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sometimesiwritebadly · 4 years

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Doctor Agent Super Genius (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Summary: You’re in a band and you wrote a song about Spencer.

Warnings: Language.

Notes: Not me going from posting nothing for months to posting two fics in one day. Nope, I’d never do that. Also this is kinda a Dumbass!Reader x Spencer, but like not really. That’s how I started it but it didn’t really end like that so whatever. Fluff, as usual. Spencer blushes way more than any normal person.

Word Count: 2.4k

Masterlist

You and Spencer couldn’t be more different.

Well, that’s not entirely true. You’re the same age, live in the same city. You both like reading and sci-fi. You both listen to a lot of music and love your jobs.

Of course, you can’t agree on any of those things. He reads classic novels in their original languages, and you read cheesy romance books. He likes Star Trek, you like Star Wars. He listens to classical music, and you listen to rock. He’s an FBI agent with multiple doctorates, and you’re a part time bartender/part time lead singer of a not-so-famous band who barely graduated high school. By all accounts, you two shouldn’t work. But somehow, despite all your differences, you’ve been dating for nearly a year now.

Your relationship really couldn’t be stronger; you live together, you’ve met his mother, he’s met your parents- but there was still one line the two of you hadn’t crossed. Meeting his coworkers. You know that he’s told them he’s dating someone, after all, they’re profilers. They could tell he was with someone after your first date. But for some reason, Spencer was still hesitant to introduce them to you. You tried not to let your insecurities cloud your thoughts, but well, how could you not? Was he embarrassed by you? Did he think they’d judge you for your lack of education and career? Would he break up with you if they didn’t approve?

You’d brought up meeting his coworkers on multiple occasions, of course, but he always had a reason to put it off.

“We’re all so busy, we’d probably get called off to a case before they even get to know you.”

“They’re just gonna profile you, Y/N, trust me, you don’t want that.”

“It’s a team bonding thing, I don’t want you to feel left out. Next time?”

So, when you found out the entire BAU was getting a week off after almost non-stop cases for the past two months, you knew this was your chance. You didn’t care if they were going to judge you, or profile you, you wanted to get to know the people closest to Spencer. So, when Spencer came home that night, he was met with you, holding a flyer for your band’s next gig.

~~~

“What’s this?” He asked, taking off his bag and putting it on the ground next to the door. Normally, you’d scold him for that - “There’s a perfectly good hook right there, Spencer.” - but you let it slide this time.

“Band’s doing a gig at the bar on Friday. And you have this week off, which means you get to come!” You handed him the flyer, and planted a kiss on his cheek as he answered.

“Of course, you know I never miss your-”

“And so can the rest of the BAU!” You cut him off with a sweet, and convincing smile on your face.

“Honey…” He started, but you wouldn’t let him talk you out of it this time.

“C’mon Spence! We’ve been together for almost a year now! I want to get to know these people, they’re basically your family! What’s the harm in having them come to the bar?” You paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before your next words, “Do you really think they’ll hate me so much?”

“What?” Spencer was shocked you would even suggest that the BAU wouldn’t like you - how could they not love you? “No! They’ll love you!”

“Then why won’t you let me meet them?”

Now it was Spencer’s turn to share his insecurities. “W- I just...you and I are so different,” He started, before you scoffed.

“Yeah, no shit, Spence. Unless you have secret nipple piercings too.” You said sarcastically, enjoying the redness that covered Spencer’s cheeks at the mention of your piercings.

“Anyways...you and I are really different, and they’ll point it out. And make fun of me. And..and probably make you realize that you could do better than nerdy old me.” Spencer let out a breath at his confession, feeling a weight leave his chest that he’d been carrying for months.

“Are you insane? Spence, if anyone can do better it’s you!” Spencer opened his mouth to protest, but you kept talking, “I mean really Spencer, you’re a badass FBI agent! You’re a doctor! You’re a genius! Any girl would kill to have a guy like-” Spencer cut you off with an intense kiss. When he finally pulled away, just for a moment, he spoke quietly.

“So Friday, huh? You really wanna meet them?”

“Yes, you idiot. I really wanna meet them.”

~~~

When Friday came rolling around, you were both extremely excited and nervous. On one hand, you were meeting the BAU, who are practically Spencer’s family, and you knew their opinion of you could make or break your relationship. But, you’d written a song this week that you had yet to show Spencer, and you couldn’t wait for him to hear it at the gig. Again, you were nervous for him and the team to hear the song, but part of being a musician is being vulnerable.

You’d been rehearsing the song with your band all week - they were a little mad that you’d wanted to add a brand new song so last minute, but they all agreed it was good enough that it had to be on the setlist - so you hadn’t gotten to spend as much of Spencer’s week off with him as you’d have liked. Hopefully when he heard the song tonight, he’d forgive you for it.

“Why can’t I go to your sound check again?” He asked you for the fifth time that day, as you were getting ready for your gig. Normally, you’d love to have Spencer at sound check, and he much preferred watching you perform when there wasn’t an obnoxious crowd surrounding him.

“I told you, I have a surprise for you during the show, and if you come to sound check-”

“It’ll be ruined, I know. I was just hoping you’d change your mind.” He pouted, making you almost regret saying no to him. Almost.

“Trust me babe, it’ll be worth it. Go to dinner with the team, and I’ll meet you all at the bar at 8.”

“Are you sure you want to meet them?”

“Yes, genius, I’m sure. 8 o’clock.”

“Okay, 8 o’clock.”

~~~

When you walked onto the small stage with the band, you could immediately spot Spencer and the BAU in the crowd. There was a decent turn out, but Spencer stood out like a sore thumb. At least, he always stood out to you. You gave him a smile and wink, before standing in front of the mic to introduce the band.

The set started like normal, playing the songs Spencer knew by heart (of course, he only needed to hear the songs once to know them by heart, but it still made your heart soar when you saw him singing the lyrics in the crowd). You noticed the other members of the BAU enjoying the songs as well, which settled your nerves greatly. You saw who you could only assume to be Garcia and Morgan dancing provocatively together, the two other women - probably Prentiss and JJ - dancing modestly together, pausing to talk every now and then. You recognized Rossi from the back cover of his books, enjoying the music with a scotch and a slight bobbing of his head to the beat. The last person, from the process of elimination, Hotch, didn’t appear to be enjoying himself at first glance - but you could see a hint of a smile on his face as he lightly swayed to the music.

When you got to the final song in your set, you were looking right at Spencer as you introduced the song. “So, this next song is gonna be the last of the night -” A roar of upset came from the crowd, causing you to laugh as you wiped the sweat from your forehead. “I know, I know, I’m not happy about it either guys. But, it is a brand new song, and the inspiration for it is right here in the room.” The crowd grew in excitement this time, looking around at each other as if they could figure out who the mystery muse was. Spencer already felt a blush growing on his cheeks as he realized what your surprise was going to be. “This song is called Doctor Agent Super Genius!” You said with a large smile on your face, as the guitarist began playing the beginning chords.

Spencer’s blush was even more obvious now, especially since all his coworkers had looked away from the stage and towards him. He only shrugged in response, trying to show that he knew nothing about it. Before any of them could question him, you began to sing.

Most girls go for tall, dark, and handsome

But that’s not how I’d describe you

You’re a little scrawny,

Your hair is kinda funny,

And you’ve got enough brains for two

The music began to build, and you were looking right at Spencer as you sang.

You talk my ear off about random facts

That I don’t give a shit about, but,

I’ll smile and nod

As you go on and on

Cause I want you to take me out

You laughed a little, then began playing your own guitar along with the lead guitarist before the chorus hit.

You see he’s got

1 2 3!

PHDs, and he knows exactly what I’m thinkin’ just by lookin’ at me

He knows everything about everything

Especially what to do in between the sheets, hey!

As you played your guitar and did your best to interact with the crowd before the next verse hit, Spencer’s blush had hit an all time high. The team, clearly enjoying the suggestive lyrics and the way Spencer had reacted to them, were now all dancing. Well, except Hotch. He was just laughing at Spencer along with the team.

You claim that you don’t have luck with girls

But I don’t see how that’s true

Cause those ladies are insane if they don’t want an agent

Who’s as fucking cute as you

Yeah, you talk my ear off about random facts

That I don’t give a shit about, but

I’ll smile and nod, ask a question or two,

Cause I’m kind of in love with you

Once again, you played guitar as the crowd got ready to sing along, now familiar with the words to the chorus. Spencer wasn’t looking, but Garcia had pulled out her phone to catch his reaction. (She already had plans to play the video at your wedding one day)

You see he’s got

1 2 3!

PHDs, and he knows exactly what I’m thinkin’ just by lookin’ at me

He knows everything about everything

Especially what to do in between the sheets

Because he’s got

1 2 3!

PHDs, so he shoulda known better than to be with someone like me

He’ll never forget a single moment of it

I just hope he won’t regret it…

Dear God, please don’t regret it!

Doctor Agent Super Genius,

It’s time to be an idiot and,

Fall in love with me

The lead guitarist had one last moment to shine as the song ended, and the crowd went wild before the band exited the stage.

~~~

It had been 15 minutes since your show had ended, and you finally made your way out of the back. After a change of clothes, and a small pep talk from the drummer in your band, you spotted Spencer and the team at a table in the back. As you made your way over, you caught the eye of Penelope Garcia, who immediately stood up and pulled you into an unexpected hug.

“Y/N Y/L/N! I am so excited to finally meet you!” She said, letting you go for only a brief moment before pulling you into a chair between herself and your boyfriend. He only got to give you a brief hello before Penelope began introducing you to everyone. “This is Derek, Emily, JJ, Rossi, and Hotch. Oh! And I’m Penelope, your new best friend.” You laughed at her excitement, taking it all in stride.

“Hi everyone, I’m Y/N. I hope you liked the show!” At the mention of the show, Spencer’s cheeks, which had only just begun to resemble his normal skin tone, turned red again.

“Oh trust me, Y/L/N, that was the best concert I’ve ever seen.” Derek said, laughing at Spencer’s reaction.

“You did amazing, as always.” Spencer said, glaring at Derek briefly before planting a light kiss on your cheek. This time, it was your turn to have your cheeks heat up.

“Please tell me you guys have a CD or something I can buy, I mean honestly, I’d be listening to your music even if it wasn’t for you dating the super genius.” Emily said, causing your face to light up.

“We don’t have any physical CDs yet, but all of our music is on itunes and spotify! We’re hoping to put together an album soon, once we record Doctor Agent Super Genius and a couple other songs we’ve written recently…” And you were off, talking about your music was always something you could do for hours.

As you got to know the team, and they got to know you, Spencer realized how stupid it had been of him to put this off. Sure, you and Spencer were completely different, but you fit into his life perfectly. He could already tell the team loved you, and knew you’d be a part of all of their lives for years to come.

~~~

When you got home after a long night of talking at the bar, you were surprised to immediately be pulled into a kiss by your boyfriend. When he finally pulled away from you, your could only laugh before you spoke.

“What was that for?”

“Doctor Agent Super Genius.” Was his answer, before he pecked your lips one more time.

“Oh yeah? Did you like the song?” You asked, even though you already knew the answer.

“I loved it. Although, you got something wrong.” You laughed lightly, expecting him to correct some grammar or fact from the song. “Falling in love with you wasn’t stupid. It’s the smartest thing I’ve ever done.” You beamed before kissing him this time, pouring all of your love into it as best you could.

“But you were right about me knowing everything. Especially in between the sheets. Care to let me prove it?” He said once you pulled away.

You happily let him prove his genius all night.

~~~

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tododekukiribakux · 3 years

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Never Fallen from Quite This High

[PROMPT: one-shot about Can being jealous and Tin dealing with that. From: Maoshi over at Ao3 THANK YOU <3] They were friends, damn near best friends.

At least, to everyone else they were. It wasn’t exactly how he wanted it, but while Can adjusted to the idea of having a boyfriend (though two months in Tin wasn’t sure how much adjusting he needed) and while he adjusted to having something he was terrified Tul would try to harm, they were keeping their relationship quiet. There were only a few people that didn’t seem to believe that was all they were, Pete of course was forever questioning what was going on between them, and with Pete came his Thai Program boyfriend who didn’t seem to like it when Pete questioned it, but he could sense him watching. Protecting. Ridiculous, since he’d ruin anyone who so much as touched a single hair on Can’s head. Unfortunately for everyone else, the threat was not only real, Tin had the means to do it and enough hurt buried in him to do so without remorse. Can was the only thing that kept him together, his life line, the one person who stomped out the raging fires before they could spread, offering calm instead and all he needed was to look at him to find peace.

He hated it being a secret, but there was one benefit that came along with it. Can jealous was just about the cutest thing he’d ever seen in his life. He had no cause to be jealous, his heart was Can’s, he’d already made it very clear that he was head-over-heels in love with him, much to Can's embarrassment. That had been cute as well, and so he said it whenever he was sure no one was listening, just to see the way Can’s face would heat up, watch him slap his hands over his face… and every now and again announce that he thought he was going to shit over it.

The jealousy came in different forms, it came whenever a girl was a bit too persistent in trying to get his number. Somehow the news always reached Can’s ears, and he most certainly didn’t find a way to make sure it did. He’d later find his boyfriend waiting for him, a pout already formed on his lips, his arms crossed in frustration.

It sometimes came simply because his little sister seemed to think there was something going on between him and Pete. Can hated the way she shipped them, even when Tin tried to point out that it was actually kind of funny that while she was shipping him with Pete, he was making out with her older brother just outside of her notice. After being denied so many kisses, after Can tried so hard to fight against them… they could hardly keep their lips off of each other now. It made hiding the relationship difficult, but he got a thrill out of seeing just how far they could push it before they got caught. He had a suspicion that Can did too. That or he was just far too jealous to stop it. Which was exactly how they’d ended up kissing just under the football stands, around the corner from where she was talking about how cute Pete was. Can had initiated that kiss, he’d practically attacked his mouth, and thus far it was one of Tin’s top five favorites that they’d shared.

Thanks to Ley, the jealousy even came when he talked to Pete. Did Tin talk to him perhaps just a bit more to get a rise out of Can? Certainly not. Of course not. He wouldn’t ever. It benefited Pete as well, at least, because as they stood talking, and in truth they were only talking about a project they had to work on together, he could see both Can and Ae out of the corner of his eyes, both with clenched fists, both pointedly staring and not discussing what they were angry about. Can because he couldn’t, Ae because well… who knew, he didn’t try to understand Pete’s little boyfriend.

“When you finish your portion of the information gathering, can you email it to me? I’ll put it together with mine and then we can figure it out from there?” Pete’s voice broke him out of his thoughts, and he offered an indifferent nod of his head.

“I’m almost done, I’ll get it to you tomorrow,” he shrugged, checking his phone as he glanced towards Can, who was now facing away, his hand pointing towards the field as he spoke with Pete’s boyfriend. Pete himself cheerfully agreed that getting his part of the assignment the next day worked, but something else had his attention, his hand over his mouth as he stifled the laughter that was shaking his shoulders. “What is it, now?” He questioned, his voice bored - he didn’t actually care, in truth, but he figured Pete was probably going to tell him anyway. Whatever was making him laugh was on his phone, Pete’s eyes were locked on it.

“Are you very sure you and Can aren’t… you know… together?” The words were giggled, an actual damn giggle. His eyes roamed back over to where the guy that actually was his boyfriend stood, his back was still facing away. But he noted that Can also had his phone in hand. Tin slowly looked back to Pete’s phone as his curiosity piqued. What did Can’s crazy ass do now?

“Last I checked we were not, as I’ve told you before. He’s a good friend.” That didn’t seem to put a stop to the flow of giggles, they only increased as Pete handed his phone over for Tin to look at, instagram already pulled up on it’s screen.

“Scroll back up a bit, Can… find Can,” it didn’t take long, it never did, he had his profile picture, his account name committed to memory. It was Tin now biting back a laugh, a picture of him and Can that they’d taken just after one of his games showing as his latest update. There wasn’t anything about it that screamed that they were dating, his arm was around Can, and he was actually smiling for a change while Can positively beamed. What did make it seem like something was going on was the caption, and the fact that Lemon had not only been tagged but had commented demanding an explanation that Can argued against.

The caption said nothing more than MY friend, the word my in all caps as though he was trying to prove a point. Lemon tagged just beside it. The comments below were a small sibling argument that had Tin stuck biting the side of his hand as he read it, both to stop the smile and to keep himself grounded.

“Something wrong, Cantaloupe?” He questioned as they made their way into his bedroom, his boyfriend immediately dropping his bag unceremoniously on the floor and flopping himself dramatically on his bed. He knew what was wrong, he’d known earlier in the day from his actions, from the picture he’d posted where Ley had demanded to know why he cared who she shipped him with. The pout hadn’t left his lips since, and Tin only saw one real solution. As far as he was concerned, Tul could go straight to hell, it wasn’t like he’d ever allow him near Can anyway. Therefore, the metaphorical ball was left with Can, he could either send it towards the goal - the goal that let everyone know they were together, that they were in love even if Can had yet to utter the words, or he could keep dribbling the ball and allowing his jealousy to grow.

Tin, for his part, was very much hoping he’d be the strong football player he knew he was and kick that ball as hard as he could towards the net.

“You’re MY boyfriend! Not Ai’Pete’s! Or anyone else's, it makes me so mad,” he could see that, and though he tried to sympathize with the man laying on his bed, he couldn’t help but smile as he kicked his legs wildly in frustration, the loud oiiiiii sounding through the air.

“All yours, forever, so what’s the problem?” He was egging it on just slightly, pretending he didn’t know the problem, but of course he did. Still, Tin sat down beside where Can lay, raising his eyebrows as he was glared at.

“No one knows! Ley has people thinking you might be with Pete! Then there’s that girl that’s always talking to you. I heard someone ask someone else if you were dating her and they said they thought you might be! But you aren’t!” Tin reached a hand out, gently cupping Can’s face as he leaned down, brushing his lips over his.

“So tell the world. Correct your post, I’m not your friend Can.” Can lay in silence, Tin’s face staying quite close as he watched his expression shift. Wide eyes turned to determination, and though Can never said the words, he wore his emotions clearly on his face. He wanted to hear those three words so badly, but seeing the love written there plain as day was enough. For now.

“Will you take a picture with me, Tin?”

“You don’t even have to ask. You just have to send it to me.” Can’s phone was in his hand the moment he said he would, the camera opened. What Tin had expected was the typical picture they so often took, side by side, eyes turned towards the camera (though admittedly, more often than not, his own eyes ended up on Can), one of them with a wide smile and the other with the smallest of smiles. Tin started to sit up for that very picture, surprised as he was pulled back down, Can’s lips crashing into his, his fingers immediately tangling in his hair. The picture was forgotten, his eyes falling shut as he eagerly returned the kiss, as he breathed him in. The shutter sound as a picture was taken was what caused him to break away, his eyes on Can’s phone as he saw a picture of them kissing up on the screen.

Before anything else, Can pulled up his texts, sending the picture to Tin before he pulled up instagram. Not only did he feel complete shock, but a wave of relief watching his boyfriend post a picture of them kissing, a caption this time in all caps that only said MY BOYFRIEND with not only Ley tagged, but him this time. He felt a surge of pride, of love, as he watched the smile that spread over Can’s face. Tin moved to lay beside him, his own phone in his hand as he saved the picture, and before Can could stop him, posted it to his own instagram.

Except his caption was a bit more.

I love you, Cantaloupe.

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fredweesleyismyslut · 4 years

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Really this Weasel? Spencer Reid x Reader

A/N: Okay so hey guys, I’m back and since we’re all basically quarantined and I’m doing online school I had plenty of time so I started to write again. I’m so sorry for slacking so much there was just so much school going on and existential crises to have. I know I have some requests still in my inbox so I will work on those I promise I’m not forgetting you guys this idea just popped in my head and I had to write it since I’ve been binge-watching Supernatural and Criminal minds lately and had the idea of what it would be like to watch our baby Spence meet the Winchesters. Anyways, I’ve been saying that I wanted to write for other fandoms besides Harry Potter so this is my first non Harry Potter post please give it love I worked hard on it:((. Also, stay safe guys and make sure you wash your hands and practice social distancing.

You waited impatiently at the front, tapping your foot, as you crossed your arms slightly. “Spence, you almost ready?” Your boyfriend peeked his head from your bedroom door, “I can’t find my tie. I picked it out specifically just for this day.” he said letting out an exasperated sigh. A sigh escaped from your lips, as your lips quirked up slightly at the feeling that he was so worked up over this day. “You’re just meeting my brothers. They could honestly care less if you wear a tie or not Spence.” you shouted towards the bedroom, “I mean they might actually make fun of you because of the tie…” you mumbled under your breath. Spence came out of the room, holding up his tie, “Found it.” he said with his puppy smile that spread a smile across your face too. “Come here, you dork.” Pulling his face down to yours you placed a kiss on his nose before helping him with his tie. Spence smiled shyly as he opened the door for you, exaggerating his movements to mimic a butler of some kind. “Why thank you, good sir,” you said taking his elbow as you walked to the elevator. Arriving at the small diner your brothers had picked out you opened the door. “Hey, y/n!” you heard a gruff voice call out your name as an arm wrapped itself around your shoulder, “You’ve gotten smaller since I last saw you.” your brother, the one and only, Dean Winchester said his lips quirking up mischievously as he ruffled your hair. “Or you’re just shrinking, old man.” You replied, your lips giving the identical quirk as you punched his shoulder. “Hey, I’m not even that old.” You held Spence’s hand as Dean lead you to the seats he and Sam had picked out. Sam, your other older brother, sat already staring at his laptop screen obviously researching for another hunt. Oh, yeah, you and your brothers weren’t just regulars you guys were hunters. Spence obviously had no clue of you being a hunter he just assumed that you and your family were kind of like gypsies you wandered around. You traveled with your brothers until a case took you to the FBI headquarters where you met Spence and you’ve settled in an apartment near the place, which was only supposed to be temporary till you two started dating. Dean sat down and turned to look at Spence, “So you’re the lucky bastard dating my kid sister.” Spencer was about to answer until Dean cut him off turning to you, “Really this weasley guy?” You puffed a breath of air out, “Yeah this guy and he’s amazing, squirrel.” Dean’s cheeks flushed slightly at the nickname and before he could lash back, Sam ever the responsible one held his hand out. “Nice to meet you, Spencer, right?” Spence nodded, shaking Sam’s hand. “We hear you work for the FBI.” You squeezed his hand softly, trying to get him to relax, “Yes, I work as a profiler. Y/n tells me that you guys are hunters?” Sam and Dean exchanged glances as they nodded. Dean’s eyes met yours as a mischievous glint clashed in them, “I hear it’s not that hard to get into the FBI, I mean heck even I could do it.” he joked, referencing the many times you and your siblings had impersonated FBI for a case. Kicking his foot under the table you turned to Spence, “He’s just trying to haze you Spence don’t let him bother you, right Dean?” you clenched your teeth slightly as you said his name giving him a slight glare. “You guys must deal with some pretty bad people,” Sam said, trying to divert the conversation. Spence cleared his throat, “Yeah, I guess you could say that. Just last week one of my friends got shot and the other two got kidnapped by a gang.” he said nonchalantly as if this was normal for everyone. Dean huffed slightly as he muttered, “Yeah real scary.” Giving him a soft glare and mouthing, “Shut up.” you smiled up at Spence. “I’m just glad they’re all okay.” Spence nodded swiftly, clearly resisting the urge to kiss you in front of your brothers so instead you kissed his lips softly. “Ugh gross dude,” Dean said as he gave a threatening glare to Spence. “If we’re all done why don’t we head back to my place. You said you had something to show me right, Sam?” you asked. Sam nodded as his voice took a serious tone, “Yeah, it’s pretty bad.” Getting the hint you stood up, motioning for everyone to do the same, leaving a tip you walked out.

Once arriving at your apartment you looked around, “Anyone want water or tea?” “Got any beer?” Dean asked as he walked towards your refrigerator to find some, “I’ll take a coffee.” Sam said softly motioning for you to follow him. “Play nice, squirrel, I promise I’ll break bones if my boyfriend is missing.” Dean held his hands up in defense as he put his feet up on the couch, “I won’t bite him.” You followed Sam into your spare guest room, “What’s the schtick?” you questioned concern lacing your voice, “You two aren’t in trouble again are you?” Sam shook his head softly chuckling, “When are we never in trouble...but no it’s a different problem. We think there’s a case down in Tennesse.” “What makes you think that?” Sam turned his laptop towards you with news on the screen, bodies were laid around the scene with huge claw marks slashed across the side. “Either that’s a humongous bear or we’ve got what a werewolf?” You peered at the screen trying to get a closer mark at the scratches, “Maybe...but we don’t know for sure yet all we know is it’s definitely not a bear. Unless bears roam around in big cities and can get into an apartment on the sixteenth floor.” You huffed, “So, you want me to come?” Sam shoved his hands in his pockets, “Dean doesn’t want you coming but I think it’d be nice to have a second pair of eyes and a more reasonable brain to deal with.” He moved closer to you pulling you into a side hug, “And I’ve missed my baby sister.” he whispered into your hair as he kissed your forehead before ruffling your hair. “Well, I’m game it’s been a while since I’ve gotten my adrenaline pumping.” Sam smiled down at you from his tall frame until a yell in the living room. “What the hell?” you yelled out looking between Spencer and Dean. The yelling had been from Dean shouting about losing poker, “You didn’t tell me your boyfriend was a freaking genius.” he muttered clearly bummed at the fact that he had lost poker to your boyfriend who was sitting with a small but obvious smug smile on his face. “That’s my boyfriend.” you said sashaying your hips and wrapping your arms around Spence with a quick kiss to his cheek, “Suck that Dean. Don’t underestimate the Boy Wonder.” “Heyyyy!” Spence said pulling away, “I hate it when you call me that.” Chuckling Dean looked up, “Boy Wonder?” “Shut up Deanie boy.” you said sticking your tongue out, “You’re just mad my boyfriend made you his bitch.” “He did not make me his bitch. I’m pretty sure he cheated anyways.” “Oh shut it.” you said kissing his cheek too as he pouted, “I’ve missed you Dean.” “Yeah I’ve missed you too squirt.” he said hugging you back. “Why don’t you guys stay the night?” you asked looking over at Sam who nodded. “Okay cool. You’re cool with that right?” you looked up at Spence who nodded his affirmation, “Of course this is your place and they’re your brothers. I should head back home anyways before it gets dark.” You pouted walking him to the door, “You do know you can stay right?” “Yeah, but you should have this time with your brothers you haven’t seen them in a year.” Smiling you kissed him, this is the reason why you fell in love with the genius profiler, “You know I love you right, Spence?” He sighed contentedly, “Of course, and I love you y/n, always. Call me in the morning?” Nodding you hugged him one last time as he waved to your brothers and left. “Kid’s nice but I still don’t like him...he would be useful when we go to Vegas sometime,” Dean said pouting in the corner taking another swig. Laughing, you jumped onto the couch between your two older brothers, “I’ve missed you guys so much.” Your older brothers laughed along, their chests vibrating at the sound emitting as they hugged you on both sides, “We missed you too kid, don’t go leaving us like that again.” “So, what’s the plan for tomorrow?” sighing ensued on Dean’s side, “You told her dude.” Oh, how you missed this the banter from your two brothers as they fought over your safety, to which you reminded you were capable of protecting yourself and shutting them both up with the good old, “You literally went to hell without me, if that’s not what I call stupid then I don’t know what, so I’m coming to keep the two of YOU safe.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #reid #spencer #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds x y/n #supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x y/n #sam winchester #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester x reader #supernatural x reader #matthew gray gubler #jensen ackles #jared padalecki

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hotchgan · 4 years

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Dinner with an FBI Agent (Ethan Ramsey x Hotch’s Daughter)

Hey guys! This is an AU where my mc (Casey Hotchner) is the daughter of Aaron Hotchner. I explained her backstory in a previous post. Also I don't own any if the characters except my mc and credits to whoever took the pictures above.

Summery: Ethan finally gets to meet his girlfriends dad. (P.S He’s an FBI Agent)

Taglist: @lizsmith-22 @openheart12 @eleanorbloom @htgawparksandrec

Ethan has never been more nervous than the past 10 years as a doctor. He was finally going to meet his girlfriend’s dad, Aaron Hotchner. Ethan never had a relationship this serious where he has to meet his girlfriend's family. He could think about all the times he was nervous but nothing could compare to this. Casey’s mom died when she was 13 by a serial killer. At least that’s all she told him. She told him she is always a daddy’s girl so he knew he had to make a good first impression. He paced himself in the living room waiting for Casey to get dressed.

“I’m ready!”

Ethan turned around to see his girlfriend is a dark green backless knee-length dress. God, green is definitely her color.

“Nervous?”Casey asked with an amused smile.

“If you’re talking about the fact I’m going to meet your father who profiles serial killers for a living, then yes”

Casey laughed as she went up to him to place a kiss on his cheek.

“Don’t worry, I told him not to profile you”

He holds her chin as he placed his lips on her.

“You look stunning”, he muttered to her.

“And you, Ramsey, look pretty good yourself”, she replied running her hands on his suit.

“Should I be nervous?” Ethan asks.

“Oh yes, definitely”, Casey replied back. Ethan pulled himself back while he watched his girlfriend laugh.

“That’s not helping”. Before she could say anything further, the doorbell rang.

“That’s him!” Casey look up to him and said,”Don’t worry he’ll like you, I promise”

Ethan felt relieved as he walked up the door. Casey opened the door to see a tall man in a dark grey suit with a frown on his face.

“Daddy!”

Hotch pulls his daughter into a hug and smiled.

“Casey, princess, it’s been so long” Hotch says as he kissed her forehead. He looks up to see her boyfriend with same frown as earlier.

“And you must be Ethan?”

“Yes, Mr. Hotchner” Ethan replied as he gave him a handshake. He stared to him as if he was making a profile of him.

“Come dad, let me show you the living room” Casey told him as she leads him to the living room.

“You have a nice view”, Hotch says as he was trying to be nice to the man who his daughter loves.

“Thank you”, Ethan said as he sat down next to Casey.

“So how long have you two been dating?” Hotch asks keeping his glare at Ethan.

“Almost a year”, Ethan replied. He noticed his girlfriend smiling as she remembered the day he confessed to her.

“Hm, I would ask you what you do but I already had a background check on you so-”

“Dad!” Casey interrupted him.

“What? You only said not to profile him”, He said playing innocent.

“I told you to be nice”, Casey whispered back the same frown her dad taught her. “Okay, I’m sorry”,her dad quickly apologized. Ethan wondered on what her dad already knew from his background check. He knows he doesn't have a criminal record but he still felt like he knew all of his secrets.

“Would like to eat something Mr. Hotchner?” Ethan asked trying to change the subject.

“Sure”, he said. They all moved to the dinning room where Ethan sets up the food.

“So how was work dad?”

“Oh you know the usual, We had to profile a disorganized psychopath who was targeting couples in their car”. Ethan silently gulped.

“What about you?” Hotch asks as if he was daring him to say something better.

“Tell him about the coffee patient!” Casey says.

“There was this one patient who was having pain in his stomach so I asked him how many times are you drinking coffee in a day-”

“And then he got all mad and threw coffee and him! Apparently he drinks 10 cups of coffee a day!” Casey interrupted while laughing. Ethan and Hotch joined the laughter while eating their food. They both starting to tell hilarious stories in the hospital from P.I.T.A patients to the interns Ethan yells at. Casey also started to mention how they both first met and how Ethan was being an asshole. Ethan was slightly embarrassed but he knew he wouldn't have it any other way. Ethan did notice that Hotch was always keeping his glare at him. Hotch looks at his daughter smiling while holding her boyfriend's hand. He couldn't help but smile that her daughter may have found her special someone. Hotch started to tell embarrassing stories when Casey was a child. He made sure to include the part where Casey dressed up as him for Halloween when she was 4. Casey smiled seeing that her dad and her boyfriend are getting along. She also felt relieved that her dad wasn't treating Ethan as a suspect for a murder. After they were finished, Ethan gets the plates and starts to clean them in the sink. They all move to the kitchen to finish their conversation. Soon it was time for Hotch to leave for his flight back to Quantico. Ethan and Casey both walk Hotch to the front door.

“And one last thing, if you ever hurt my daughter I promise you will never see the light of day again”, Hotch said glaring at Ethan making him feel intimidated.

Casey laughed nervously, “He’s joking”.

“I’m not joking”, Hotch says again in a serious tone.

“Heyyy, look at the time, you should be going dad”, Casey says while giving him the Hotchner look. Hotch says their goodbyes and leaves for the airport. Casey closes the door and sighs in relief.

“I’m so sorry-”

“It’s alright”, Ethan says with a smile. Ethan caresses her cheek before closing the distance between them. “Do you think he likes me?” Ethan asks making sure he did a good impression of his girlfriend’s dad.

“He better, but don’t worry I still love you”, Casey says putting her arms around his neck.

“and I will always love you”, Ethan says before taking her to their bed.

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Later that night ...

Casey got up from bed. It should be around noon in Virginia, she thought. Casey gets her phone and starts dialing her father's number. She waited for him to pick it.

"SSA Aaron Hotchner"

"Hey dad, this is Casey"

"Hello princess, shouldn't you've sleeping right now?"

"Yea but I wanted to make sure you got home safe"

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'm at my office right now"

"So .. what do you think of Ethan?"

" He's.. alright" Casey laughed, " Just alright?"

"I mean if you truly love him then I can live with that"

"Aw, but I'm still mad that you did a background check on him"

"C'mon, his record was clean anyways"

"I know but still"

"I'm sorry princess, it's just a force of habit"

"Wait ... You did a background check on all my boyfriends?!"

"Oh shit .. I have to got sweetheart .. uh Strauss is calling me" Hotch quickly hanged up not wanting to hear his daughter yell at him for checking all her boyfriend's records. Casey looked at the phone and smiled. She was mad but she was happy that her father likes Ethan.

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Hotch’s POV:

“So, did you finally meet Casey’s boyfriend?”

Hotch looks up to see David Rossi, Casey’s godfather. Rossi was Hotch’s best friend ever since he joined the BAU. He was there for him when Haley, Casey’s mom, died and always had his back.

“Yup, just came back from Boston”

"So ... what's he like?" Rossi asked while sitting in the chair in front of his desk.

"Well he seemed nervous and intimidated at first but he seemed to loosen up when Casey started talking. He also taps his foot when he gets nervous. Casey seemed to be really happy and not afraid to embarrass him so he must treating her right and-"

"Whoa slow down Hotch, I just asked how he's like not to profile him", Rossi laughed. Just then JJ came in the room.

"What are you two laughing about?", JJ asked.

"I asked what he thinks of Casey's boyfriend and he gave me a full profile of him". JJ laughed and said, "C'mon we have another case, you can talk on the plane". All three of them left Hotch's office and went into the conference room.

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Thank you for reading! I apologize in advance if I made any mistakes. I will take criticism but not hate. Thank you!

#ethan ramsey #aaron hotchner #open heart #criminal minds #ethan x mc #hotch daughter

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daniellesimagines · 4 years

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❀❀ a list of lines from every single work-in-progress to be linked later when i actually post them just bc i’m bored ❀❀

ashton irwin

And I get that it may seem obviously to other people, but... I’m not watching this on TV and you’re not here and I don’t know what people are saying about me being my back

If she’s not back by sunset, I’m leaving camp to look for her. And if something happened to her, you’re dead

I don’t care about what everyone else will say -- I care about you and your safety, so you can either stay with me at my place until everything with him is sorted out or I can sleep on your couch, but I am not leaving you alone

She deserves better than that, Ashton! She deserves better than you!

I’m a burden on everybody! That’s why I’m here -- that’s why they threw me in a mental hospital and left!

Nothing ever means anything to you anyway

She’s still my ex! Just because she ‘needed help’ doesn’t make it less weird!

Remember how you said if I needed anything, you’d do it...? C-Can I just have a hug?

You fucking heard me. Stop the fucking car

I’m not dating your ex. I asked her out if that’s what you mean

Maybe you could argue that ‘just friends’ do that too, but it’s not ‘just friends’ when Ashton does it for you

I just... I can’t...handle losing someone right after I almost lost you

Are you tall enough to ride the merry-go-round at the fair by yourself?

I’m all for taking credit for my work, but I’m not taking credit for this because 1) I didn’t do it, and 2) it’s sloppy as hell

She clearly needs someone right now and unfortunately for me, she chose you

I’ve heard your friends talking... I know no one thinks he’s still alive

I may be desperate for money, but I’m not selling my body for some rich, entitled frat guys to jack off to!

If you want to be embarrassed, that’s fine, but I’m not going to stand here and listen to you berate yourself like this

Those spirits at the prison we investigated a couple weeks ago really liked you

awsten knight

What could possibly be so hard for her?! She’s a Princess, for Christ’s sake!

Can’t imagine keeping everything bottled up is any easier than letting someone in

calum hood

I know you don’t like her, but telling her she’s not allowed to hug me around you is fucking ridiculous

Do you make it a habit to spy on people or am I just today’s lucky winner?

You can’t lie just to get me there -- I would have gone anyway

I’m not lying to Calum; I’m just not telling him how I feel

You know how you said I should be falling in love instead of living in that house...? I’m glad it’s gonna be with you

How am I meant to have fun with him around?

You wouldn’t do the things you do if you really loved me

When you’re not here, it’s easier to pretend you still love me

I have a question -- why is that guy looking at his corn dog like that?

Please don’t make me say it again -- the first time was embarrassing enough

If he knew he was going to meet you, he never would have told her those things

I can guarantee you that baby’s not his

I never stopped wanting you either

He wouldn’t have dumped me if he was still in love with me

If you were getting tired of me, you could have just said so

Always knew I’d cry if I met you guys -- just didn’t think this would be the reason

I can’t just not pay you for watching my dog for 5 months

Will you at least let me know what it’s like to kiss you?

Do you know how weird it is to have feelings for your boss?

If they want nothing to do with you, then I want nothing to do with them

Secrets don’t stay that way forever; They all have to come out eventually

He keeps asking if he can call you Mummy

It’s heartbreaking in all the right places

I told you getting the blonde put into your hair was a bad idea

cody carson

The day you get something different from Starbucks is the day I let Pistol sleep in your bedroom

At least I’ve never lied when I told you I love you

Wait, someone tried to kidnap that little girl on your lap?

dacre montgomery

My worst nightmare is disappointing Steve Irwin

damien haas

Am I even on this show right now? Is this all just some freakishly realistic dream?

harry styles

Would you have apologized if your daughter hadn’t made you?

Daddy doesn’t love me anymore

Since when are you afraid of getting rejected?

jamie follese

I can’t help when I disappear! The cake batter calls to me and I must answer her!

He asks if I love you all the time even though I always say yes

I think I could talk my way out of jail

louis tomlinson

Nothing’s ever scared me more than the thought of losing you

luke hemmings

If I’m feeling this bad about meeting his friends, I don’t know what I’m gonna do when he wants to tell the fans

We’re only here for a few days; You’re just going to have to deal with sharing a bed until we leave

We made a bet on which one of you would confess your feelings first

Even if it wasn’t what he wanted to hear, he still needed to

She closes the store alone tonight -- you didn’t hear it from me

How many strings did my husband have to pull for this?

She doesn’t even want him! She’s only with him because she knows I do!

You know I don’t like when you do this to yourself

I got my ass handed to me by an 11-year-old and her Pokemon master of an aunt

I have nightmares almost every night, but I only come in here when they’re about you

She’s a hostage in a bank robbery! Of course I care about her being in there!

You’re by yourself in the stables at 11pm with tears on your face. Don’t tell me nothing’s wrong

Don’t be mad just because your siblings love me more than they love you

You know that means nothing to me! Stop bragging about having colors!

Even I’m not heartless enough to leave you without a dance partner

marshall traver

Nobody is alone -- not even in this world

You’re only apologizing because I’m the Princess; You wouldn’t be if I were a nobody

maxx danziger

I told him you hate water; I told him and he decided to try and throw you in anyway

Too used to blowing me off on the phone, you forgot how to talk to me in person?

I think they deserve a teacher who wants to see them succeed

If she’s still wearing her ring, she’s clearly not ready to date other people

You’re staying even though my dad’s an idiot, right?

We’re gonna circle back to the fetish thing later because I don’t believe you don’t have one for a second

michael clifford

Wouldn’t want you to stay longer than you have to just because of me

If you never say ‘I love you’ back to me, that’s completely okay

You’ve been crying, kitten; I can tell

Is there any point when you’re not going to be useless to us?

You fired her because you’re in love with her?!

What can I say? His parents are raising him right

Don’t even think about touching my brother again

Hit me like you mean it

Last day of camp -- won’t be able to do this until next summer

I know you paid my rent

Nothing would piss off that asshole more than getting the girl he wants

Since when would he jump at the chance to defend me?

I know you’ve seen how different he is with me now

The first thing I heard when I woke up was ‘I wish that I could wake up with amnesia and forget about the stupid little things’ and I did

Unlike the girls you sleep with, I actually like being with a guy who can make me cum

It can’t possibly get worse than the hell you’re living right now

I love Michael... Oh my God... Ashton, I’m in love with Michael

Please bless us with this work of art

The only good thing about this tie is that it’s blocking some of the brightness from how pale you are

Why do you even have this song on cassette in the first place?!

She’s safe -- that’s all I’m allowed to say

How did two 11-year-olds manage to pull off the biggest switch ever?

You know they’re not going to let you marry me

I’m not a stranger to staying with people who treat me poorly

If I can handle you, I think I’m prepared for pretty much anything

You make Mumma forget about him and be happy and I like when Mumma’s happy

You said you weren’t going to let go of me

Can you write a song telling your soulmate to be less depressing? It’s really starting to worry me

I’m not stupid; I’ve seen your face -- I know I’m not getting out of this alive

I can either push past you or you can let me go, but I am going to go kiss my wife whether I have your permission or not

Not the worst injury I’ve ever had and definitely won’t be the last

This is not who I expected to be kissing when I put this dress on

ryan follese

Best of luck with your engagement to the Princess

I can’t put myself in a relationship I know won’t last

spencer reid

I didn’t marry a profiler, Spencer! I married you!

Any of us would have gone in to save your daughter -- it just happened to be me this time

tom holland

I know you love me, Tom -- I know you do... But it hurts that you don’t want other people to know it too...

trevor collins

I kinda wanted to wait and see if you were actually real before I said anything...

You may not be irreplaceable to the company, but you’re irreplaceable to me

I know you’re not sick; I know you just said it because you wanted to leave work early

zach dewall

I told you they were gonna be angry when they said it...

#work in progress #could also be a prompt list so #prompts #prompt list #sentence starters

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watchmegetobsessed · 4 years

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Enchanted - Adam Sackler (pt. 2)

hi guys! this is a repost because something went wrong with the original one and it couldn’t be opened for some reason. let me know if it doesn’t work again! im also posting this story on AO3 so if anything happens next time you can always find it there! click here to see my profile

series summary: You are casted as Giselle in the Broadway adaptation of Enchanted with Adam as Robert.

word count: ~4k

Part 1

masterlist

Chapter title: Limo

“Let’s see one more time from the second verse,” Cynthia, your vocal coach instructs sitting back behind the piano, eyes fixed on the sheets before her fingers start working on the keys, bringing the song alive again.

Taking a deep breath your chest buffs and a moment later you are singing the lines you’ve been practicing for hours now. Your vocal chords feel tired, but you keep pushing and the notes come out almost perfectly.

“Amazing! Don’t forget to make the end of the second line a little more airy and sweet,” Cynthia reminds you when you finish and grabbing a pen you circle the word to remind yourself next time.

“Thank you, will do,” you smile as you start packing your stuff.

It’s been just two days since the table reading, so far you’ve had two rehearsals with Cynthia and two meetings with the animation crew that will be making the beginning of the story into animation, just like in the movie and it’s going to be projected to four different screens on the stage, giving a shorter version of the original one before anyone sets feet on stage in real life. You are beyond excited and thrilled to see the outcome of all these little pieces, but that’s gonna take a little longer.

As you say your goodbye to Cynthia you walk out of the room and head up to the office since Petra asked you to drop by for some more signing. One arm deep in your bag, you’re looking for your phone when you turn the corner in the hallway and you bump right into someone.

“Whoa there, Giselle. Watch out, this is the real world.”

Two large hands are on your arms as Adam’s low chuckle rings in your ear.

“Oh, sorry. I’m a little tired,” you shyly smile taking a step back and as your eyes find his gaze the picture of him spanking that girl in the short film appears in front of you, making your cheeks red as a tomato.

“It’s exhausting being a princess, right?” he jokes with a charming smile, brushing his hair out of his forehead as he shifts his weight from one leg to the other. “Where you headed?”

“I just, um… I need to sign a few papers in the office.”

“You done for the day?” “Yeah, I just had a rehearsal with my vocal couch,” you nod tugging your hair behind your ears, his intense look making your nerves tremble inside you. This man is really just something else and figuring out seems like the hardest task you’ve had to face so far.

“Sounds great, wanna grab something to eat? I feel like we should get to know each other better. Dance practices start tomorrow, I would hate to feel awkward when we are trying to look madly in love.”

He has a valid point, though you’re not sure if being alone with him is a good idea, but you just don’t want to appear rude, so you don’t have any choice than to accept the invitation. Adam walks you to the office and waits for you while you sign the paperwork, chatting up with a young assistant outside and when you return you have no doubt she has fallen for him under those three minutes you’ve spent inside.

“Alright, see you around Susan,” he salutes seeing you walk out.

“Bye Adam!” she giggles returning to her work and you can’t help but glare at her a little longer, watching her absentminded smile linger on her lips from the conversation with him.

“What?” Adam asks when the two of you are in the elevator and most likely your look on him gives away you are deep in your thoughts about him.

“Nothing,” you shake your head forcing your eyes away from his tall frame.

“Come on, I can tell you have something to say,” he chuckles tilting his head to the side.

“I don’t,” you insist. No way you are telling him what’s been on your mind.

“So you are the kind of person who just pushes everything deep down into herself and then at one point you’ll just explode?”

“I’m not pushing anything down, I just like to keep some stuff private,” you narrow your eyes at him. “Do you share everything you think about with the people around you?”

“Actually, I do,” he states as the elevator door opens and you walk out side-by-side. “I’m an honest person and I have always had a hard time filtering what leaves my mouth.”

“So you just blurt everything out?” you ask with an amused chuckle.

“Basically,” he nods holding the door open for you as the two of you step out into the chilly late afternoon of the city.

“That’s can’t be too beneficial sometimes.”

“Have I offended people with my words? Definitely, but at least you don’t have to worry about what I think about because you actually know,” he scoffs and you shake your head at him chuckling.

He suggests a pasta place near and you let him lead the way while the two of you keep up a rather light, nice conversation. When you finally sit at the table with your delicious looking carbonara spaghetti right in front of you, that’s when you realize how hungry you’ve really been feeling.

“So, I’m not really big on dancing,” he starts, eyes fixed on his plate as he twirls his fork around, getting the pasta around it before sticking it into his mouth. “I apologize for all the times I’ll crush your feet in advance.”

“How did you get the part if you can’t dance?” you chuckle.

“Do you think Patrick Dempsey was a great dancer in the movie?” he asks and you see his point. “Anyway, I’m just that charming, I guess,” he shrugs jokingly.

“Yeah. I’ll be doing the real work anyway.”

“All the singing, dancing and everything, it really is on your shoulders.”

You just silently nod, suddenly realizing the truth behind those words. The excitement and amusement have pushed everything aside in the past week, but the thought of being a leading role in a Broadway show has been weighing on you secretly, building up your anxiety in the back of your mind about how much is really on your performance.

“Did I say something?” Adam asks, the fork stopping in his hand before he places it back onto his plate, looking at you searching for an answer.

“No, you didn’t.”

“Then why do you look like you just saw a pedophile for the first time?”

“That’s an odd comparison,” you huff at his words.

“But it’s the truth. So what’s gotten you all pale suddenly?”

“I guess it’s just the weight of this whole thing,” you shrug, trying to make it look like a smaller deal than it really is for you.

“It really is a big thing,” he nods in agreement and you’re glad he doesn’t try to convince you it’s just all in your head. “When my previous show opened on Broadway, my then girlfriend just dropped at me that she is moving to Iowa and I couldn’t focus through the night, I felt like I fucked the whole thing up.”

The mentioning of his ex-girlfriend has you wondering who he is talking about. Is this the girl from the film or the one he made the movie with? Is this Jessa girl still his girlfriend anyway? You didn’t find that out and it would be weird to just ask him about it, right?

“Sounds like the worst thing to say to someone who is about to go on stage.”

“Yeah, she didn’t really understand the concept of timing, I guess.” Adam shakes his head at the thought as he continues eating and your curiosity is growing bigger with each passing moment. You just can’t let it slip without a word, you need to ask him about the film. He put it out himself for the whole world to see, he can’t be that ashamed of it, right?

“So… Is this the girl from your film?”

His eyes flicker up to you and you immediately feel your cheeks heating up under his gaze. At first you regret opening your mouth, his straight face frightens you, but then you see that tiny smile playing on his lips and you figure he is more amused than mad.

“So you did your search on me.”

“My friend did,” you shrug and this is the truth, it was Lora who went digging, but he doesn’t have to know it was your idea.

“I bet you have questions.” Leaning back in his seat he drops his hands to his lap.

“Quite a few,” you nod, not wanting to lie now. This is your chance to have a better look at what kind of man he really is.

“Shoot them.”

“Is it true? The plot really happened?”

“Indeed,” he nods without the slightest sign of shame on his face. “I dated Hannah, kind of on and off for a while, then we broke up, and I formed a surprising bond with her best friend, Jessa that eventually turned into a relationship.”

“Don’t you think it was fucked up to date your ex’s best friend?”

You still haven’t been able to wrap your head around the betrayal that it must have been for the first girl, to see her ex with someone she probably trusted and loved.

“I’m not denying that we could have dealt with the situation in a smarter and nicer way, it would have been better if we just came clear at the beginning and be honest with Hannah, but I do not regret being with Jessa.”

“Has she moved on?” you ask and you quickly add: “Hannah, I mean.”

“She lives upstate now and has a baby. As far as I know she and Jessa made up, so… Yeah.”

“So you and Jessa are not together anymore?” You find yourself asking, and the amount of curiosity in yourself surprises you. You definitely shouldn’t care about this as much as you do.

“No,” he shakes his head. “It was never gonna last, we were destroying each other.”

You’re dying to know more, wanting to find out what he really means by that, but you feel like you can’t cross this line just yet, so you have to put up with whatever you got.

“You watched the whole thing?” His eyes flicker up to you, now he is the curious one.

“No, just a little bit of it,” you say, feeling the blush return to your cheeks as the spanking scene immediately starts in your mind again. Adam stares at you for a bit, trying to figure out how much you really saw and you guess your face gives you away way more than you’d want it.

“You think I’m weird,” he states and not questions.

“I was just… surprised,” you admit chuckling. “I wasn’t expecting to see you spank someone on the screen.”

“So you are that… vanilla type of person, huh?”

“I’m sorry?” you grimace.

“Spanking is not that kinky, you wouldn’t believe what kind of fucked up shit people actually do. But if you are horrified of spanking you really are that prude type of person.”

“I’m not prude,” you defend yourself, the hurt in yourself surprising you. Why do you care what he thinks about you?

“Oh really?” He raises his eyebrows at you, obviously enjoying where the conversation is heading. “What’s the most extreme place where you’ve had sex?”

Now you really think your head looks like a tomato and you regret getting into this conversation. You should have known he would go into details.

“I’m not talking about this with you.” Shaking your head you reach for your drink and wish you could drown yourself in the icy water.

“Why? It’s not that big of a deal, you already know something juicy about me,” he chuckles, clearly enjoying making you feel uncomfortable.

“No, but I don’t think it’s appropriate.”

“You’ve seen me spanking someone, I’m sure you can’t get the picture out of your head. Give me something I can think about so we can be equal.”

“That’s literally the worst reasoning I’ve ever heard,” you shake your head laughing.

“Come on! If you tell me, it will help bringing us closer and we can work together better.”

“I doubt that would be the situation,” you give him a look placing your glass back to the table, but he is just smirking at you cheekily.

“I won’t tell anyone, alright? And besides, I’m asking for just one thing. If you watch my whole film, you’ll have a lot more on me, so you’ll be winning.”

“I don’t know if it should be considered winning and I’m not planning on watching the rest of your film, so…”

“Y/N, stop being a pussy!” he groans rolling his eyes at you. “Just spill it!”

He is really not giving up and you blame yourself for getting yourself into this in the first place. You should have just kept your mouth shut.

He leans forward and pouts his lip at you, begging with his eyes and you know you’re screwed. You have no choice but tell him.

“In a limo,” you simply say and you watch his eyes go wide.

“W-With like other people in there, or…”

“No, it was just me and the guy and the partition was up, but I think the driver knew exactly what was happening,” you shake your head chuckling at the memory.

“When did this happen?”

“I was… twenty. So like five years ago. I was dating this rich guy who took me to a posh party and I drank a little too much from the fancy champagne so I didn’t care to wait until we got back to my place.”

You don’t feel that nasty like you were expecting to, it’s like sharing a dirty little secret without getting judged, because Adam looks more thrilled than disgusted by this little detail he just learned about you.

“Was it any good?”

“I mean, we were kinda drunk and it’s not as comfortable as you’d think it would be in a limo, because the height is not enough in there, but it wasn’t bad for sure,” you admit chuckling.

“Mhm, alright, now I’ll think of you every time I see a limo somewhere,” he nods and you kick him under the table making him laugh.

“Shut up. Don’t you ever bring this up, alright?” you warn him holding up a finger in front of him. Raising his hands he shows he got the hint, though you are not perfectly sure he won’t ever mention it.

You hate to say but he was right when he said it would bring you and him closer. After sharing such an intimate thing you don’t feel that anxious just being around him. You’d think talking about your most extreme sex experience and his kink of spanking someone would birth some very awkward tension between the two of you, but it’s not like that at all. You still think he is quite weird in some kind of way, but then… who isn’t? You’re pretty sure he has something against you as well, this is just how it is.

***

The thing with Adam and his role is that he basically falls out of all the dancing and singing, leaving the hardest tasks to you and Clyde while he is usually just… there. In the park scene you’ll have a whole ballet with about thirty dancers with a continuously changing set around you, dancing for about three minutes straight while all Adam has to do is just… follow you around.

But he still attends rehearsals because Matt says Adam needs to know where he stands in the whole at all times. This is why you are at a huge mirrored room with ten dancers, you and Matt, relentlessly working on the choreography for part of the park scene while Adam just basically lingers around the room, occasionally standing in his spot.

“Get a great hold on her hip and just let her momentum help you raise her,” Matt instructs to the young dancer guy whose name you’ve been trying to remember for an hour, but it just doesn’t come to you. You stand facing each other as he nods and grabs on your hips firmly while you put your hands to his shoulders.

“Five, six, seven, eight!” Matt counts and you leap away from the ground, jumping up, but he misses the beat and doesn’t hold you in time, making you fall back to your feet and failing the move, again. “It’s not that hard, Jordan!” Matt snaps, clearly annoyed that you’ve been trying to nail this move for about ten minutes now. At least now you have his name.

He nervously lets go of you, rubbing his face with his hands, you bet he is trying his best, but he is just too nervous to do it.

Looking around Matt seemingly tries to find a substitute, but the small group of dancers at the rehearsal is not too promising, given the fact that most of them are women. You cross your arms on your chest, swinging your hips to the sides absentmindedly as you wait patiently. Matt’s dark and tired eyes land on Adam, who is sitting in the corner, reading a book and he makes an immediate decision.

“Adam, would you join us, please?”

His head shoots up and nodding he puts the book down striding over to you in the middle of the room.

“We need to improvise and I’m sure you’ll have no problem lifting her up,” Matt explains and walking around he instructs his hands to your hips.

You gulp hard at the warmth of his touch, having him so close is suddenly making you more self-conscious at the way you stand and look. Matt tells him how the move should go and Adam seems to be deep in his focus as he nods at the instructions.

“Y/N, try to jump a little higher, Adam is taller so you’ll need more power.”

“Okay,” you nod placing your hands to his broad shoulders.

“Alright, five, six, seven, eight!”

Bending your knee you push yourself away from the ground, your eyes meeting Adam’s gaze the moment your feet rise into the air and unlike with Jordan, you actually stay in the air.

His grip on your hips tighten, fingers digging into you and you suck on your breath holding part of your weight on your arms leant onto his shoulders. Just as Matt told him, he twirls you around, the skirt you’ve been wearing for rehearsals to make you get used to your future dresses flows after your frame until he finishes the whole circle and gently puts you down to the floor again, hands still on your waist and you don’t let go of him either.

“Okay, this looked amazing, so we are keeping it with you,” Matt cheers clapping his hands together, making both of you turn to him.

“What?” you ask a little confused.

“Yeah, I think it would look great.”

“Isn’t the scene about him being totally skeptical about the whole singing and dancing?”

“Yeah, but there is conflict in him, the music takes him a little bit so I think it would actually be amazing if he was the one doing the lifting.”

You see his logic and you have to admit it looks good, so you don’t question his decision. Matt puts the music on and the dancers take their spot around you as you start the previously learned choreography. You see Adam following his way around while everyone else is dancing around him, keeping up his skeptical act before it’s finally time for the lift again.

Your hands go to his shoulders and this time the whole move is faster, it’s just about a heartbeat long, but your eyes meet again and you let out a gasp knowing the music is tuning out the sound of it. You wouldn’t bet your life on it, but for a split second it feels like he squeezes your hips while holding up, and when he lets go of you his hand brushes against your butt or so it feels.

Your body reacts regardless of what your brain is telling yourself. It feels good to be touched by him and whenever his fingers dig into your flesh you think about what it would feel like if you weren’t dressed. And then, you make the mistake of thinking about the film again, the way his arms flexed with each movement before his palm collided with the girl’s ass.

You miss a step, but luckily, it’s not that big of a deal, Matt just tells you to focus next time and you shortly nod before he orders a five minute break. Wanting to escape the closeness of Adam you launch for your bag in the back of the room and grab your water feeling like you need to clear yourself out somehow.

“You clearly can’t contain your thoughts.”

His voice makes you jump and turning around your eyes meet his satisfied grin that you want to wipe off of him so bad.

“It would be easier if you weren’t touching my ass.”

“I wasn’t!” he protests, but the cheeky smile on his face gives him away and that you felt it right. He really was touching your ass. “If it makes you feel better, I thought that your rich ex-boyfriend had the same view of you in the limo while you rode him that I have when I lift you up.”

“Fucking Hell, Adam!” you gasp smacking his arm as he just laughs, enjoying that he can make you feel uncomfortable so easily.

“Come on! I’m just joking, okay? Let loose, you are so tensed.”

“If you kept your promise I wouldn’t be so tensed,” you mumble under your breath turning away from him, but he moves to get in your sight once again, leaning against the wall.

“Alright, I’m sorry. But I didn’t tell anyone, I swear.”

“Better keep that way.”

“Have you watched the rest of the film?”

“No, Adam. I told you I don’t want to,” you sigh, but it’s not really the truth. You do have curiosity about the rest, you just don’t know if you’d be able to handle it.

“Okay, alright. Sorry for bugging you. Though I’m curious what you’d say about the whole thing, like cinematically.”

“I’ll let you know when I choose to watch it and have an opinion,” you force a smile to yourself before walking away or more like escaping from the conversation.

Rehearsal ends an hour later and you have to do the lift three more times, having Adam stare into your soul every time you are above him, but you don’t think about the film anymore. Instead, it’s all about what he is thinking about. The thought of being on top of him in the back of a limo poisons your mind and no matter how hard you are trying to let go of it, you fail every time because there is that tiny smile playing on his lips and it’s making you lose your shit immediately.

You manage to leave without running into him once the rehearsal is over. It’s a huge wave of relief once you finally arrive home and you also feel like you could collapse right into bed from being so tired. After a relaxing shower you climb to bed and take your computer just checking up on your usual things. Right until you find yourself in your browser’s history, the cursor lingering above the link to Adam’s film.

“I’m losing my mind,” you whisper to yourself opening it and the film starts on your screen once again.

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prissy-andrews-is-that-bitch · 4 years

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Evening Stars

I finally did it!! Here's the first chapter of the fanfic I said I would write, thank you so much @delphinelacroix @pauciloxuent and @bleuaceofsparrows for being my betas! I'll post this on ao3 but first I want to figure out the tags I want to use.

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Chapter I

It’s around midnight, and they’re still talking.

princess_cordelia: I can’t believe we talked to each other for the whole day, it’s already midnight!

the_good_doctor: Well, I guess I lose track of time when I’m talking to you.

Anne can’t control the smile on her face. Whoever this guy is, he always knows the right thing to say to make her smile.

princess_cordelia: I’m getting really tired, I think I’m going to go to sleep. Goodnight, talk to you tomorrow.

the_good_doctor: Nooooo, don’t leave me alone in the dark of the night.

princess_cordelia: I’m not leaving you, I’m going to sleep. You should do the same, don’t want you looking like a zombie in school tomorrow morning.

the_good_doctor: If you say so… Goodnight, sleep well

princess_cordelia: You too

She turns her computer off and goes to sleep, wondering who could be on the other side of the screen.

It all started around a month ago when she went to the Queens University website and saw that she could talk to other future students. So she decided to create an account to make new friends and possibly a kindred spirit. Unfortunately, it didn’t go that well. Most of the people she talked to weren’t that interesting and some of them weren't exactly looking for a friend.

Until one day, when she found this profile of a boy who seemed pretty interesting to talk to. Anne eventually found out that they go to the same school. The only problem is that she has no idea about his identity. The accounts are created under a username and for some reason, she never bothered to ask who he was.

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Anne is at the library studying with her bosom friend Diana. Miss Stacy gave them a lot of homework and they were using the extra time to study.

“Have you heard about Jane’s Halloween party?” Diana asked as she gave up on her math homework

“Isn't Halloween still two weeks away?” Anne answers, not looking away from her notebook.

“I mean, it is, but everyone is already talking about it.” Diana moves closer to her friend, lowering her voice, “Do you think your prince charming is going?”

Anne can feel her cheeks getting as red as her hair and starts to really regret telling Diana about her mysterious penpal.

“He’s not my prince charming.” She raises her head. “And to answer your question, no, we haven't talked about it.”

Diana checks the time on her phone. “I have to go, or else I'll be late for my piano class. We'll talk about this later.” She gets up and gathers all her stuff.

Anne hugs her friend goodbye “Have fun at the piano class.”

“You know I won't. I'll text you when I'm done.”

Anne ponders going home too, but she knows she's more productive in the library than at home. And there is still a lot of undone schoolwork.

A few minutes pass when she feels someone touching her shoulder; it’s Gilbert Blythe, her academic rival. “Do you mind if I sit here? There aren't any other free chairs.”

Anne looks around and notices he’s right; the library is, in fact, crowded with people. Avonlea has a really small library.

She moves her stuff to the side. “Sure.”

Anne doesn't really know what to think of Gilbert. When she first met him, she completely hated him because once he made fun of her hair. Which led Anne to hit him in the face with a big binder.

However, things are different now. They aren’t exactly friends, but Anne now allows herself to have a conversation or two with Gilbert.

“So,” Gilbert starts as he unpacks his stuff. “Have you studied for tomorrow’s geography test?”

Anne freezes, oh no.

“Don’t tell me you forgot about it,” the boy says, holding back a smile.

“What? No, of course I didn't.”

She did, in fact, forget about it. But there's no way she's letting Gilbert Blythe know that.

“I just realized how late it is, Marilla told me to be home before dinner,” she lies.

“If you say so. See you tomorrow then,” Gilbert says.

“See ya,” Anne says while dashing out of the library. Green Gables isn't that far from there so she can easily walk between the two places. Well, in this case, run between the two places.

Five minutes later she arrives home, heading directly to her room. The redhead starts studying, only stopping once because Marilla insisted that she had to eat dinner. Anne got almost no sleep that night, only closing her eyes one hour before she had to wake up. She guessed one hour of sleep is better than none.

The day felt more like a year. The test didn't go that bad but obviously the lack of studying was noticed. When she gets home the first thing she does is go straight to her bed and sleep.

She sleeps for hours until she wakes up hungrier than ever, so she goes downstairs as quietly as possible to have some of the dinner leftovers. When she comes back to her room she checks her phone and notices that she has a text from the Queen's boy.

the_good_doctor: Hey, is everything alright? You haven't answered any of my texts, did I do anything wrong?

No, no, no, Anne wants to apologize for worrying him. In person would be the best way but she can’t do that given to the fact she has no idea who he is. She decides to write an e-mail instead. So she begins:

“I'm so incredibly sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you for two days, what happened was that I forgot I had a test today so I spent yesterday night studying, I hardly got any sleep. So today when I got home the first thing I did was go to bed, I just woke up. By now you are probably already asleep, but I hope you forgive me. You didn't do anything wrong, I should've said something. Sorry I worried you.”

Yeah, that'll work. It's almost 1 am, he'll probably only see it in the morning.

Or so she thought because a few minutes later she gets a text from him. What the heck is that boy doing this late at night?

the_good_doctor: A lot of people seem to be forgetting about their tests lately. Anyway, I'm not mad, I was just worried. So what are you doing up so late?

That’s a weird thing to say, how many people does he know that forgot about the test dates?

princess_cordelia: What do you mean? Also, I should be the one asking that question. I slept for the entire afternoon. It's obvious I can't sleep now, so what are you doing up so late?

the_good_doctor: Ignore it. Okay, fair enough, I was actually about to fall asleep, you were the one to wake me up, but honestly, I don't mind waking up if it’s to your texts.

princess_cordelia: Don’t be ridiculous, I’m sorry I woke you up.

the_good_doctor: It´s fine, don´t worry about it. How was your day?

And just like that, they talk until it’s almost 3am and they both decide it’s better to go to sleep. Even if neither of them wanted to stop talking, it was too late and it started to get difficult to keep their eyes open.

In the morning Anne overslept, waking up to Marilla’s voice demanding her to get out of bed to which she reluctantly obeyed.

The weekend ended three times faster than it started and suddenly, much to Anne’s despair, it was Monday again.

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tdystmr · 4 years

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college student! jackson x sugar daddy! mark // sugar daddy x baby socmed au

b a c k g r o u n d i n f o 🍓

jackson is THE popular kid despite him having his own set of financial problems. he lives with a foster family because his parents died in a car accident when he was 11, but still grew up to be a well-mannered, cheerful boy

mature 21 year old who knows his strenghts and weaknesses. very motivated and hard working, but tends to fall for the bad type rather than good influences. is also too nice and sweet to point out other’s mistakes and flaws so he usually goes along with whatever his friends do. has always wanted to move out because as much as he loves his foster family, he knows that they struggle with their own swt of problems as well and feels like a burden now that college fees are piling up

mark is a millionaire, successful bachelor at the fine age of 29. recognised for his success in starting and building his own business at 22, took him only 7 years to reach his current success of a multi-million enterprise in Seoul trading and exporting goods.

is a very mysterious figure to the press because he is extremely private about his life outside of work. lives alone, has no known dating history, only known family is his family in USA ands seems to be completely disinterested in relationships under than a tight-knit group of friends. the press would love to get some dirt on this successful businessman.

jjp are mark’s close friends and a power couple of Korea ( lgbtq+ rs are supported in korea in this au ) and have always wanted him to look for a partner. yugyeom, mark’s other close friend, also wants him to not be so lonely anymore since he’s pushing 30 already.

meanwhile, youngjae + bambam are jackson’s best friends. youngjae’s fam is jackson’s foster fam while the three of them all attend Seoul University tgt. they’re close friends because they all share an interest in music and just enjoy each other’s company. they’re the same age in this au, so they met at the usual freshmen orientation drinking session and bambam almost puked on jackson’s crotch. ever since then, they’ve been inseparable.

youngbam are also well known in the school - youngjae for performing on stage every year at the annual talent show while bambam is known for his cool style and being the vice president of the dance club.

p l o t 🍓

jackbamjae are joking arnd in their gc abt life after college when jackson finally tells them his plan to move out of his foster home after they finish their second year of college. yj ofc objects because he doesn’t see js as a burden, but respects jackson’s decision because js insists.

bambam suggests a sugar daddy website to get money. ofc, both of the other two question him on how he got to know such a site existed. he tells them that ten ( pres of the dance club ) got to know his bf through this site. bam tells them that it isn’t super shady or wtv and the men aren’t so bad at all

js says wtv and gives it a go, so he signs up with the help of bamjae. he has a basketball friendly match, so he rushes off after that

at the same time, mark’s bday is approaching. jjgyeom are planning a surprise for him and hopefully, it’ll include some sort of a date that mark will agree to go on. yugyeom had also come across the sugar daddy website by simply lurking on the nsfw side of the internet and jjp have learnt not to question him too much on what he does in his free time.

he found js’s profile and knowing mark’s type, immediately suggested the idea to jjp. jb, who’s been mark’s longest friend, says that mark might not completely be opposed to it because he knows that mark has been stressed lately and a way to let out that frustration would be good. jy, on the other hand, cautions that mark might not like the idea because mark is the kind of guy to value genuine relationships over meaningless hookups, not to mention paying someone for sex and whatnot. despite that, the three arrive at mark’s place on the night of his bday to surprise him

yg suggests the idea to mark after they’ve all had some dinner and mark obv gets mad at first. he says exactly what jy had said, but calms down after jjgyeom explain that they’ve all been worried about how he’s coping and don’t want him to be alone and stressed anymore. mark sees that his friends have good intentions and decides to give it a go, starting the convo with jackson over the website that night after all his friends have left

after about a week of weird dms and some actually good interactions over the site, jackson is about to give up because he hasn’t found anyone truly interested in talking and not just sex. then, he gets mark’s dm

the two hit it off immediately and they end up texting till 3am. they exchanged socmed accounts before they went to bed as well, and js decides to tell bamjae in the morning abt it.

they obv know who the hell mark tuan is and are freaking out over this. jackson rmbs that mark had told him not to spread this and realises that’s the reason why. he warns bamjae not to tell anyone, even their other close friends. bamjae suggest for him to keep texting and to even meet mark on the weekend.

they meet and it goes well and stuff, them slowly establishing their own sort of relationship. they’re more platonic than sexual most of the time, but they do look for each other when they’re horny and in need of release

one day, the press captures mark waiting for js after school at seoul uni + js getting into his car. they post an article with a caption insinuating that mark has a secret relationship, which he fires down with an instagram post about invading his privacy and posting false rumours. he does this because he’s scared that js might be affected.

js is affected, because he realises that he doesn’t mind being in a genuine relationship with mark at all. he tells bamjae ofc, and they help him to realise that he might have developed feelings for the older man. he freaks out because that isn’t part of the deal of being a sugar baby but he doesn’t want to cut mark off either

it’ll end happily, definitely, but the angst will come right after this and i hope it’ll be good :<

e x t r a c t f r o m f i r s t c o n v o 🍓

Yien_duan_

Hey, is this Wangpuppy825?

Wangpuppy825

that’s me! you can call me jackson ☺️

Yien_duan_

Oh, okay sure. I’m Mark. How old are you again?

Wangpuppy825

i’m 21 this year 🤩 wbu?

Yien_duan_

I’ve just turned 30

What’s your major in college?

Wangpuppy825

just? when’s your birthday? 🧐

i major in Sports science studies at SNU

Yien_duan_

4 september

Woah, you sound like a pretty smart kid

Wangpuppy825

oh, belated birthday mark hyung 🥳🥳

i can call you that, right 🥺

also, i’m not that smart hahah i just study hard 😌

Yien_duan_

Yeah, hyung is fine

Thank you, by the way :)

Wangpuppy825

no prob, hyung ☺️

quick qn though, do you look really old?

Yien_duan_

Ummm.....no?

Wangpuppy825

do you mind sending a pic 😖

i’m sorry if this sounds weird it’s just i’ve gotten lots of dms from 50 year olds posing as 20-30 year olds and it’s creepy 😳

Yien_duan_

Okay but you can’t tell anyone about this, okay?

Wangpuppy825

why? is it embarrassing for you 😮

Yien_duan_

[image attached]

It’s not really about being embarrassed, I guess

Wangpuppy825

omg

Yien_duan_

Why?

Wangpuppy825

you look so hot wtf 🥵

and you look so young????? you look my age 😳😳

god is unfair for making you so pretty 😤

Yien_duan_

You mean you...

Wangpuppy825

i...???

Yien_duan_

Oh, nothing hahah

I’m just surprised you think I look good because well...

You’re really cute, Jackson :<

Wangpuppy825

wow okay you have no idea how different it feels to hear that from a hot person rather than just my friends hyping me up 😳😳😳

Yien_Tuan

Your friends? Did they persuade you to do this?

Y’know, my friends actually set me up with you as sort of a birthday present

Wangpuppy825

oh? then i guess i should thank them 😳

and yes, my friends did persuade me to do this hhahaha

Yien_Duan_

Thank my friends? What for?

Your friends did a good job with the basketball pictures. I think those were what made my friend Yugyeom choose you

Wangpuppy825

thank them for setting me up with such a hottie 🥵

oh! you play?

Yien_Duan_

Ahh, you’re making me embarrassed... 😳

Yeah, I played when I was in college in USA

Wangpuppy825

omg you used an emoji for the first time 🥰

usa? you’re a foreigner too?

Yien_Duan_

Hahah, I don’t really use emojis because I’m used to texting formally at work 😅

Wow, it feels like we’ve got a lot in common huh

Wangpuppy825

use them more 🥺

it does! you’re probably the most interesting person i’ve met on this site the whole week 😌😌

Yien_Duan_

Then I’m honoured I got your attention first :)

Tell me more about yourself? Unless you’ve got to go to bed already

Wangpuppy825

oh, no no hahah

i usually sleep way past midnight so this is fine 🤩

anyway, who would be crazy enough to turn down a conversation with someone like you 😖😖

Yien_Duan_

Flirtatious, are we?

Wangpuppy825

only because you’re adorable 🥰

t a g s 🍓

sugar daddy x sugar baby au

social media au

possessive mark

switch jackson

dominant mark

sexting / nudes

fluff / angst / smut

college student! jackson

friends with benefits-ish to lovers

#got7 markson #jackson wang #mark tuan #got7 aus #sugar daddy au #sugar daddy mark tuan #sugar baby jackson wang #got7 social media au

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alwaysahiccupandastrid · 4 years

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Hello! If you don't mind me asking, why don't you like Rachel? Like, is she problematic or do you just not like her? I personally do like her - no hate to you for not liking her, to each their own! - so I don't know of her being problematic, but if she is, I'm gonna Not and I haven't seen anything, but I'm not that good at, like, looking for problematic stuff, I guess? Sorry if this is word vomit and makes no sense, but have a good day and I love your blog, okay sorry bye.

Hi! First of all, I’m glad you like my blog, so thank you!

As for Rachel...I don’t think she has done anything inherently problematic, so don’t stop liking her on my account! Sometimes you just get a vibe about people or you just don’t like them, I guess. I’ve always got the vibe that she was kind of self centered and a bit shallow, and the relationship just seems sort of staged/PR?

For me personally, I don’t like that she comes across as kind of vapid and attention seeking. On her instagram for the past two months, she’s been posting little “crumbs” to try and allude to her relationship without actually saying it, like she wants Bill fans to take notice?

Recently there was an article that came out that was saying something like “Rachel Bilson is so sorry about her breakup with Adam Brody” - a relationship that was like 10-15 years ago. He’s now married to Leighton Meester and they’re expecting their second child, she’s supposedly dating someone...why bring up a long ended relationship? Why is she talking about it? If it were more recent, I might understand, but the fact is that it was over a decade ago and both have moved on?

Someone also pointed out that all of the pap shots of her are from the same people, backgrid I think, and I swear to god I have NEVER seen someone papped as often as her. Not even the Potter or Stranger Things kids have been papped as often as her, and they are DEFINITELY more famous/sought after than her. Quite a few people think she’s probably calling the paps herself, since it seems that it’s every time she goes out to any store ever.

Let’s be honest for a second - she’s not exactly A-list. The highlights of her career were early 2000s. There’s no way paparazzi are that desperate for this many shoots of her.

Like the staged grocery shopping pics with Bill - Bill has been in the business for roughly 15 years, and in those 15 or so years he has RARELY been papped. He doesn’t like attention, he has anxiety, and it’s clear he doesn’t want his kids to be papped either. He is an extremely private person, which so many of us respect. Literally, I’ve seen like one pap photo of him and one of his daughters. It seems fishy to me that there were more pap photos taken of him with Rachel in the course of a month than there has been the rest of his career, as if people care that they’re grocery shopping or whatever - and they looked angry/mad at each other to boot. Then the photos halted completely after the Golden Globes in January, before social distancing and quarantine was even a thing to be thought about.

Ah, the Golden Globes. It seems weird to me that she only went with him to the GG, but didn’t appear at the Directors Guild Awards (which he won) - it’s like it wasn’t nearly a high profile enough event for her to turn up to. And they looked so awkward and uncomfortable on the red carpet together, like they didn’t want to be there. There’s a video where at one point on the carpet, she’s asks him if he’s smiling and he seems to say “I am, it makes it more real” or something? So much about it is fake and off, like he looked happier hugging Paul Rudd on the carpet than he did standing next to his “girlfriend”, and she looked like she didn’t want to touch him.

I also don’t like how miserable she looks around her daughter, how her daughter is in several paparazzi shots (like the valentines one of her getting cake... no one cares if you’re picking up a cake, hon), and it just seems like she drags the kid out from time to time so she can be seen as a good mom. I truly hope that Bill’s daughters don’t get dragged into that bullshit, I truly do.

Someone on twitter (and this could be bullshit, could be true, take it at what it is) said that their friend lives in Tulsa, and that they were there the day of the “coffee date” pics - apparently Rachel turned up for like an hour or so and then went back to LA. Again, it’s not 100% factual evidence, so...you know.

I know gossip sites are never to be taken seriously but there’s a conversation on a site called Lipstick Alley that sort of sums it up a lot, and there’s someone who’s friend supposedly has worked in the industry/knows about all three parties involved (Bill, Maggie and Rachel). There’s a lot of people discussing it over there, and general consensus seems to be that Bill is a super nice guy, Maggie was a bit of a wifezilla, and Rachel is almost like Bill’s way of saying “look, I CAN get a pretty girl to have sex with me!” Because apparently Maggie made a comment about how the only way Bill could have sex with someone like Rachel was if it was in the film they did together, “The To-Do List” - which Maggie directed and both Bill and Rachel were in. It’s not like it’s a site made up of “jealous fans” who want to date him either, like I know a few who have said they don’t really like Bill anyway, and that they haven’t for a while because he’s done some problematic stuff in the past (the one that comes to mind is blackface on SNL).

It’s just also super fucking weird - the whole fact they were in a sex scene together a few years before they both got divorced, and now they’re apparently together in real life? Fucking yikes. I don’t think Bill is a cheater, he really doesn’t seem the type, but if I were married to someone and this happened after we divorced, I would have SERIOUS questions and doubts.

I may be completely wrong about her, and I fully accept that. I don’t know any of the people involved, and I never will, and I don’t kid myself into thinking that I’m 100% right or that I’ll ever know these people, even if I were to have a career that took off in either acting or writing (my two goals in life). I still like Bill’s films and I think he’s funny, but that’s the extent of it - it’s like I said in regards to Darren Criss and his wife. I love Darren and have since I was a 13 year old Gleek, I think he’s a cool dude; I don’t like his now-wife and haven’t for a while because...well, that’s a different post entirely. My point is that just because I stan someone, doesn’t mean I automatically have to like the person they’re married to or dating. 98% of the time, I’m like “aww cute” or I’m a fan of the other person in general, or if they’re private/not in the business, I respect that and them and wish their relationship well. I still respect that Darren is married, all the luck to them, I hope they’re happy, but it doesn’t mean I have to like someone. It’s the same for Bill and this situation, like if he’s happy then fair enough, it’s just I don’t really like Rachel anyway.

I’m explaining stuff poorly, I know. Sometimes you just don’t like a person though, even if they haven’t done anything, you know? As my nan would have once said “you can’t be everyone’s cup of tea” - it’s impossible for you to like everyone and for everyone to like you.

I hope you’re well, anon!

#asks

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onisionhurtspeople · 5 years

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Onision flirted with my little sister

This was in 2014. My sister was 12. She used to follow him on twitter and sometimes tweet at him. He did not follow her back nor did he ever tweet at her. After a while, she stopped tweeting at him because she lost hope that he would ever pay attention to her (I know it sounds pathetic but she was only 12 and a fangirl). Then one day he randomly DM’d her. She was so shocked but so happy. He asked her why she hadn’t tweeted at him in a while. He told her he looked forward to opening his notifications and seeing tweets from her every day. He said he missed them and seeing her pretty face (she had a real photo of herself on twitter as her profile pic). He also noticed that she hadn’t tweeted at all in over a month at the time and asked her if she was OKAY. He said he was worried and that she could talk to him if she was ever having a hard time and needed someone to talk to. She told him that there was nothing wrong, she just got bored of twitter and lost hope that any of her favorite youtubers would ever tweet her back. He kept pressing her and insisting that something must be wrong. She assured him that she was okay. Then he started asking her weird personal questions. He asked her if our dad was abusive. He asked about our home life and whether or not we had a dysfunctional family. It’s almost like he was trying to PROJECT abuse and dysfunction onto her. She insisted that she was fine and our family was fine. I was 16 at the time. I was never a huge Onision fan but I was still a bit giddy knowing that a youtube celebrity was talking to my sister. Anyway, my sister would show me their DMs every time they talked. At first, they were innocent. They would talk maybe once or twice a week on average. He would just check in with her and see how she’s doing and then they would end up talking about silly things like telling jokes, sending each other emojis and sharing funny photos. Then after a few months, my sister turned 13. They were DMing each other and this is when it started to get creepy. He told her “13 is legal in lots of countries”. She was confused and said what? And he said “if we lived in another country I could date you”. She just laughed it off and didn’t take it seriously and said “yeah but you’ have a wife”. And he responded saying “but we have an open relationship” (this is before Lainey started her youtube channel, before she came out as Bisexual, and before she came out as polyamorous so I doubt they were in an “open relationship”). My sister didn’t know what to say so she stopped responding for about 5 minutes and then he messaged her saying “i’m just kidding”. I told my sister she should stop talking to him because I was concerned for her safety at this point. I didn’t appreciate him “joking” with my little sister that way. She insisted that he was just joking and that I should calm down. So they continued talking but now my sister was secretive and wouldn’t show me their DM’s anymore. So I had to hack her twitter and read the DMs myself. There was nothing too scandalous or illegal said on his behalf but it was still nonetheless creepy. For example, she would post pictures of herself on twitter every once in a while, and he would send her a DM telling her she looks pretty. One time she put a picture of herself and put a poll on twitter asking her friends what she should do to her hair (the options were 1) Cut it to her shoulders 2) Leave it the same and get bangs 3) Cut it to her shoulders and get bangs. Well he DM’d her and told her she would look really cute if she cut it short into a pixie. She responded saying she doesn’t like short hair. He told her that girls who go against mainstream beauty standards are confident enough to be “different” are sexy. It disgusted me that he was telling her what she should do to her hair to look SEXY!! I deleted her twitter the moment I saw that. I admitted to her that I deleted her twitter and she was mad but I threatened that if she makes a new one, I will tell mom and dad that she was talking to a grown man online. She agreed that she would stop talking to him and wouldnt go back on twitter. Well one day I went on the family computer (me, my sister, our other sister, and little brother all shared a computer at the time) and I opened up Photobooth and noticed a bunch of pictures of her on it where she was trying to look sexy. I was alarmed. And then I noticed that she had ONISION written on her body in a few pictures. In one of the pix she had Onision written on her cleavage (and she was wearing a pushup bra trying to make it look like boobs were bigger in the photo). On another photo she had it written on her hand and she was showing it off to the camera. In other photos she was making kissy faces and trying desperately hard to look sexy. My sister didn’t have a cell phone back then so she used the built in webcam to take “selfies”. I was SO MAD when I saw these photos and went to go interogate her about the photos. She lied and said the photos were old (from months ago when she was talking to him on twitter) and that she forgot to delete them off photobooth. That’s a lie because they weren’t there months ago and also it says the date of the photos on photobooth and they were recent. She got mad at me and told me to mind my own business. She refused to answer any of my questions so I went and told our mom what happened. Our parents were so mad and interogated her but she refused to tell them why she took the photos and where she was communicating with onision. My parents ended up grounding her for a whole year and told her she cannot use the computer again until she’s 18. They took the computer away from the office downstairs and put it in my room and said only I can use it from now on and must put a password on it so none of my younger siblings can use it. I was already 17 by this time so they trusted me. Anyway, this was the end of my sister and onision’s friendship since she did not have a cell phone and did not have access to a computer. To this day, I still don’t know where or how she was communicating with him, or where she sent him those photos. Years later I discovered that he had a forum where other underage girls were sending photos of themselves with his name on their bodies so I’m guessing that maybe she submitted the photos to his forum? Or maybe she made another twitter and was DMing them to him and was clever enough to delete her browsing history? I don’t know. But the fact that he allowed underage girls to submit provacative photos of themselves to his forum is SICK! The fact that he was flirting with my sister on twitter is SICK! The fact that he was potentially flirting with her on a new twitter account and telling her to take sexy photos is SICK! I’m convinced this guy is a pedophile and a predator.

Holy FUCK, dude. Do you think it would be possible to track down any of those Twitter DMs that he sent to your sister? I realize it’s been a while since this all went down, so I understand if you don’t; but it would be so, so helpful if you did.

I don’t even know what to say. Just.. wow. What a fucking piece of trash.

#onision #laineybot #submission #victim

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chac-ozai · 5 years

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A cut straight out of a ficlet I wrote for @ryu-no-joou about Modern AU Chac’s struggle with a falling out with his best friend Teldryn.

What the hell, why not post it?

Jealousy

“Chac Ozai went from being “Single” to “In a relationship””

Teldryn scrolled passed it in a hyperactive haze, the big heart symbol beside Chac's name link caught his attention, and he scrolled up. His heart dropped, what the fuck is this? For the first time in weeks Teldryn clicked on his best friend's FB page and was amazed at what he'd missed by unfollowing him a few months ago. There where dozens of pictures of him taken by someone else, a bright smile on his face; there was some of him posing on someone's old car, of Chac climbing a tree shirtless, of him asleep on someone's couch with a giant lizard resting on his bare chest.

“Who...the...fuck.” Teldryn started to sweat, something in his heart squeezing at the sight. He was jacked up tonight, it was no different than the rest of his days lately, but the next set of pictures sent Teldryn's mind spiraling downward. Chac was hugging on a man taller than him, he had well-defined muscles and a ashen-brown mohawk. His best friend looked enamored with this unnamed person, and a fire started in Teldryn's gut.

From one picture to the next Teldryn paced up and down his apartment, Junie following him dutifully. The guy had no facebook profile, and he looked WAY older than Chac; what the fuck?! When he scrolled passed a picture of Chac kissing the rough-looking guy he saw that both Sirius and Vorstag had “liked” the image, Vorstag had a comment below- “You both look happy! I'm glad you decided to get serious.”

…..”Serious”?? How did he not know about this guy? This blatant ripoff? In a fit, Teldryn scrolled through until he found Sirius on his contacts, messaging him a long block of text after taking a screenshot of Chac kissing the stranger.

He sent it as an attachment, and underneath- “Who the fuck is this guy? I find it dsisturbing that Chac would keep this infomartion for me, how long has this been going on? I ahv been busy and so that means everyone can just cut me out of the loop? Wha'ts his name? Where did they meet? Chac must be going mad for dating a man that old. What the fuck”

Teldryn was smoking a cigarette furiously in his bathroom by the time Sirius bothered texting him back, the guy on the other end was fucking pissed and it showed clearly through the tenor of his text. Sirius wanted to complain directly to his husband but they where both at their jobs, choosing to just screenshot the incoherent text and send it to his husband. Oh, he had something to say to Tel for this.

“If you had bothered to talk to Chac at any point in the past few months you'd have known he's dating a new man. Guess what he got done with crying over your dumb ass. He's happy for the first time since YOU chose the fuckin powder over your best mate. What the fuck do you have to say anyway, you don't love him and you damn well don't want to date him. I bet youre high right now. When you're sober you won't give a shit. Leave Chac alone.”

Teldryn suddenly felt like hitting his head against something, it was a rush of energy and painful emotions that struck him deep. He was going to destroy his fancy new phone but decided to attempt a coherent text back, threateningly.

“Give me his name. What's his fucking name.”

Sirius got nervous. Teldryn had been very unstable the last he saw him and he hated the idea of him getting involved in Chac's love life again. “Why, Teldryn? Planning on committing a murder? You jealous Chac isnt crying over you anymore?”

Teldryn never sent a text back. Sirius was irrationally worried and had projected these ideas to Vorstag, wanting to find a way to keep Chac safe. Neither of them knew the proper route to take, and for the married couple Teldryn had once again seemed to disappear from their lives. Months went by.

Chac was filled with an energy he hadn't known in a long time; music flowed from him at his live show like it had been once when he was inspired by love. He felt as if it was back to the way it was, his eyes bright and shining for the crowd of fans who had rejoiced the return of their local musician. Chac was offered a drink by a fan and he sipped at it, a high five going out to the fan who had long sought his return. These early summer months, warmth on the breeze and music in his heart, Chac was feeling perfect right where he was.

“I've been working on a song for a little while now, It's my first time trying it out but I want to dedicate it to someone very important to me in the audience somewhere. He doesn't know I've been working on this, but you know who you are and I guarantee every word in it's for you, babe.” Chac got comfortable on his stool and prepped his violin, tapping his foot on a variety of pedals until a long came to life. He scanned the crowd and saw Gage was sitting by himself with a worried smile on his face.

What was that boy planning? Porter thought to himself. Chac swayed as he began to play his violin, coming to life in a dramatic Orbison vibe.

“Walking, spend a lot of time walking

That's what people do, getting over you

Smiling, did you see me smiling?

The whole act's just for you

What else can I do?

People say I'm better off alone, So I'm trying, trying, trying

Oh please, if you see me cry

I apologize, I'm a little crazy, crazy crazy”

Gage had no idea what to do with himself, tears welled up in his eyes before he even had a chance to man up. He picked up his shirt and covered his nose and his mouth, eyes locked with Chac's. He knows they've had a rough patch, but the soul that Chac's voice projected towards him was too much to bear. Chac's singing mouth was smiling as he saw Gage crying like a baby in that corner, could see his big strong boyfriend reduced to a puddle by the sound of his voice.

“Please, if you change your mind

I won't change mine

So i'm trying trying trying

I'm on my knees, I'm on my knees!

I know you're over me

and it's driving me crazy, crazy, crazy”

These lyrics where meant for him. Every word Chac cried out was a direct message from his heart to the Dunmer's. Teldryn was sure of this as he watched from far away enough that the musician wouldn't see him.Was this what he was doing, calling out in a fit of passion to him week after week at these shows, and Teldryn hadn't been there to hear it? Not sober but coming down, Teldryn's mohawk cruised through the crowds of young people like a shark's fin as he flanked the stage. He was looking for a better view, but was pushed to the back as the song crescendos into nothingness, followed by a roar of applause.

“Thank you. That was a rough one.” Chac placed his violin down and opened his arms up, walking through the crowd and towards the lonely table where Gage sat wiping up his tears. Teldryn's hawk eyes locked on the sight of Chac going to hug the man he'd seen in the pictures and despised. The older man had his face buried into Chac's shoulder, both of their arms looped around each other and hugging tightly. For the first time, Gage wasn't ashamed of the public display; he was however..ashamed of everything else.

“I'm sorry, baby.” Gage choked out, his voice ragged.

“I forgive you. Love you.” Chac kissed his right eyelid and left for the stage again, his heart feeling renewed.

Teldryn could have killed the man with his glare. From a dozen paces back and over a sea of shorter folk, Teldryn glowered at the man Chac claimed to be in a relationship with. Charlatan! He receded into the depths and got another drink to calm his nerves, listening to Chac fall back on the old songs he used to listen to every weekend night in the past.

People recognized him there, and that was obviously so- Teldryn was at almost every single show Chac performed in the past years, only recently having given up his place as his helper. He thought about the lyrics Chac sang out, begging for a change of heart..that he wasn't over him. Fuck that being about what's-his-face over there, that big crybaby. Teldryn's heart shook in his chest at the memories of these concerts, how Chac had promised Teldryn once upon a time that every love song had Teldryn at it's center.

The concert was over before Teldryn could decide what to do with himself; he was a few drinks in and had just enough chutzpah to make his entrance; yes. He came here for a reason and that was to see Chac, screw the other guy being there. Chac made his grand exit speech and was folding up his equipment with the help of Gage when Teldryn fixed his lapels and strode up to the scene.

“Just when I thought I'd never see you again,” Teldryn spoke, his voice proud and so unique. “Fabulous performance, Chac. As always.”

Both men turned from their work to look at the tall Dunmer, Chac's every feature went stark with shock-

“Teldryn! Holy shit, since when have you been back?!” Chac felt awkward but opened his arms for the hug that Teldryn went for, stunning red eyes casting a quick glare at the older man beside them.

“Not long, not long.” Teldryn sighed, holding onto that hug long enough to raise an eyebrow. “Couldn't come back home and not say hi!”

Chac pulled away and looked to Gage immediately, who wasn't smiling but looking at the very gay-looking Dunmer with a mysterious expression. “So, uh, Teldryn. This is my ...friend, PG.” He stammers, opening a palm towards Gage.

Obviously, Gage wasn't going to touch him. He did a nod, his features dark. “Feel like I've seen'ya around.” Gage comments, Teldryn chilled to think that Chac was dating a southern guy.

“..Uh, Teldryn is featured in a lot of the advertisements around Times Square..maybe that's it.”

“Come now, Chac. Don't introduce me like that. How do you do,” Teldryn extended his hand, glaring at Gage- “Chac and I go miles back. He's my best friend.”

“Huh.” Gage reached out and practically crushed Tel's hand in his own “Best friend? Strange, I haven't heard of you at all since the time I've been dating Chac.”

“...dating?” Teldryn feigned surprise, he slapped Chac on the back and the musician was utterly red-faced. “Well there's a twist and a half! Why don't I buy you two a drink and maybe we can do a spot of catching up?”

Chac was so torn, he hadn't seen Teldryn in person for so long he'd forgotten how he looked, how the very air that clung around him seemed to just be so taken by his presence. Gage had noticed it too, he was glowering at the thought of this dandy stranger wanting to reconnect with Chac. What was going on here?

Chac was going to say no. He should have, but by god when Teldryn looked at him with a smile that could warm hell over, he couldn't help but say yes. “Yeah, I'd like that. PG, how about you? Do you mind?”

Hell yeah, he minded. Porter had a killer headache kicking in from all the tears he'd shed before, but now he had to sit around and keep Chac happy while he caught up with this supermodel?”

The three of them sat down, Chac in the middle with his drink. Porter immediately went to scan his phone, he wasn't looking at anything in particular but he'd be damned if he wasn't listening to every little thing the two of them shared. Chac held Gage's hand, but everything else was affixed to Teldryn as he told a grand story about Hollywood.

“-and then I opened the door to the set medic and saw him trying to fish the shoe out of his ass before the director came back from break.”

“PPFTTT HAHAHA!” Chac howled, hard enough to spill his damn drink on his knee. Teldryn seemed so kind to offer him a napkin before Gage could reach them, Chac reaching up and wiping a tiny tear away from his eye. Teldryn was making him laugh nonstop, maybe it was the anxiety of finally seeing Tel again or just forgetting how fucking hilarious he always was, but he could not get himself to stop giggling. Long minutes went by before the bar was closing up, and Teldryn had exactly what he wanted.

“Well it was bloody grand to see you again, I'm home for good so if you're in the area...”

“Yeah, Tel. That sounds good. Maybe we can chill with Sirius and Vorstag again, get the whole gang together.��

“Whatever you want.” Tel went in and did it, he gave Chac a kiss on the cheek before heading off, Gage staring daggers at the beautiful Dunmer as he left the bar. They still had more packing to do and Porter was simply floored by what just happened; Chac was never like that until tonight. A giggling, soppy mess.

“Known each other long, I take it.”

“uh..Yeah, 7 years. He's been in and out of the friend group as of late, last I heard of him he was doing commercials in Hollywood.”

“Yup, heard that. He mentioned it maybe 5 times. You guys ever...ya know, date?”

Chac could immediately see where Gage was coming from after that comment. Shit, was he really that giddy around Teldryn?

“No! No, he's straight. I think he's dating a Nigerian model right now.”

“Hell, He coulda fooled me.” Gage didn't feel his heart hurt any less by the statement, but he kept it down.

“Yeah, people say that. He's just uh, very British...um, enough about him, eh? Let's get back home and get to sleep.”

“Uh huh. You're the boss.” Gage said flatly. He had some digging to do tonight, even if it meant making a dumb FB profile to do it.

#my gay art #Porter Gage #Chac Ozai #Chacozai #modern AU #FO4 #Teldryn Sero #fanfic

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charlottestarchild · 5 years

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When they ask me what I liked best, I’ll say it was you.

It’s been a long time since I wrote and it’s time for an update. Live has been an incredibly mixed bag, full of skyrocketing highs and hell-deep lows. The paradox that is live is still challenging me with the lemons it tries to throw at me and I am still not any better at making lemonade.

As usual, lots of what has happened has centred around men. I guess it’s fair to say that I have come to terms with the biggest feelings in me always being evoked by men. No matter what other amazing things happen, my mind and heart only seems to care about that one thing. For the past one and half years that I’ve been single I tried hard to teach myself to be content on my own. To not seek for affection and validation from men and just be happy and strong on my own. But maybe it’s a fool’s errand I’m running. Maybe it is better to allow myself to recognize that what I am seeking is love. Not any kind of love. But the deep, sincere and passionate love you see in movies. It’s no coincidence that when I feel depressed I turn to watch movies or TV shows in which the story is built around two people deeply caring for each other with such passion that nothing can keep them apart. The sort of love Romeo feels for Juliet, Jamie feels for Claire and Seth feels for Maggie. And come to think of it, all of these are examples where their love is not meant to be – Juliet falling in love with the rivalling family’s son, Claire falling in love with Jamie, a man 200 years her junior and Maggie falling in love with Seth the Angel. All of them overcome incredible obstacles between them to be together. Watching these movies makes me weep. Because deep down I know that there is a high chance that I will die and never have felt the kind of love these characters feel for each other. And then I get angry and mad at myself for being so naïve and stupid to chase after fairytales. Does love like that exist in real life? I know not one real life example. Not one. So, it seems I am setting myself up for failure and yet, what can I do. The heart demands what the heart demands. It also seems that this is a reason why I keep falling for the unlikely lover. The Swiss scoundrel musician, the Brazilian passionate forever bachelor. There is one lover I haven’t told you about. His name is Nate and he is also quite the unlikely lover. We matched on Tinder and at first I was certain I matched with a fake profile. He had only one image but that packed a punch. We started texting and that’s all we did for 2 weeks since I was traveling. When I got back home we decided to meet – he kind of invited himself to my place suggested I cook something. He came, and besides the fact that he didn’t seem to like the food I had cooked we also didn’t exactly hit it off conversation wise. It became clear quite quickly that we had huge differences in values – him having had a conservative Muslim upbringing in Egypt and me having been brought up very liberal. There was mention of his marriage having been arranged and sometimes he would start sentences with “in my religion we do...”. At some point during the evening I was certain I should send him home; but, we both had had some beers and he had come by car and since he was hot after all and I was needy I thought to myself “might as well”.

Looking back, it was one of the best decisions I’ve made in the past year. The sex was out of this world not just because I finally seemed to have found someone who put my pleasure over his own. But he just also clearly knew what he was doing. The way he touched me, held me in his strong arms, kissed me. It was so full of passion that it took me quite by surprise. That first night, we had sex for hours and after that he stayed the night and we fell asleep tired, in each others arms. That was back in September. 8 months ago. We have been dating ever since. Not very seriously in the sense that we are not boyfriend and girlfriend and have never had “the talk” in which we defined our relationship. But somehow it just worked for both of us. He has a complicated family life – technically still married and has two kids but is trying to get a divorce which, let’s just say is neither a very common nor a very easy thing to do in his culture. And me, not really wanting a relationship cause “hey, I’m an independent woman now” and also traveling a lot. So, we have been meeting every so often, usually every 2-3 weeks. And every time, we meet we have a fantastic time together. We cook together, laugh, watch football or a movie and still, each time, have incredible sex. He is also the first guy who does not fool around. With that I simply mean that he doesn’t make things more complicated than they need to be. When he reads my message, he replies. As soon as he’s read it. That might not sound like a big deal but it actually is. Because for some reason all my earlier encounters ALWAYS took their time replying. Often having me wait for days and the replying in an ambigous way. He doesn’t do that. He doesn’t play. He is straight forward, honest and when I ask for example “when will we meet again” he says things like “honey, you tell me when you have time and I will make it happen”. I appreciate that a lot in him. I can also tell that he is an incredibly loving father to his children and just generally a good guy. Which really isn’t what I expected when I first saw him. Why? Because he is insanely good looking and the first impression you might get is that he is a total player. I’ve stayed sceptic all throughout us dating but not a single time has he given me any reason to believe that he’s playing with me or using me. At least not more than I am using him. And knowing quite a bit about his family life I know for a fact that he wouldn’t even have time to date other women as well. He is super sensual and caring and lying in his arms has been the rock that kept me sane over these past months where depression and burn out have been taking quite a toll on me again. But we both always knew our time together had an expiration date and a short while ago we found out about that date. The second of June. That’s when he will move back to Egypt and although I keep telling myself that I am not in love with him, it will crush my heart. But if he is so amazing, why am I not in love with him you might ask. Well, remember those differences in values? That is a real thing. And although he is a truly good human being, he for example is very narrow minded when it comes to for example immigration and matters around sexual orientation. It’s just the way he’s been brought up. Not sharing the same values on such crucial world views is, I believe, what keeps me from truly falling in love with him. Looking at it one way, I guess that’s a good thing. p.s.: I will keep editing this story over the next few weeks, our last weeks together. Edit 1: After having been 3 weeks apart, we met last night. We had dinner together and then things moved to the bedroom pretty quickly. I don’t know if it was the fact that we hadn’t seen each other for a long time, or the fact that we both now that the end of our relationship is near but it almost seemed like our love making was even more passionate which is not something I thought possible. The embrace we were in was so strong it almost took my breath away. After many hours, we went to sleep. Usually I first fall asleep in his arms but then for comfort I turn around playing “little spoon”. I fell into a light slumber when I suddenly noticed he was stroking my hair, my cheek, my shoulder. Somehow it felt like the most loving and caring way I have ever been touched. I will never forget it.

Edit 2: Well... this didn’t exactly end as I expected and I’m not even sure what happened. I’ll just lay it out for you and you can make up your own mind as to what went wrong here. So... after our last meeting which went really well and the fact that I knew he was leaving soon anyways, I kind of felt like I can let my guard down. Which only meant that I was a bit more forthcoming in expressing the fact that I’d like to see him as much as possible before he leaves. I wrote to him that I had only one wish before he left and that it was that we’d spend one full night and day together, without me having to go to work in the morning or him having to pick up his kids. His response was super sweet, he said that yes for sure we will manage because he is also tired of rushing away first thing in the morning and he also “needs this”. All fine and dandy. He then said that he will try and get a day off from the kids on the weekend so we could be together. That was on a Monday. By Wednesday evening I still hadn’t heard from him and so I texted him - here is the conversation

What you need to know, is that he will move to Egypt with the kids but his ex wife (”that woman”) will not follow until a few months later. So what my message was trying to express was just surprise that she would care about her kids so little that she’d rather go to her cousin than spend time with her kids while she still can.

Either way, I did not respond to his last message as I was pissed off about him telling me off by saying “let me deal with it my way”. I was pissed because over the past months I had been incredibly understanding, patient and tolerant about his situation with his ex and him having to cancel meetings last minute due to stuff with the kids etc. Fact is, his situation with his ex is so fucked up that not a lot of women would have made up with that shit. But I did, so I didn’t need him telling me to let him deal with it his way. So I didn’t reply. And neither did he. That conversation happened on Wednesday. He did not text to confirm if we would meet on the weekend or not. He did not message me at all. For a week. I then saw a post on his instagram that he was on his way to the Netherlands. And I was gonna go to Croatia the following weekend. So this then confirmed, that the only day we would still see each other would be the public holiday before the weekend he was leaving. Although I even had my doubts about that since I knew he had to pack and empty his apartment etc. But the point was... here we were, having a few last chances to spend time together and you decide to be an asshole and not text me. Of course I thought if I should text him, if I’m over reacting. But no... I was super clear about what it was I wanted - see him. And I wasn’t the one not having time. So the ball was definitely in his court. So one lonely and sad Wednesday evening I decide to re-download Tinder. Just to pass time and see what’s out there. And guess who I came across. Mr. “let me deal with it my way”.

Now again, you might say “well you were on Tinder too”. But the reason why I think this is a bit different is because I will still spend time in this country while he is leaving in two weeks... I had been on Tinder every so often and never ran into his profile anymore and this was a new profile, with very recent images, so he had to have set it up recently. It stung. Badly. I did what I always do in situations like this, which is be dramatic. I removed him from my Instagram, unfollowed him and deleted all messages. And that’s it. End of story. Never heard from him. He’s leaving in 5 days. I was quite sad for a while because it could have ended with love and respect for each other. But it all went to shit instead. Most of all I felt stupid because I truly thought he cared about me in some way.

#love #cityofangels #outlander #romeoandjuliet #romance #longing #deception #tinder #disappointed #exwife

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jesuisbellefleur-blog · 5 years

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I’VE NEVER BEEN VERY GOOD AT JOURNALING. I WANT SO BADLY TO BE GOOD AT IT AND STAY UP TO DATE WITH MYSELF.

I’VE HAD BLOGS AND NOTEBOOK JOURNALS IN THE PAST. SOME ACTUALLY LAST FOR A LITTLE WHILE. BUT EVENTUALLY I ALWAYS END UP FALLING OFF.

I LIKE THE TANGIBLE ASPECT OF A REAL JOURNAL, BUT I HAVE A BAD WRIST, SO WRITING IN THEM GETS DIFFICULT. SO ONLINE SEEMS LIKE A MORE MANAGEABLE ROUTE TO TAKE.

I ALWAYS WISH I HAD STARTED JOURNALING SOONER, SO WHATEVER I HAVE THAT’S BIG TO WRITE ABOUT WOULDN’T BE HOW THE JOURNAL STARTS, BUT I RARELY THINK TO JOURNAL UNLESS SOMETHING BIG HAS HAPPENED.

SOMETHING BIG HAPPENED 5 DAYS AGO, AND I STARTED TO WRITE IN THE NOTEPAD I HAD BEEN USING, BUT I ONLY GOT ABOUT 6 SENTENCES IN BEFORE MY WRIST STARTED HURTING, AND THEN I STARTED MAKING THIS BLOG, BUT I HADN’T HAD TIME TO GET AROUND TO MAKING A POST UNTIL NOW. AND I’M EXHAUSTED, SO I DON’T FEEL LIKE MAKING A BIG POST.

I DON’T WANT TO USE REAL NAMES WHEN POSTING, SO I WILL USE LETTERS IN PLACE OF NAMES FOR MOST COMMONLY SPOKEN OF PEOPLE.

I WILL USE ‘T’ FOR MY EX-BOYFRIEND/CURRENT ROOMMATE.

I WILL USE ‘R’ FOR MY CURRENT BOYFRIEND/FUTURE ROOMMATE.

I WILL USE ‘V’ FOR MY SORT OF EX-BOYFRIEND, NEVER ROOMMATE, STILL CRAZY ABOUT, MESSY RELATIONSHIP, PERSON THAT I CAN’T GET OVER.

ANYWAYS, I HADN’T SPOKEN TO V IN ABOUT 8 MONTHS, AND WHEN WE LAST SPOKE, THE COPS WERE INVOLVED. HE WAS THREATENING TO BOTHER MY WORKPLACE, FRIENDS AND FAMILY WITH PRIVATE DETAILS OF MY LIFE AND “RUIN ME.” AND SHOWING UP AT MY HOUSE UNANNOUNCED, THREATENING TO SEND PEOPLE TO BEAT ME UP, ETC. I HAD HIM BANNED FROM MY HOUSE AND WORK. EVERY ATTEMPT HE MADE TO CONTACT ME IN THE NEXT FEW MONTHS, I CONTACTED THE COP HANDLING OUR CASE, AND HE TOLD HIM TO LEAVE ME ALONE.

BUT I HATED PRETENDING TO HATE HIM, AND OVER TIME I STARTED MISSING HIM A LOT. WE HAVE A LOT OF HISTORY, AND WHILE I DON’T CONDONE ANY OF HIS BEHAVIOUR WHATSOEVER, I CAN’T SAY IT WAS UNPROVOKED OR FOR NO REASON. NOT OKAY, BUT NOT WITHOUT CAUSE.

I WAS TERRIFIED HE HATED ME AND WANTED NOTHING TO DO WITH ME. I MISSED HIM SO MUCH, IT WAS ALMOST UNBEARABLE. I SPENT A GOOD TWO WEEKS REALLY DEPRESSED OVER IT. LUCKILY, IT COINCIDED WITH MY 2 WEEK VACATION FROM WORK, SO I WAS ABLE TO GET OUT OF THE TOWN AND GO TO MY BOYFRIENDS HOUSE TO MOPE AND STAY IN BED FOR 3 OR 4 DAYS. I WAS A MESS. I DIDN’T FEEL OKAY AT ALL.

I UNBLOCKED HIM ON FACEBOOK, AND I CREEPED HIS INSTAGRAM FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MONTHS. WHICH IS WHERE I NOTICED TWO POSTINGS OF PART OF A SONG HE HAS WRITTEN, WITH THE TITLE BEING A NICKNAME HE HAD GIVEN ME. AND THAT VIDEO CLIP WAS ALSO HIS PROFILE PICTURE ON FACEBOOK. SO I FIGURED MAYBE HE DIDN’T HATE ME AFTER ALL. I SPENT A FEW DAYS REALLY STRUGGLING TO NOT CONTACT HIM. I HAD SEVERE ANXIETY OVER IT AND COULDN’T BE LEFT ALONE. I CONVINCED MYSELF HE WAS BETTER OFF WITHOUT ME CONTACTING HIM.

IT GOT BETTER FOR ABOUT A WEEK WHEN I WENT BACK TO WORK. (WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT MY VACATION FROM WORK WOULD SUCK SO MUCH? HAHA) AND I WAS DOING OKAY, BUT I STILL MISSED HIM AND WANTED TO TALK, BECAUSE IN ABOUT TWO MONTHS I’M MOVING AWAY. WE WON’T STILL LIVE IN THE SAME SMALL-ISH TOWN ANYMORE. NO CHANCES TO BUMP INTO EACH OTHER BUYING GROCERIES OR SOMETHING.

SO I MESSAGED HIM. LETTING HIM KNOW THAT I WAS MOVING TOWNS IN A COUPLE MONTHS AND THAT HE WOULD BE ABLE TO ENTER MY PLACE OF WORK ONCE I WAS GONE, AS I KNEW HE CURRENTLY HAD TO AVOID THE STORE, WHICH WAS AN INCONVENIENCE FOR HIM. IT WAS AN EXCUSE TO MESSAGE HIM. BUT, WHEN I CONTACTED THE COPS, AN AGREEMENT THAT IF EITHER ONE OF US CONTACTED THE OTHER, WE COULD BE CHARGED WITH HARASSMENT. SO I DIDN’T WANT TO JUST SAY HI AND RISK THAT. I NEEDED AN EXCUSE. WHICH I FOUND, AND USED.

THEN WE TALKED FOR 5 HOURS. HE PRETTY MUCH FEELS THE SAME AS I HAVE, AS USUAL. I’VE BEEN ON AND OFF WITH THIS GUY FOR ALMOST 3 YEARS NOW. WE ALWAYS FEEL THE SAME. WE’RE MAD AT EACH OTHER TOGETHER, WE’RE IN LOVE TOGETHER, WE MISS EACH OTHER TOGETHER. SO WE TALKED, CAUGHT UP A BIT, CONFIRMED WE BOTH MISS AND DON’T HATE EACH OTHER. BUT AGREED WE WOULD STAY ON GOOD TERMS, BUT NOT IN EACH OTHERS LIVES UNLESS SOMETHING BIG HAPPENED AND WE NEEDED THE OTHER. AND THAT WE HOPED SOME DAY WE MAY END UP IN EACH OTHERS LIVES AGAIN, WHEN THE TIMING WAS RIGHT AND THINGS WOULD JUST WORK. CLICHE MAYBE, BUT I FEEL IT.

RIGHT NOW THE TIMING ISN’T RIGHT. I’M IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH R AND HE IS SO GOOD. I’M MOVING TO HIS TOWN IN TWO MONTHS, AND WE’RE IN A ONE YEAR LEASE. I CAN’T SAY I KNOW WHERE THINGS WILL GO, WITH R OR V, BUT FOR NOW, I’M STICKING TO THE LIFE I’VE BEEN LIVING, BUT WITH KNOWING V AND I STILL HAVE THE CONNECTION WE’VE ALWAYS HAD, EVEN IF IT’S NEVER WORKED OUT FOR US BEFORE. WE SUCK AT IT, BUT WE DO LOVE EACH OTHER. I DON’T KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN, BUT THIS ISN’T THE END FOR US.

I’M STILL MISSING HIM, BUT FEELING MUCH LESS ANXIOUS ABOUT IF HE HATED ME AND ABOUT MOVING SO FAR AWAY FROM HIM. I FEEL I WILL ALWAYS LOVE HIM, BUT I DO QUESTION IF IT’S A HEALTHY LOVE, OR IF ANYTHING POSITIVE WILL BECOME OF IT IN THE FUTURE. UNTIL THEN, I CAN NOW GO ON KNOWING WE’RE STILL THERE FOR EACH OTHER, BUT GIVING OURSELVES SPACE.

- K

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dolan-sunshine-blog · 6 years

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How ‘Bout I Change? - G.D.

Summary: The memory of you flies back into Grayson’s mind on the first Valentine’s Day after you broke up with him, and he decides to let you know. Based on the song Red by Catfish and the Bottlemen. You can listen to it and read the lyrics here.

A/N: I’M SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG OK BUT IT’S HERE NOW. since i’m such a loyal bitch writing Grayson imagines is harder than writing Ethan ones, but I pulled through and used this song by one of my most favorite bands as inspo. i’m also definitely writing an Ethan one with a song from them in the future. the title of the song i’m writing ethan’s from is hidden in the imagine. also THANK YO USO MUCH because I’m almost at 500 followers and that’s just nuts because I haven’t been here for long. I appreciate all your kindness. Anyways, sorry for the long ass note. enjoy! x

Warnings: swearing, sexual themes

Requested: nah son || yeah boiii

Word Count: 3.3k

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Not even a year had passed since you broke up with Grayson. He didn’t know what was of you for a long time. The break up had been messy for sure. Constant fighting was not a sign of a functional relationship, at least that’s what you had told him that last day as his girlfriend. The break up itself was also loud, so loud Grayson’s brother had left the house to not get involved. After you left though, Grayson felt broken. It had taken him an hour and a hot shower to process what had just happened. Once he did though, he couldn’t figure out which emotion he felt the most: anger or sadness. A combination of both made him burst into tears.

For a while he checked your social media accounts every day, sometimes even a few times every 24 hours. After a couple months, with the help of his brother Ethan, he had dropped his constant stalking, and started putting his focus elsewhere.

Grayson was a handsome young man with a bright personality. It wasn’t hard for him to find someone that wanted to love him, but he just couldn’t bring himself to let go of you, not even when he repeated in his head that he was over you.

He had set a goal for himself to not spend Valentine’s Day alone. He didn’t need a fancy, romantic dinner date, he just needed a girl and an empty house where he could get laid. His plans were ruined however, on the morning of February the fourteenth.

He was eating a bowl of cereal in the kitchen looking at pictures of Instagram models on the app. He was about to DM a girl he had had his eye on for a few days when his phone shut down, the battery power dying. Grayson groaned in annoyance and called for his brother.

“Ethan!” he shouted, but there was no response. Ethan had just gone in the shower and stupidly left his phone on the kitchen bar. Grayson had the intention of asking him if he could use it to access his Instagram account, but since there was no reply, he just grabbed it, knowing his brother’s password as well he knew his own.

He only got to opening the app, since the first picture on Ethan’s timeline was from your account. Grayson froze as he noticed your username at the top. He wasn’t aware Ethan was still following you, since you had stopped following each other the second you broke you. He didn’t really stagnate his thoughts on the fact that Ethan was still following you, his head was too busy looking at the picture you had posted.

He recognized the surroundings as your appartment, but what caught his eye was the focal point of the picture, which consisted of a big bouquet of red roses and two gift boxes resting before it. He scrolled down a bit to see the caption.

A nice way to start the day. Happy Valentine’s everyone!

Grayson felt his stomach drop instantly, and an uncomfortable warmth filled his chest. He couldn’t help but to go to your profile and look at your recent pictures, just to see if there was any sign of this new man that seemed to be in your life, since it clearly wasn’t Grayson himself that gave you the roses. There weren’t any pictures of this guy’s face, but there sure was a picture of a two pairs of feet dangling off a pier, and then a picture of you wearing a jacket that was too big to be yours. There seemed to be a constant theme in your captions: they all were talking about love, and not in a negative way at all.

Ethan came into the room rubbing his head with a white towel, and instantly noticed Grayson was holding his phone.

“What are you doing?” he asked Grayson, who was startled by his brother’s voice, not expecting him to be standing a few feet away from him.

“You still follow (Y/N) on Instagram?” Grayson asked Ethan. “She’s on your timeline.”

“Is that a problem?” Ethan asked back, a frown appearing on his face. “Why are you on my phone?”

“My phone died.” Grayson explained emotionless. Ethan scoffed, thinking Grayson was angry at him for following his ex.

“Look it’s no big deal, alright.” Ethan rolled his eyes. “I don’t get why it bothers you so much.”

“That’s not what’s bothering me, Ethan.” Grayson said annoyed. He selected the bouquet picture and the handed to phone to Ethan. Ethan’s expression softened as he saw the photo.

“Oh.” he let out when he read the caption, not knowing what else to say. “That uh… sucks.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Grayson said angrily, his brain flooding with memories of last Valentine’s day. “He didn’t give her balloons. She likes balloons.”

He took the phone away from Ethan again, ignoring his brother’s complaints. This time, he headed to Twitter, where he also looked up your name. Surely your account was the first one to come up, and yes, Ethan was following you.

Your most recent tweet was from two minutes ago, and it read: ice cream for breakfast is the perfect gift.

Grayson’s mind instantly pictured your favorite ice cream place he always took you to when you had a bad day. The memory made him reminisce about a particular day you had arrived incredibly stressed from school. It was something about your teacher grading you unfairly on a big project, which would most likely affect your final grade, the one that universities would be looking at.

It was a good time at first, Grayson had ordered your favorite flavor for you and then you sat outside the shop in one of the small round tables that provided room for two. It wasn’t often you stayed at the shop to eat your ice cream, but that time you had. He had tried to calm you down by telling you you shouldn’t worry too much about college, that at the end on the day you had applied to many places and at least one of them had to take you. Boy did that make you mad. You didn’t want to settle for just any college, and Grayson didn’t seem the grasp that. The conversation only made you more stressed, and your original plans to stay at Grayson’s disappeared.

Thinking it back, Grayson felt slightly guilty of driving you so crazy all the time, and not trying harder to understand your side whenever you argued. That was part of what caused the fallout.

The definite break up had not been the first one. One time before, you had stayed over at Grayson’s place and things got out of hand. It was about midnight when you started fighting about rumors sufacing about you cheating on hi. Those weren’t true at all, but it didn’t take Grayson long to heat up when something out of his liking happened. It wasn’t the first time Grayson had been jealous to the point of yelling either, so you told him that if he was going to continue to doubt you so much you would be better without him. He begged you to stay, but you were determined to move on and find happiness elsewhere.

Not even five hours had passed when Grayson rang your doorbell repeatedly in the early morning. You had only noticed because you couldn’t sleep. You kept thinking of him and wondering if you had made a mistake dumping him. For some reason, your gut told you it was him at your door, so you ran to it and opened without hesitation, not even looking at the peephole before hand.

Grayson had told you repeatedly how he could be better, that you hadn’t seen the best of him at all. In a rush of desperation, Grayson had even complimented your appartment, just in hopes it would do something to change your mind. He was speaking in tongues at that point, his words so quick and his mind racing even quicker.

“Grayson calm down!” you had told him, and just hearing your voice helped his anxiety. He stopped talking and looked at you with worried eyes that seemed to be piercing you.

“I love you.” he mumbled after a couple seconds of silence. The three words always had the same effect on you. They made your body fill with warmth and bubbles appear on your stomach. They were enough to make you fall again.

Grayson wished he had the guts to go to you and tell you them again, because even though he knew you were very clear on the fact that you were never taking him back, he couldn’t help but wonder if he spoke to you and told you he loved you you would change your mind.

There was a split second where Grayson thought he might be crazy, because the hint of hope there was in him of admitting to your face he hadn’t stopped thinking about you since the second you left your house on that last night and you saying the same started shining within him. He knew where the ice cream shop was, and it wasn’t more than 10 minutes of you tweeting you were heading there.

“You haven’t talked in a whole minute and it’s worrying me.” Ethan said. Grayson hadn’t even noticed he had poured himself a bowl of Cheerios. “Whatever you’re thinking about, I’m sure it’s not a good idea.”

“I know that.” Grayson replied with a nod and steady words. Still, in his head he was doubtful.

“So you’re not gonna do anything stupid, right?” Ethan asked. His brows were raised and his lips tight shut, his jaw clenching a bit with concern.

Grayson turned to look at him, but he didn’t reply. He reminded himself he had been in the middle of getting a hook up when you had made your way back into his mind, but the though of finding you many months after you had broken up, not on any day, but on Saint Valentine’s Day, and telling you how much he had missed you seemed more attractive than getting laid, and not even enjoying it because it wasn’t with you. Ethan talked again when didn’t get a reply from his brother.

“Grayson, tell me you’re not doing anything stupid.” he said as he saw Grayson stand up from the stool he had been sitting on. “Grayson!”

“I’m not good at lying you know that.” Grayson said, taking his phone from the table and heading to his room. Ethan followed him, knowing he had to at least try to stop him.

Grayson made a mess looking for his power bank, and swiftly plugged it to his phone one he did come upon it. He was in the middle of putting a shirt on when Ethan pulled him.

“Dude, where the fuck are you going?” Ethan said as Grayson pulled his arm off Ethan’s hand and slid on the black t-shirt.

“I’m finding (Y/N).” Grayson said as if it was a casual decision, as if the idea didn’t terrify him.

“You’re finding her?” Ethan questioned. Grayson walked to the bathroom to look himself in the mirror and Ethan followed suit.

“She’s at our ice cream shop.” Grayson continued. “With her new boyfriend. I’m gonna go there.”

“And then what, Grayson?” Ethan exclaimed. Grayson sighed in annoyance. “You’re gonna tell her you still love her in front of everyone there? Do you really want to cause a scene in the middle of a public shop?”

Grayson hated when Ethan was right, which was more often than he liked to admit. Maybe going to the ice cream shop wasn’t a good idea, or a worst idea than he had thought it was.

“I’ll go to her house then.” Grayson told Ethan after hesitating for a few seconds. He walked out of the bathroom and Ethan followed again.

“Like a fucking stalker?” Ethan asked Grayson.

“I’m not stalking her, she was the one that always begged me to go over.” Grayson said rolling his eyes.

“Didn’t you say she was at the ice cream shop?” Ethan sighed, knowing he wouldn’t convince Grayson and giving up his attempts to.

“She likes buying pints and then eating them at home.” Grayson said, leaving Ethan still with wide eyes.

“Whoa.” Ethan let out. “Alright then, but don’t make me say I told you so when you get back.”

“It’s worth a fucking shot.” Grayson said.

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Knocking at your door was harder for Grayson than he expected it to be. He had been so sure on the way there, planning in his head what he was going to say as he drove with this favorite Spotify playlist in the background. But then he was standing before your entrance, and the hallway was cold, and the door was too familiar, and the thought of you opening it made his hands sweat with nerves. Everytime he raised his fist to knock, he would end up lowering it again. After a couple tries, he gave up on knocking.

He took out his phone and went to your Twitter. You hadn’t posted anything after the ice cream tweet, and it made him nervous you wouldn’t be back home yet. His thoughts were full of hesitation, so he didn’t do anything for a while. He then opened his contacts, deciding he should text you first.

“If I was outside your door right now, would you open?” is what he wrote. He sent it fast, almost too fast for his own liking. He started overthinking. What if you had deleted his number? That would make him seem like a stalker. You usually weren’t quick to answer texts, Grayson knew that, but you always did eventually. That time wasn’t the case.

Instead, the door of your appartment opened, revealing you standing inside in a red hoodie. Looking past you, Grayson was taken back in time as he saw the layout of your furniture had stayed the same as the last time he had been in your home. He was more focused on you, and how you rested your weight on one leg, making it bend a little.

“Yes?” you asked, as if asking if he needed anything. The fact that you had opened the door made Grayson realize you still had his number on your phone, and he wasn’t about to not tease you about that.

“You didn’t delete my number.” Grayson told you.

“Don’t be so glad, I have you as ‘lying ass.’” You replied with a smirk. Grayson, despite knowing you so well, couldn’t tell if you were joking or not. “What do you want, Grayson?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day.” Grayson started just as he had practiced on the ride there. “Ethan reminded me of you, and I started thinking about memories. Memories of us.” You raised your brows at that last part. “And then I was very angry because I noticed you already replaced me and I’m still basically… just…”

“Up my ass?” you laughed. Your smile made Grayson lighten up. He always did love watching you grin.

“I guess.” Grayson shrugged with a smile. “Listen, (Y/N), I know I fucked up, like, several times. I was thinking a while ago and I was lacking so much empathy. I get it now, why you got angry at me so much. I was a lying ass, you’re right.”

“I know that.” you nodded with a smile, this time Grayson could tell you were joking, and it made him smile again.

“I know you have a new boyfriend, or whatever, but you can’t deny even though our relationship was messy, we loved each other so much. If we were more mature, I’m sure we could’ve made it work, and I’m sorry, but I still want it to work.” Grayson continued. “(Y/N), I don’t want to spend Valentine’s Day with anyone else, or any day at that. I promise I can change, I will try harder.”

You looked at him with a smirk for a while, the same smirk you had maintained as he gave his speech, before talking. Grayson felt his stomach drop when you opened your mouth to talk.

“I don’t have a new boyfriend.” you told Grayson. Grayson’s lips separated, his mouth opening in surprise, and his brows raised.

“But, the flowers-“ he started.

“Those were sent by my brother, Gray, from back home.” you explained, not letting him finish.

“And the ice cream?” Grayson frowned.

“My best friend took me to get ice cream, because they know I love that place.” you said. “Friendship is also celebrated today, you know?”

“I… yeah.” Grayson said, those being the only words he could find.

“Does that change anything?” you asked, knowing damn well Grayson could just be acting out of jealousy. Grayson’s brows furrowed further.

“No!” he exclaimed. “(Y/N), that doesn’t change anything, I still want you.”

“You want me?” you asked him, walking through your doorframe and into the hallway to get closer to him. “What do you want?”

Grayson tensed up at the proximity, his jaw clenching a little as you got closer.

“I want to… uh…” he started, his nervousness making you smirk.

“Do you want to kiss me?” You asked him with raised brows and a confused expression that was completely fake. Grayson’s mouth became dry, he had to lick his lips to regain his composture. He was about to talk when you didn’t let him, pulling his head into a kiss.

Grayson’s head felt like it was floating, and his stomach like it was twirling. You were always such a good kisser, enough so that your deep kisses would never end in just pulling away. Grayson always felt the need to go further, and this wasn’t the exception, because your lips were pressed hard against his. You tasted like your favorite ice cream flavor, Grayson knew it perfectly after eating it with you so many times.

In Grayson’s head, you would pull him in to your appartment and then probably push him to your sofa. You wouldn’t care to not get to the bed, because you just wanted to get it done. And then when it was over you would rest on Grayson’s chest as it raised and dropped rhythmically, and he would play with your hair with one hand and hold your with the other.

Grayson had no idea of how far from that dream the kiss would end. You pulled away, leaving Grayson lightheaded and almost shaking. He was smiling foolishly, but you weren’t smiling at all, which instantly threw him off.

“If I had a dollar for every time you swore you’d change I would be richer than you.” You told him, your arm still around his neck. Grayson’s smile dropped, sensing hostility in your tone. “I can in fact deny you loved me, because if you had loved me you would’ve tried harder from the very start. I don’t think you’re that much mature, Grayson. I wanted it to work six months ago, now I’m glad I finally got out.”

Grayson didn’t know what to say, he felt a lot of things, but sadness overthrew all the other emotions. He felt a knot form in his throat, but he refused to start crying, because he knew the tears flowing down would be those of anger. You slowly slid off him and gave a few steps back, returning to the inside on your appartment and leaning against the door frame.

“I loved you, (Y/N).” Grayson said at one last attempt to convince you. “I just can’t seem to get over you.”

“Well, that’s not my problem, is it?” you said. “You’re still a good kisser.” Grayson stood there looking at you with blank eyes. “Look, Grayson, I forgave you months ago, but I’m not ever forgetting. I’m happier now. I hope you get there.”

You waited for him to respond, but he couldn’t seem to get anything out, so you just decided on saying one last thing before closing the door on him. “Have a nice life. I mean that.”

“(Y/N), I love you.” Grayson said before you shut the door, the words flowing out of his mouth less naturally than he imagined they would. They seemed to stick to his tongue.

“That’s doesn’t work anymore.” you said finally.

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REQUESTS ARE CLOSED (but you can still talk to me)

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Hey remember that EreAnnie Week thing we were doing way back when? Haha me neither. Anyway, my contribution for it is...still not finished, but it’s over halfway done (I think), and since EreAnnie week was so long ago, I’ve decided that I’ll let you guys read what I’ve got so far (which is like 4500 words). And whenever I actually finish it, I’ll probably delete this post and then post the new on one this site and/or ff.net and I’ll probably just put it in the Discord for ease of use or whatever. Words are hard.

Anyway, here you go my fellow shippers. May I present to you

Linked Through and Throughout (or just “Through and Throughout” I haven’t decided yet)

We’ve all heard of the traditional arranged marriage. One where the bridge and groom are set up by someone, possibly their parents, a professional matchmaker, or maybe even a friend. And we all know how in most cases, the bride and groom would usually have never met before, or would have met at least once, right?

And we’ve all heard of how these turn out. In some cases, it tends to be a perfect, or near perfect marriage where the two people fall in love straight away or over time, and they stay together. In other cases, it doesn’t work out and so the couple break up, but they may maintain a healthy relationship, especially if they had had a child, and so they need to make sure it feels loved.

Of course, an arranged marriage doesn’t always have to be like that.

“Eren Yeager!” A sweet yet commanding voice, a motherly one if you will, called from the front door to their house. “I told you we’d be leaving in an hour, and it’s been nearly twice that!”

Upstairs in his room, a young man (though he was a boy at heart, for the most part at least) was struggling to prepare himself. “I’ll be down in just a second, mom!”

Back downstairs, the mother of the Yeager household responded. “Don’t you shout at me mister! These are old friends of your father and I that you’re going to meet today, so you must be on your best behaviour!”

A hand reached out and rested itself on the woman’s shoulder. “Carla, dear, you mustn’t fret about such things.”

“But Grisha we can’t have Eren mess this up. We both agree that he’d be the perfect husband for their daughter.” Carla whined, checking her phone for the time, clearly unimpressed by her son’s incompetence.

Grisha let out a hearty chuckle. “Yes, I know we did, but you must remember this is his marriage here and not ours, so of course it won’t go as smoothly as thought.” He then coughed. “Besides, I already told Andrew and Lisa not to expect us to arrive on time. I’m sure Eren is just nervous about meeting his future wife for the first time, so just give him a little longer, okay?” After his wife gave in to his reasoning, the man kissed his wife on the cheek, and went to wait by the car.

Still upstairs, and still fiddling with his tie, Eren called for assistance. “Mikasa, can you come give me a hand with this?”

A young raven-haired woman, around the same age as Eren, walked into his room, wearing a fancy, yet not too fancy, red dress that had a slight floral pattern to it. Slowly, she made her way over to her brother, and took the bowtie from his hands. “Oh, Eren…my foolish brother. When will you learn to do this on your own?”

Eren grunted, brushing his long hair away from his face. “I’m trying, but it just doesn’t seem to work for me! I swear I’ve been cursed by someone.”

Mikasa shook her head and giggled, toying with the bowtie instead of doing it up like she had been requested. “Now tell me, Eren, how do I look?” Taking a step back, she presented herself to her brother.

The brunette Yeager boy gave his sister a quick look over, and then sighed. “You know I’m the one getting married, right?” He recognized the dress as one she had bought not too long ago, one just for special occasions.

Giving a questioning look at her brother, the Ackerman looked at her reflection in the mirror, because damn if she didn’t think she looked fine. “Oh? And what’s that supposed to mean? You trying to say I look better than you do?” She moved back in front of Eren and got back to tying his bowtie. “I suppose we already knew that, though.”

Slightly flustered, the emerald-eyed boy turned his head to look at the clock on the wall. “S-shut up! Stop messing with me Mikasa, I don’t wanna keep mom waiting any longer.”

Not long after, the two children made their way downstairs and out the door.

“Sorry mom,” Eren apologised. “I just wanted to make sure I looked good for this.”

Seeing the genuine look in his eyes, the brown-eyed woman decided she couldn’t stay mad at her son. “Oh, alright Eren…I just don’t want you to mess this up.”

“Me neither” He replied. And he really didn’t want to miss this opportunity. Eren was in his late 20’s, and while that didn’t make him old, his chance of finding someone was lessening by the day. He was never good with girls, and sometimes his attitude would scare people off, so that didn’t help. There’s also the fact that living in a small town like Shiganshina meant there wasn’t as big of a dating pool as say, Trost.

Another reason why Eren didn’t want to mess it up was because he had put his full faith into his parents. Though once rebellious as a child, Eren had learnt to respect his parents, and trusted them with everything, so one day he had approached them and asked if they had any friends who had a daughter looking to marry.

Approaching him from behind, Mikasa carefully pinched his ears, showing to Carla that they had gained a red tinge. Sighing, Carla spoke again. “You couldn’t tie your bowtie, could you? Honestly, Eren, I don’t know why you’re dressing yourself up so much! I mean, even if you do agree to marry the woman you’re meeting today, the wedding won’t be for a while.”

“Y-yeah, I know! But you and dad said I have to make a good first impression, and so I wanna do that! I just thought I should look nice is all…” Eren gave his reasoning, walking towards the car as he did so.

Figuring that Eren was likely feeling nervous, the Yeager woman decided to forgive him. After all, they didn’t need any negative feelings on a day such as this one. She then made her way to their car, and the family set off to their destination, a small town by the name of Liberio.

For almost the entirety of the journey, Eren felt his nerves racking up, and would constantly be tapping his feet to Mikasa’s annoyance. Having had enough of it, and in an attempt to comfort him, Mikasa placed her hand on his knee.

“Hey, Eren? You alright?”

The brunette turned to face his sister. “Huh? Yeah, I’m fine, why?” She pointed down at his legs. “Oh, was I doing that thing again?”

Nodding, the black-eyed woman removed her hand. “So, everything okay?”

Eren let out breath. “Eh, I suppose so. It’s just that mom and dad haven’t told me anything about her, so I don’t know what to expect.”

“Ah,” Now she could see where he was coming from. “why’d you do that?”

He shrugged. “I dunno…I guess I thought that the less I knew the more fun it would be, and since I’d have less to expect then maybe I could get along with her easier.”

“Oh, right, yeah. Don’t you think that was kinda dumb though? I mean because of that, now you’re all nervous, and knowing you, you’re going to mess this up” Mikasa questioned her brother, knowing that she was right.

Eren let out a small burst of anger. “NO! I won’t!” Gaining a puzzled look from his mother and father in the rear-view mirror, he took a moment to calm himself down.

“Is everything alright back there, sweetie?” Carla asked, concerned for her son.

Observing the passing scenery, which Eren found quite soothing, he apologized. “Yeah, mom. Sorry, I didn’t mean to shout.”

“It’s alright, Eren. I Understand if you’re feeling nervous or excited.” Carla turned back to face the road, but not before giving a warm smile to Eren, helping to calm his nerves.

After he had apologized to his parents, Eren tried to ask something of his sister. “Unless…do you know anything about her, Mikasa?”

The young woman shook her head. “Nope.”

“What? So, why’d you say that stuff?”

She giggled “Just messing with ya. Besides, even if I did, you did say that you didn’t want to know anything about her before meeting her, sooo…” Mikasa drifted off.

Groaning, Eren took out his phone and went onto one of his social media profiles to see if he could find the profiles of his parent’s friends through their profiles, and then consequently find out anything he could about their daughter. This was to no avail, however, as he didn’t seem to be getting any signal, and so couldn’t use the internet. This meant that all Eren had to go off about his possible future wife was that her last name is Leonhart, her parents are called Andrew and Lisa, and she was single. Instead of dwelling over this, the boy just loaded up a game and started playing that as a means of distraction from his current dilemma.

Soon enough, they arrived at the Leonhart’s home, located in the outskirts of Liberio. Their house was fairly large, and was possibly even bigger than the Yeager household, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered right now was Eren being prepared to meet the girl his parents had chosen for him to marry.

The four of them exited the vehicle and made their way to the front door. Ringing the doorbell, Grisha coughed to gain his son’s attention. “Now Eren, we’ve said this before, but you must be on your best behaviour. We don’t want you to make a fool of yourself in front of our friends, or in front of their daughter either, do we? Just take it easy, be yourself and I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Agreeing, Eren calmed himself down, and mentally prepared himself for this moment. It came quicker than he thought it would, but of course it would happen sometime.

All of a sudden, the door flew open, and stood in front of the Yeager family were two adults. One, a middle-aged man who was relatively short, using a cane to hold himself up, and had dark, combed back hair. The other, a middle-aged woman, a tad bit taller than the man with pale blonde hair that went down past her neck. Presumably these were Andrew and Lisa Leonhart, the friends of his parents.

Andrew was the first to speak, his voice sounding deep, yet kind. “Ah, Grisha, Carla! It’s so nice to see you after so long!”

Reaching his hand out, Grisha responded. “Andrew! Lisa! You’re both certainly looking healthy!” Andrew took hold of Grisha’s hand and shook it. “How have you been since we last met?”

“Oh, we’ve been just swell. Business hasn’t exactly been booming, but aside from that, we’re alright. How about you?” the Leonhart man queried.

Carla was the one to answer. “We’ve been quite fine, thank you. We really must do this more often, shouldn’t we?”

“Yes, we really should. With enough hope, after today we shall be seeing more of each other.” Lisa returned. She too had a sweet voice, a slightly lighter one that his mothers, though.

Almost forgetting to introduce them, Grisha turned to his children. “Where are my manners? Andrew, Lisa, I’d like for you to meet our children. This is our daughter, Mikasa.” she presented her hand, first to Andrew and then to Lisa, shaking their hands. They took note of the fact that her grip was firm and quite strong, reminding them of how Grisha had mentioned she was quite adept at fighting and self-defence. Maybe she could also get along with their daughter?

“And this is our son, Eren, the one we’ve been telling you about.”

Eren too stuck his hand out, also shaking the hands of the two adults. “I-it’s nice to meet you Mr and Mrs Leonhart!”

Andrew gave a hearty chuckle. “There’s no need for the formalities. Please, call us Andrew and Lisa.”

Lisa spoke. “And it’s nice to meet you too. From what we’ve heard you’re very respectable, and quite smart, so I hope you can get along with our daughter.”

“Um, yeah I hope so too! Is…is she around right now?” The young man asked, his excitement building up, peeking past the Leonhart’s to see if their daughter was currently visible.

Once more, Lisa responded. “Yes, Annie will be either in her room or in the back garden. I’ll fetch her in just a second. Why don’t you four come on through into our lounge and make yourself at home in the meantime?”

That was the first time Eren had been told her name, so he let that information slide into place in his mind. ‘Annie Leonhart…huh. That’s a pretty name. I wonder if she looks just as pretty?’ His cheeks flushed a little at that thought.

Making their way into the Leonhart household, Mikasa gained her brother’s attention. “So, Eren, you ready?” Her voice had a clear layer of concern, something that she always had for her brother, ever since being brought into the Yeager family.

Trying (and failing) to act like it was nothing, Eren answered. “Yeah, I think I am. I can’t wait to meet her.” And that was true. His excitement was rising by the second. It wouldn’t be long now before he would finally come face to face with Annie Leonhart, the possible woman of his dreams.

Sitting in the living room, with Mikasa by his side, Eren’s eyes shifted around the room, taking in the décor. His parents had long since entered conversation with their long time friends, and would continue to converse for some time. He first came across what seemed to be a collection of family photos, the first of which was taken a considerable amount of time ago, as Andrew and Lisa Leonhart looked a fair bit younger than they do today, and they had a baby with them, which Eren assumed was Annie. Next was a photo taken at a nursery school, presumably Annie’s first day. In said photo she looked to be around 2 years old, and alongside her were both parents. Annie was stood hiding behind her father’s leg, but you could just about make out a smile. Both parents had gleeful looks, obviously thrilled that their daughter was starting school.

There were a few more photos visible from Eren’s position. Some just of Annie, some of her with one parent, some with both. There was, however, something strange. At one point there was a mysterious lack of photos, as if a portion of the Leonhart’s life together had been skipped. Strange…Anyway, there was a range of more photos scattered around the room, but they weren’t visible from Eren’s position. Perhaps they were of happier times?

Soon enough, Eren grew tired of just staring at photos, and so his mind moved to wondering what Annie actually looked like nowadays. None of the photos that Eren had looked at seemed that recent, so for all he knew this woman could look nothing like she did as a child.

“Lisa?” Eren asked, trying to gain her attention.

The blonde woman paused her lengthy conversation with Carla and turned to face Eren. “Yes, Eren?”

Eren started fumbling with his fingers but calmed himself at the last second. “So, when do I get to meet your daughter?” Grisha and Andrew stopped their conversation hearing that.

Lisa mentally slapped herself, completely forgetting the whole purpose of the Yeager family’s visit to their home. “Oh, goodness! Please, forgive me Eren, I was having too much fun catching up with your mother. I’ll fetch her right now!”

Just before she could go to fetch her daughter, Mikasa interjected. “There’s no need to apologize Mrs Leonhart. We understand that it has been some time since you last met, so don’t worry about it. Right, Eren?” She whispered that last bit under her breath, and sneakily elbowed her brother.

Giving another warm smile, Lisa thanked Mikasa for her understanding. “It’s nice to see you two have been raised so well. And please Mikasa, call me Lisa. Anyway, I’ll go get Annie, so you can meet her. I think she may be a bit nervous about today too, so you’re in the same boat.”

Oh boy…the time was nearly here. Eren knew why he was nervous, but he didn’t know why he was this nervous. It didn’t even feel like he was the right kind of nervous, it just felt off. It felt more like he was also meeting someone he hadn’t seen in ages, and not the nervous you would get when meeting someone important for the first time. How peculiar…

Not long after, Lisa returned, this time with a figure following a short distance behind her. Walking through the threshold between the corridor and the lounge, she announced her arrival. “Yeagers, I’d like for you to meet our pride and joy, Annie.” She moved to the side to allow her daughter’s entry.

Immediately, Eren stood up ready to introduce himself. He cleared his throat. “H-hey, I’m Eren it’s nice to-” suddenly, his eyes shot wide open, and he carried a look of surprise.

Cautiously the figure walked in, and Eren looked over the woman in front of him, as if searching for something. She was around a foot shorter than he was, but the height didn’t matter. Her hair was the same pale blonde as her mothers, but instead of wearing down like her mother, she wore it tied back, with some of it draping over her face. She also had these blue eyes that were of an indescribable beauty and that looked like they held a secret to them. How could he put this? In high school there was this girl called Historia who was regarded among her fellow students as the prettiest girl in school. Annie, however, was in Eren’s opinion even prettier than her.

This wasn’t love at first sight, was it? No, that was ridiculous...

Unlike Eren who was dressed up in a suit and the smartest shoes he owned, Annie was wearing what were probably her everyday clothes, a white hoodie, a pair of jeans and a pair of boots. Meaning, Eren was overdressed for the occasion, but it was too late to change that.

Offering a nearly silent “Hey” in return, Annie looked up at Eren, and found herself also in shock. Her eyes too shot open, and the puzzled looks on both their faces confused everyone else.

“Eren?”

“Annie?”

The two elder men called out, quickly exchanging a glance at the other to see if they knew what was happening.

Eren couldn’t get any words out, and right as that happened his mind was attacked with an influx of memories. These memories, however, weren’t his, and yet they were? They couldn’t have been his though, because everything was different from his life. The year, the place. Everything. It was like Eren had been peering into alternate universes, and in these memories, there was one constant: He and Annie had always ended up together. One memory…or alternate universe…or whatever these were had the two of them in medieval times, coming from opposing lands but nevertheless falling for each other. Another memory was of the two of them meeting in a café, and after many attempts at flirting (from both sides), going on a date. Another had them being animals instead of humans, in which Annie saved Eren from predators, and so Eren tried to do his best to repay the favour.

Out of all these memories, there was none more familiar than the last he inspected. In this final memory, Eren lived confined within a set of colossal walls, and attacking these walls were giant humanoid creatures known as titans, the only way of defeating them being through the use of this weird type of gear that would swing you around. In this world, Eren had the ability to transform himself into one of those monsters, and Annie did too, but where was she? Eren could recall Annie being from across the ocean, and she also lived within the walls, but she wasn’t above roaming free like Eren or his friends. Instead, she was confined within a cell, with what looked like the shards of a crystal scattered around her.

Why was that memory so familiar?

All of a sudden, Annie gasped, and a tear rolled out of her eye, but before anybody could see it, she turned to leave the room. “I’ll be outside.”

Feeling uneasy, Andrew got up from his chair. “Annie? Are you okay?”

However, before he could get an answer, his daughter walked out, and Eren started to follow.

“Where are you going?” Mikasa asked, nearly grabbing her brother’s arm, but he had moved at the last second.

Turning to face Lisa, Eren queried “May I be excused? I’d like to talk to Annie in private.”

She mulled it over, but then decided that perhaps this would allow for Eren and Annie to get to know each other, and so they could in fact marry. “Uh, sure, Eren. Just please don’t do anything to harm Annie.”

“I’d never do anything to hurt a friend.” He promised, which did sound strange as he had never actually met Annie before today, but he left it and went to go find her.

As he made his way through the house, Eren thought over those memories that had attacked his mind. There was no logical answer, and this left him feeling confused, but it seemed wrong to discuss this with anyone but Annie.

Wait…would she understand him? Or would this make Eren seem like a mad man and scare Annie off? Then again, she had a similar look in her eye to Eren, so maybe she could understand…ah to hell with it. Eren wanted answers, so he opened the back door and walked out.

At the back of the garden was a smallish oak tree, and under it sat Annie. Cautiously, Eren approached Annie, though he was unsure of how to proceed, or even start talking about this problem.

He walked up to Annie, and saw how she looked distressed, almost confirming his theory that she experienced the same thing as he did. “Hey, Annie?”

“What?” She replied, before looking up, noticing it was the guy from earlier. “Oh…Eren, is it?” He nodded. “What do you want?”

Eren scratched the back of his head. “I just wanted to see if you were alright, and I guess I want to get to know you? Also…there’s something I wanted to ask you.”

“Huh…” Annie thought. ‘Is he thinking what I am?’ Despite the fact that Eren was a stranger to her, and she knew very little about him, Annie decided to pursue this conversation. “So, what did you want to ask?”

‘Alright then, guess we’re skipping straight to it then’ He sat down next to Annie, leaving enough space for it not to be uncomfortable. “Have…have we met before?”

Annie’s eyes widened once more in surprise. “Wha-…what did you say?”

‘Crap, should I not have said that?’ Eren waited a moment, seeing if Annie was about to tell him off for asking what he did, but she didn’t. “Sorry. You probably think I’m weird, don’t you?”

She shook her head. “No. Well aside from the fact that you’re wearing a suit to my house, I don’t. You’re not a massive creep, are you?”

Eren nearly fell backwards hearing that. “What? No! I mean, I don’t think I am. Am I?”

The blonde woman let out a small giggle, which in Eren’s opinion was cute. “I dunno.” She shrugged. “I’ve never met you before, so I’m yet to have an opinion on you.”

Completely disregarding the fact that his original intention for following Annie was to ask about the memories, Eren thought it would be a good idea to continue this conversation.

Even though they had just met, Eren would agree that Annie seemed like someone who it would be pretty fun to talk to. Or that at the very least she gave off a calm and soothing vibe.

“Hey, so, um, Annie? Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

Eren wasn’t exactly sure if he was going to cross the line with what he had in mind, but it had been on his mind, so he asked it anyway. “How come you’re still single?”

Annie looked at Eren with a dumbfounded expression, amazed at his stupidity. Shaking her head, she let out a deep sigh. “Oh god...my parents are setting me up with someone who doesn’t even know how to talk to girls.” When Eren tried to reply, all he could do was stumble over his words, trying to say something about how he did know how to, leaving Annie to giggle again.

“Look, I’m sorry if I shouldn’t have said that. I was just wondering...I mean you’re...you know…” He apologized, leaving what he was saying ambiguous.

The blonde shifted slightly closer to Eren, and nudged him, teasingly. “Oh? What am I?”

Eren’s cheeks gained a rosy hue as he began to explain. “Well...I, uhh...you’re…”

“Come on, Eren, spit it out already.”

“YOU’RE REALLY PRETTY!” He exclaimed. “I-I mean I think you’re pretty, at least, and you seem like a nice person and… I dunno… I just thought you would’ve been asked out at least a few times before.”

Temporarily losing her composure, Annie scooted back away from Eren. After a moment, she responded. “Contrary to what you might think, most people prefer not to approach me, and so to them I seem…hostile.”

“Huh…I don’t see that. I wonder why they’d think that?”

“No,” Annie took a breath. “I understand it. I’m not the most easy-going person, but I suppose that’s just how I am.”

“Oh. Maybe they just need to take a moment and try to get to know you? At least, I hope that I can get to do that.” Eren pondered on why Annie apparently wasn’t popular. He didn’t know anything about her, and yet he was curious about her wellbeing, which puzzled Annie, but perhaps Eren was just the curious type?

The two young adults found themselves lost in conversation for a short while, trying to find out more about each other while not prying too much into their personal lives. It was actually quite enjoyable for the both of them, and before they knew it, they were talking like they had already known each other for some time.

It wasn’t longer, however, before Eren remembered his original reason for going to talk to Annie, which he had attempted to learn about earlier, but their talk was lead to a different path And so, he had to break the ongoing comfortable conversation to do this.

“Hey, Annie?” He asked.

“What’s up?”

“You…you looked like you were crying earlier…why was that? And as I asked earlier, have we met before?”

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