that is overlapped by her shoulder cut dress with a ribcage around her chest. Her willowy pastel green hair sprouted with Ixoras are blowing by the gentle wind. Bloom, Aether, Sora and Andrea are the daughter and sons to the celestials, that being Lauma Rossa, the Celestial of Plant and Atticus Althorne, The Celestial of Air. Since they’re hybrids, all of them are mixed with their genes. Only Aether is the only one with his father’s looks. Bloom, Andre and Terra decided to celebrate Sora, the youngest of the Althorne family, 15th birthday on Airno, the Air Island town. They finally booked their tickets for travelling reasons. They then go to the marketplace, where every monster sells everything! From Chocolate to meat to anything you want, basically you name it. Terra bought the present to give Sora. Although she still worries about her big brother’s condition. Wilbur. He never contacted her ever since the separation, poor guy, Terra thought. Maybe a letter to him will surprise him.

───※ ·❆· ※──────※ ·❆· ※──────※ ·❆· ※─── After the shopping spree with Bloom and Andrea, she immediately goes back into her room, filled with roses and exotic critters. The critters chirped and chipped as she went into the room. She sat on her desk with notes piling on other notes, a pile of notebooks sat at the corner and a pegboard with important things to jot. She picks up the bunny critter and stroke it gently as she plucks a sticky note from her desk drawer and write; Dear Wil, I know it’s been a while since you ran away from us, but I got an announcement to make, WE'RE GOING TO AIRNO TO CELEBRATE SORA’S 15TH BIRTHDAY! Now does that name ring the bell? Anyway, could you bring one of your creations? I say that because Mavi told me that since your creation wants to meet someone outside of you and him, it would make a great oppurtunity to see other exotic monsters. Also you can reject the request if you want to, just maybe a letter to send to me or a card is fine tho. I’m gonna pen off now, it’s night so I gotta hit the brakes. Bye! From your sis, Terra Terra’s face split into a smile. She put the letter into a postcard, and stamped it with a foxglove. She then sprinted to the outside, waved the mail at the bluebird critter; it then took the mail with its feet and flew away from her. ───※ ·❆· ※──────※ ·❆· ※──────※ ·❆· ※─── Mavi, the EWW was watching the view when the mail fell onto them. They stare at the mail and soon after the mail is supposed to be for Wilbur, They grinned and sent the mail to Wilbur. Wilbur was in his room, creating what seems to be a Zuuker, when Bradley the Brump whisked into his room and yelped, “Dad, Mavi sent you a mail,” Wilbur stood, skulked and grabbed the mail from Bradley’s hand. Brad then ran away to the living room. Wilbur then sat on the chair and read Terra’s mail. His corner of his mouth then lifted afterwards. He then sent Terra’s mail and started writing as a reply. Mid-way through the writing, his thoughts turn to Humbert. Hmm, I should write one for him, he thought, smiling even though their friendship ended when they're teens.

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙ At the Gossamery Town, the Ethereal Island township, a now 17-years-old Humbert is watching his younger siblings, Skia, the youngest sister in his family, playing catch with her other older brothers, Umbra and Nyx, around the playground, full of bright and cheerful double-ethereals as toddlers. As the three siblings run in circles, Humbert notices that Meeb is flying towards him with a postcard attached to his hand. Hum then grabs the post card, thanks Meeb and reads the card. It reads: Hey Humbert, So sorry about that time I slapped my sister in front of you and ran away from Terra, Walter, Berlioz, you, your siblings and Rumi. I’m just so mad that the stupid f**ka** green bird with three legs manipulated the Colossals that I thought my sister was yelling at me for not doing anything. Glaring at her with my amber eyes, I had enough. I slapped her and I looked at them and I was shocked so I ran away. Again, I’m sorry. Um, is Walter and Berlioz ok? I’m worried about them as I’m writing this message. Let me know as soon as possible, I have to pen off now. Bye. Signed, Wilbur Knowing Wilbur is still alive, Humbert smiled sadly but genuinely. He felt like writing him a letter as a reply to him. They quickly stood up and chirped to his younger siblings to go home, as the crystallised sun was lowering down to the horizon.

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morganski-19 · 4 months

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I Don’t Know Which Way’s Home

Chapter 4: Running Away

ao3 link, Part 1, Part 3

Cw: domestic abuse and mentions of child abuse

April 1983

“How many times have I told you that tips go to me,” David yells from the other room.

It's just another one of the many screaming matches between him and Julie’s mom. The third boyfriend in Julie’s lifetime to escalate yelling at her mom for various things, and the second to demand her tips.

“Those tips aren’t for you. You didn’t earn them, I did,” her mom screams back. “Julie needs new clothes soon; I need those tips.”

She doesn’t know where her mom finds them to be honest. Every time she brings a new guy over, they reek of booze and cigarettes, and they have an unmaintained, greasy mullet to make them look like every bad guy in a sitcom. They’re happy for a month before things get sour. Her mom ends up hurt, emotionally and physically, until her breaking point is hit, and they’re tossed to the curb. Metaphorically as there is never enough room for the boyfriends to move into the trailer. She’s thankful for that.

“That bitch doesn’t need anything, she’s already a spoiled brat.”

But no matter what her mom never seems to find someone who will actually treat her right. Julie pleads with her after each one, tries to tell her that she doesn’t have to be treated like this. Ever since she was old enough to understand that this was wrong, it’s all she would repeat. But her mom never believed that anyone would actually want a single mom who could barely get by on her own. So, she kept bringing home dirtbags time and time again.

“Do not call my daughter a bitch.”

“Why not, you raised her. No wonder she’s a bitch.”

As much as Julie tries, she can’t ignore the screaming match anymore. She shuts her textbook as loudly as she can without them hearing it through the walls, but she doubts that they would over themselves. Grabbing her jacket from the closet and her latest notebook, she carefully opens her window and climbs out.

This isn’t the first time she’s done this, and it probably won’t be the last. The first time she underestimated the height of the window and ended up spraining her ankle. So, she learned and placed a few old milk crates underneath so she could step out more easily. It got better when she got taller too, spiking up to one of the tallest girls in her class.

When her feet hit the solid ground, she took a moment to make sure that they didn’t hear her. But the screaming has only escalated, so she takes her chance.

Turning on her heel and facing the woods, she runs into them, going to the only spot that makes her feel safe at times like these.

. . .

Present Day

“You did what,” Robin asks, standing frozen across the room from him.

“I kissed Eddie,” he admits.

“Just kissed him?” she asks giving him a look that already tells him that she knows.

Steve’s eyes look everywhere except at hers. “We might have also slept together.”

“And you didn’t immediately tell me afterward,” she exclaims, waving her arms around in the air. “We,” motioning between her and Steve, “are platonic soulmates, who are supposed to tell each other everything. And you neglected to tell me, for literal days, that you not only kissed but slept with, the guy that you’ve been pining after for months.”

He rolls his eyes. “I have been not pining for him for months-.”

“You absolutely have,” she interrupts, “and the tension between you two have been insufferable to sit through. Every single movie night has been you two stealing glances, casually touching each other far too many times for it to be considered normal or platonic, and essentially undressing each other with your eyes. With your eyes, Steven.” She puts her hands on her hips and glares at him again, fully exhausted from this bullshit.

Worst part is that she has part of a point. Yes, Steve has liked Eddie for a while and yes, he did realize that he is attracted to guys a long time ago. But the other guys he was attracted to were surface-level stuff, nothing like this. The feelings he has for Eddie are a lot deeper than anything he’s had in the past few years. And with all of the dug-up feelings about his dad, he didn’t think he was going to do anything about it soon.

Going over to Eddie’s that day wasn’t thought out all that well. He was stuck in all of the thoughts that he would get in high school. How nothing he ever did was enough to get his dad to notice him. Nothing would get his mom to come home. So, he decided that they shouldn’t be the reason to have this. Because as much as he wanted to pretend, their voices were still in the back of his mind telling what to do that would make him, and them, look good in the eyes of the public.

It wasn’t until his lips finally locked with Eddie’s that those thoughts finally started to dissipate. But is he ready for whatever he has, will have, with Eddie. That he’s still not so sure of.

“Ok, ok you’re right. I should have told you.”

“Well, that was obvious,” she walks up closer to him and gives him a knowing look. “Now can you tell me what’s actually going on up there? Cause sleeping with him was one thing, the way you’re looking like a kicked puppy is another.”

Steve takes a deep breath. “What if I’m not ready for this?”

“Being with a guy is different than being with a girl. So, depending on what you did, I’m sure that he’d be careful with you going forward so you don’t just jump into it and-.”

“That’s not it,” he cuts her off. “I-. The last time I felt like this about someone, I got my heart broken. And with everything that’s coming back up with my dad, with Julie. What if it was a mistake sleeping with him now was the wrong thing to do?”

Robin’s face softens. “If you think that everything else that’s going on in your life right now is too much and adding a new relationship on top of that will only add to that, I think he would understand. Just talk to him about it.”

“I know,” he presses the heels of his hands against his eyes. “I know you’re right. But I feel so stupid for giving him hope for something I’m not ready for yet.”

The walkie on his counter crackles. “Hey Steve, it’s Julie. Is it ok if I come over?”

Steve picks up the walkie and hits the call button. “Yeah, you can come over.”

“Ok, thanks.”

“When did you give her a walkie?”

“The last time she was over here, thought it’d be a good idea. We’ve been talking on it a lot, actually.”

Robin smiles. “You two are getting closer then?”

“I’d say so. It’s still kinda weird knowing that I’ve had a sibling this whole time, but it’s nice.”

“That’s good, I’m glad this is working out.”

“Me too.”

Steve hears a knock at the door and goes to answer it, Julie standing on the other side. “Is it ok if I leave my bike on the lawn?”

“Yeah sure, that was fast.”

“I might have been most of the way here already before I checked to see if it was ok.”

He moves out of the way to let her through the door, closing it after her. “Everything ok?”

“Yeah, it’s just,” she sighs. “School and everything, didn’t want to go to that house after.”

“Wanna talk about it?” He asks, walking back to the living room where Robin is.

“Hey, Julie,” she says.

“Hey,” Julie plops onto the end of the couch. “Maybe, I don’t know. It’s just. So, I’m sixteen right, and the oldest kid in that house so they treat me like the babysitter, all the time. And they’re drunks that can barely look after themselves and now add three kids to that mix, so I’m pretty much doing everything. And like, I don’t mind doing the dishes or making my own dinner or doing the laundry. But they shouldn’t get to treat me like their maid just because they’re too drunk to get off their ass.”

Steve and Robin shared a worried look. “That sucks,” he says, not quite sure what else to.

“Yeah,” she says while picking at the skin around her nails. “It does.”

“Is there anyone you can talk to about getting you and the other kids out of that house?” Robin asks.

Julie nods. “I mentioned it to my case worker at our last meeting, said she would look into it. Don’t know how long that’s going to take though.”

“We can talk to Hopper to see if he can do anything about it if you want.”

“I don’t want to bother you too much with it, it’s fine. Just frustrating.”

He wants to push more but doesn’t. She looks like she doesn’t want to talk about it, and they just started really getting along. So, he changes the topic, and they talk until Julie says she wants to get some homework done. He lets her stay and do it in the kitchen, him and Robin being left in the living room by themselves.

“Are you going to do anything about that?” Robin whispers, leaning forward to keep it private between them.

“I want to, but what do I do? I don’t want to make it worse for her by saying something.”

Robin presses her lips together. “Yeah, that wouldn’t be good.”

“I think I’m just going to tell her to come over as often as she wants. I mean I wouldn’t mind, and I trust her to be alone in the house if I’m not here.”

“But that’s not going to make it any better for when she goes back.”

“There’s nothing I can do right now that would let her stay past curfew, or even for a night. That would only end up in another missing kid report and her being brought back by Hopper.”

“Steve,” she looks at him with a soft gaze. “What do you really want to do? Cause I think I know, you just haven’t said it.”

Steve sighs, running a hand through his hair. He has thought about it, pretty much since that first night he met her. But considering this house isn’t his and the fear that his dad would come home any minute and find her here, it never seemed like a real option. And what government official would let a twenty-year-old without a full-time job, getting by living off his parent’s money take custody of a kid.

He thought that maybe after some time, some effort on his part, he could maybe get it together enough to do it. If they got a long and both wanted to. But that house is treating her and those other kids horribly. He wants to do something to help all of them, get the other kids in a better home and maybe take Julie in.

It all didn’t seem possible, but maybe it was time to try.

“I don’t know if she wants that. And even if she did, I have no idea where to start.”

“Well, even though it probably didn’t go through all the right channels, we do know someone who adopted a kid. Talk to him, he might be able to help.”

He takes a deep breath. “I’ll think about it.”

Robin reaches to cover his hand with hers. “And while you’re at it. Think about what you want to do with Eddie too. You’re not giving him false hope, I promise that. You still want this, you just have some other things you want to take care of before starting a relationship.”

“You’re right,” he nods. “I’ll talk to him soon, promise.”

Julie knocks on the doorway. “Hey, I’m going to head out. Curfew is earlier for school days.”

“I can drive you back if you want,” Steve says, already standing up.

“No, it’s ok. I’d rather go myself. Thanks though.” She turns to head to the door, Steve following her.

“Just so you know,” he says before she opens the door. “You’re welcome over here after school anytime, if you want to get your work done without being in the house. If I’m not home, I leave the back door open most of the time, so you can come in through that way.”

“You’re ok with me breaking into your house when you’re not here,” she asks.

He shrugs. “Yeah, I know you enough to trust you. It’s no pressure or anything, but if you like it here more than there, I’d rather you be where you’re safe instead of going somewhere else.”

She looks at him with a confused glare, processing what he said. “Ok, thank you. I might stop by again tomorrow then, I have a paper due.”

“You’re welcome here, Julie, any time. You don’t have to feel like you’re bothering me because you’re not. Promise.”

Julie just nods, closing the door behind her. Steve takes a deep breath, heading back to Robin and trying not to think about what he knows he’s going to do.

. . .

Julie looks like a mess. Leaves are stuck in her hair and her clothes are all rumpled. And there is an ache in her back from sleeping on a hard surface. But what else did she expect from sleeping on a park bench. It beats going back to that house then, so she’ll suffer until third period when she can use the gym showers to get the park off her.

Shivering, she combs out her hair with her fingers, pulling it back into a short braid. She goes to the bike rack she parked at and unlocks her bike, mounting it and heading toward the school.

When she gets there, she rushes to the bathroom to change her clothes, hoping no one notices the difference. She makes it through her first two periods, trying to keep her eyes open and pay attention. Her grades have already slipped, she can’t afford to miss another lecture.

Third period rolls around, and she gets changed for gym, thanking the teacher for giving them an easy day of just doing exercises with a partner.

Jane, the girl Max was talking to, approaches her. “The teacher said I cannot keep skipping class and sitting with Max on the bleachers. Can I partner with you?”

“Sure,” Julie shrugs. They travel around the circle that the teacher made, tossing basketballs to each other meaningless activities. Jane is shy, but Julie doesn’t blame her. She is too most of the time.

After class she takes a quick shower, rubbing the last two nights of sleeping on park benches off of her and getting the rest of the leaves out of her hair. The rest of the day is monotonous and all she wants it to go home. But home isn’t home anymore and no where she goes even compares to the comfort she once felt in her own room.

Well everywhere except for Steve’s. But she knows that comfort is different. It still isn’t the same as walking through her trailer door and seeing her mom’s things scattered around, smelling the dinner she made before going to work or hearing the music she’s playing from the radio. The conversations aren’t as effortless, and the life just isn’t there. It’s not her home, nowhere is.

It’s cruel to try and compare anything to her old house. It’s cruel to try and chase the feeling of comfort that her mom gave her in anyone. She knows that nothing will ever compare to her mom. But she can’t help but keep searching to find something else that is close to it.

Steve is an interesting addition to her life. For the past month she’s had to grapple with the fact of her who her dad was, and that she had a sibling across town who didn’t even know she existed. From what she’s heard about her dad, she never expected his son to be like Steve. From what she can imagine, Steve is nothing like his father, and Julie’s happy that is true.

If Steve was like his father, he wouldn’t have left the back door open for her so she could come into his house while he was at work. He wouldn’t have left a note telling her that there is a sandwich in the fridge if she’s hungry, or that she’s welcome to anything in the pantry. She wouldn’t have even been able near the house at all.

Their relationship is still new, still uncertain. Sure, they get along, but there is so much of their lives and experiences that are different that they haven’t even touched on. There is so much more to Julie that she has even yet to share. She’s trying to open up, trying to create some sort of bond with him. There’s this want inside of her to have a family again, to come home to a house through the front door and not immediately be yelled at to clean up a spill. To come home and feel like it’s a home.

She can recognize that Steve is trying to do that with her, trying to create someplace that she wants to be. To get to know her because they are one in the same. Two kids from the same dad who never stayed long enough to get to know them, she can at least assume. Both trying so hard to fill something they’ve always wanted, but never had.

Julie stays for as long as she’s supposed to, heading out the way she came in and picking up her bike from where she left it in the woods. She’s out of clothes so she can’t just go to the park afterward like she did yesterday. So, she prepares for what will happen if her presence is known when she gets home.

Honestly, she’s surprised that they didn’t notice that she was gone for two whole days. It’s probably because the other kids were in school and doing work, so they were quieter. The time they sent the cops after her was a Saturday, so they realized their babysitter was missing. It just meant she had to be smart with what days she doesn’t go back.

When she parks her bike on the lawn of her foster home, she’s ready for the verbal onslaught that she’s sure to happen.

“Where’ve you been?” Janice mutters over her cigarette, lounging on the couch.

“At a friend’s,” Julie responds quickly.

“Lucky, we don’t call the cops on you again. Bathroom needs cleaning.”

Julie mentally rolls her eyes. “I’m not your maid,” she mutters under her breath.

Going to the room she shares with Molly she takes out her dirty clothes and exchanges them out with new ones. Then heads to the bathroom, so it doesn’t turn ugly. Better she complies now so they don’t notice her missing tomorrow.

“You didn’t come home last night,” Molly says quietly. “Or the night before.”

“No, I didn’t,” Julie says while scrubbing the toilet.

“They noticed, I lied for you.”

Julie sits back, looking at the girl she barely knows. Molly isn’t much younger than her, but she shouldn’t have to cover for Julie’s choices. Especially when Mark’s temper is as short as a stubbed-out cigarette.

“Don’t do that again, I don’t want you getting hurt for me.”

“I won’t. Me and Oliver got adopted a week ago we’re leaving on Saturday.”

As much as that will only put more attention on her, she can’t help from smiling. At least their getting out and going to someone who will care for them a hell of a lot more that Janice and Mark would. “I’m happy for you.”

“Are you going to be ok here by yourself?”

“I’ll be fine, Molly.”

Molly walks away, leaving Julie to clean the bathroom alone. She just hopes that when the two of them leave it will be the last kids that come through this house, leaving her to deal with it alone.

A small part of her hopes that she won’t be here that much longer either, but she can’t be sure. So, she shoves the hope down and just goes back to scrubbing.

. . .

Steve didn’t exactly plan for this to happen when he invited Eddie over. What he did plan was to tell him that things needed to slow down between them because he was in no place to start a relationship with him. Not after all the old baggage that he has with his dad, and definitely not with the information Julie told him earlier.

Because in his mind, he’s going to do whatever he can to get Julie out of that house. And if he’s lucky, maybe get her to live with him.

So that means a lot of outside work from him with protocols that he has no knowledge of, but he knows it’s too much. So, he was going to invite Eddie over and explain it to him gently. Until he didn’t.

Instead, he’s here with Eddie’s tongue down his mouth and his hands all over Steve, making his mind hazy in the way he likes. So hazy that he can’t bring himself to stop Eddie, and instead just folds and kisses him back as hard as he can.

It’s a stupid, reckless decision that will probably just hurt both of them in the end. But he can’t seem to stop it.

That is until there’s a banging on his door that’s hard enough to knock it down.

“The hell,” Eddie says as he pulls away from Steve. “Was anyone supposed to come over?”

“No,” Steve answers, untangling his fingers from Eddie’s hair.

Eddie slips his hands out from underneath Steve’s shirt as another round of pounding comes from the door. “Should you go get that?”

“Probably, stay here ok.”

Steve goes to the front door, running a hand through his hair and fixing himself to make him look presentable. He opens the door to two people he’s never seen before, both extremely angry.

“Can I help you,” he asks confused.

“Where is she?” the man spits out, fists clenched.

“Who? I know a lot of people.”

The man gives him a cold stare that makes him want to strengthen his stance. “Julie, the bitch ran away again. Thought she’d be here.”

Steve raises his eyebrows at the name he called her, appalled. “Don’t know who you’re talking about,” he feigns innocence.

“We know about you two,” the women slurs. “We know that she was here the first time, she has to be here again.”

“Look,” Steve says, making himself look bigger. “I haven’t seen her in a few days. I’m sure she’s just out somewhere and will be back soon.”

“Well, we haven’t seen her since Thursday. It’s Saturday,” the man growls, eyes full of anger.

Fear shoots through Steve at the thought of Julie roaming around town finding empty benches to sleep on. He thinks back to the past few days and not once did he ever give her a ride home. She always refused, riding away on her bike before he could convince her. Because she knew he would wait to watch her go inside the house, like he always does. And she didn’t want that.

“I have no clue where she it,” Steve asserts, enunciating every word clearly. “She’s not here, so I can’t help you.”

He has to get to her before they do. Has to call Hopper and get a search party out there before they do. Because there is no way he is letting Julie go back to a house that is dangerous.

“Fine, we’ll just have to go around looking for her then.” The man stomps off, the women following close behind.

Steve shuts the door as gently as he can, adrenaline rushing through him. As soon as it shuts, he quickly runs to put his shoes on, rummaging around to find his keys.

“Hey, you ok?” Eddie asks, coming into the front room concerned.

“No,” Steve asks, patting down his pockets to see if his keys are there. “That was Julie’s foster parents, they haven’t seen her since Thursday. I haven’t either. Where are my keys.”

“Fuck, hold on.” Eddie runs to the kitchen and comes back holding Steve’s keys. “Here. Take a breath ok, we’ll find her.”

Steve takes the keys, breathing heavy at this point, heart rate slowly increasing more and more. “They were so angry, Eds. Like terrifying. The guy looked like he was about to beat me up if she was here, what is he going to do to her?”

“Nothing,” Eddie cups Steve’s face in his hands, forcing him to look at his eyes. “They are going to do nothing to her because we are going to find her first. We’ll take my van and look around, ok.”

“Yeah ok,” Steve says, the panic slowly fading with Eddie’s touch.

They go to Eddie’s van, him speeding out of the drive and to the nearest park. The benches are all empty to they check the next, which is also empty. Steve tries to think of places she would go, the library, video store, diner. Anywhere where she might be. Each place coming up empty.

“Where could she be?” he says after the last failed attempt, panic rising again.

“Wait, hold on. I remember something,” Eddie pulls out of the parking spot and starts to head toward the trailer part. “I would see her run into the woods behind the trailer park sometimes when her mom was fighting with one of her boyfriends. I never said anything at the time, but it’s the only place I can think of.”

. . .

Julie sits on a fallen log in the woods behind her old trailer. The familiarity of coming out here covering her like a hug, even if those moments weren’t the best. They were hers. Ones she shared before her life was irreversibly changed. Back when everything was normal.

Here she was always safe, away from the chaos and in her own little world. She would sit on this log and write her latest story, do some homework, or just sit and listen. It was her place, and she missed it.

She knows what day it is, knows that Janice and Mark noticed that she was missing. Molly and Oliver were adopted today, which means that a case worker went to the house to pick them up, and hopefully went inside. She wasn’t there to pick anything up, and she was sure that no one else did. With all of the beer bottles and junk that made a constant mess around the house, there was no way that the two of them passed.

At least she hoped.

But with that, Julie knows that nothing would be done instantly except for make Janice and Mark angry. An official investigation and a few more surprise visits would have to happen before they got blacklisted from fostering. Her case worker explained it all to her when she made the initial complaint. That was weeks ago, and nothing has changed, so she forced it to. Even at her own safety.

Her head picks at rustling leaves as someone approaches. Fear shoots through her and she debates running, scared that she was finally found by the people she was running from. But as Steve emerges from the trees, relief visibly going through his mind, she stays.

He doesn’t say anything, just walks over to her and sits down. The sit there for a moment in silence before he finally says something.

“I had the pleasure of meeting your foster parents today. If I didn’t get why you hated them before, I definitely do now.”

She sighs. “I didn’t know they would go to you.”

“I wouldn’t of either,” he says with a shake of his head. “How long have you been lying to me about going back there?”

He says it in a way that reminds her of her mom. Not anger, just concern with the want to understand why. “About a week.”

“Any reason that they suddenly noticed it now?”

Julie picks at her thumb, the skin so broken up it could start to bleed. “The other two kids that were there got adopted and picked up today. So, I made sure I was gone so the mess would still be there when the case worker got there. And if I wasn’t there and they didn’t know where I was, something might actually get done about it.”

Steve huffs. “That’s bravely stupid. You and I might be more similar than you think.”

She lightly laughs, finally looking at him and seeing the worry still painted on his face. He worries for her, he cares. It’s been a while since anyone did.

“Look,” he sighs. “I know there’s probably nothing I can say to get you to stop running away. But I don’t want you out on the street every night. This town might seem safe, but it can be real dangerous, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I can’t go back there,” she says shakier than she wants. “I hate it there.”

He looks away from her, letting out a deep breath. “You know, there’s this shed in my backyard I don’t go in that much anymore. Has the heater and tools for the pool and that’s been closed for a month know. But I also use it for storage, so there’s a bunch of blankets and maybe even a cot on the one side away from all of the chemicals. I don’t think I would notice if someone would slip in there at night. And you know, if I left one of the windows open, or even the back door, if someone were to slip in after I went to sleep and left before I got up, I’m not sure I would know.”

She smiles at him, a real smile this time. “Thank you,” she says, bumping her arm with his.

“I didn’t do anything, just told you some basic facts.” He smiles back, keeping the true meaning of what he meant unsaid. “I know you don’t want me to, but I am going to call Hopper to go talk to your foster parents and make sure they don’t do anything. I can’t ensure that it would be permanent, but at least for the night.”

“That’s probably for the best. Maybe have me drop him off too, that way they don’t know that you found me.”

Steve nods, standing up. “Come on, I’ll take you back to my place while I call him.”

Julie stands, grabbing her bag from where it rested on the log and follows him. They meet back up with Eddie who is leaning idly on his van, smiling when he sees Julie them. He doesn’t say anything, just enters his van and waits for them to do so too. The drive back is filled by Steve trying to mess with Eddie’s radio stations while Eddie swats his hands away, claiming to already calming the music down for him. Steve eventually gives him, staying silent for the rest of the ride.

When they get to Steve’s house, Julie goes to the kitchen to wait for the inevitable, Steve stopping in the hall to call Hopper. It isn’t much longer until the chief arrives, taking Julie back to her foster house with a promise that they aren’t going to do anything to her if he has a say in it.

She doesn’t quite know what he says, her retreating to her now empty room before he talks to Mark and Janice. But when she comes down to try and get some food and sees Mark almost flinching as she walks by, it must have been good.

. . .

“She’s ok, kid. I put the fear of god in them, but if they as so much as hurt a hair on her head, you tell me and I’ll make sure that they’re locked up.”

Relief fills Steve as he leans against the wall, thankful that this situation is over. “Thank you, Hop. It means a lot to me.”

“It’s no problem. And as far as I’m concerned, if she’s at your house, she won’t be reported as missing. As long as they don’t get the case worker involved, but she wasn’t too happy with them when I called her up either.”

“That’s something.”

“I gotta go but call me if anything happens. And if you need anything, Steve, you let me know, ok?”

“Yeah, ok.”

Steve hangs up the phone, already making a plan for what he wants to do in his head.

“You’re going to try and get custody of her, aren’t you,” Eddie asks, walking up to him.

He turns to look at him, crossing his arms. “Yeah, I am.”

Eddie huffs. “Thought as much. You could talk to Wayne if you wanted, ask him how it was getting custody of me.”

“I might take you up on that.” Steve takes a deep breath, preparing himself for what he has to say next. “There was actually something that I needed to talk to you about.”

Eddie nods. “I was expecting that.”

Steve walks up to Eddie, getting close to him and wanting to reach out and touch him, but he knows the moment he does what he needs to say won’t happen. “Look, Eddie, I really like you. More than I have anyone in a long time, and I really want to have something with you sometime.”

“But,” Eddie cuts in, sounding resigned.

“But, with all the stuff that’s been dragged up from my past with my dad that I have to deal with all over again, and now with Julie. It’s too much for me to be in a relationship right now. I can’t be worried about her and how things are going between us at the same time. There’s still a lot of things that I have to work through when it comes to being in relationships still, and I can’t do everything at once. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Eddie reaches out to touch his arm, stuttering before realizing that it’s ok. “I want this, whatever it is with you. And I get needing to wait before everything calms down again. It’s a not right now, not a not ever. I can deal with that.”

Steve looks at him, feeling the urge to just say fuck it and lean in to kiss him again. Take back everything he said and just jump right in headfirst. But Steve knows that this is for the best. “Are you sure?”

“Positive. You have no idea how much I like you, have wanted a night like a week ago to happen. I can wait a little bit longer if that means that this might actually have a chance.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem, Steve.”

Eddie leans forward and gives him a chaste kiss, this time being the last for right now. A goodbye to the small romance they had, if they could even call it that, as they go back to being friends. For just now, Steve promises.

Part 5

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#steddie #i don’t know which ways home fic #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #julie lawson #steve secret sibling fic #cw domestic violence #tw domestic violence #cw mentions of child abuse #tw mentions of child abuse

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Proposal (Seedling Prequel)

Content Warnings: Depictions of violence, kidnapping, light sexual references though non-explicit, and a major age gap between a female whumpee and a male whumper.

For my dearest, Miu,

The young woman squinted her dark brown eyes as she read the note. Words were scrawled out on coffee-stained notebook paper and the light blue lines bleed into the purplish-black ink. It was barely legible. It almost reminded her of the dumb little love notes that she and her friends would put in their crushes lockers as kids. Almost. Even the words written in a bright pink glitter pen and scented by cheap perfume was less obsessive than whatever this was. This wasn’t even a love letter: it was a proposal.

…rest assured that I do not wish to take advantage of your inexperience and pure heart, nor would I discard you afterwards, like the bastards that have plagued many fine institutions. I do not wish to penetrate your innocence either. The love I hold for you is not borne from lust, but from the unconditional love that I hold for my daughter. You are like another daughter to me. I only wish to protect you. I only wish to help you blossom into the beautiful flower that I know is deep inside of you…

The words didn’t stop. The letter was stretched across twelve pages detailing why this stranger felt the need to take her in and keep her locked away safe. By the final page, it had completely devolved into complete and other nonsense as it rambled on about roses and the prospect of immortality. Miu’s eyes narrowed before she crumbled up the paper and threw it on the floor. She slumped into the couch not quite knowing what to think of it. What could she say about it? It was the infantilization that made her blood boil. The sheer audacity for someone to make their thesis of this strange, deranged manifesto to be about how they saw her as this broken child who needed to be fixed.

The young woman started to think. At first she thought this was a joke. It had to be a joke. No one in their right mind would send something like that. Then she thought about it again: who would write that as a joke? It was too detailed and too passionate. Maybe Claudia, but this seemed too far, even for her. Then, who was it? She looked back at the envelope lying on the coffee table. It only had her name on it, nothing else.

Miu’s eyes drifted towards the white rose lying next to the envelope. It was… unnatural in its beauty. The bloom was around two to three times bigger than it would usually be. The stems were thicker too. It reminded her of the description of a rose bush that her horticulture professor had cultivated. Which then always followed a lengthy ramble about a rose bush in Arizona that enamored him due to its sheer size and longevity. The “shady lady” as he called it, over a century old.

What fascinated her most about the rose was its thorns. They curved down towards the stem and were about as big as her fingernail and as thick as a feline’s claw. She tapped at the dull part of the thorn. It felt as hard as a claw too, so it seemed more appropriate to call them such. Out of curiosity, she grabbed a strawberry out of the bowl that she was eating from earlier and pushed it against the stem. The thorns easily pierced through the fruit.

Miu took a small kitchen knife and slid it underneath the base of the thorn. She dropped the rose immediately. Blood oozed out of the stem and pooled out onto the faux wooden floor. ¨What- what the hell?¨ Miu said in a quiet, raspy breath as she slowly walked away from the bleeding flower. Its petals were quickly browning and shriveling up quicker than she could register that someone was standing right behind her.

Without looking behind her, Miu bolted towards her front door and desperately tried to open it. The intruder´s hand grabbed her shoulder and pinned her against the door. His face was covered by a white mask that looked to be made from cheap, brittle plastic. The only distinguishable feature she could see was his eyes. The eye slots were barely big enough to show the crow feet near his tired, gray eyes. A soft and familiar voice came out of the mask.

“Why are you so scared, my dearest?” He asked, moving his other hand to gently caress her olive-toned cheek. “It’s just me. I do apologize for my letter for being direct, you know I was never a man of words, but I didn’t expect to see so much anger in you. I thought you would be overjoyed by my proposal.”

“Overjoyed!? Why would I be overjoyed by that- that insane piece of-” Miu yelled before the intruder covered her mouth.

“Shhh… there’s no reason to raise your voice, my blossom. Perhaps you’ll calm down once I remove this silly little mask of mine.”

As he raised the plastic mask over his head, he smiled and ran his fingers through her thin, black hair. His eyes crinkled as he smiled. “See? Nothing to fear. It’s just you and me. Now, how about I give you some time to think about my offer, hm? I know, I know, it’s a lot to process, but I know you’ll come to the right choice.”

Yet, it didn’t make it better. Miu shook her head as she looked at the man in shock and horror. She grabbed his wrist and pushed it towards his chest. “Have you completely lost your mind? Do you not realize how inappropriate, nevermind how fucking insane this is!?”

The older man tried to protest, “Miu, please let me explain-”

“No, no, you don’t get to explain. If you don’t stop this- whatever this is- I won’t have any other choice than to report you. I don’t want to do that as you are a brilliant man and a wonderful teacher, but you need mental help.”

He looked at her for a moment. There was no apparent anger or irritation in his expression, only sadness. A deep sigh passed before he said, “then you leave me with no other options. This is for your own good.”

Before she could do anything, he grabbed a handful of her hand and yanked her towards the ground. Miu tried to kick his stomach, but he pressed his body against hers. She frantically moved her hands to his neck and tried to choke him. Her feet were pushing against his in order to turn his body to the other side. All attempts were ultimately futile as he slammed her back onto the wooden floor and pressed his entire weight against his knee that was pinned on her stomach. His hands reached for the rope in his back pocket. The older man tied her arms together first before moving down to her legs and repeating the same process.

“There, there,” The older man hushed before duct taping Miu’s mouth shut. He breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m so sorry for hurting you, but you must understand I had no other choice.”

Miu was gently picked up by the gardener and placed on the couch. He pulled her onto his lap. A gentle kiss went onto her cheek as he continued to run her fingers through her dark hair. Tears went down her face as she uselessly tried to scream through the tape.

“It’ll just be me, you, and your sisters.” The gardener whispered. “You always wanted sisters, didn’t you? Well, all of you will be together at last. No one will ever be able to lay a hand on you. Oh no, no, you will be so safe and happy with me.”

Miu cried for hours as the older man held her against his chest. He wouldn’t let go of her, not for a second. They both sat on that couch for hours as he waited for her to calm down. He sang a quiet lullaby when she stopped squirming and kissed her when she finally fell asleep. It was dark when he took her out of her run-down home and put her in his trunk. He drove off.

#the ending is rushed but we're still in the snippit writing phase #really unsure if i tagged this right so please get on my ass if I didn't #possessive whumper #creepy whumper #blood #manhandling #depicted violence #the peer review has concluded “this man is deranged and I want to kill him with rocks”#Seedling

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babychoko · 2 years

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🎀𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤🎀

Part 8

Note: Some unexpected things c:

"I just want to skip this gym class. I mean it." I complained, unbuttoning my blouse. Besides, I have something important to do after school. Something I'm worried about.

"You can say that again. That Tartaglia isn't even human anymore!" Xinyan agreed with me and threw her white blouse on the bench. At the moment, we were all in the locker room. It was very noisy, not to mention stuffy. It was our class's turn for gym class while the parallel class was getting ready for their next class. Therefore, we were pretty much cramped. I only noticed now that we are more girls at this school than boys. "I must say, though, he doesn't look bad..." Yun Jin put on her sports jacket and giggled. "Oh, did anyone bring deodorant for later? Forgot mine at home." We waited for her sentence to turn out to be a joke. But that didn't seem to be the case. She looked at us cluelessly. "So no one brought deodorant?"

"I can tell you that he is so not my type...'' Confessed Xinyan. "But alright, yeah. He's not that bad looking." She probably said that so Yun Jin wouldn't feel alone.

"I need deodorant!"

Personalities can really spoil appearances. Tartaglia is the real deal, no lie!

Rarely does he show grace. But as soon as another teacher appears, he is the treasure of the whole earth. Just watch.

I put on a shirt and our sports jacket. Somehow I felt I was being watched when I pulled up my sports pants. But of course I hurried because letting underwear be seen is embarrassing. I briefly peeked over my shoulder. But no one suspicious was to be seen. Strange...

In the sports field it started immediately. First we were told to stretch as much as possible. But that was difficult for most of the students. Next came the sit ups as well as push ups. Actually, we were all used to it. But Mr.Tartaglia loves to do multiple reps.

"You are not tensing your abdominals! Otherwise it won't work!" He laughed and went around once. "As a reward, you may..."

"Run a few tracks! Isn't that great?" Many groaned in annoyance. "But only after you do the crunches. Not to mention the five-minute planks." Well this class seemed like it was going to be especially great. But at least not as intense as normal. Apparently, he was in a good mood.

After the gym class, most everyone was sweaty. I loosened my arms because I had to repeat the planks. My arms were hurting. Do we at least not get real mats?

Suddenly Hu Tao put her hands on my ears and whispered to me:

"Meow, meow..heheh." She then ran away giggling. I looked stupidly after her. Afterwards, I realized why I felt like I was being watched while I was changing.

She had seen my panties which had a kitten on them. However, I didn't let that bother me.

We were lucky that there were many cool breezes blowing from the wind during the day. At least I didn't feel warm or sweaty anymore. I continued to fan myself with the notebook. It was like an air conditioner. With my other hand, I opened my school bag and looked at the last bag of cookies.

"You look determined. Do you have any plans after school?" Xinyan looked at me curiously and was retying her braids. I gestured to the bags. "Oh... the last person is...?"

"Chongyun." I whispered. "It's kind of hard to talk to him lately. Now that we're all getting close again..." Hu Tao patted me on the shoulder. "You guys are good friends after all! You can't just leave him like this forever. He must be getting lonely."

"I don't know..." I whispered, grabbing my bag. "I was planning to visit him with Xingqiu. He was worried about me too. But something came up. So I'm going there alone."

"I'd love to go but..." She scratched the back of her head. I get it already. Chonygun... Is not really pleased with Hu Tao. They both have completely different views on life. "There's nothing wrong with that. So see you tomorrow!"

I made my way to his house. After a few streets, I passed a cemetery and came across a shrine. And if I go in the corner across the street..there's his house!

I exhaled deeply once and rang the bell. It didn't take long for a white-haired woman to open the door for me.

"Hi. Chongyun has company." She said, as if this was a new fact. "Good afternoon, Shenhe. It's good to see you again." His parents were not there today. Instead, his auntie Shenhe, who looked after him many times. I can well imagine that he has often tried to make his parents understand that he can manage on his own and doesn't need a babysitter at his age anymore. But of course, his parents disagree.

She was pleased to let me in. Before that, however, she checked to see if anyone had come along. "Ah..auntie. I came alone. Xingqiu couldn't come after all." Somehow she looked relieved and closed the door behind me. "I see. I'll get you something to drink..if you like? Or would something to eat be better after all?" Somehow I thought she was cute.

"It's all good! I'm okay with everything." She led me to his room. It was downstairs, you see. Right where their basement is. The reason for this is that it's always nice and cold downstairs. As we walked down the lowest hallway, the walls were more and more decorated with talismans. I noticed new decorations and a few multiple dream catchers on the walls. "Today his class ended early. He was still able to escape the midday sun. He forgot his parasol today."

"Poor him..."

She gave me a gentle nudge on the back as a sign that I could quietly go in his room. I must have been distracted by all the decorations as usual. Shenhe eventually went back to prepare drinks. I rubbed my arms to give them some warmth. It was really chilly downstairs. He had probably turned his air conditioner back on.

His room door was wide open. I didn't enter his room yet. Chongyun was sitting cross-legged very still. His eyes were closed and his breaths were so slow that I almost thought he wasn't breathing at all!

I leaned against his door frame and said nothing because I didn't want to disturb him. But he seemed to have noticed me long ago.

He opened his eyes and looked at me with a calm smile.

"You came, didn't you?"

"I did."

"Come on in, please. You don't have to stand there." I listened to his request and entered his room. There were so many sigils, feathers and scarves hanging. You could almost never see his dark blue walls.

On a table were his beloved stones, cards as well as prayer chains. I don't know how long I haven't been here. But I found his room especially beautiful. Especially the sun catchers, reflecting rainbows in the form of water drops from the small slit of the window. Whenever I'm here, I feel a certain calm.

"I just finished meditating. You're just in time..." I nodded in response and placed my school bag on my lap as he offered me a seat.

"I was thinking of coming to see you. With Xingqiu, of course. But unfortunately, something came up with him."

"Oh, that's too bad. But nothing serious, I hope?" He looked a little worried. I shook my head. "No, just don't worry. You know his brother is still nauseous..."

Xingqiu still has his brother's punishments on his hands, but at least it's not as severe as it was a few days ago! He may be annoyed by it, but he didn't complain.

"I see..punishments, huh? He could always talk his way out of that." He seemed surprised that Xingqiu didn't use that tactic anymore. Therefore, we have been under a lot of stress lately, it seems to be the case because of that. With my feet, I supported the casters of the swivel chair I was sitting on and slowly turned back and forth sideways. Then I braked.

"How..are you doing?" I just wanted to know if something was bothering him. Not having him around us felt like nothing. Like there was a void. He leaned his upper body back slightly and looked up at the ceiling. For a moment he watched the little rainbows mapped through his crystals. "I'm feeling better already, thank you. But I must confess that my yang energy..got worse." He paused a bit, then looked at me.

"I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Chongyun..!" What is he saying all of a sudden?

He sat up straight again. "No, I'm serious. I stayed away from everyone..because I didn't want to involve anyone." He got up from his bed and pushed off the incense stick. It stopped smoking and the ash fell apart. "So I spent the entire time meditating and training." I played a little with my pendant, which was hanging on my school bag. "How is it now?" Chongyun always suffered from his yang energy. It made his whole life difficult, after all, he couldn't participate in many leisure activities. However, we as his friends did not let this affect him. He can't help it and remains our kind-hearted friend.

His reaction, which he now showed me, surprised me. His eyes lit up. "You know, much better! But the heat..it makes it difficult for me. As long as I meditate and focus on not going crazy, it's going to be a success. I'm already learning to deal with it better. But it really took time..much more than it normally does."

I already felt relieved. "So you can go back outside soon...?"

He sat back down on the edge of his bed. "Huh? Outside?" I rummaged around in my bag now and pulled out a small pouch. "We all wanted to get together again. All the exams and class changes kind of separated us from each other ..separated was the word...?" I stood up and handed him the bag of cookies. "Well, it would be nice if we spent time together again." He stared at my hands and then back at me.

"Burn marks?"

I scratched my head. "Ahah, don't worry about it! That happened to me yesterday after. It'll go away though!" I baked cookies again because there was no way I was giving him old cookies that went bad over the summer. "Finally, I can give you that too."

"All this trouble for me...?" He asked, partly unsure. I could only shake my head at that. "It was no big deal. Besides, baking is fun."

"Listen, there's something else I wanted to tell you..." Chongyun's cheeks turned slightly pink. But his expression seemed unsettled. "I wanted to apologize that...remember when you found out about Xingqiu's moving?"

I pressed my lips together for a moment. That's a phrase I hated to hear lately. "What about it?"

"From me..."

"Huh?"

"It came from me. I just blurted it out. Though I was sure he'd rather tell you."

I didn't blame him, though. Somehow, I just couldn't. "You're sad about that too, aren't you? After all, you guys are inseparable.... And sooner or later it would have come out anyway."

"But it wasn't right of me!" He replied. "I knew that I had to stay away from you sooner then, after all." I have to sigh once and smiled at him.

"Let's rather all look for solutions and spend the future time together with joy." Fighting is the last thing I want.

Shenhe entered the room, but we didn't notice it at first. Immediately, we startled as long white hair flew past and by. We almost thought that a ghost had entered his room.

And that would have ended unpleasantly, because I could see from Chongyun's face how he relaxed again.

He certainly wasn't going to beat her up if she had been a ghost.

I looked at him and widened my eyes as he put back a seal.

Eh.

Or was he?!

When I got back home, I felt a slight joy. It was as if another weight had fallen off my shoulder. But then I remembered that I had to get to homework and was annoyed again. I showerd, threw on some loose clothes, grabbed a popsicle, and got to work. At least I had a cool down for a while. With a tired look on my face, I flipped my textbook closed. I was about to get up and ask my father if I could use his computer for further and faster research. But in the middle of it, I got a call.

"Hello, (Name). Do you feel like..coming over tomorrow afternoon? I'd love to spend some time with you. I'd have a day off tomorrow. How about it?" My eyes sparkled.

The next day, I stood in front of the mansion. I took off my sun hat and entered the grounds. Somehow, the place was quieter than usual. Did I really come at the right time? Did I take too long to get ready after all? I looked at my note. No, the time seemed right after all. I rang the bell once and waited until the door was opened for me.

A tall young man looked down at me.

Xingqiu's big brother!

Immediately he smiled. "Greetings to you. It's good to see you back. Please, come in." I shyly greeted him back and took off my sandals. "Where is this..." He heaved a single sigh. "He really has no sense of his own guests!..Ah, would you like a drink? Come on, I'll take you to the living room."

"Thank you..." I looked around. Did they change the decorations around? And the carpets? His home certainly looked different than usual. And the mood was different than normal, too. It was much more hectic. Many maids were carrying certain boxes and hurrying to go outside. Some were running with long lists.

"Don't let it bother you. It's just an event taking place. Unfortunately, some things didn't go as planned. But it is getting smoother already. Xu will probably have to step in as the only house helper today..I hope Xingqiu doesn't take advantage of that." He looked kind of stressed out.

Take advantage? What would Xingqiu want to do to Xu? I think I missed so many things.

"Please, make yourself at home- ah, your drink. Hope you like lemonade?"

I suddenly had to giggle a little. "It's all right. I'll wait. I'm sure you have a lot to do."

"Ahhh, master! There's an order..."

"Excuse me! (Name), sorry!" Immediately he rushed to a maid. I sat down on the sofa and had to take a deep breath.

And exhale once...

Somehow their stress was rubbing off on me. I looked at the beautifully decorated lemonade with many ice cubes. The little parasol I found particularly cute. But to make me a fresh drink in a hurry and brought here remains a mystery to me. But that was nothing new. It is with them the usual. I drank some of the lemonade from the straw and put the glass back on the tray. Xingqiu really has it good. He could be served something like this all day.

"But young master... are you sure you'll be able to get along with Xu? Can you really stay alone? What about if there's an emergency..."

"I told you, go ahead without me. I'm sure father is already waiting. The more backup, the easier it will be there." My ears perked up when I heard this familiar one. Automatically, I had to smile. He stood confidently in the hallway, saying goodbye to the maids. Then he turned his gaze to me.

I got up from the sofa and he came towards me, pleased. Immediately he took my hands in his. "You came! I'm sorry I kept you waiting." I shook my head. "Don't be."

I noticed the stack of DVDs on a drawer. He followed my gaze. "I thought we could watch some movies together." I don't say no to that. It got quieter in the house while I picked out a few movies. They're probably all gone by now.

"I can't believe you rented a lot of these movies."

"You had to make us watch these." He didn't sound excited at all. I don't think he likes watching a certain confident blonde in different roles. "I mean seriously..." He sighed and pulled out a couple of movies. "...as in Nutcracker, ah and Swan Lake." I shook my head and put my hands on my hips. "Now don't be like that. Razor seemed to have been really excited about it! And Bennett was very invested!" But the fact that Xingqiu didn't like these movies, but still watched them with me, was saying something. Somehow I thought that was totally cute..

"But I kind of feel like doing something else for now." We decided to watch TV. I found his TV especially great. It ran smoothly and was also very large. We sat on the sofa while a cartoon was playing. Honestly, I was totally excited to be able to spend time alone with him. But why, I couldn't explain to myself. It wasn't like we had never spent time alone before. I leaned my head on his shoulder. After a moment, he put his hand on mine.

However, this time it was totally different than usual..

" Drat! I forgot my folder!" It was his big brother's voice. Never in my life had I sat up straight on a sofa so quickly. We both had a light bead of sweat on our foreheads, trying not to look suspicious.

"There it is..oh, you guys just watch movies?" His brother took the mysterious folder from the drawer and looked at us. I don't know if I'm imagining it..but it looked like he was measuring with his own eyes, the distance between the two of us.

"We're just looking at a mouse and a cat taking a swipe at each other. Nothing unusual, right (name)?"

I agreed with him. "Certainly. There are infinite episodes." For a while his brother said nothing, but then he seemed to look pleased. "Have fun then!" I waved after him and we were silent until we heard no more footsteps. With an uncertain smile, I turned to Xingqiu.

"Do you think he suspects us..."

"Yes, I think so." Xingqiu didn't take a second longer in answering. "That must be why he asked Xu to come here later. After all, I can stay home alone for a few hours..." It already made me nervous that someone might have a clue about our relationship. And by that, I meant people from our family. Xingqiu brushed up a strand that was behind my ear. "Don't be afraid." I put my hand on his and leaned further back on the sofa. If only it were that easy. You see, my parents are very strict when it comes to relationships. They still don't know that I have a boyfriend. Xingqiu stroked the back of my hand with his thumb and turned his head towards me.

And to be honest, I felt guilty about what I was doing behind their backs. This is not only because of the cultural as well as religious aspects. What pulled me out of my thoughts, however, was Xingqiu getting up from the sofa, pulling my hands towards him. He seems to have turned off the television.

"Do you feel like letting off steam? We have a lot of space here." Let off steam? I wonder what he could possibly mean by that.

"Young master...? Are you here?" Xingqiu laughed softly and pointed out to me not to make a sound. I think I now have a slight idea of what he is up to. This is something that could be mean. But it was typical of him. I am fortunately used to his bizarre sense of humor. He looked to me and grinned. "Perfect timing. Come on!" He pulled me after him.

Now the two of us were running in socks, hand in hand down the halls and past Xu.

"Huh. You here? What was that?" Immediately, I held my hand in front of my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. The sun was shining through the hallway windows, and I hoped our shadows wouldn't give us away.

"Young master!! Please don't play games with me. Your father would be worried if I told him you were not present..." We turned quickly because the corridors here were endlessly long. Otherwise, he would have seen us. But now Xu would have to choose which way to go.

Left? Right? Or maybe straight ahead? If he only knew that he had just passed us...!

He should have turned left. Then he would have found us. As Xingqiu kept guard and made sure Xu was out of sight, we continued to sneak down the hallway straight ahead.

Big mistake.

For a second, my heart almost raced to my feet. We were right behind him! Just as Xu was about to turn around, we raced into the next room. It was a bathroom. Probably for guests because usually each room has its own bathroom. I think so.

"Aha, don't think I didn't see you guys!" Xu kept approaching and yanked open the bathroom door.

However, he didn't see us. All he saw was a bright bathroom, the big bathtub which was in front of a window, a toilet on the left and a sink next to it. Even behind the door we were not visible. "T..This can't be happening! I could have sworn. Maybe I should take a vacation after all..." He muttered to himself.

The footsteps were getting quieter and quieter.

Luckily, he didn't look into the bathtub. Well, Xingqiu and I were cramped in there. He had his arms tightly around me and his chin on my shoulder. I felt relieved now. Although it wouldn't have been bad if Xu had found us. But playing hide and seek is exciting now.

I don't want to be like this, but lying in a bathtub like this wasn't entirely uncomfortable. On the contrary... with him it was kind of pleasant. Maybe it was because I felt secure at that moment and looked up at the ceiling. The white and translucent shower curtain continued to waft before it like a ghost. We watched the curtain for a few minutes before sitting back up.

"I think he's gone. Let's go back to the living room." I agreed with him and we got out of the bathtub as a result. Good thing no one here had showered before. Otherwise we would have been soaking wet.

It took a while before we made our way to the living room. We were fooling around quite a bit in the hallway. Playfully I refused to move and he tried to pull me along. But when I saw a small picture frame that caught my eye, I stopped. I got up from the floor and took a closer look at the photo.

"No, how cute."

A very small boy in winter clothes was looking intently at the camera. Next to him was a young woman with slightly wavy hair in a coat. She was kneeling down behind the little boy and was holding his shoulder while smiling to the camera.

"Xingqiu, is that you and your mom?" He seemed surprised by the photo himself and looked at it. This picture frame must have been hung up since recently without his knowledge. "Yeah, I think I just turned 4 then?" Smiling, I brushed my finger over the picture, then analyzed the place. It looked very familiar to me. But I don't know from where.

"Do you know where this photo was taken?" I looked at him questioningly. Xingqiu scratched his head thoughtfully. "I could ask my father. He took the photo back when he was trying out a camera. But I'm pretty sure the Central Library was in front of us."

I looked at the photo for a moment before we dashed back into the living room. Since the sun was shining a strong orange light as it was about to set, Xingqiu dimmed the living room by drawing the curtains. They were really very long curtains because the windows went from the end to the beginning.

As he was about to draw the curtain further, I tapped his shoulder. Confused, he tried to turn to me until I blew in his ear and ran away. He made a sound of shock and ran after me.

He managed to catch me immediately. "Do you want me to punish you?" He laughed, trying to hold me down. "And that would be how? Tickle me to death?" I teased with confidence. He softened a bit and shook his head.

"No, but... maybe more intense than at school a few days ago?" He whispered, stroking both hands down my side to my thighs. I didn't expect that at all and fell squealing to the carpet. I pulled him right down with me. Now I lay giggling caught between his arms as he knelt over me. I couldn't see him clearly at first because there were still a few rays of sunlight shining from the slits in the curtains.

Slowly I calmed down and looked up at him. Somehow this moment seemed very familiar to me.

Then it hit me. Right. That was when he and I were in the stairwell when I almost put my hand in-

"(Name)?" Huh?

I blinked a few times and looked back at him. Oh dear, was I absent-minded again? And what the thell was I thinking about? "Yeah?"

He smiled and put a hand on my cheek. "I'm always thinking about you..you know that, right?" Then he leaned closer.

"Hmh..yes.." I continued to hold eye contact with him. Ahh..for him to just say it like that..

"I'm relieved to hear that."

He then lifted my chin and placed a kiss on my lips. Automatically, I closed my eyes at that. How long had it been...? I missed his lips. But unfortunately, it was very short.

"Xingqiu..one more time?" I asked softly. From the second kiss, it turned into a third..then fourth..then..oh, forget it. I stopped counting a long time ago.

We then innocently drank lemonade and watched the movies. When Xu came back, he saw us in this sight. The look on his face told me that he needed a vacation badly. Xingqiu seemed to have been very amused.

"Huuh..but we sat here all the time, right (Name)?"

"Yeah..of course." Man, do I feel guilty.

Eventually, I went home before it got late. I would have loved to stay with him longer. But there will be another time soon. As I walked quietly through the streets, I reflected a bit.

Actually, today we could have discussed what will become of us when he moves away. It won't be long now. But we still have time. I remembered how he said then that he will look for a solution. All right, then I'll try to do that too. Even if I realize that it will be difficult if we will live far away from each other. No, no. After all, it's not just about me. There are the others. Besides, he himself has to process what he's still leaving behind.

I realized now that maybe it was good that we didn't talk about it today. And surely it is good not to plan much and leave it to fate...

Now I'm getting a headache again.

I notice that in this situation I get the total block of thoughts. I sighed and entered my home. I went to greet my mother and found her in the living room as a result. She was looking at some photos.

What I found strange, however, was that she didn't question where I was.

"Are you getting nostalgic, Mom?" She continued to turn the pages.

"I was actually trying to pick out a photo for my card..and now I'm distracted." Who hasn't been there? Anyway, it happened to me when I was cleaning out some toys from my kindergarten days.

"Look, this is you and me. You were I think..3 years old? Maybe there's something written on the back." I sat down with her and took one look at the photo. It was only very slightly creased, yet well kept.

Hold on a second.

"What is it? Can't you make out what's pictured?"

My heart started to race slightly. If you look closely, you can see in the background the back of a woman who had placed her hands on the shoulders of her child while kneeling down. A man was half in view who seemed to be taking the picture. I flipped the picture over.

On the back, there actually seemed to be something written.

"(Name) with her mother in front of the Central Library. Autumn, 1991." I whispered.

Speechless, I lowered the photo in front of my face. The family behind me and my mother in this picture..This couldn't be true?

Masterlist

Part 9

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #romance #fanfic #xingqiu x reader #chongyun #love #tartaglia #hu tao #yun jin #xinyan #shenhe #kisses #cute

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iamheadphones · 2 years

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June 9, 3027

“You got a deal.” Addie said as she held her hand out before grabbing her phone. Leilia did the same before the two shook their phones like they were shaking hands. They two put their phones down before Leilia spoke. “Btw I’ll help you out a bit.” Leilia said as she leaned closer to her phone. “I think your older brother and that guy that picked him up would make a cute couple.” Leilia said. “Are you just saying that because he picked him up, and chased him around the backyard?” Addie asked, disappointed. “Well isn’t that something boys do when they're in love?” Leilia asked. “I don’t know.” Addie said. “How do you not know you have two brothers?” Leilia exclaimed. “What? Do you think I go up to them and ask them, “Hey, what do you do when you like someone?” Addie replied sarcastically. “Good point. But why not?” Leilia asked before Addie’s mind went to the memories of the day before. The yelling, the anger in both Evan and Elliot’s voices. The finger pointed at both of them that one would only expect to see in movies. Their doors slamming shut behind them. Chase actually being scared that day sent the signal to her brian that whatever was said scared him. “Addie!” Addie snapped out her trance as she looked at Leilia. “You good girl? You look like you just had war flashbacks.” Leilia said jokingly. “Cause I did.” Addie answered quietly. Leilia looked at her. Her smile vanished from her face. Addie looked down at the mass of different shapes they had doodle on her notebook. “Has your sister and her spouse ever had any arguments?” Addie asked. “What do you mean?” “Like they got in an actual argument where they were yelling at each other. And telling them things they didn’t like about the other.” Addie said. Leilia went silent. “I never have seen it happen in front of me, but my sister has given me relationship advice for if and when I get in a relationship. She told me that arguments do happen in relationships, including romantic relationships. She mentioned she and her husband have had arguments before. Sometimes they were over the little things, other times they were more major. I actually hadn’t expected it because the movies don’t always show us the couples after the relationship. They just show us how they got together.” Leilia brought up. “Huh, I never actually thought about that.” Addie said. “I know it's crazy right? Even if your brother has had an argument with that boy, I think there is a probability they could be together. And even if you don’t agree, you could try to match him with someone else.” Leilia said as Addie smiled. All of a sudden a door opened from Leilia’s side of the phone. “Leilia, what have I said about shouting?” A sassy tone came as Leilia looked off screen. “Sorry mama.” Leilia apologized. “Who are you even calling?” Leilia’s mom asked as Addie could hear the footsteps approaching the screen. “Hi miss Larigo.” Addie said as she waved at Leilia’s mother. “Oh hello Addie.” Mrs.Larigo said with a smile. “Do you mind if I borrow my daughter for dinner?” Addie laughed at Mrs.Larigo’s remark. “Sure. Bye Leilia.” Addie said as she waved at Leilia. “Bye Addie.” Leilia said before both hung up. Almost immediately afterward her door burst open. Addie jumped as she looked to see Ella. One of her sound densers were out of her ears. “My room tea party.” Ella said with a wink as Addie looked at her mouth agape. Before getting up and walking to Ella’s room as Ella walked over to Chase’s room.

#chaos krew #story #writers #writers on tumblr

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denkiillgetmochiwyou · 3 years

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𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 - 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

-> (gn) manager who finds random things cute and kinda fixates on them.

warnings: none

teams: inarizaki, aoba johsai, karasuno, fukurodani, shiratorizawa

a/n: some of these are kinda short but you get it ><

inarizaki

you cant tell me kitas name doesnt sound adorable

anyways

this would have been your first time meeting the team

you had applied cus your teacher said it'd look good on ur uni applications

totally not cus the team is cute

and youd show up to ur first practice hoping not to embarrass yourself

and then u heard the captains name

like what business does he have having such a nice name to say

kita

its so cute

and you kinda just repeated it in a small voice, in a daze

ur small little "kita-san.." uwu

the team immediately decided they needed to protect u at all costs

they were stunned

like how were u so cute?

i bet u suna caught it on video

they've all tried to get him to send it but he refuses

atsumu thinks hes selfish

aoba johsai

you had been a manager for a while

they hadnt seen your random cute fixations yet

tbh i cant expect many things in the gym to be cute tho

that was until you had pulled a sharpie out one day

you draw a small :) on the white of the ball

you were so proud

you had kept the ball beside u then, unwilling to give it up

that was until oikawa said something dumb

cus when doesnt he apparently

iwa had been standing near u, drinking from his bottle and picked up the closest volleyball

which happened to be urs

as he prepared to throw it u had grabbed his arm, making him pause

u were pouting

why were u pouting?

"see manager-chan appreciates me!" everyone ignored him

"not that one" u pointed to ur smiley face

iwa's heart just melted

the rest of the team were in shock, he gave the ball back???

hanamaki definitely handed iwa a different ball

oikawa still got hit

but the team adore u even more now

karasuno

to be very fair yachi's hair ties/clips are so cute

when she came to visit for the first time u were abnormally quiet

kiyoko was the first to ask what was up

"she had little stars in her hair"

kiyoko is soft hhh

tsukishima definitely made fun of u issokay tho the second year duo beat him up for u

he would understand tho when u later show off a cute dino sticker u had

suga vowed to buy you ur own clips

first years are kinda confused

they love u tho and ur so cute so its fine

fukurodani

u were beaming when u came to practice

team is 100% confused

like what happened to u??

kinds just assumed u did well on a test or smth

until they see u staring at ur notebook more

u were so distracted bokuto almost hit u with a spike.

akaashi finally asks

"oh, theyre just really cute" ur little grin ahhh

theyre so soft for you its not funny anymore

u showing off your little owl stickers, they looked like the team too?

it made their day

like why did u have to be so adorable

youre pulling all their heartstrings

bokuto pulled u into a hug

mans has so much love to give

the boys put kaori and yukie on yn duty afterwards tho no spikes to the head today maam

shiratorizawa

u were so happy

you finally got a plant to grow

and boy was it cute

the tiny sprout in your small bird shaped pot

hell yes

you were so happy

and the first thing u did?

went on a mission to show the team

the first person you found was tendou

"satori! look at my little baby plant. isnt it cute?!"

he was just trying to read his jump why did u have to attack him like this 😩

he just agreed and let you go on ur cute rant about it

boy was distracted by you

then you found ushijima coming back from a run

he was so excited you were also interested in plants

you two had a whole talk about how hard it was to grow one in the dorms

soon the rest of the team had found you

all whispering to each other about how cute u are

yamagata managed to snap a photo

semi and reon tried to see what other things that would make you like this again

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #manager reader #haikyuu x manager #shiratorizawa x reader #shiratorizawa x manager reader #inarizaki x reader #inarizaki x manager reader #karasuno x reader #karasuno x manager reader #fukurodani x reader #fukurodani x manager reader #seijoh x reader #seijoh x manager reader #aoba johsai x reader

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avalynnemarie · 2 years

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His Blithering

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5

^Read the old parts to understand better <3

Pairing: Midoriya x f!reader, Bakugou x f!reader (mentioned)

AU: Family AU/Future AU, Soulmates AU

Genre: Angst, Fluff(?)

Warnings: mentions of affairs and/or cheating, i-will-treat-you-better vibe, swearing.

Keys:

Y/N = Your name

H/C = Hair Color

Accismus, the series.

Welcome to my blog!

This fanfiction is supposed to display Deku watching Bakugou and Y/N's relationship from the sidelines, slightly regretting introducing them together. But now that they fell apart, he could take his chance to take what was originally his. When the text is slanted, you are currently reading Deku's thoughts or in third-person. It is highly recommended to listen to the song during or before reading 'His Blithering'. Enjoy!

A/N 2: I remade this because I didn't like it.

"I can't believe we're finally alone, I can't believe I almost went home"

After many years, the class of 3-A decided to host a reunion party to see their classmates once again. Not as hero's, but as friends. Not many came but one of the people who came was Deku. He deserves a break, being #1 hero is truly a pain– that's how many people put it anyway and he can't deny it either. While he was talking with his classmates, he saw a familiar tuft of H/C hair. But alas, before he could approach her– it was time to dance and that's when he lost sight of Y/N. After some time, he finally found her talking to Uraraka. Now usually, Bakugou would be next to her but he was nowhere to be found. Finally.

"What are the chances? Everyone's dancing, and he's not with you"

He was overjoyed that possessive man wasn't with Y/N or else he would have NO chance talking to her, it's no fair how other boys can talk to the girl but not him. During that period, Deku would only watch them from the sidelines. He can't help but feel jealous of how happy Y/N was— I mean, happiness is good and all! But because of Bakugou, he couldn't mingle and get to know Y/N better. There was still a blank page in his notebook that was supposed to be full of sketches and observations of Y/N's quirk, but then again..

"The universe must have divined this. What am I gonna do, not grab your wrist?"

He saw how Bakugou would only be with Y/N to watch her, he made no efforts in joining the conversation. He was just.. staring? Was he doubtful of Y/N's loyalty? (Ironic, isn't it?) Whenever Bakugou would get bored or uncomfortable, he'd drag Y/N away by her wrist–ignoring her protests. The couple would argue about the situation that happened earlier. Every, single, time.

"I could be a better boyfriend than him, I could do the shit that he never did– Up all night, I won't quit"

Deku would feel bad for Y/N afterwards, despite being treated like dogshit; Y/N is still devoted to Bakugou. He used to think that the couple wouldn't last until next year, or next. Words couldn't describe what Deku felt when they got married. He watched Y/N walk down the altar wearing the most beautiful dress he'd ever seen, he watched one of his dreams get lost into the void. He wanted to object, he really did. It's hopeless isn't it? I could be a better boyfriend than him, though. Deku immediately shakes his thoughts away, what? He shouldn't be thinking this, Bakugou and Y/N are happy with eachother– he has no right to go in-between their relationship. But he still can't help but feel..

"Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him. I could be such a gentleman"

He always liked Y/N way before Bakugou did– in fact, he was the one who introduced him to her. He had no intention being a matchmaker nor a third wheel, he just wanted Y/N to make a great friend. He remembered how Y/N thanked him for introducing the 'love of her life' to her, oblivious to his feelings. He felt bitter about it– especially when Bakugou had that prideful smirk telling Deku that Y/N wasn't his, not anymore. Many girls were attracted to Deku because of his kindness and strength but he had no reason to accept them. He only watched from the sidelines as the couple lived their best life with eachother.

"Plus all my clothes would fit, I could be a better boyfriend!"

He only gave up when Y/N had Kasumi, they were already happy with eachother– so why bother? It disgusted him when Y/N would wear Bakugou's clothes during their highschool years, it was always oversized; just the way how she'd like it. Bakugou refused to be lovey-dovey with her despite Y/N being a hopeless romantic/savage flirt, but if Deku was Bakugou, he'd hold her like she was a priceless treasure.

"I don't need to tell you twice, all the ways he can't suffice"

One observation he had of Bakugou was he didn't know how to express his feelings properly, instead– he provides for them. He'll buy anything and everything for Y/N, he rarely gives her affection. Y/N must be lonely because of this and he's surprised that nobody hit her up yet, were they scared of Bakugou? Deku couldn't blame them, who could approach her when he can't do it? Well.. Deku looked around the room and sighed in relief when he realized that Bakugou didn't attend and started walking towards Y/N. If he had a tail then it would be wagging rapidly.

"If I could give you some advice– I would leave with me tonight"

"Oh? Deku, is that you? You've grown taller!" said Uraraka, who giggled after. Deku smiled and waved as a greeting, his eyes darted to Y/N's – who looked disturbed. 'Just what is she thinking?' Deku stared at her with concern and concentration, like he was trying to read her mind. His piercing gaze was noticed by Uraraka who playfully gave him a slap on the back, as a sign to stop. The tension in the air was high and the silence wasn't making the situation any better. Just moments ago, Y/N was being a social butterfly but now? She was acting like a stranger to both of them, she was clearly uncomfortable.

"Ladies first, baby. I insist, I could be a better boyfriend than him"

"Y/N.. Are you okay? You're so silent.. " Uraraka said with concern, trying to reassure the troubled girl. Y/N realized the awkward situation she caused, she smiled at Uraraka comfortingly and greeted Deku. "I apologize, I was thinking of.. someone" Said Y/N, clearly distressed but Uraraka completely misunderstood the situation– "Oh my, Y/N~ Is it who I think it is?" Uraraka smirked and teased Y/N throughout the conversation while Y/N was blushing in embarrassment and tried changing the topic.

'It's like they completely forgot about me!'

Deku was thinking of how to join in the conversation when Y/N's phone suddenly rang.

"I never would have left you alone here on your own glued to your phone"

A name "Natsuki" appeared on the screen, realizing the importance of this call– Y/N excused herself and went to answer the call. Deku was lost in his thoughts again,

'just what exactly is happening? Did Bakugou finally– no, I shouldn't think negati-'

"Deku, I think you should go after Y/N." Uraraka unintentionally interrupted his thoughts, her tone was teasing and at the same time genuine. "Ochako, shouldn't you go after her? You two are close friends after all, I'm just her husband's rival. It would make things worse between them if Kacchan were to find out." Said Deku, rubbing the back of his neck in doubt. Uraraka gasped at his words, she made him bend down to her height so that she could whisper; "You didn't know? They already broke up years ago!" It was finally Deku's turn to gasp, he perked up at her words.'Broke up? Did they really-?' Because of this, Deku ran after Y/N, ignoring the brunette. His reaction probably made her satisfied anyway.

"Never would have left you alone for someone else to take you home"

Deku listened to the voices inside the women's bathroom, he couldn't sacrifice his dignity only to listen to a conversation between Y/N and her daughter. And besides, he could hear decently with his ear on the door. Natsuki was trying to convince Y/N to come home, obviously worried. She reassured her daughter that everything was doing well and she was surrounded by people she trusts. Y/N's words passed through Natsuki's ears, the blonde teen was scared of her mother finding another man. She didn't want her mother to go through the same pain she suffered years ago, she kept protesting until Y/N agreed that she would come home. Deku didn't want her to come home yet, he had so much to say..!

"I could be a better boyfriend than him, I could do the shit that he never did. Up all night, I won't quit"

Y/N walked out of the door, preparing to leave but she was stopped by Deku– who grabbed her wrist softly and dragged her to a corner. Y/N was surprised but still remained calm, she was never treated this gentle before. "Y/N, I—.. Could we have a proper conversation? Back then, we couldn't even hand eachother pencils without being called out by–" said Deku, clearly nervous because this was the first time they properly talked in years. "Yes, we may. I'm sure you have questions, no? Go ahead." Y/N interrupted, interested in what he has to say. Deku smiled at this and began asking her questions he longed to ask, it was worth waiting years for this. Until it came to one question, an important one.

"I'm gonna steal you from him, I could be such a gentleman"

"Y/N is true that you and Bakugou..? I'm curious, I heard it from Uraraka." said Deku, clearly interested in the topic but this question made Y/N upset. "Yes, things didn't work out between us. He must've thought I was boring because I was taking care of our children and didn't have time for him and had an affair with my childhood best friend." said Y/N, slightly annoyed by the sound of his name. "If that's the case.." said Deku, who started to walk slowly towards Y/N. He was too close for Y/N's comfort but she held back, curious of his future actions. At this point she was cornered by him, his hand on the right side of her head– trapping her. Now his face was close to hers, his hot breath against her face. She turned her head away from him, flustered. She hasn't felt this in a long, long time.

Deku cupped Y/N's cheek, slowly turning her face to face his. She blushed at the contact and tried to avert her eyes away from the greenette, his spare hand travelled down to her waist possessively. The tension in the air was high but Deku still looked at her lovingly, obsessively. He waited for this moment for years. He leaned against her and whispered something that made the girl blush harder.

I love you, Y/N. I waited for this moment for years, I kept watching you and Bakugou from the sidelines. I wanted something– someone. It's you, I want to be with you. Be mine, I promise to treat you better, better than he ever did.

Extra: Months later..

"Calm down, Katsuki. It's been years and– you have me! I may not be Y/N but-" said Himari, trying her hardest to reassure her angry lover. She flinched when Bakugou looked at her with fury, hate and disgust. "YOU WHORE!" Bakugou stomped towards her and grabbed a fistful of her blueberry-colored hair, causing Himari to scream in pain and fear. "If only you didn't come in between Y/N and I's relationship, LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE! Y/N is engaged to that damned—" Bakugou shouted, before getting interrupted by Himari. "Oh my go– Why are you like this?! It wasn't my fault, MOVE. ON." Bakugou's angry expression faded and was replaced with guilt, this was the same way he treated his daughter. Not that he cares or regrets it anyway, Y/N was still his wife because he refused to sign those damned papers. Katsuki let go of Himari's hair causing her to fall to the ground. "You asshole, she was my best friend. I known her longer than you have and secondly– you paid me! I was in a debt and you treat me like this?! Just some common whore?" Himari angrily shouted back and left their house quickly to cool herself off. Bakugou thought of her words and.. she's right. There was no point in trying to convince himself that Y/N was in the wrong for being boring, bland, busy.

It was his fault.

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Y/N sees Katsuki in him and she hates herself for it, the loving touches and how he shows her and her–.. their children off to the world. She's terrified, why did she even accept Deku's proposal? Was it guilt? Was it because she was trained not to say no? She should be happy for marrying such a loving man, but why does she have these thoughts? She isn't in love with Deku, she's in love with how gentle he treats her. She's in love with his soothing voice, in love with how he holds her so lovingly–not wanting to let go. She just wanted for Katsuki to treat her this way and she doesn't want to mess this marriage up, but what's love if the other one is longing for another?

"Love, please. You shouldn't be going out especially at night, the crime rate is going up–I don't want you hurt."

"I'll be fine, Katsuki. Are you underestimating your wife's abilities?" Y/N giggled, turning around to face her husband. Her smile faded in realization, she stared at Deku whom hung his head low. "Iz—"

"If you love Katsuki so much then go spend the night with him, I know you want too. Why did you even marry me? "

Y/N stared at the distraught man, hesitating. She didn't know how to answer that question, she didn't even know what the answer was. "Izuku, let me exp–"

"Both of us already know the answer, we just don't want to accept the truth. It's alright, I understand."

"No matter what, I'll still love you unconditionally."

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heyhoeudoin · 2 years

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YOU WANNA BET?

"Told you I'd win, can't believe you underestimated me, mi amor."

pairing: camilo madrigal x fem!reader

words: 2.8k

genre: fluff

warning/s: you and camilo are 19 in this, mention of kissing (i tried), camilo thinking the worst

synopsis: you and camilo made a bet whether or not he gets 'arranged married'

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a/n: took me a while to complete this since i had another idea, but i like to stay on one project at a time. enjoy!

you, y/n l/n, have been dating one of the madrigals; camilo, for almost a year now. the weird part about this relationship is that: no one knows, not even dolores, somehow. how did that happen? well, funny story.

you and camilo have been good friends for a while now, a couple of years. camilo had recently found out that he like—love—you, which made him avoid you for two days. however, you noticed immediately that he was avoiding you a couple hours in. how? well, usually when he sees you, he would hug you from behind or wrap his arms around your waist. even though he did that multiple times, it still made your heart flutter.

yes, you love him as well.

the only reason why you hadn't confessed is because of one thing only: dolores. you want some privacy at the start of a relationship and if dolores can hear everything that you two do then it's embarrassing. once things get more natural and such, then you'd be okay with having an open relationship.

anyways, when camilo was avoiding you, you gave it to him; you allowed him to avoid you. until after two days because you're impatient and have anger issues, so you made a plan to finally confess to him. why confess? because you're not dense. you know that camilo's been avoiding you because he reciprocated back; he became so flustered every time he sees you and would go red and crumble whenever you make eye contact with him.

it's cute, very cute.

thus why you'll do it for him; get the balls to confess (well, mostly because you want him to be yours and you to be his) and you know exactly how.

so the next day, you prepared everything; notebooks, a picnic, a spot far away from the casita, a horse, and blindfolds. what exactly is your plan? well, you're going to kidnap him!

here you are on the horse, holding mouth gags aka blindfolds and hiding by an alleyway. you had already told the town that you will be kidnapping camilo, you had also muttered in your room to dolores about you kidnapping camilo (and will bring him back by the end of the day) because he has did you wrong. you hopefully prayed that dolores didn't question any further and tell the entire family about it.

camilo looked around the town, cautious to bump into you, which isn't a bad thing, but he's heart isn't going to live by the end of it. ever since he realized his feelings for you, he can't help but panic. there's nothing wrong with loving someone, of course, he just knows that you want privacy when starting a relationship. he's a madrigal; there is no privacy, so for the past two days, he's been trying to think of a way to have privacy. too bad for him, while he was walking down the town thinking of you and thinking of avoiding you, he got kidnapped.

by you, of course.

you took your horse and galloped towards him, grabbing him by the back of his shirt then tying the cloth around his mouth so he couldn't scream. it was a bit difficult to tie him up on a moving horse, so you knocked him out instead.

which was an impulse decision.

you also panicked afterwards.

you brought him exactly two miles away from encanto because you were not risking it. camilo also woke up on the journey, but you had already tied him up as well as blindfolded him. you heard muffled screaming from him which made you laugh, 'he's probably praying right now.'

he was not.

camilo woke up being tide up, gagged, and blindfolded. he could also feel that he's on a horse. he panicked first, of course, 'i'm gonna die, i'm not going to be able to marry y/n! have kids! kiss her! hug her! confess to her! wait a second-' right now, he just got major deja vu. 'this never happened to me, but it sure does feel familiar.' then it hit him.

"if someone is avoiding me, you know what i'd do? well, i'd kidnap them using a horse; tie them up, gag them, then blindfolded. i haven't done it 'cause no one has the guts to avoid me, although i'd love to do it to you, but that wasn't an invitation to ignore me."

'oh my– it's y/n. i am so dead.'

from all his internal panicking, the two of you arrived at your picnic. you carried him over to the picnic setup you had in advance then took off the mouth gag first. why? because– "y/n! how dare you kidnap me?!" camilo first shouted out, feeling his mouth back, "...then again i did avoid you for two days straight and you also told me what'd you do if that ever happens, even telling me that you'd love to do it and now, here i am..." then realizes his mistake, sighs, "i'm sorry, y/n." and now he's pouting; that's your weakness.

you hit his head then took off the blindfold, "stop pouting you freak, you're making me feel bad." you told him as he stared at you with sparkles in his eyes. you saw him staring at you weirdly and decided to cut to the chase, "i know why you've been avoiding me." with that, camilo's face immediately went into a panic; one second he looked at you with tender in his eyes then the next, panic. you laughed while pointing at his face, slowly falling onto the blanket, "your face! oh my gosh!"

camilo then started squirming, "i'm not ready! i know you want privacy and i can't provide that, but i just–" knowing what he'll say next, you gagged him again, "shut up for a second, i have a plan. i took us two miles away from encanto to avoid your sister, dolores. oh speaking of, i also told her that you'll be kidnapped by me so no need to worry about your family worrying." you told him as he nodded at you then you took his gag off, again, and also his ropes.

the moment you took off camilo's ropes, he immediately went over to you and laid his head on your lap to which you started playing with his hair. you gave him one of your rare soft smiles which he absolutely adores. although, the moment went away once you turned and grabbed your prepared notebook and gave it to him, "read it, my entire plan is in there." camilo took the notebook from your hands and opened the first page.

—i love you too, you adorable weirdo

camilo started crying already which made you sigh and hit his head, again. "keep reading, you're going to cry more if you're already crying at this one." you shyly say with blush on your cheek since after he read that, he immediately hugged you; you on his lap now. how the turns have tabled (i'm so sorry). he followed your 'orders' and continued reading, while throughout hugging you and keeping you close. you've been blushing the entire time since you're not used to this level of affection; it would always be holding hands and head pats, of course hugs as well, but this is practically cuddling!

—you are now my boyfriend as i am your girlfriend —i have a plan to get somewhat privacy —you and i have already displayed public affection like holding hands, etc. —we can just keep doing that and it won't be suspicious —but in private, let's go crazy since we both rather do that in private —no saying of things that would make us deemed as couples since dolores exists —i cannot go to your casita, but you can go to mine —we can keep this up after a few months of us figuring out stuff and getting used to it —if you need affection when we're in public, you know what to do (give me a signal, don't do something dumb) or make it discreet

after he was done reading, he started tapping on your arm and you knew exactly why. you leaned over to the basket and brought out a pen and handed it to him to which he started writing on a blank page.

_this is the best day of my life _and i agree to your plan _also just so you know, we both agree that i'm gonna be the one to most likely mess this up right?

you let out a laugh as camilo hits you, "yes, of course." you laughed more as he turned to you with a frown and crossed his arms. you sighed then smiled at him before leaning over and giving him a kiss on the lips. before you could pull back though, camilo took a hold of both your wrists, stopping you. then leaned towards you, deepened the kiss turning it into a make out session. after a couple more seconds, you pulled away panting and with a very red face while camilo had a wide smile on his face, a bit red as well, but not as much as you.

"you trying to kill me?!" you shouted as you sat up on his lap, before shyly looking away, "do it again." you whispered out, feeling very embarrassed. camilo's smile turned into a smug smirk, he raised his hand to hold your chin and turned your head so that you made eye contact with him. he licked his lips, "this truly is the best day of my life; seeing you being submissive as hell." you scoffed at him, getting impatient, "just kiss me already!"

well let's just say that the two you had a pleasant time.

back to the present, you and camilo are just hanging out in town then finally stopped by the river.

the two of you sat down, well, camilo more so laid on you while you sat down. "now that we're alone, i got something to tell you." he says then takes a deep breath, "i overheard my parents and abuela talking about me getting a partner; they set me up to have an arranged marriage." then he shut his eyes closed, thinking of the worst out of your reaction, 'oh god, she's quiet, i'm dead, it's over. my y/n is gone!' after almost a minute, he opened one of his eyes to see you in your focus mode.

camilo stood up from your lap then gently held your head so that your the one lying down this time, "y/n? if you're thinking that it's you, i'm pretty sure it's not. i mean, no one knows you exist in my life besides for dolores and mirabel and maybe isabela! my parents and my abuela doesn't know you because you never come over! through the front floor that is, but that's besides the point. i'm sorry y/n!" he went on a panic explanation while playing with your hair to mostly try to calm him down.

you, on the other hand, just laughed, "ha! wanna bet?" you called out while camilo turned to you with a deadpanned expression, "are you serious?" then a smirk appeared on your face as you stood up from his lap, "yes, i'm very serious. i bet you that i'm your 'arranged fiancée' and you will bet that i'm not." you say very confidently as he stutters out because of you looking incredibly hot while looking down on him. he shook his head and stood up as well, "fine! deal."

the two of you shook hands on it.

almost a week later, camilo came back home (after finishing his chores) to a 'preparation'. he looked around confused: isabela covering the walls with flowers, luisa moving the furnitures, tia julieta cooking as per usual, but with more a bit more than 'per usual', dolores whispering over to abuela, and his parents panicking; well more so his mami while his papa calms her down. "what's the occasion?" he asks strolling into his casita.

pepa, felix, alma, and dolores went over to camilo immediately after he got his presence known. pepa gave her son a big hug, "oh camilo, the occasion is that we'll be having a guest over... for dinner. you should prepare, go on now." she says gently as camilo gave his mother a kiss on the cheek then stared in confusion, "you guys are making me nervous," he exaggerated his point by pointing to each of them, "this dinner got something to do with me, huh?" he says in a 'as a matter of fact' way while nodding his head.

alma sighs before placing a hand on her grandson's shoulder, "camilo... yes the dinner will revolve around you." she would have said more, if not for dolores interrupting, "she's almost here, with mirabel. we should finish up." she mutters out before leaving towards the door. pepa started panicking again, but felix being the wonderful husband that he is, comforts her and walks her over to the dinner table. alma turned back to camilo, "go get ready, camilo. tonight will be a surprise for you." she says before walking away as well.

camilo went back up to his room and gotten ready, however, during that he can't help but think back to the conversation he overheard almost a week ago. "i'm so sorry, y/n" he whispers out getting teary eyed before going back down with a smile on his face, a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

the moment he got down by the entrance, dolores moved him to a position wherein he won't be able to see who comes through the door. camilo sighs, seeing through it, "tonight's going to be bad." he mutters out. dolores sighs next to him, "they're here. also, tonight is going to be the best night of your life, next to that day." she giggles out as camilo turned to her with wide eyes, "w h A t?"

camilo didn't dare look up from the floor hearing that the woman he's 'supposedly' engaged to is here, "thank you for having me, hopefully i'm dressed to the occasion." a familiar voice rang through his ears, then he finally looked up to see you.

you turned to him with a smirk, walked up to him, "i'm your fiancée, camilo." then the two you doing your signature high-five, "no way! here i was panicking that it wasn't you!" camilo let out a scream of shock and engulfed you into a hug to which you gave back, "also, i won the bet so give." you say after breaking the hug and stretched your hand towards him. camilo groans suddenly remembering the bet and dug through his pockets and gave you a few bills, "right... i forgot. how dare you win, but i'm glad you won. actually, i feel like i won instead." he says now smug with extended hands as you just hit him on the chest, stuffing the money in your bra.

pepa looked at her son in confusion, "sorry what's happening?" she asked with a dark cloud on her head. you and camilo turned back to his family, while he wrapped his arm around your waist, "mami, papa, everyone. this woman right here is my best friend... and my lovely girlfriend." he explained as pepa's cloud turned into a huge rainbow. "me and camilo have been dating for almost a year now. sorry we didn't say anything, i just preferred to have privacy at first and camilo agreed. we've been planning to give out the news by a few weeks in time, but this is way better." you explained with a smirk on your face making camilo nudge you, "hey!"

alma looked at the two of you with a warm smile, happy that his supposed wife is someone he truly loves. she extended her arms, "well, this is an amazing surprise! which why we should celebrate, let's feast!" she exclaims as she pushes the two of you into the dinning area.

you and camilo took a seat next to each other, then right immediately, mirabel asked you a question, "y/n, how did you guys made a bet on the arranged marriage?" she gave passed over the food while she asked. camilo started getting nervous and you saw so you placed a hand over his, "well, i heard from camilo—calm down—that he overheard his parents and his abuela talking about it and we had a date that day as well, so he told me about it. then that's when i got the wonderful idea of making a bet, to which i was confidently sure that i would win at. in which i did, right mi amor?" you turned to him with a teasing smile while he just groaned in response, "well, more like i won this bet." you rolled your eyes at him, "sure~"

isabela then also asked you something, "so y/n, how exactly did you and camilo date each other without anyone knowing? more importantly, without dolores knowing?" you laughed and gave a smirk, "well, funny story actually."

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house-of-galathynius · 2 years

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Sacred Heart - Chapter One

Prologue

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Song of the chapter: Who Are You? - Aquilo

Five Years Later

Aelin laughed at something Elide said and took a big gulp of her coffee.

It was nine in the morning and she’d already had such a hectic day. Her mood mirrored the weather which was cold, wet and grey. Aelin was in such a sour mood when she had arrived at the office that she had immediately gone to the large armchair in the lobby and taken the time to catch her breath. Elide had seen Aelin’s disheveled look and shoved a large cup of coffee into her hands.

The company of her friends was always a mood lifter, and she was grateful that even though she felt like somehow the world was against her today, she was still able to laugh.

“We have a quiet afternoon today. Maybe we can grab some lunch and go over some of the weddings that are coming up and see if we can organise what we need to bulk buy and which florists we want to use this year.” Elide was flicking through her notebook, scribbling down points and reminders.

Three years ago almost to the day, Aelin, Lysandra and Elide had decided to go into business together. It had been a bit of a spur of the moment idea, but Lysandra was getting married and wedding planning seemed to be something the three of them enjoyed and so the idea had sprung up and within a few months they had secured office space and had two weddings already booked for that summer.

Since then, they had grown a lot. The small office space they had started with had morphed into taking up an entire floor of space in one of the tower blocks in the city centre. Their team of three had grown to a team of fifteen and they were organising anywhere between fifty and eighty weddings between March and September.

Aelin looked up from her coffee to Lysandra who was struggling with an armful of fabrics.

“Which ones do you think I should offer to the Barratt wedding? They wanted cool tones, but I think with her venue the warmer orange tones would work better.”

Aelin glanced over the array of fabrics that she had now spread over a table. “I think you should show her some of the ones she wants and then bring out the warmer ones afterwards to compare. She’s a bridezilla and she’s caused enough stress as it is, just let her think she knows best.”

Aelin pulled her phone from the back pocket of her jeans and cursed when she saw a missed call. Her eyes then widening as she realised the time.

“Fuck. I need to get going,” she pulled on her jacket. “I’m meeting the new client today down at Oakwoods cafe. I’ll be back in a couple of hours. Don’t forget to tell Cara that she needs to call the wine vendor and get them to confirm the selection for the Roswell’s reception.” She was half way out the door before spinning around and jogging back to Elide, “also I know this is annoying but can you call my mum or dad and see if they can pick Maia up today? I have therapy at three and can’t get her.”

“Sure, I’ll call them. If they can’t help out, I’m free this afternoon so I can always get her and watch her until you’re done.” Elide smiled warmly.

Aelin nodded her thanks and promptly rushed out of the door.

The air was still cold despite it being mid-April. Usually by now the trees had already filled out with leaves and the blossoms would be at full bloom. But the winter this year had dragged on— something that was very unusual.

She pulled her coat tighter around herself and checked her phone to see how late she would be. Oakwoods was only a fifteen minute walk but the city was busy today and there were so many street closures. Aelin was half tempted to jump on the metro but she had to start exercising more, her personal trainer would give her a scolding if he knew she was using the metro for such small journeys. She mulled over taking it for a second more and decided against it, battling her way past the hoards of people and half jogging to Oakwoods.

Aelin’s bag was heavy with files and brochures on her back and the wind was whipping her hair around her face, but she made it to Oakwoods with five minutes to spare and had enough time to find a table in the back and order another coffee— this time with extra pumps of vanilla and enough cinnamon to make her smell like Christmas.

She finally sat down and pulled out her laptop and notepad. She was usually a lot more organised than this, but she had been too busy last night to even glance over the client information and she had literally crawled into bed and barely been able to keep her eyes open for a minute before she had fallen asleep.

So she opened the folder of her client and started to look through it.

Lyria Hess, twenty-six years old and engaged for three months, she was hoping for a September wedding and wanted it small and intimate. No specific religion and didn’t specify a theme.

Aelin thought that this was probably as good as it was going to get. Most brides that came to them at least some idea of what they wanted. But this was good. Aelin liked the open-minded brides, it meant she could be more creative in the planning and they tended to be a lot more easy-going.

She quickly bullet-pointed some ideas and familiarised herself with the options that were available in September. Aelin glanced over Lyria’s form once more and noticed that she hadn’t added her fiancés name; which was fine, it was the first meeting and she’d meet them eventually anyway.

A couple of minutes later she heard the door of the cafe open and she glanced up to see a petite woman walk through, she was beautiful in a very soft and understated sort of way. Aelin assumed this was Lyria and was already going through all the colours and dress styles that would look nice on her. Aelin could always tell without talking to her clients what they would be like; and if she had to guess, Lyria would be easy-going.

Aelin held her hand up in a small wave (and hoped) that it was in fact Lyria. With a sigh of relief, she waved back and hurried over.

“Hi, you must be Aelin?” Lyria held the strap of her bag as she continued, “I’m Lyria, it’s so nice to finally meet you!”

Aelin grinned. “Good to meet you too. You can grab a seat and I can get you a drink.”

“Oh, I can get it.” She looked a little nervous, and Aelin just shook her head giving Lyria a reassuring smile.

“I always treat the bride. Grab a seat,” Aelin pulled her purse from her backpack, “will your fiancé be joining us too?”

Lyria nodded. “He’ll be here soon, he had to go into his office for a minute.”

Aelin smiled again. “No worries. What will you both have?”

“I can just take a peppermint tea and he’ll have a black coffee.”

Aelin left Lyria to settle herself in and she went back up the counter to order. The man, or rather the boy, who was serving her was trying his best at flirting, and Aelin was doing her best at being polite— but he looked about eighteen and she was definitely not his type. He’d probably have a heart attack when he knew she had a daughter who was five years old.

She felt the cold breeze from outside as someone entered the cafe and she only caught a glimpse of them before the barista handed her the two drinks. She thanked him and pretended she didn’t notice the napkin he slipped her with his number on it, or the wink he had thrown her way as she had turned to leave.

Aelin was making her way back to the table, noticing that Lyria’s fiancé had arrived. Aelin rounded the table, cursing as she knocked over someone else’s bag. She quickly placed the drinks on the table without glancing up and apologised to the lady next to them and righted the bag before finally turning her attention back to her clients.

She finally looked up and started to introduce herself when she froze.

Aelin’s heart stopped, her mouth hung open mid-sentence.

She couldn’t move.

Or breath.

“Aelin, this is my fiancé. Rowan Whitethorn.”

Aelin didn’t register the words at first. She could barely register where she was and who was in front of her.

She stared at the man who had paused mid-sip of coffee and she was sure she was hallucinating. She was sure that her mind was playing tricks on her. She blinked a few times, but he was still there.

Rowan Whitethorn was sat in front of her. His own face white as a sheet as he realised who she was too.

“Have I missed something?” Lyria laughed nervously and placed her hand on Rowan’s shoulder. “Do you two know each other?”

Aelin shook her head lightly. “No. I—“ she swallowed. “He just looks a lot like someone I used to know.” Aelin cleared her throat. “It must be the late night and too much coffee.” She laughed nervously and tentatively took a seat.

Lyria’s shoulders relaxed and she let out a relieved laugh. “It’s funny how that happens sometimes. I thought I’d seen someone who looked exactly like one of my middle school teachers a few weeks ago, but it turned out I had just been drunk.”

Aelin managed a hollow laugh and then took a deep breath.

Lyria didn’t seem to feel the waves of tension coming from her and Rowan as she continued chatting away. “Rowan is usually a lot more polite than this.” Lyria nudged him and it seemed to break whatever trance he was in.

Rowan glared at Lyria, but when she urged him on he finally spoke.

“Hi.” It seemed to be the only thing he could manage, but it seemed enough for Lyria who smiled sweetly at him and Aelin felt her stomach twist.

“Aren’t you going to introduce yourself as well?” Lyria playfully swatted his arm and turned to Aelin before rolling her eyes as if to say men.

Aelin laughed it off, playing along. “No need for formal introductions. I’m sure I’ll get to know you both well enough during the planning.”

Planning for Rowan’s wedding. Holy fucking shit. Lysandra was going to lose her marbles when she found out.

“I brought some ideas with me, just random cutouts from magazines and I also printed out a Pinterest board I made. I didn’t know if that would be helpful or not.”

Aelin took a sip of coffee and nodded happily.

“Rowan says he doesn’t care, he’s happy for us to plan it all. He said we can give him the time and place and he’ll be there.”

Aelin choked. She held a hand up to her mouth and coughed a couple more times.

“Sorry, the coffee is hot.”

Lyria didn’t seem to mind and carried on. “So, this meeting is mostly just to get to know us, right?”

Aelin nodded, composing herself. “Yes. It’s good for me to get a feel of what you’re like as a couple. Also it’s good to know your likes and dislikes, what kind of vision you have for your big day etcetera.” Aelin turned her laptop around and pointed to something on the screen. “After today I’ll give you a login to this page and on it you can answer a few different quizzes and you can use this to make mood boards and to save links and whatnot. It’s also the easiest mode of communication between us whilst we’re planning.”

Lyria nodded, Rowan on the other hand still sat unmoving.

Aelin took a breath. “We can start today with just brainstorming together and then we can see where to go from there.”

Aelin dared a glance at Rowan. He was watching her with a stillness that was slightly unsettling. She immediately averted her gaze and went back to Lyria.

“So, why don’t you tell me a bit about your relationship and your vision for the wedding.”

Lyria smiled up at Rowan and Aelin tried not to show the anguish on her face.

“Well, we met about three years ago in Doranelle. I was working at my parents flower shop and Rowan came in to buy some daffodils for his mum. We moved in together about a year ago and about three months ago, Rowan proposed.”

Aelin cleared her throat. “Do you have anything you want to add, Rowan?” She could barely get his name out.

He shook his head. “She’s got it covered.”

Aelin shivered. She could pretend it was from the cold… but she would be lying. His voice was the same as it had been when she had first heard it seven years ago. The gravelly, raspiness that was somehow soothing but unbelievably sexy.

Gods. She needed to stop and get a serious grip.

She smiled brightly at Lyria. “How lovely. And you’re wanting a short engagement?”

Lyria nodded. “I feel like I’ve been waiting a million years to get married to Rowan already. So I want it to be as short of an engagement as possible.”

Aelin typed some things into her computer and looked back to Lyria. “Any specific things, like venue or date, that you’d like?”

“We want to get married at the church in Orynth. Rowan’s parents were married there and before I moved to Doranelle I was christened there. So it’s a little special to the both of us.”

Aelin wrote down some more things. “September was your preferred month, right? As it’s only five months away we will need to move fast on venues and caterers. Everything else can be sorted after that.”

“I have the florist already— my parents will be organising the flowers. And Rowan’s mother is going to make our cake.”

“Good. Alright, well we can work with this.” Aelin was mid-explanation when Rowan stood up abruptly and loitered a second.

“I have to go.”

He didn’t wait for a response from either of them before he practically ran out the cafe and out in the city.

Lyria watched, her mouth hanging open. She turned back to Aelin with a red tint to her cheeks and a sheepish smile. “I’m so sorry. He’s not usually like that.”

Aelin gave Lyria a reassuring grin. “I’ve seen it all before. As long as he shows up for the important meetings, I only really need you.”

Despite Rowan’s icy demeanour, Lyria was happy to chat away for over an hour. Aelin sipped on her coffee and chimed in here and there before she apologised and exclaimed she had to be at another appointment soon— which wasn’t a lie.

Lyria had taken her by surprise when she enveloped Aelin in a hug and expressed her gratitude. Aelin was slightly taken aback by the friendliness of it, but remained professional and polite by returning the hug and wishing Lyria well.

Aelin remained standing for a few moments after Lyria had disappeared from view and then slumped back into her seat.

When she had woken up this morning she had not in a million years thought that she would be seeing Rowan Whitethorn again— certainly not to plan his wedding.

She took a minute to breathe in and out before she glanced down at her phone. She was going to be late for her next meeting if she didn’t get a move on. But she felt sluggish and her mind was foggy.

Aelin took another couple of minutes just letting herself process before she carefully packed up her things. As she was leaving the cafe, the barista stopped her and handed her the napkin from earlier.

“I think you forgot this.” He blushed as he placed the napkin in her hand.

Aelin attempted a straight face and tried not to let herself look too amused by it. She took the napkin and as soon as she rounded the corner, she scrunched it up into a ball and threw it in the bin. Even if he was her age, she didn’t want to, or have time to date.

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theabyssorder · 3 years

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how about headcanons for when kaeya, childe, xingqiu, and hu tao are teasing their s/o but they just burst into tears/have a breakdown bc it was the last straw on the camel's back. like they teased them about something their insecure about or they were just overwhelmed? thank you!

Childe, Xingqiu, & Hu Tao - When s/o had enough

Characters - Hu Tao, Childe, Xingqiu

TW - crying, breakdowns

a/n - I made this a little more simple dkdjdn I hope that's ok! I'm not the best with Xingqiu or Hu Tao so it's good to practice! I couldn't think of anything for Kaeya my apologies!

Hu Tao

Pranks are a part of her, it comes naturally, and it's like breathing!

It's going to make her a hot minute to process your emotions

Hu Tao loves all your emotions and expression, and her favorite is your smile

When you snap at her or begin crying, she immediately freaks out

Hu Tao isn't the best with social cues and she just blanks out

Her arms will start flailing and apologies will spill out

She might even run out to grab tissues or some water

After you've let out your emotions, you had a conversation about boundaries.

This includes what you don't feel comfortable with and vice versa

Being in a relationship with Hu Tao is hard because you must be firm with your boundaries

She has a hard time defining that fine line between pranks and downright bullying

Hu Tao depends on you to help her find that line

After the incident, Hu Tao will lay off the pranks

But expect more jokes once she feels comfortable again!

Although remind her what you don't like!

If she messes up, expect many sweets or gifts as an apology

Xingqiu

Usually, his teasing doesn't seem very harmful

Xingqiu has a very strong sense of chivalry and he will hold it to his heart

Sometimes Xingqiu's playfulness can get really annoying at times

It just piles on and on, and he's not helping in any shape or form!

The first time he sees tears or pure frustration

He immediately apologizes

When you tell him what you dislike, he WILL keep note of it

It's written in his notebook and he goes over it every time he sees you

Your face of frustration gave him a terrible feeling of guilt

Afterward, expect a terribly written apology with some high-quality sweets

He will do more if you won't verbally forgive him

But it won't stop there!!

He will make sure that NO ONE steps over your boundaries

If someone impacts you negatively in ANY shape or form

They will get a very long scolding and why it was unchivalrous

If the teasing continues, Xingqiu and his gang (Xiangling & Chongyun) will teach you a lesson!

Childe

Childe wants to see you at your peak performance

He especially wants to fight you at your strongest

Childe often teased you to see how you'd fight when angry or full of emotions

During your weekly battles, he teased you too much

The fight naturally halted to a stop as you cried in frustration

This was an "oh I messed up UP" moment for Childe

He's going to stand there for a couple seconds before hugging you

It's the only thing he can think of

Childe's best ways to show his love is not words

He'll bring you back to a safe place and run a bath for you

His younger and older siblings have dealt with his teasing, and he's faced the brunt of it too

He understands how it feels, so he just makes you feel comfortable

He doesn't apologize at first, but he lets you cry it out

After you clean up and have some food & water in your system, expect many gifts

You glance at an item? You got it!

Childe sees you as a very important person in his life

His drive to be his best self also impacts you

Childe wants to see you flourish and join him as he conquers the world!

But you must grow as well!

Childe will try and maybe tackle your insecurities

If it's physically possible, he will teach you how to fight or cope with your insecurities

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specialagentsergio · 3 years

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rationalizations

rationalizations: a defense mechanism in which one makes up a false but reassuring explanation to explain their behavior and/or feelings to both themselves and others, thus avoiding the reality of why they are really acting or feeling as they do.

summary: You’re the psych evaluation for Spencer. You think he’s full of shit, so you refuse to sign his clearance form until he actually tells the truth.

pairing: spencer reid x f!reader

category: angst (happy ending)

content warnings: spencer’s canonical trauma, flashbacks, mentions of suicide and suicidal ideation, swearing

a/n: i wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins‘ enemies to lovers event. it’s not my favorite trope, but one of the prompts sparked inspiration for me. i also took a good amount of inspiration from meredith’s various therapy scenes in grey’s anatomy, so if some of it feels familiar, that’s why! i swear i intended to make this cute and funny, but, well… here we are lmao.

word count: 3.6k

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Spencer throws his bag onto his desk with a frustrated huff. It thumps loudly, startling JJ at her desk across from his. She gives him a sympathetic look regardless. “Still not cleared yet?”

“No!” Forgetting that it’s wheeled, he drops himself into his chair. It skids backwards and he has to scramble to grab something to keep from falling out of it.

“Careful there,” JJ says, trying valiantly to suppress a laugh. “That psychologist's got you really worked up, huh?”

“I don’t know what she wants from me!” he complains. “It’s been nearly a month! Hotch’s ex-wife was murdered by an unsub, but they cleared him. I was only shot in the neck.”

“I mean, that’s still kind of a big deal,” she says. “You could’ve died, from the gunshot, or from the nurse that tried to kill you afterwards.”

“Speaking of that nurse,” he starts, “Garcia is the one who shot him and she’s been a wreck over it. She insisted on going to the guy’s execution. But the therapist cleared her!”

“Penelope’s not in the field,” JJ points out.

He crosses his arms. “Still. This isn’t the first time I’ve been shot. That possibility is part of the job. It’s not like it came out of nowhere and I was completely unprepared for it.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Spence,” she says. “Just keep all of your appointments and I’m sure you’ll be cleared soon.”

He pulls a stack of papers on his desk towards him. Paperwork—one of the things he’s actually allowed to do. “I better be,” he mutters.

---

“And it was really scary, you know?” Spencer wipes at his eyes with a tissue. “Not knowing if I was going to live or die.”

“Mm-hmm.”

He takes a deep breath. “But… it’s over now. The preacher who shot me died in the same shootout. Owen McGregor, the leader of the corrupt deputies, died later that night, in another shootout. And Greg Baylor, the one who posed as a nurse and tried to kill me, was sentenced to death row and he’s gone now, too.”

His psychologist makes a note on the paper in front of her, but doesn’t say anything, so he continues.

“I… I feel better now, just letting that out.” He takes a new tissue and dries his nose. “I feel ready now. Ready to go back to work.”

She nods slowly, considering him. But she doesn’t even look towards her desk where the clearance form sits, frustrating him to no end. After five minutes of silence, he breaks.

“You can’t be serious.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I’ve been coming to these sessions for over a month, and I’m still not cleared to be in the field. I…” He musters up more tears and makes sure his voice wavers during his next words. “I just don’t know what you want? I’ve tried everything.”

“No, you haven’t,” she says plainly.

He blinks in surprise, sending some of the crocodile tears down his cheeks. “What?”

She crosses her legs. “You’re full of shit.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re not being honest with me, and I don’t think you’re being honest with yourself either,” she says. “You’re a great actor. I can see how you’ve gotten clearances easily before. But that stops with me.”

Spencer stares at her. “I don’t understand.”

She moves her notebook to the side. “What happened in Texas isn’t the first time your life’s been in danger. Why do you think that is?”

“Wh—that’s part of my job,” he argues, fake crying long since forgotten.

“Not to the extent that you take it. I’ve read your file,” she says. “You take unnecessary risks with regularity.”

The tissues crumple in his hand as he clenches it. “I do not.”

“Let’s go back to the beginning.”

“The beginning of what?”

“Of your career.” Yet she doesn’t take out his file, or look at her notes. She speaks from memory. “2005. The BAU is assisting with a hostage situation. You go into the train, posing as someone who is there to remove a microchip from the unsub, but the first thing you do? You take off your bulletproof vest.”

“Okay, clearly you don’t understand what the situation was,” Spencer cuts in. “Ted Bryar was suffering from a psychotic break. He was somewhat unpredictable, and he told me to take off the vest.”

“And you just listened?”

“He—he had a gun, and was threatening both me and the other passengers with it!” he says. “What was I supposed to do, not listen?”

“Uh, yeah,” she replies. “You easily played into his delusions just a few minutes later to distract him. Why not do that to keep yourself safe?”

“I was twenty-four and was running on adrenaline,” he says defensively. “And it was my first time doing something like that. You can’t expect me to think of everything.”

“You’re right, I can’t,” she agrees. “So let’s jump forward a few years. How about the time you approached a teenager who was wielding an assault rifle with no protection, not even your own firearm?” she challenges.

“You mean Owen Savage? That was a unique situation,” he protests. “I knew I could talk him down.”

“No, you didn’t. You thought you had a good chance, but there’s no way to be one hundred percent sure of that. He was volatile, and on a killing spree,” she counters. “You didn’t know if you’d succeed--”

“I did!” He startles himself by unconsciously raising his voice, but he doesn’t apologize. “I did, because….”

“Because you related to him,” she fills in. “And that’s fine. Having empathy for an unsub doesn’t suggest something’s wrong in and of itself. But you still put yourself, and the rest of your team, in danger, didn’t you?”

He crosses his arms. “I got that lecture from Hotch when it happened, okay?”

“So then why’d you confront an unsub alone a few years later in Miami?” she asks. “You didn’t even tell anyone where you were going. You left your vest behind and just ran off.”

“I was having a head—wait, how do you even know that happened?” he questions. “It wasn’t in the report.”

“Well, first of all, you just confirmed it,” she points out, and he wants to kick himself. “Secondly, I can read between the lines.”

“I was having a headache,” he repeats. “I wasn’t thinking all that clearly. I just knew Julio’s life was in immediate danger, so I went to help him.”

“Uh-huh. More recently,” she says, brushing past his excuse, “You confronted your girlfriend’s stalker without your vest or gun.”

Spencer’s getting angry now. “I was trying to save Maeve. She asked me to leave them behind.”

“And you simply listened. Do you see the pattern I’m drawing here, Dr. Reid?” she asks. “These are just a few of the instances that stand out. Time and time again, you put yourself in unnecessary danger. So I’ll ask you again. Why do you think that is?”

Spencer looks over her—really looks over her, trying to understand what she’s getting at. “Are… are you suggesting that I’m suicidal?” he asks quietly.

She looks him straight in the eye. “You don’t act like someone who wants to be alive.”

It’s like she set off a bomb in his brain. Memories, and the feelings attached to them, emerge—Elle handcuffed to a seat, a teenager with a rifle, a blinding headache, Maeve and blood on the warehouse floor.

“Here’s what I see,” she says. “I see a man who’s been through so, so much. Your mother is mentally ill, your father left--”

His father is packing a suitcase. Spencer doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do or say, so he falls back on what he knows.

“Statistically, children who grow up in two-parent households attain three more years of higher education than children from single-parent households.”

It doesn’t help. “We’re not statistics, Spencer.”

“Your file says she’s staying at an institution, and with your father out of the picture, I can only assume you were the one who had her admitted--”

“Spencer, please don’t do this to me!” she cries as she’s escorted out of the house by Bennington Sanitarium’s transport staff.

“A few years into your work here at the FBI, you were kidnapped, tortured and drugged--”

He’s tired and cold and his whole body aches. Tobias—the real Tobias—looms over him with a syringe.

“Please. I don’t want it,” he pleads of his captor. “I don’t want it, please.”

The needle punctures his skin regardless.

“—you were held hostage by a cult leader--”

Emily sits across from him on the plane with a black eye. “What Cyrus did to me is not your fault.”

He pretends to agree.

“—you went through the death and reappearance of Agent Prentiss--”

He’s tried to make it clear to Jennifer that he wants to be left alone, but she won’t stop trying to talk about it with him, and he’s had enough.

“I came to your house for ten weeks in a row crying over losing a friend, and not once did you have the decency to tell me the truth.”

“—and your girlfriend was shot in front of you.”

“Who’s Thomas Merton? Who is he?” Diane demands, gun pressed against Maeve’s head.

“He’s the one thing you can never take from us,” Maeve replies, and Spencer’s heart drops. Thomas Merton is Maeve’s way of saying goodbye—she’s giving up.

“Wait!” he cries out, but it’s too late.

“This is just some of the more traumatic stuff. And then there’s what happened last month, which is why you’re here. You present a face of not being bothered by all of this, because that’s what you’ve been doing all your life, but I think you are bothered. You really, really are. And you don’t want to admit to anyone just how much it all has affected you. Maybe you don’t even want yourself to know.” Her expression and tone of voice are certain.

Spencer can’t take it anymore. The whirlwind of emotions and memories is overwhelming.

“The number of times you’ve almost died is staggering--”

“Yeah, and sometimes I wish I had!” He glares at her, breathing heavily. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

But she doesn’t seem intimidated or alarmed at all. She leans back in her armchair. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”

The response only serves to make him angrier. She questioned him relentlessly and made him admit something he swore in the dark hours of sleepless nights that he’d never think again, never voice, let alone admit to anyone. She forced it out of him, forced. She made him say it against his will.

So why does he feel a sense of relief?

“I…” Tears well up in his eyes—real ones this time. “I’m done,” he chokes out.

He pushes himself off of the couch and out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

---

He storms in Hotch’s office and demands to see a different psychologist. But she was one step ahead of him—a few hours before the appointment, she had emailed Hotch and told him that under no circumstances should Spencer be allowed to get a clearance from someone else.

“And you’re going to believe her?” he cries.

“She’s doing her job, Reid.”

“You barely know her! You’ve known me for a decade!”

“Yes, I have,” Hotch agrees. “And you’ve told me yourself that you’ve fooled psychologists and therapists before. So if this one is saying you’re not ready yet, I’m inclined to believe her.”

Spencer just stares at him, but as usual, Hotch doesn’t blink.

“Unbelievable,” Spencer eventually mutters.

“Take the rest of the day off,” Hotch replies, glancing down at fists Spencer hadn’t realized he was clenching.

“Fine.”

Too agitated to stand in the elevator, he takes the stairs. As he stomps down them, he swears he’ll never go back to her office, even if it means never going into the field again.

A week passes, then two, and he hasn’t seen the psychologist since. But he doesn’t feel any better—he actually feels worse. It’s like her words broke a dam in his mind, in his gut, and feelings of unease and uncertainty won’t pass. It keeps him up at night. Her words echo in his head. “You don’t act like someone who wants to be alive.”

Spencer’s had yet another sleepless night and is struggling not to doze off at his desk despite the coffee he’s drinking. He stands up with the intention of splashing some water from the bathroom sink on his face, but his feet take him somewhere else.

He stares at the nameplate on the door. He swore he’d never go back, yet he feels compelled to knock.

It only takes her a few moments to answer. “Dr. Reid. Can I help you?” she asks.

“I…” He sighs. “Are you busy?”

“No. Come on in.” She steps to the side, opening the door wider to let him pass. He sits down on the couch.

She waits patiently. She doesn’t rush him. She lets him speak first.

He wrings his hands in his lap, staring down at them. “Something you said is bothering me.”

“What was it?”

“About… living,” he admits quietly. “I… I think you might have been right.”

When he gets the courage to glance up at her, he finds a soft smile on her face. “Would you like to talk about it?”

Spencer hadn’t realized he was expecting judgment and disdain until it didn’t happen. His shoulders slump down in relief. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I think I would.”

---

“You’re still thinking about her, aren’t you?”

Spencer looks up from his paperwork, slightly out of it, to find Derek watching him. His coworker had, indeed, caught him thinking about her again. His psychologist. Well, former psychologist. After his second session back with her, she’d handed over a clearance form and a referral to a therapist outside the bureau to see long-term.

“And you better follow up with that,” she’d told him, the corner of her mouth turning up despite her serious tone of voice. “I’ll know if you don’t.”

He’d promised that he would, and had followed through. But despite the progress he was making with the new therapist, he was feeling a little disappointed that he didn’t get to see her anymore. He only saw her in passing, sometimes in the elevator or walking down the hallways of the building. They would exchange hellos, she would ask how he was doing, then give him a little wave as she left. Each time his heart would skip a beat, and he’d feel an urge to follow her to wherever she was going.

Yet he hadn’t quite realized why he seemed to be preoccupied with her until a dream he had a few weeks ago—a dream in which he found himself kissing her. Despite being alone in his bedroom, he’d woken up feeling embarrassed. He promised himself that he would put her out of his mind. Having a crush on his psychologist? It was ridiculous.

But then he saw her in the elevator a few days later and he couldn’t help but analyze her body language. It was open, and she twirled her hair around a finger while she looked at him to ask him how he was. A few other people entered the elevator on the next floor, but her attention remained on him. They were subtle signs, but signs that he recognized nonetheless—signs of attraction. And once he started seeing them, he couldn’t stop.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Spencer tells Derek, picking back up the pen he hadn’t noticed he dropped.

“You can’t pull that on me, kid,” he replies. “It’s your psychologist. You can’t stop thinking about her, can you?”

Spencer sighs. “So what if I can’t?”

“So go ask her out already!” Derek says like it’s obvious.

“You don’t think that’s just a little inappropriate?”

“You’re not seeing her as a client anymore, are you?” he points out. “Go for it, kid. You’ll regret it if you don’t.”

Spencer takes the advice—as soon as Derek said it, he knew he was right. He would regret not taking a chance on her and the connection he felt. Sure, she’d helped him with therapy, but it went deeper than that. It feels like she knows him.

He leaves the bullpen ten minutes early that evening, hoping to catch her before she leaves for the day. On her doorstep, he feels just as nervous as he did on the day he admitted that she was right, but it’s a different kind of nervous. An excited nervous. He knocks on the door.

She’s surprised when she seems him. He watches as her pupils dilate, and it boosts his confidence. “Dr. Reid. Can I help you?”

“You can. I’d like to talk,” he says.

“Oh. Well, I guess I could do that,” she says. “I thought things were going well with the therapist I referred you to, though.”

He shakes his head. “No, I don’t mean I want an appointment.”

Her eyebrows come together in confusion. “Okay, then, what do you want?”

Spencer doesn’t hesitate. “I want to take you out to dinner.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I really like you, and I think we’re meant to be together,” he replies, voice softening a bit.

She pauses before answering. When she does, her voice is gentle. “Dr. Reid, sometimes a medical professional’s care can start to feel like affection over a period of time, but--”

“No one has ever listened to me like you do,” he interrupts.

“That’s my job,” she points out.

“I’ve seen therapists before, but none of them have been like you,” he counters. “You understand me.”

She sighs. “Well, I’m glad I was a good fit and was able to help you. But that doesn’t mean that I see you as anything more than a client.”

“You’re lying.”

“Excuse me?”

“You do feel something more for me,” he says firmly, but then backtracks a little. “Well, I know you’re attracted to me at least.”

She blinks and shakes her head slightly, take aback. “Dr. Reid, this is not appropriate--”

“Please call me Spencer,” he says, then jumps into his explanation. “See, when we’re attracted to someone, our bodies display involuntary signals, and I’ve seen you do some of them when you’re around me. Whenever we run into each other here, your body will turn a little towards me and you’ll play with your hair. Your attention is almost entirely focused on me. And, when you see me, your pupils dilate. They did it when you opened the door just a few minutes ago. Oh, and I’m attracted to you, by the way,” he adds as he realizes how one-sided he’s been. “I imagine my pupils probably dilate when I see you, too.”

Her mouth opens and closes a few times, like she wants to speak but doesn’t know what to say. She looks flustered, and he wonders if maybe he’s pushed it too far or said too much, but he can’t turn back now. “So, please, let me take you out,” he says quietly. “Just… just give it a chance.”

She bites her lip and looks at the ground. There’s a crease between her eyebrows, which he’s come to learn means she’s thinking. She speaks seriously when she looks back up. “If I go out with you, I can’t treat you anymore. If you ever need another evaluation or session, you’d have to get it from someone else.”

“I know,” he says. “I get along well with the therapist you referred me to, though. And having to get clearance from a different psychologist at the bureau is something I’m willing to give up in favor of getting to know you better.”

She considers him. “You’re serious about this,” she states.

It’s not a question, but he answers it anyways. “I am.”

She tilts her head to the side, eyes unfocusing as she ponders the situation. Eventually, she says, “Let me think about it.”

It’s not exactly the answer he was hoping for, but he’ll take it.

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It’s only six PM, but Spencer is already exhausted. He unlocks his apartment door, fully intending to collapse onto his bed, but instead receives a pleasant surprise in the form of his girlfriend waiting for him on the couch. He can’t help but smile.

“Sweetie, what are you doing here?” he asks, then adds, “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Penelope told me it was a bit of a rough case,” she replies. “And I missed you.”

She holds out her arms and he takes the invitation, joining her on the couch and laying down between her legs, placing his head on her chest. “I missed you, too.”

Her next words are overly familiar. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Hey, we agreed to no therapy,” he says. “Something about I can’t be your client anymore?”

She huffs. “This isn’t therapy. This is being a good partner.”

Spencer smiles into the fabric of her shirt, snuggling in closer. “I know, I’m just teasing you. I don’t need to talk about the case,” he says, finally answering her original question. “I feel fine now that I’m here with you.”

She lets out a pleased hum and starts running her fingers through his hair. “I ordered take-out for dinner, by the way.”

“Where from?”

“You know where.”

A wide grin spreads across his face. She must have ordered take-out from the restaurant he took her to on their first date. He lifts his head to look her in the eye. “Aren’t you glad you said yes to me all those months ago?”

“Oh, I suppose,” she says with pretend annoyance, rolling her eyes.

Then she kisses him.

Spencer’s never been so happy to be alive.

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helloalycia · 3 years

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The Wrong Lifetime — Fourteen // Wanda Maximoff

chapter thirteen | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | epilogue

author’s note: the last chapter is finally here! i hope you like it 😊

There were many times when I'd get distracted by thoughts of Wanda.

I could be going for a walk and remember that time she tripped over the flat pavement, almost bringing me down with her. I could be shopping for stationary and remember that time she almost bought the whole shop in one visit. I could be sitting by the water fountain and remember that time she tried to make a wish, only to drop her whole purse in it.

This time, I'd just woken up to the sun streaming through my curtains. I rolled over to an empty bed, hand brushing against the cold sheets as they expected more. For some reason, my subconscious decided to taunt me with a memory taking place just after we'd first made love in her room...

"I love you so much," Wanda told me with an enchanting smile.

I turned to face her, one arm comfortable under the pillow as the other rested outside the duvet, covering my bare chest. She raised her hand, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear before resting her hand there. I smiled at the contact and felt a warmth spreading all over me at the affectionate gaze she sent my way.

"I know, love, you only said it several times," I teased lightly, making her chuckle. "I love you, too, though, in case you didn't know."

She sighed contently, eyes closing. I admired how beautiful she looked with her hair sprawled over her bare shoulders, smile on her lips and freckles dusting her skin. Her touch still ghosted my body, taste still embedded between my lips, scent still wavering in my nose. She was permanent and I was certain she'd never leave.

"We should probably get up in case somebody comes to check on us," she said, interrupting my moment of admiration.

Her eyes flickered open slowly, blue with golden flecks glistening right back at me. Suddenly, anything that happened after this didn't matter to me. For once, I appreciated where we were, what we had and nothing more or less. No wedding, no future... just now.

"We should," I agreed regretfully, though her leg moved closer to mine and made me wish we could stay here longer. "I wish we didn't have to."

She smiled halfheartedly, hand moving down my cheek, caressing the skin, before they rested at my chin. She outlined my lips with her thumb before leaning forward and stealing a kiss.

"Can't we have a few more minutes?" she asked, lips brushing mine as she spoke.

She was making it very hard to deny her and judging from the playful smirk on her lips, she knew that.

"I guess we can," I agreed quietly, making her smile with satisfaction.

She rolled on top of me, capturing my lips in a kiss as her bare chest pressed to mine and my hand found her waist for support. As usual, the effect she had on me was indescribable and I couldn't imagine us ever leaving the bed. I knew for sure that I'd never been happier than I was in that moment.

It was such a perfect moment, but it haunted me. Nothing felt right without her. She'd overwhelmed all of my senses and remained, even when I didn't have her by me in person. The wedding was literally in a few weeks, but I hadn't managed to get over her.

How could I be her maid of honour when I could barely speak to her? Not without wanting to curl in a ball and cry afterwards. Every thing I did seemed to be filled with memories of her. She was inescapable.

A groan left my lips as I dragged my hand down my face with frustration. I couldn't let her get to me yet again. I had an interview with the local paper today. The last thing I needed was Wanda as a distraction.

So, with that lovely thought lingering in my mind, I dragged myself out of bed to get ready for the day ahead.

—

Press interviews weren't something I was used to.

Whenever Y/B/N had them with journalists for his books, I wasn't present. The only thing I heard was when he came back and told me how it went, then I proceeded to read about it in the paper the next day.

I was sat in Steve's office at Maximoff Publishing with Steve sat by my side, sending me a supportive smile. A journalist from the local paper sat before us, notebook and pen in hand as he watched on with curious eyes.

"So, Y/N," he began. "I'll start with the obvious, if you don't mind."

I glanced at Steve who nodded encouragingly. Clearing my throat, I looked to the journalist. "Sure thing."

He smiled and glanced at his notebook before asking, "How does it feel to be published? You're Pietro Maximoff's first female author."

"An author who happens to be female," I corrected, hoping I didn't come off as rude. "And that isn't something that should be new, in my opinion. It should be normalised."

He nodded, noting it down in his notebook. "Controversy... I like it."

Swallowing hard, I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"I think the readers would like to know how you managed to score a publisher," he began his next question. "How exactly did you get noticed amongst the many authors that look to be published?"

Okay, not so difficult, I could answer that.

"Well, it was actually my–" I paused, Wanda's face flashing to mind. Okay, maybe a little difficult.

"Your...?" the journalist prompted.

I blinked, attempting to find my words.

"Wanda," Steve answered, starting me off.

I looked to him with grateful eyes before looking back to the journalist. "Right. Yes. Wanda."

"Your brother's fiancé, right?" the journalist asked for clarification.

"Yes," I answered, with an accidental clipped tone. "She... she was the one who gave my work to her brother. Asked him to look at it. And the rest is history."

The journalist was making notes as I spoke, nodding and humming in response, before looking to me with raised brows.

"So, the wedding," he said, making me wince subtly. "Are you excited?"

Forcing a smile, I said, "Ecstatic."

"How does it feel to have your two families uniting?" he asked, and I chewed on my lips, unsure how to respond.

"I– er–"

"Are you afraid that Y/B/N marrying Wanda may put him in Pietro's good graces?" he interrupted eagerly, leaning forward in his seat.

I opened my mouth to answer, but I didn't know what to say that wouldn't land me in hot water or make me look like a jealous sibling. Glancing to Steve questioningly, he thankfully noticed my speechlessness and gave the journalist a warning stare.

"Can you stay on topic, please?" he asked the keen journalist. "Y/N is here to talk about her book and nothing more."

"Okay, okay," the journalist gave in, making me exhale slowly. "What's next in store for your readers, Y/N? A sequel, perhaps?"

"I'm not sure," I answered truthfully. "I'm still in awe at the reception from the first one."

He nodded, note taking as he listened. "How many books do you think you'll get out of your career before getting married like your brother?"

I raised my eyebrows with disbelief. But I didn't get to answer as he was already moving onto his next question.

"Are you not worried about getting married? You know, men don't like smart women."

Narrowing my eyes at him, I clenched my fists by my side and was very close to strangling him before we were interrupted. A servant whom I recognised from home knocked on the door and earned everyone's attention.

"Oh, tell him to go away," the journalist said dismissively, waving his hand.

Steve looked to me and I plastered a bitter smile on my lips as I glanced at the journalist.

"I'd let him in if I were you," I told Steve, and he seemed to understand that I was about to pummel the journalist if I wasn't distracted, because he nodded and motioned for the servant to enter.

The journalist sighed rudely and I clenched my jaw before looking to the servant with a quirked brow. He looked out of breath, panting for air and face flushed red.

"Did you run here?" I realised, cocking my head to the side with confusion.

He nodded, straightening up and attempting to catch his breath. "Yes, Miss Y/L/N. Very sorry to interrupt, but your mother insisted I hurry."

My eyes widened. "Oh, God, what happened? Is she okay?"

"Kind of," he answered, before clarifying, "The wedding between your brother and Miss Maximoff has been cancelled."

"What?!" everyone in the room asked at the same time.

What did he mean the wedding had been cancelled?! Wanda and Y/B/N weren't going to get married?

"I don't know the details," the servant got out quickly. "I just know that your mother sent me to fetch you as soon as possible. She's distraught and requires you home immediately."

I nodded instantly, already making a move to stand up, then I remembered where I was.

"You mustn't publish anything you just heard," I told the journalist with a stern finger, but he seemed over the moon at the news.

"Go, Y/N, your mother needs you," Steve said, resting a hand on my shoulder as he, too, stood up. He side-eyed the journalist as he added, "I'll take care of this tool."

At that, the journalist's eyes widened with fear and judging from the smirk on Steve's lips, I knew things would be okay.

"Thank you," I told him, hugging him quickly, before looking to the servant. "I'll go now. Thank you."

After giving the servant some money to grab a treat and calm him from his breathless state, I got a carriage home with my mind racing a million thoughts a minute.

Why was the wedding off? My mum was distraught, according to the servant, so that could only mean it hadn't been her choice. Was it Y/B/N? Had he broken it off? Or maybe it was Wanda? But no. She'd never do that. She wouldn't hurt her family like that.

I wasn't sure what it was, but I definitely didn't know how to feel. This could either be heavily in my favour or go against me in the worst way possible...

When I arrived home, I found my family in the dining room. My mum was sat down, upset and shaking her head in her hands, tear marks on her face. My dad was sat beside her, rubbing her back soothingly and whispering calming things to her as my brother stood to the side, looking apologetic and uncomfortable.

"It's okay, mum, it'll be okay," he was saying to her from across the table. "It's not a big deal. I can find somebody–"

"Hello...," I began awkwardly, standing in the doorway and hesitant to move forward. "I just got the news from our servant. What happened?"

"Oh, Y/N, you shouldn't have–" my father began regretfully, before my mum slammed her hand on the table and glared at my brother.

"Y/B/N broke off the engagement!" she shouted with frustration.

"There you go...," my dad mumbled before returning his attention to his wife.

"Mum, I–"

"You did what?!" I cut Y/B/N off with raised brows. "You broke off the engagement? You dumped Wanda?"

He looked to me with sad eyes. "Y/N–"

"You idiot!" I shouted, feeling angry as I imagined the effect this must have had on the Maximoff family. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Why would you–?!"

He grabbed my waving arm and dragged me out of the dining room, making me shove him off when we reached the hall.

"Why the hell did you break it off?!" I yelled at him with a glare. "Why would you–"

"I didn't!" he whisper-shouted back, looking down at me with a downcast expression. "She did!"

My anger faded as I realised he was telling the truth. He looked genuinely hurt, eyes glassy and a frown on his lips. Wanda was the one to break it off? What?

"She broke it off with me," he elaborated quietly, so our parents couldn't hear. "She told me this morning. She said she didn't love me and that she couldn't marry me."

I swallowed hard, looking away from him momentarily. "Why did you tell mum and dad that it was you who broke up with her?"

He pinched his forehead with agitation. "Because it looks a lot less foolish if I say it was me rather than her. She doesn't love me, Y/N. She never did."

I risked looking at him, seeing his disheartened expression. Part of me felt guilty because I knew it was my fault this had happened, but I couldn't exactly say that to him, so I stayed quiet. He shook his head once more before walking away, leaving me standing there with shock.

"Er, Miss Y/L/N?"

I spun around when one of our servants approached me.

"I know now isn't the best time," she began, "but a letter came for you earlier. I left it on your desk as you were at work."

Nodding, I offered the servant a halfhearted smile before watching her leave. There was so much to unpack right now...

I headed upstairs and to my room to see what letter was here for me. But I was finding it hard to focus since all that was on my mind was the broken engagement and Y/B/N and Wanda... I needed to see her. What the hell was I doing here?

Planning on going to see Wanda as soon as possible, I grabbed the letter from my desk with the intention of reading it on the way out, but then I recognised the handwriting on the front and paused at my desk.

It was Wanda's handwriting.

I hurried to tear open the envelope, wondering what she had to say. It was no doubt related to the broken engagement.

Dearest Y/N,

I hope that you manage to read this letter before you hear the news, but knowing our families, you'll read it afterwards. In which case, you will know that I have broken off the engagement with Y/B/N.

It was the right thing to do. I chose to do it and I'm sorry if it's caused tension between your brother and your family, but I knew that I couldn't go forward with it when I'm in love with you. I'm not expecting you to come back to me and run away together all dramatically – this isn't about that.

I did this for myself. I'm not in love with your brother and I never was. He should have known that. He had to. Because if not, I'm afraid I broke his heart. And that's the last thing I wanted.

I also did this for you. I need you to know that I'm not heartless or horrible and I didn't expect you to sacrifice anything for me. Cheating on your brother with you... I never meant for this to happen, nor did I mean to get in the way of you both. Falling in love with you was completely accidental, but I don't regret it.

I don't want to go on too much, but I just needed you to know the truth, from me, that I am truly sorry for causing you such pain. I'm still in love with you and I'll never forget what we had. In another lifetime, maybe we could have worked. I'm certain that you were always perfect for me, as was what we had. You are magic, Y/N. I just wasn't powerful enough to keep you.

When I finished reading, I flipped the page over, expecting to find more, but it was blank. She'd ended it there and I didn't know what to think. My heart was racing, mind adjusting too slowly for my liking. She'd broke it off with him for me. I knew she loved me, but I guess I'd never realised just how much.

After recovering from my shock, I put the letter away and left for Wanda's, not bothering to tell my family where I was going. My dad was attempting to console my disappointed mother as Y/B/N moped around somewhere else, so I took that as my chance to nip out without them noticing.

I was trying to plan what to say to her – I didn't even know what I wanted to say to her. She said she didn't expect me to get back with her, and even without Y/B/N and their engagement in the way, we still couldn't be together. Not like how we wanted to be. But I wanted to. I wanted her. All this time without her had been heartbreaking – I didn't want to leave her again. I didn't know the specifics of how we would work, but we could work. We had to.

When I reached her house, it was her mother who opened the door. And that's when I realised that I wasn't sure if she blamed Y/B/N or her daughter for the engagement breaking apart.

"Iryna, hi," I greeted with a nervous smile. "I'm sorry if this is a bad time–"

"Y/N, I'm glad you're here," she cut me off, immediately pulling me in for a hug. "Thank you for coming."

I nodded with mild confusion, returning the hug, before pulling away.

"I'm so sorry for the pain Wanda has caused to your family," she said regretfully. "I hope that your parents aren't as distraught as we are."

I eyed her strangely, still not sure what Wanda had told her. Either way, I didn't bother questioning it as my urgency to see Wanda was overpowering my curiosity.

"It's okay, Iryna, there's no need to apologise," I reassured her. "My family will be okay... I just thought I'd come and check in on Wanda. It's a lot, what happened."

She nodded sympathetically. "Thank you, sweetheart. You're such a good friend to her." She stood to the side to let me in. "Go on up. She's in her room. Hasn't come out since this morning."

I offered a small, awkward smile Iryna's way before letting myself in and going upstairs to Wanda's room. My palms were sweaty and my mouth was dry – stupidly juxtaposed – when I stopped before Wanda's door. On the way over here, I still hadn't decided what to say. I figured it would just come to me when I saw her. One could hope.

Knocking on the door, I heard her sweet, accented voice give me permission to enter. My stomach flipped at the sound and I did as she said. Closing the door behind me, I turned and saw Wanda sat at a stool before a canvas.

Noticing I didn't say anything, she glanced over her shoulder casually, probably expecting a family member. She widened her eyes when she realised it was me and immediately stood up, smoothing out her paint-covered smock in an attempt to look neater. The simple action warmed my heart – she was adorable and I couldn't help but smile.

"Hi," I said quietly.

She cleared her throat, eyes darting around nervously. "Hey. I didn't– what are– hi."

I let my eyes wander, admiring her messy ponytail and the strokes of paint on her face that she definitely wasn't aware of. She was stunning, even with her confused eyes and pursed lips. Better yet, her hand was ring-free and I was reminded of the fact that she wasn't engaged anymore.

"I assume you're here because you read the letter," she began apologetically, but I didn't let her finish because the longer I was in her presence, the more I realised I wanted to kiss her.

Approaching her, I found her eyes before pressing my lips to hers. My hands cupped her cheeks as I held her close, revelling in her taste and scent and touch. She was quick to react, her fingers curling around my waist and tugging me towards her, squeezing our bodies together. Breathing became a problem and we regretfully had to pull away, but remained close enough to exchange breaths and swim in each other's eyes. I'd never been more relieved to see the colour green.

"You're not mad," she realised, looking between my eyes as if trying to search for some anger.

"How can I be mad that you broke off your engagement for me, knowing we can never be together in the way that you deserve?" I asked with disbelief.

She smiled beautifully, making my heart flutter in my chest. "You still love me."

I stole another kiss from her lips. "I never stopped, Wanda. Of course I still love you."

She rested her forehead to mine and closed her eyes peacefully. "Thank you for coming back."

I laughed, feeling tears brim my eyes. "I'm not leaving again, love. We'll find a way to make this work. I promise you that."

Wanda Maximoff deserved the world. And I was going to give it to her in this lifetime and beyond.

#wanda maximoff au #marvel #wanda maximoff x reader #elizabeth olsen #wanda maximoff x you #marvel imagine #wanda maximoff #mcu #wanda maximoff imagine #scarlet witch #scarlet witch imagine #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen x reader

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doeilovr · 2 years

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WAYV'S REACTION TO MEETING A SLEEP DEPRIVED FAN

Requests: Can you have Wayv react to a fan who's sleep deprived and she can't stop crying? I like cute nicknames BTW if you could add them in and also can the members hug her please? ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

TEN:

• Ten would walk past a group of fans one day, his pace fast as he'd quickly want to escape from the girls screaming his name

• somehow he'd glance to the side and that's when he'd notice you, the way you stood all the way on the side, tears streaming down your cheeks

• Ten would stop abruptly, walking up to you and grabbing the little booklet from your shaking hands to sign it.. "don't cry baby girl, I'm here now", he'd comfort you, stroking your head gently.. which would make you stop crying immediately

• the world around you would stop, all the noise from the screaming girls fading into silence, as Ten would give you a sweet hug

• "I'm sorry, I'm just tired, I usually don't cry this much", you'd whisper and Ten would only smile, patting your shoulder.. "it's okay baby girl, just don't be sad anymore and get lots of sleep, okay?"

• then he'd have to leave, not without sending a wink and another one of his healing smiles in your direction.. you'd feel so good afterwards, Ten's words always coming to your mind whenever you'd feel down

XIAOJUN:

• Xiaojun would think you were laughing at first, but when he'd see the tear rolling down your cheek, his heart would break

• "what's wrong", he'd coo, grabbing your hand and making you look him in the eyes, "why are you crying baby? Is it that bad to see me? Is my hair color too bright?"

• you wouldn't be able to hold in your laughter, your sobbing quickly replaced by a giggle, "your hair is great, Xiaojun, I'm sorry. It's just that I'm tired and meeting you literally means the world to me."

• Xiaojun would smile, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, "meeting you also means the world to me. I hope you're not so sleep deprived anymore and I hope when you sleep you only dream of good things".. Xiaojun's words would echo in your head every night before you'd fall asleep and he'd be the source of your energy on days you'd feel tired

KUN:

• you'd almost choke on your drink when you'd see a handsome man sit down at the table next to you in a coffee shop one day.. you had been here all day, finishing your work on your laptop and getting energy from caffeine and sugar

• suddenly you'd feel so overwhelmed that you wouldn't be able to hold back your tears.. "everything okay there darling", a male voice would appear and you'd look up to find the handsome stranger kneeling down next to you and grabbing your hands to calm you down

• he'd take the seat across from you, still holding your hand.. "I hope you feel better and I wish you wouldn't have to cry. Whatever it is your going through, you will make it! I'll root for you", he'd smile and all your worries would be washed away

• Kun would say goodbye after noticing the little WayV stickers on your notebook, but before he'd leave he'd say "I hope you can get a lot of strength from our songs too".. after a few minutes it would dawn to you that it was the Qian Kun who took care of you (oh my god)

WINWIN:

• you'd be at a hotel, as you had won a ticket to a WayV concert which took place the next day.. you wouldn't be able to sleep cause of how nervous you were, so you'd find yourself standing in front of a vending machine in the hallway of the hotel that night

• "are you getting something", someone would say behind you and you'd quickly turn around to find the Winwin standing behind you.. *insert inner crisis*

• "Sorry", you'd apologize, stepping to the side, "I spaced out and I didn't bring enough money".. WinWin would smile, pressing a few buttons on the vending machine and taking out his snacks

• "Take this", he'd hold out a snack, "I hope you can sleep well after eating it, so you're not tired tomorrow." A tear would roll down your cheek as you'd accept Winwin's gift, "thanks", you'd sob, Winwin quickly leaning forward to give you a little hug

• after you would have calmed down he'd say goodbye, "I'll see you tomorrow, sweetie. Nice shirt by the way", he'd giggle, almost running away.. you'd look down and smile to yourself for wearing a shirt with Winwin's face on it

YANGYANG:

• you'd be sitting at the bus stop one evening, waiting for the next bus.. besides you only one other person was waiting

• Still you wouldn't be able to hold back your tears, exhaustion taking over you as you'd let out all of the built up emotions.. "Are you okay?" You'd look up, the boy who was also waiting for the bus sitting right next to you now

• "yeah I'm fine, it was just a long week", you'd say, the boy handing you a tissue to dry your tears.. he'd only sigh. "You know what always helps me to calm down? Music", he'd smile, handing you one of his AirPods

• he'd play Dream Launch by WayV and suddenly it would dawn on you.. "YangYang?" You'd look at him in surprise and he would only smile.. "yes it's me"

• suddenly your bus would be approaching and you'd give YangYang back his earphone, "thanks Yang, you really saved my day." YangYang would get up with you to give you a long and cuddly hug, as if you two had known each other forever

• "stay strong, cutie! I'll root for you", he'd whisper, waiting for you to get into the bus and waving goodbye a thousand times, before you'd finally part ways

HENDERY:

• you had won a 1:1 meet and greet with Hendery, so you found yourself sitting on a huge sofa backstage before a concert one day, you'd be super nervous, not having slept well for days

• Dery would come in, greeting you with a hug and next thing you know, you'd find yourself sobbing in his hold.. "hey, hey don't cry, honey", he'd coo, gently rubbing your back.. "Sorry, this is just a lot to take in", you'd apologize, Hendery and you would sit down together on the sofa

• "so, are you excited for the show", he'd ask, handing you a tissue and a bottle of water to calm your nerves.. "yeah, super excited. This is a dream come true and I can't believe I can meet you and sorry for crying", you'd laugh at yourself and Hendery would reassure you that it was okay

• "I hope you have the best time out there today", he'd say, "enjoy it and be happy and get lots of strength for other days when you feel down. I know I'll think of you when I'm down and get my strength from knowing you're out here supporting me like this."

• you'd feel like crying again at his words.. but you'd hold it together, hugging him goodbye and leaving to take your seat for the WayV show.. you'd remember Hendery's words for whenever you were in a slump, he'd give you strength just the way he said he'd get strength from you

LUCAS:

• "cutie are you okay", someone would say with a low and gentle voice, making you look up from your spot on the floor where you were sitting and crying

• you only wanted to get a drink at 7/11 that night, when you had tripped and fell.. a handsome stranger helping you up.. or wait, he wasn't a stranger, he was literally Lucas from WayV oh my Jesus

• "I'm sorry", you'd dry your tears, "I'm a walking safety hazard when I'm tired".. Lucas would smile, "it's fine, I also trip often. I hope you're okay again, I feel bad seeing you cry. Hey", he'd suddenly smile even brighter, "let me buy you ice cream!"

• and then Lucas would buy you ice cream, walking out of the store with you to say goodbye as he had to head back home.. "stay safe cutie and I hope to see you again one day", he'd smile

• "thanks for everything, I feel so much better now, I'll go home and sleep tight", you'd smile too, "goodnight", you'd watch Lucas walk away, feeling as good as ever

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a/n: finally.. again, sorry this took me so long, I literally don't have time to write on weekdays :3 but now it's out and I hope you enjoy it! :D

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