#the fact that there's two separate bottles of wine lol
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Happy Birthday, Kaeya!
"Wow, Kaeya is asleep! Klee rarely sees him like this!"
"He must be super happy when he wakes up and sees all the gifts sent by everyone in the Knights of Favonius!"
#genshin impact#genshin impact updates#official#genshin impact news#official art#birthday art#kaeya alberich#AWWW#the fact that there's two separate bottles of wine lol#they know what he's about
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You Suck
Carmy Berzatto x Platonic!F!Reader
Summary: Coming home to the surprise that Carmy is holding your stove hostage at the expense of your takeout lol. Just two friends talking (fighting) about life.
Continuation of these (in order): Pillow Forts, Soft Spot, Shoulder To Cry On, The Smell of Rain, I’m Sorry, Bad Day
A/N: I really have a special place in my heart for platonic fics and writing these two is one of my favorite things. Despite that, this took me a while to get the way I wanted, I went back and forth a lot but ultimately landed here. Hope you enjoy and more to come!
Warnings: All my fics are 18+, despite content. Light angst, arguments, cursing, drinking, fighting.
Words: 3k
The Bear Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @quixscentsposts @dadbodfanatic-x (Let me know if you’d like to be added!)
Previous Fic: Bad Day
As you opened the door to your apartment, it took you a minute to realize that you weren’t alone. The bag of takeout you had grabbed on your way home was placed on the entryway table and what would normally startle someone, made you chuckle. Carmy was standing at your kitchen stove, multiple pans on the burners, towel tucked in the back strap of the apron as he focused intently on the food cooking in front of him.
“Honey, I’m home!” You teased him with sarcasm in your voice as you replaced the takeout bag with your wallet and keys and made your way to the kitchen island bar counter that separated your kitchen and living room. Carmy scoffed out a laugh and shook his head as he tossed the food in one of the pans with little effort.
As you entered the kitchen, which despite it only being manned by one person was in chaos, you dared to journey over to the fridge. You knew how Carmy tended to ebb and flow in the kitchen so you tried your luck. You made your way unscathed, still needing to call out the kitchen terms Carmy begged you to use. Corner and Behind were all that were expected out of you and after that one time you almost ended up with grease burn on your dominant hand, you obliged. Now, the chilled bottle of wine you had adventured for was in your hand with a glass from the cabinet, before you retreated to the safe space that was the bar stools, you grabbed the water pitcher from the top shelf of the fridge and refilled Carmy’s plastic takeout container that he was using as a drinking glass.
“Missed you at the restaurant today.” You spoke as you made your way to the stools and poured a good amount of wine into your glass.
“Didn’t know you were gonna be stopping by.” Carmy’s attention wasn’t on conversation or you right now, he was monotone in his reply which clued you in to his mind being elsewhere.
“Apparently that’s a theme of ours.” You made sure the comment was mumbled, and with the exhaust fan going and the fact you made the comment into your wine glass, Carmy didn’t hear you. “Yea, just for a bit, a girl’s gotta eat.”
“You do realize that the kitchen is closed since we’re under renovations.” Carmy spoke, still not even looking at you.
You took the opportunity to grab a takeout container from the bag as well as chopsticks and start munching on something as you waited for whatever Carmy was cooking up to be ready. Restaurants serve appetizers for a reason right?
“Yea but,” you paused as you took a bite from the food that always tasted better from the paperboard than served on a plate, “everyone at the restaurant loves me and wants me to be happy and fed.”
Carmy shook his head, annoyance in his tone now. “You can’t get Syd to make you a sandwich every time you come in.”
“Actually it was the electrician. PB&J.” You corrected him, leaning your head back and dangling the chopsticks over your mouth to drop the piece of food into your mouth.
Carmy didn’t say anything, so you spoke up again.
“So, how was your day?” Your inflection rose to insinuate that you were getting tired of trying to pull words out of him as you replaced your chopsticks with your glass of wine.
“Fine.” He said quickly.
You knew Carmy could multitask in the kitchen. There had been multiple times you’ve seen him do it at The Beef since coming back but even more during all the times you were at his place while he cooked or scenarios like the one right now where he took over your kitchen.
You never minded, you spent more of your time eating at The Beef or out than turning the burners on your own stove so Carmy coming over and dusting them off for you was always welcomed and appreciated. It’s why he had a key, amongst other reasons, the main one he was your best friend and emergency contact so it just seemed right.
But all that is why you knew he was being avoidant right now.
“What’d you do?” You inquired for more details, taking the time to pick through the paperboard container as you waited for an answer.
“Stuff.” Again, he replied hurriedly.
“Syd gave me a paprika prawn to try today.” That sentence had more hope than the others, you thought you’d get something out of him with that one.
“Nice.” He was now looking in the grocery bags he must have brought with him and pulling out something to add to his pan.
You let him be for a few more seconds, thinking he deserved a few moments of peace before you shook him with your next statement, one you knew would get his attention.
“I got arrested last night.”
You thought you’d hear utensils drop, the stove click off, maybe even a pan hit the ground in an overdramatic display but the only thing you heard was the sound of Carmy’s towel slapping the back of his green pullover as he turned to look at you and rested the towel over his shoulder.
“What?” The end of that word felt sharp, the emotion that filled his face at least left you with some type of a response rather than none.
“Yup.” You met him with a one worded answer just to be petty.
“What?” He spoke, now with more confusion in his voice as he stepped towards you. His brows meeting together, his face scrunching up as his brain searched for an answer.
“Simple Assault.” Another short reply from you.
“There’s nothing simple about assault.” Carmy’s anger started to show. “What the fuck, who the fuck are you assaulting.”
“They call it that, not me. Although it was pretty simple, he harassed me so I pushed his head into a plate of french toast.” You finished talking but only let a second pass before speaking up again. “Actually it was a french toast waffle, strawberry rhubarb flavored too, but that kind of complicates the whole simple part of it.”
You went straight from a petty short reply to petty over-explaining.
“So you assaulted some guy and then spent the night in the drunk tank?” He questioned.
“Wasn’t drunk.” Back to the pettiness of a short reply, just for the thrill of it all. “Richie bailed me out.”
“Um,” Carmy thought for a second, his eyes closed as his brain racked around that statement. “Richie bailed you out?” Carmy’s face fell into a frown as he brought his hand through his oily hair. “Richie bailed you out?” He was now looking at you as he repeated himself. “You–you called Richie?”
“It’s not a big deal, Bear.” You shifted from pettiness to uneasiness as you saw his response, opting to use his nickname to try and ease into this conversation.
“Why didn’t you call me?” He asked more sincerity in his voice now.
You thought about how to answer this. Logically, Richie owed you one, you bailed him out once it was time he repaid the favor. You also knew, a part of you wanted to call Richie.
Truthfully, you felt like Richie was the only person you could rely on lately, but you knew those words would have gutted Carmy.
“Richie owed me one.” You said defaulting back to the logical response.
Carmy was reminded back to the story that started this whole thing with Richie and you. “You slept with him again.” His tone immediately changed. What you thought would be pointed and another argument was interchanged with a smile and wait, was that a little humor? In his tone?
“And you weren’t drunk?” He turned around back to the stove as he finished up whatever he was cooking.
You knew he was just being a jerk and teasing you, but if he was going to do this instead of getting mad you’d take it.
“You know, I didn’t think it was going to be but ot’s been weird since. I don’t–” You started to talk to Carmy as you laid back in the stool.
“No.” Carmy took a bite of what was in the pan. “No, we’re not doing this.”
“Doing what?” You asked as your eyebrows moved in confusion.
“Talking about Richie.” He was starting to plate the food. “And especially you and Richie.”
“You sure you mean talking about Richie and not just talking?” You rolled your eyes.
“To be sure I’m covered, let's just say talking as a whole.” He turned around and placed the plates on his side of the kitchen island.
“All I’m saying is he’s been acting weird since it happened.” You said ignoring his request.
“Alright, we’re doing this.” Carmy’s face was focused. “Look, he likes you, okay?” Carmy began garnishing the plates.
“Likes me? Richie doesn’t like m–”
Carmy cut you off. “Nope. Not doing this. I’m sticking to what I said no more talking.”
You lifted your hands in surrender and leaned forward to look at the plates he was about to serve.
“So, as much as I love when you come over and cook, I’d love to know what’s with the spontaneity. I wouldn’t have bought take-out if I knew you were gonna be here.” You changed the topic and grabbed a fork from Carmy’s hand.
“Boneless Pork Ribs with a Cherry Pepper Glaze.” He said watching you grab the plate to eat them.
“It’s a play on the cherry pepper spare ribs from Elina’s, right?” You asked as you looked down at the plate.
Carmy nodded, if you blinked you would have missed it, but he was clearly just eager for you to try it. You took a bite, you let it linger in your mouth for a minute before chewing and letting the flavors melt and dance around your tongue. It was good, but in comparison to the dish you had just mentioned to Carmy, it was missing something.
“Takeout’s better.” You were expecting him to say something back to you but when you looked up you were just met with his stare.
“More detail please?”
The smallest smile grew on your face. “You know, I just don’t think you put enough love into it.”
“I’m being fuckin’ serious.” His face hardened.
“So am I.” You leaned back in the stool and kicked your feet up on the counter and shrugged. “It’s just missing something. Probably Sydney if I’m being honest.”
“I have something to tell you.” Carmy quickly changed the topic.
“I thought you didn’t want to do any talking.” You mocked him, eyes closed as you relaxed.
“I saw Claire at the grocery store.”
The speediness in your reaction was unmatched, your feet were off the table and your face got serious as you looked at your best friend.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I was in the freezer section and she was just there.” He was starting to get worked up, the anxiety of it all catching up to him.
“First of all, what the fuck were you doing in the freezer section?” You shook your head and squinted your eyes as Carmy turned to the freezer and grabbed a box to show you.
“Strawberry eclairs and veal stock but mainly the strawberry eclairs.” His grip was tight on the box, a sign of the stress he was feeling.
“Strawberry eclairs.” Your bottom lip protruded as you felt the sweetness behind the gesture, a memory from your childhood.
“Also, just because I’m a chef doesn’t mean I don’t eat tv dinners.” Despite the anxiety, his attitude was back and in full swing.
“I thought I told you to stick to the frozen pizzas over the tv dinners.” It was pointless to argue about but you were buying time before talking about the big elephant in the room.
“You know, both of those require me to be in the frozen food aisle which was what your question was in the first place.” He said, raising his voice since you had just raised yours a bit.
“When were you going to tell me you were seeing Claire?” You asked, meeting his attitude with your own.
“I’m not seeing her, I saw her once. Today. For the first time in years.” He corrected you, clearly confused by the situation himself.
“I don’t know what you want me to do with that.” You shook your head and stood up now, grabbing the bottle of wine and pouring the remaining of it into your glass before moving to your recycling bin to toss the bottle.
“Talk to me about it, I don’t know!” He yelled following you around the kitchen.
“What do you want, Carmy?” You turned around so you were face to face with him, your voice soft now.
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t like it.” You said staring at him now.
“I don’t like you and Richie.” Carmy said back, not in a way that was condescending or trying to rebuttal you but just a simple statement and it offered you a different perspective.
You both felt the same way. It made you try and think differently about it all, taking into perspective maybe how Carmy viewed you and Richie wasn’t how you did. There were things between you and Richie that no one but you two knew. Conversations, moments, big fucking moments. And you weren’t just talking about when he bailed you out. Mikey’s funeral, you spent every moment next to him practically. Coming home, the way he welcomed you back. Your ex walking into The Beef, he protected you and then respected that you didn’t want to talk about it. Then, there was the stuff in between. The comments, the support, feeding you, finding things that reminded him of you, and of course, bailing you out. All of that had to make you think maybe there was that type of thing happening with Carmy and Claire.
Claire was a sweet girl, popular, but sweet. Maybe there was a morsel of jealousy there back in high school. Not because you liked Carmy in that way, but because she had been given the Berzatto nickname simply because it rhymed. Another part of that jealousy was, the Berzatto kids saved you. The chaotic, crazy, and extremely mentally unstable household saved your life and you held every one of the Bear’s close and responsible for that, even the ones who were mentally fucked themselves. But that was years ago. Your real issue wasn’t really with Claire at all, but more with Carmy and his ability to balance things. He never held any friendships, yours was intact because you got it, you understood him. Even when things were bad, you fucking understood. You let a lot of shit slide and maybe that was your fault but remembering back to your high school days, the panic attacks and stress Carmy went through over school, over home, over Claire. It made all your thoughts come to a halt as you spoke up.
“I don’t want you getting fucking hurt.” You said, shaking your head from your thoughts. There was way more to it, but part of that perspective you had, made you realize none of it mattered. You just had to say your piece and live with whatever was to come. You were going to continue whatever this was with Richie, despite what Carmy said, and you had to believe he was going to do the same.
Carmy just shook his head at your reply as his eyebrows raised. He didn’t need to say anything, his face said it all. He was telling you that he didn’t want you getting hurt either. There was nothing more to say or do with that. I mean sure, argue about how you care about each other? But what good would that do if ultimately you were both going to do whatever you wanted. Since you were best friends, you’d both have to deal with the fallout of those consequences, despite knowing, and on top of living with it you’d both never hit the other with an ‘I told you so’, because that’s what best friends did.
“You really fucking suck.” You rolled your eyes and brought the filled glass to your mouth, chugging about half of it down.
Carmy grabbed two strawberry eclairs from the freezer, handing one to you before peeling back the wrapper on his own. The silence grew between you two as you stood in the kitchen leaning against the two cabinets on opposite sides of the stove.
“Syd really gave you the prawn to try?” He asked, bringing the ice cream to his mouth after his last word.
You scoffed at how Carmy changed the subject. You knew the prawn comment would stick in his head and eat him alive to ask you about.
“Yea she did, after she asked for you a million times.”
“How was it?” He asked, staring down at the ice cream that now had a bite out of it missing.
“Needs work.” You pulled your own ice cream away from your mouth, looking down at it before looking over at Carmy. “It's your recipe she followed isn’t it?”
You knew immediately, it’s why he was asking. Your concern was why he wasn’t at the restaurant with Sydney trying it himself but again, consequences of his own actions. “You know that cherry glaze would be really good on it.” You pointed to your plate of pork ribs, knowing the cherry glaze was her idea.
Carmy pushed off the counter and grabbed one of the takeout containers and made his way to the couch, knowing you were right about the dish. A smile grew on your face as he yelled out to you.
“You really fucking suck.”
#the bear#the bear fx#carmy berzatto#Carmy Berzatto x Platonic!Reader#carmy berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto#The Bear Fanfiction#garbinge#garbinge the bear universe
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what about the first actual date with flatmate!matty after you guys got together? is it sweet? loads of nerves??
(also nobody asked but my coffee machine jammed and im p angry rn)
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(i am so sorry about the coffee machine. frankly if mine broke i would break too)
the first actual date is SO SWEET. regardless of the fact you guys are Confirmed In Love and you've essentially been going on dates for years already at this point, matty is so so nervous to actually ask you to go on one with him; i think he asks you the day after condom-gate, while you're both making dinner, like gets all bashful and just blurts out "heydoyouwanttogoonadatewithmetomorrow". and you're like "hmm?" and matty takes a deep breath and says "do you want to go on a date with me tomorrow? i was thinking we could go for brunch at that cafe. the one with the pancakes. i know they're your favourite", and you just grin and kiss him softly (he goes all gooey and blushy) and say "i would love to go on a date with you tomorrow. thank you for asking" and then you guys make out for a minute before you're interrupted by the pasta boiling over and making a mess lmao. and i think you definitely turn the flirting up a little bit that evening, just because you find it so cute how flustered matty is about this little date - after dinner and some snuggling, you announce that you're "gonna have a shower, and i might be in there for some time". and matty immediately goes "baby, you don't need to get yourself off in the shower anymore, you have me ;))", to which you giggle but roll your eyes and say "nooooooo, i'm going for an Everything Shower. what if i get lucky on my date tomorrow? i need to be prepared" and wink and walk off to the bathroom, leaving matty blushing and grinning to himself like the little lovesick fool he is.
you guys get ready separately the next morning (that is, after you've spent like an hour making out and grinding in matty's bed, which you're now sleeping in) to make the date seem more official, and you both wear like slightly nicer versions of casual outfits and make sure your hair looks presentable - you're making an effort! and when you're ready, you meet matty in the hallway; he immediately tells you you look beautiful and presents you with flowers (you have absolutely no idea how or when he got them, but you don't question it, you just appreciate), you return the compliment (he blushes again) and then you're on your way. it's so lovely walking hand-in-hand with your boyfriend (!!), talking about anything and everything, and that continues in the cafe too. you both get pancakes, but different toppings, and when matty asks you if yours are nice you literally feed him a little bit from your fork, which makes you both giggle stupidly. there's even a teeny bit of pda - you get a bit of chocolate on your lip, and after matty points it out he leans over and quickly kisses it off, which makes YOU blush this time and makes him grin. matty pays - he's like "chivalry is alive and kicking and i need to do my bit. sorry babe but i literally will not argue with you on this", and you sigh and say "well, i'll get the bill next time then", and matty makes a silly little joke like "fuck yeah i'm getting a second date", to which you're like "oh, you're getting far more than just one other date. you're stuck with me now, healy", and matty honest to god nearly cries before you exchange i love you's and have another sneaky little kiss. then he's all funny like "can i walk you home?", and you're like "i mean yes but we do need to go to tesco first, darlin', we're out of milk lol". but even that ends up being romantic - you pick out ingredients for a nice meal and get a good bottle of wine, and the date continues that night in the flat, with a romantic dinner/movie night under a pillow fort in the living room. and then yeah, because it's you two and you have a lot of catching up to do, you end up "making love" (matty's words, not yours) in said pillow fort - matty's like "not to be dramatic but this is the best day of my life like do you know how long i've wanted to not only take you on a date but also have sex with you in a fort like this", and you're like "well thank god i had that shower last night and shaved lol", and then it's just a lot of giggling and more sexy stuff happening before you go to sleep in each other's arms <3
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The Boys Trying to Seduce You (pt. 1 probably. Kaeya and Zhongli)
An: sorry for sort of dying on you guys, burnt out of Genshin :( but here you go, have some Kaeya and Zhongli trying to seduce you head canons. And they're actually head canons this time, yay! I think I've used all the Kaeya and Zhongli gifs now tho lol
Tw: no. They're actually going about taking you in a somewhat normal way, if not manipulative and exploiting.
Kaeya:
SO DAMN NATURALLY SEDUCTIVE!!
Kaeya would totally start off with his darling as a charmer then move to being more coquettish. Starting by being so sweet and charming you can't help but feel drawn to him, then spontaneously ignoring you and being cold. See through the act too late? You'll end up as one of Kaeya's toys, completely wrapped around his finger even though you see his manipulation. And trust me, you aren't the first, or the last.
If you can see that the coldness is an act early on and ignore him, he'll do everything he can to get your attention and if he does have it, well… he will practically malfunction.
Kaeya was abandoned as a child, he secretly craves the love and attention he was derived from early on. This will cause him to crash hard when you first ignore him as long as it looks natural or said darling seems too innocent to intentionally do this. He's downed at least two whole bottles of dandelion wine in his bedroom, crying into a pillow and mind racing about what he did wrong. The clothes, the vaguely seductive way he speaks, it's all to get attention, honestly, boi just needs a hug.
Placed with another coquette, whoever is truly less needy for connection and affection will win. Which, if you don't have abandonment and separation issues like he does, you're guaranteed to win.
That one is one the more interesting routes where you basically give Kaeya a taste of his own medicine and get him chasing after you, desperate for just a taste.
Zhongli
HE WOULD BE SO HOT WHEN HE SEDUCES!!!!!
His normal yandere type is this dominant obsessive figure who will tries to woo his darling before trying violence.
Definitely a rake.
This means that he's the type who will do anything and everything to have his darling. He will never stop pursuing his love, it's just what he deserves. Of his years ruling and living among the people of liyue, he's probably figured out how human courting rituals work. In the way he sees it, he has to turn those rituals up to ten because as an archon, he's expected to be a better lover than anyone else, his people literally write books about it.
This gorgeous man can and will move mountains for you. He'll create conflicts in his darling's life, just to prove himself. He loves the chase, loves when his little human derives him of his prize. He treats love as though it's some grand battle field. There's no difference except for the fact that hearts are on the line instead of lives. Do be wary though, for he's never lost a battle.
He gives you things randomly, you'll be out working then suddenly, a messenger will appear holding a present for you. It's always something that he knows you would like, or that you currently need. One time while you were working late, he brought you a whole food tray, complete with your choice of drink and hot dessert.
Will love and chase you relentlessly, never letting up. Soon enough, you'll either be so flattered that you'll have to take him as a lover, or the world around you will make you assume that role.
Zhongli is what your friends think is the epitome of desirability. He's renowned for his extensive knowledge in anything there is to know about. As long as they haven't had to pay for him before, they'll think he's a man of immense wealth, most likely from old money, just from how he shops. He has a fashion sense and practically made red eyeliner trendy in Liyue. (Ngl, as someone with Chinese descent who does look like it, red eyeliner is subtle yet looks fantastic on me, thank you for the idea mister Zhongli.) You should stop trying to play coy and let him love you, there's so much more in it for you than him.
Your friends will either provide more conflict from jealousy or try to push you two closer together. Zhongli's reputation proceeds him as an untouchable bachelor, if you have the chance, you must snag him.
At this point, you're practically his. If you somehow are completely not into him (ex. Only into women even though he would totally shapeshift into a women for his darling, even adopt feminine traits if you wanted him to) you'd still end up dating him to protect your reputation. Rumours would fly around the city on how you rejected Zhongli due to various most likely slanderous reasons. You're pinning over a Fatui who had to leave due to duty, you are pushing everyone in your life away due to something scandalous happening in the past, you killed your last lover and know you wouldn't get away with it with Zhongli. They'll keep escalating even from there until you accept. Enjoy a life where you are pampered, given every thing you can verbalize want for, are expected to give this clingy ass dragon man cuddles and affection every moment you see each other I guess, wish I could be you.
#chill pill's yandere haven#yandere genshin impact#yandere genshin x reader#chillpillchats#yandere#gn reader#male yandere#yandere zhongli#genshin zhongli#zhongli#yandere kaeya#kaeya alberich#kaeya x gender neutral reader#genshin impact kaeya#gi kaeya
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Ok so I'm sorry this is gruesome (and you can totally ignore this ask if it's too gross) but how exactly does Corin make the blood wine lol and where does the blood come from? Obviously humans but do they round up humans or do people volunteer or what. Is it just wine with blood mixed in? I'm so intrigued but have so many questions (and kinda grossed out myself lol)
• — 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝟏𝟎𝟏
Avert thine eyes if you are squamish about blood dear friends, for me and Corin are about to introduce you all to the wondrous world of brewing BloodWine. For those of you who do not know, Corin likes to cook and vampires can drink alcohol in my worldbuilding.
Brewing Vampiric Libations is almost a ritualistic practice, inspired by various traditions and cultures. In truth the beverage is fresh blood imbued with high percentages of alcohol and poisons. The concoction is positively dangerous for mortals and will prove to be fatal in any other hands than mortal ones. Corin loves to experiment with various plants, flowers and herbs from the gardens to create different flavours and effects for the infamous Volturi Vintage.
She starts off as any mortal would, fermenting all sorts of grains, fruits and vegetables all year around. Often mixing in more potent plants and less desirable ingredients in order to make the alcoholic base as strong as possible. The result is always some sort of spirit so distillation is a must.
Corin only makes BloodWine on days when The Volturi feed because she needs fresh blood. She alerts Heidi to bring a couple of extra humans and they will be separated from the rest of the tour group to be drained in a different manner. When all their blood is harvested she will mix the two liquids together, always experimenting about how many parts blood and alcohol she can combine.
In her personal kitchen Corin has invented storage units that always keeps the BloodWine fresh and ready for consumption at 6-10°C through out the year.
Fun fact; Once a year the secretary will donate a good amount of blood to create a special bottle of BloodWine. It is an internal joke that most others find quite morbid, but The Volturi and the secretary finds it amusing all the same.
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Deja Vu
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader
Summary: Spencer’s new relationship seems a little too familiar
Word Count: 3.2k
Includes: mentions and consumption of food and alcohol, breakups, fluffy flashbacks
Category: Angst/Hurt
A/N: This is for @wifenumberfour’s 700 follower celebration- Congratulations Luna!! I’m sorry this is late ♥️
A/N 2: Special shout out to @ssa-m-187 for helping me get out of my head and brainstorming with me on a whim 💕 ily and if it wasn’t for you this would most definitely still be half written lol
You know you shouldn’t do it.
You know looking up her profile will cause more harm than good, that the bitter taste on your tongue will leave permanent residue when you see the pictures with your own eyes.
You know, but that doesn’t stop you.
It’s been an hour since Penelope left, an hour since the two of you shared a bottle of wine and she let it slip that Spencer was seeing someone else. That said someone looked just like you and for a minute she thought you were back together when the picture popped up on her feed.
You hate yourself for thinking it, but you wish that was the reality.
But instead, you’re here. Sitting on the couch and tapping your fingers against the back of your phone. Pros and cons running through your brain every time your fingers dare to unlock it.
Pro: You’ll finally have the peace of mind you’ve been looking for.
Con: Yeah for two seconds, you’re practically opening the door for him to permanently move into your brain.
Phone unlocked, you open the app, hesitating for one final moment as another internal struggle wages war in your thoughts.
Pro: You’ll get to see his face.
Con: You’ll get to see his face… with someone that isn’t you.
Shaking your head, you type her name into the search bar and click on the first profile that pops up.
And there, clear as day, was Spencer.
Your Spencer, with his arms wrapped around another woman, the smile on his face as bright as it was the day you met him.
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Four Years Earlier:
You waited outside Penelope’s door, your hand shaking from the nerves coursing through your veins as you waited for her to let you in.
It had taken months of convincing on her end, months of her sending you texts ranging from ‘Remember that guy Spencer from my job? He read that book you told me about last night!! Maybe you guys can meet up to talk about it?’ to ‘Spencer’s wearing a purple shirt today- you would LOVE IT!!! Too bad you won’t meet him ):’
And finally, you were here. Outside your best friend’s door with a mere panel of wood separating you from the man she proclaimed was ‘the love of your life’.
Meeting him was a rush. For months, you had heard time and time again that the Dr. Spencer Reid doesn’t shake hands. You had recited it in your brain for hours before meeting him, all too focused on getting this right- for Penelope’s sake, you convinced yourself.
But then you saw his face up close- golden brown eyes met yours, and all semblance of thought flew out the window.
And thus, mistake number one was made.
You held out your hand.
To this day, you still couldn’t describe what happened accurately. You were sputtering apologies, rambling on and on about how Penelope had warned you but you still messed up, Spencer was reciting facts about how it was safer to kiss than shake hands, Derek was physically face palming himself in the corner of the room, and Penelope was watching on in amusement.
And then, as though your mouth developed a mind of its own, you were yelling over the noise that maybe the two of you could revisit his offer to kiss at the end of the night.
It was at that moment you realized exactly what people meant when they said the room was quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
Hello there, mistake number two.
You swore the world stopped on its axis as you willed yourself to be absolutely anywhere but there, but then the unthinkable happened- Spencer nodded, his face sporting the brightest smile you had ever seen.
And suddenly life was restored to the room, a portrait turned into a film once more. Penelope was laughing, Derek was smiling, and you and Spencer?
Your eyes were locked as though you were each other’s sole reason for existing.
When you look back on that night, you think of how easy it was. How easy it was to get lost in conversation with him, the topic of choice ranging between the number of miles between the earth and the moon (238,900) to the proper way to eat an Oreo- center first or all together at once (this one was still up for debate). How easy it was to give him your number at the end of the night, to slip your hand in his the upcoming afternoon while you walked through the park.
How easy it was to fall for him.
Turns out, Penelope was right. Spencer was the love of your life.
But apparently you weren’t his.
***
Present Day:
Fingers shaking, you scrolled to the next post gracing her profile. And for the second time that night, you couldn’t believe your eyes.
There he was again- in your spot.
The spot you introduced him to, the spot you promised each other forever in.
The spot you had been avoiding for four and a half months now.
Apparently, Spencer didn’t have that problem.
His eyes were wide with wonder as he held the menu in the first photo, and you couldn’t help but scoff. You know damn well he has that menu memorized front to back.
But the second photo.
The second photo is the one that caused your heart to physically skip a beat.
Because not only was he in your spot, but he was in your booth, eating your favorite sundae.
Unbelievable.
***
Two Years Earlier:
“Babe, I know you’re tired, but I promise you’re gonna like this surprise” you nudged Spencer’s arm for what felt like the thousandth time, groaning in annoyance when he shifted the pillow over his face once more. It was 3 PM on a Sunday, and you were desperate to get out and enjoy the rest of the day, but Spencer was all too ready to sleep until dawn.
That’s what he gets for getting a little too invested in this year’s U.S. Chess Championship coverage at midnight.
“Alright,” you switched tactics, sighing dramatically as you rose from the bed and made your way to the shoe rack, “I’ll just see if Penelope wants to go with me to try a donut sundae”.
And just like that, the pillow slowly inched from his face, one eye peeking open to look in your direction. “A donut sundae?”
Got him.
“Yup! My friend from work told me about this really cool place yesterday, but you don’t have to come if you’re tired, babe,” you finished sliding your shoes on, and like clockwork, Spencer rose and followed suit.
“You knew I’d get up for that, didn’t you?” he asked, squeezing your hand as you made your way to the car.
“Mm that’s for me to know and you to never find out, Dr. Reid,” you turned until your toes faced each other, beckoning his lips towards yours. The kiss was filled to the brim with tenderness, unspoken words of love and devotion dancing on your tongues as you got lost in each other.
And in that moment, you found yourself thanking the stars above for blessing you with Spencer Reid, making a silent promise to the universe that you’d never let go of him, so long as he’d have you.
Apparently, he’d have you a year and seven months longer to the day, but you didn’t know that back then.
Back then, you only knew that his eyes sparkled with all the love in the world whenever he looked at you.
The entire time you were in line for a sundae excitement was radiating off your features, your eyes scanned the menu as though it held the secrets to the universe and your hands rotated from swinging with his to taking photos of the two of you with your phone.
And through it all, Spencer only had eyes for you.
He didn’t even try to hide it, letting his eyes follow your every movement as you teasingly stuck your tongue out in response.
“I love you,” he shrugged, “why not let everyone know?”
You ate your sundaes over not-so-stolen glances and whispered words, occasionally lifting your spoon to give him a bite of yours and vice versa.
On one ill-timed bite Spencer’s spoon hit the corner of your lips and left a spattering of whipped cream in its wake. But before you even had the chance to lift a napkin, his lips were on yours, kissing away the mess as your eyes fluttered shut.
He pulled away in a rush, a crimson blush gracing his cheeks as he brought a hand to the back of his neck. “You know”, he murmured, “I’m gonna marry you one day, Y/N”.
“I’ll meet you at the altar, Spencer Reid,” his face lit up with the glimmer of a thousand sparklers, the smiles on both your faces a silent promise of forever.
That night, you went to sleep dreaming of wedding rings and happily ever after’s.
How could something so right go wrong so fast?
***
Present Day:
With each passing second you know you should stop looking. But you’re already in too deep. Each band-aid you had cautiously placed over your heart in the months since the break-up was tearing loose, revealing a Spencer shaped hole you had tried so hard to cover up.
Easier said than done.
You clicked the next post, a video this time, and with it your heart skipped a beat, sadness slowly making way for anger.
Spencer was in the tie you bought him for his birthday a few years back and Uptown Girl by Billy Joel was playing in the background, his arms wrapped around her while they spun in circles. She was looking at him like he was the brightest star in the sky, and Spencer’s eyes were focused on the camera, a wide grin on his face.
You could almost stomach the video, but the caption?
Well, the caption alone was reason for your head to spin: ‘I have never wanted anything more than this’ -Spencer, five minutes ago’.
Funny. That’s the same thing he told you.
***
One Year Ago:
For the first time in weeks, you and Spencer had a rare weekend to yourselves. No work, no plans with friends, no last-minute visits to see family- just you, Spencer, and a date with your couch.
And considering the frost that settled over your apartment recently, it was well needed.
Once, your apartment was your oasis. It was where you and Spencer could get lost in one another’s eyes, not a care in the world for anything but each other. Days were filled with Doctor Who marathons; nights were filled with shower karaoke sessions.
It was bliss.
But lately, cracks were beginning to form in the perfect picture you had painted together. Case after case kept popping up across the country, and suddenly seeing your boyfriend had turned into a monthly treat rather than a weekly luxury.
You were used to him being away, but this? This was testing your patience.
Nowadays, seeing him mainly came in the form of pictures.
The team had sensed the tension, and Derek, ever the number two cheerleader of your relationship (first place would always have Penelope’s name written in gold), had taken to sending you photos of Spencer while they were gone.
Soon enough, your photo album consisted of Spencer clutching your jacket to his chest while he slept, be it in the hotel or on the jet.
Every time you got one of those photos, you’d clutch his jacket that much closer to you.
But this weekend was the first step to fixing the distance, you were sure of it.
Suddenly, you were back to the Spencer and Y/N show: mornings were spent dancing to Billy Joel in the kitchen, afternoons were spent continuing your long-forgotten Doctor Who marathon, and nights were filled with getting lost in each other and competing for first place in your beloved shower karaoke sessions.
“I’ve never wanted anything more than this,” he whispered as you laid in bed that night.
It was like the good days were in reach again.
But then, the following weekend came.
And Spencer was gone on another case, this one anticipated to last six days with another lined up right after it.
You didn’t know how much more you could take.
Once, you had told Spencer that you thought of him every time you listened to Piano Man by Billy Joel. You weren’t sure why, but every time you missed him it was a go to simply for the feelings of nostalgia it stirred within you.
It was like your brain was ahead of your heart in knowing that all of this, all the love, stolen kisses, and tales of happily ever after would be nothing but a memory one day.
***
Present Day:
You were done. Fully, wholeheartedly done, ready to throw in the towel and go to bed, done.
But one last refresh wouldn’t hurt.
And just like that, a final picture of Spencer graced your screen.
The jury was still out on whether that was a blessing or a curse.
It was posted a mere 23 minutes ago; Spencer was lounging on the couch staring straight ahead with a slight smile, and her feet were resting in his lap.
What really caught your eye though, was the shirt he was wearing.
How could it not? You were wearing the very same one.
You groaned in frustration, throwing your phone onto the couch and, unbeknownst to you, setting off a chain reaction when it landed at just the right angle and clicked the like button.
But alas, you had no clue, and your phone was left on the couch as you went straight into your bedroom to change your shirt.
Or stare at the closet blankly for a few minutes- the jury was still out on that one, too.
***
Five Months Ago:
Spencer took some time off. He told Hotch he needed a few days to clear his head, but really, he needed a few days to fix his heart.
You both needed this. When you saw Spencer, you saw the love of your life. You saw the man you wanted to grow old with, the man who made your entire world slow with a smile.
So, you took off for a weekend getaway. A cabin fit for two, the business of the world left at the door in favor of the warmth of each other.
When you ventured into town, you’d come back with little knickknacks from the market, your favorites consisting of ridiculous matching ‘honeymooner’ shirts and new plates for your kitchen.
It was silly but picking them out together was all the proof you needed that everything would be okay.
That one day, you and Spencer really would get married, that you’d spend your nights eating dinner on plates from a farmer’s market in Virginia, wearing matching tee shirts and looking as in love as you did the day you met him.
The love you had for him was beaming as bright as ever.
But not even all the love in the world could fix the distance that had settled between the two of you.
You knew it was the last thing you should have mentioned on a romantic getaway, but you couldn’t keep it in anymore.
It was getting harder and harder. Not only were the cases getting longer, but they were getting scarier.
You had always known there was a chance he wouldn’t come home from a case.
But, with each passing day it was becoming more and more of a reality.
Because not only were the cases getting harder, but your boyfriend was becoming reckless: a terrifying combination.
So, you told him to be more careful.
And as much as he wanted to fix this, he wasn’t willing to admit to his wrongdoings.
One thing turned into another, and before you knew it words of love had turned into words of shame- words meant to burn, words meant to tear each other down when all you wanted to do was build each other up.
But what you wanted wasn’t enough anymore.
And just like that, your future was set in stone.
He always promised you that nothing would come above you.
A promise that was easier to say than keep, so it seems.
***
Present Day, Spencer’s Apartment:
“Spencer, do you know anyone named Y/N?” He swore his heart stopped when her question rang out in the otherwise silent room.
“No, I don’t,” his voice came out in a murmur, his brain spinning a hundred miles an hour while his chest ached with the strength of a thousand bolts.
“Someone named Y/N just liked my picture, but I don’t even know her,” she continued on like he hadn’t spoken, “isn’t that weird?”
“So weird,” his affirmation was all she wanted, apparently, and with it came the return of the silence he so desperately craved.
At least when it was silent he could pretend it was you sitting next to him instead.
It was never supposed to get this far.
When he ran into her at the coffee shop and she asked him to sit with her, he said yes to drown out the noise in his head.
Day in and day out he lived in a sea of regrets, and all he wanted to do was apologize for everything. To let you know that you were and will forever be the most important person in his life, to prove it by giving you the engagement ring he’d been carrying in his satchel for a year and a half.
But then coffee turned into a movie date and he never got the chance.
She wasn’t supposed to be something. She was supposed to be a distraction.
But somewhere along the way he got it mixed up.
Now, the person who was supposed to serve as his distraction had become his outlet to feel something again, a means of chasing even a sliver of the happiness he felt with you by his side.
And with false happiness came a relationship founded in lies.
Words he said to her were eerily similar to words he said to you, but it was all he could do to mirror your love.
And then he realized he should at least try and move on.
So, he did.
He took her to the same places, went so far as sitting in the same booth or listening to the same music, to try and replace his best memories with even better ones. If he was able to find love and happiness in these moments the first time around, surely, he’d be able to the second time, too.
But nothing compared to his time with you.
It was a fact he resigned himself to live with, all too comfortable mentally living in the past while physically moving forward.
He wondered where you were- if you were happy.
He hoped at the very least you were happier than him.
After all, he was the one stuck living in a constant state of déjà vu.
***
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in the stars - chapter 3
photo credit - unknown
pairing - aaron hotchner x reader
warnings - canon-typical criminal minds violence, stalking, depictions of murder/violence, angst, verbal fighting, drinking, unhealthy coping mechanisms, smoking (cigarettes)
summary - “If you’re upset over how I ended our relationship, that is completely separate from the dealings of the case and I expect you to be able to conduct yourself appropriately.” Aaron said and you thought this was what ‘seeing red’ meant
a/n - hi besties! im so sorry this update took so long! i really wanted to make it perfect and was struggling with putting this together. to make it up this chapter is a whopping 5.9k words so uh enjoy lol!
masterlist // series masterlist // read it on ao3
chapter 2 // chapter 4
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You had to physically stop yourself- gripping the desk chair beside you so hard your knuckles turned white- from following Aaron out the office door and demanding he make sense of the whole good cop- ha!- bad cop show he’d been putting on since the two of you had been horribly reunited outside of the police station.
This had been the second instance of him implying or accusing you of somehow worsening the case. And he hadn’t even been in LA for over 24hrs. It wasn’t fair, you thought, angrily grumbling to yourself about all the different ways you’d love to give him a piece of your mind. If he’d been a regular man, that you’d never met before, you probably wouldn’t consider his current behavior to be so- out of pocket? disgraceful? insulting?- offensive. You knew he had a reputation for being...,a hardass on the job, but that didn’t mean he had to go overboard in his treatment towards you. Maybe he wasn’t going overboard, maybe this was just how he treated every- you weren’t sure exactly how to define yourself in the case- witness? Maybe this is just what his team expected in terms of his behavior towards people he didn’t know.
But he did know you, he knew you quite well. He knew you well enough to know you’d never purposely attempt to slow the case down. Even without his fancy profiler skills, you were certain Aaron Hotchner knew every little thing about you. Or at least he used to.
And while Aaron may know everything there was to know about you, you were beginning to doubt if you actually knew anything about him. As expected, over the past two months the case had been taking an extreme toll on you; constantly looking over your shoulder and worrying that someone was lurking behind every corner. What made it worse, was that it was yet another situation that required you to keep a secret. You ‘had’ the officers at the station and your agent, but besides them you were dealing with this completely on your own. Making the situation about yourself felt wrong, but you couldn’t even begin to explain how hurt you felt at Aaron's accusations that you were somehow more part of the problem than you were a victim. Yes, you hadn’t gone up to him and explicitly told him how badly you were hurting, but it’s not like it took a genius- or a profiler- to reach that conclusion themselves.
It hurt, to have someone whose validation you had once- still did- crave so much, suddenly act as if you were a ‘bad guy’. Maybe you were being dramatic, you thought. Maybe you were overreacting and reading far too deep into such short interactions. On the other hand, you reasoned that it was perfectly acceptable to have feelings. Before you could delve deeper into that mental tirade, a sharp knock on the doorframe grabbed your attention. Looking up, you saw JJ leaning halfway into the room.
“Sorry,” you said, awkwardly letting go of the chair, “I uh, got caught up with uh, just you know, thoughts about the case!” Smooth. You tried to put a cheery tone in your voice. You tried to subtly study her reaction as you walked over to her and it was clear she wasn’t exactly buying into your sudden happy attitude. She didn’t press you though, something you were grateful for. Instead she just moved out of the doorframe, letting you join her in the hallway.
“The rest of the team has split up already, would you like to start in the basement?” JJ asked. You had only spoken to her a couple times, briefly at that, but you already found great comfort in her presence; you could see why she held the position, her ability to comfort and connect with others was unbeatable. Definitely need to send JJ a case of wine as a gift.
You nodded dumbly, joining her in the hallway and taking her down towards your basement. Internally, you guessed the little ‘tour’ would only take an hour tops, considering all the little spiels you’d have to give about each room.
You felt a bit like when you went through airport security or when a police car was on a road you were driving on. That sinking feeling that somehow you were going to get in trouble even though you knew you didn’t have anything to hide. Damn Aaron. His apparent lowly opinion of you was definitely messing with your head. Oh well.
As you lead JJ towards the basement, you could vaguely hear the other agents throughout the house. A door opening here or the sound of papers rustling over there. You hadn’t exactly asked how they would be able to tell if something was missing or out of place. But honestly? You didn’t really care what the team did in your house, as long as they figured out how the unsub had gotten in there.
You’d already come to terms with the fact that the unsub had managed to steal your clothes and jewelry, but you just couldn’t shake the fact that he had gotten into your house. Part of you secretly wished he had pick-pocketed you on a busy street or was stealing stuff off a film set instead. It would’ve been equally as bad and creepy and horrifying, but it would’ve been worth still feeling safe in your own house.
Smacking the lightswitch on the wall behind you, the entire basement became illuminated. “So,” you started, really drawing out the word, “this is the basement. It’s technically one big open floor, but well,” you gestured lazily with your hand, “you can see it’s kinda still split up. There’s a movie room behind those doors right there.”
JJ stepped ahead of you, walking towards the high windows in the basement. You watched as she ran her fingers along the window edges, carefully going over each one. “Do these open?” She asked, turning back to look at you.
You quickly shook your head. “They’re mostly just for, like, decoration purposes.” You responded, giving a slight shrug. “I um, I’m not down here much unless I’m having people over. And those stairs we came down are the only way to get in here.” You added, thinking that’d probably be helpful.
JJ gave you that nice smile again and started towards the movie room. “I’m just gonna look in here real quick and then we can go back upstairs, okay?”
You stood awkwardly at the bottom of the stairs, rolling back and forth from your heels to your tippy toes, awkwardly playing with your hands in front of yourself. You knew her movie room scan wouldn’t take wrong, there were zero windows in there and no other point of entry besides the door she had walked through.
Just as you expected, JJ came back out no longer than five minutes later. Once she got closer to you, you turned slowly on your heel and started back up the stairs. “We can start upstairs and then meet the rest of your team on the main level?” You offered.
“Lead the way.”
“There’s um, two ways to get upstairs. There’s that main staircase you saw in the foyer and also there’s a ‘servants stair’ in the back,” you said, making air quotes with your fingers at the ‘servants stair’ part, “I have people that work in the house sometimes, but it’s not an actual designated staircase for anyone.” You explained, unsure of why you were feeling so anxious.
“Why don’t we go up using the second set of stairs? Since I’ve already seen the main set.” JJ said.
You nodded dumbly again, and walked in the direction of the back stairs. Once upstairs, you gave the same room spiel to JJ about six times. This is ‘x’ room, yep those windows can open, nope no one regularly comes into this room, yes the balcony doors do lock from the inside.
Just as you thought earlier, the little tour took just a couple minutes under an hour. You and JJ were standing in your kitchen, both of you leaning against opposite countertops. According to JJ the whole team had agreed to meet up in your kitchen once they were done with their scans, so it seemed that you two were the first to finish. Also expected.
You were lucky you hadn’t run into Aaron the entire time. At times you could vaguely hear his voice coming from another room and all that did was pull on your heartstrings and remind you of when the two of you were together. Aside from the sadness factor, you still weren’t sure you could trust yourself to not yell at him as soon as you saw him again.
“That’s funny.” JJ said amusedly-more to herself than to you-, pulling you out of your thoughts.
“What is?” You asked. She had moved from her spot by the countertops, to standing in front of your liquor wall, staring up at a bottle you couldn’t quite recognize from your position.
“Oh, just Agent Hotchner? Out there,” she said, gesturing broadly out to where the rest of the team might be, “he loves this brand of scotch. We joke sometimes that he’d pick it over us if he was given the choice. But apparently it’s super difficult to get. He started getting lucky a few years ago and found a way to buy it, but recently I guess that luck ran out and he hasn’t been able to find it anymore.”
Your eyes went wide at that. Yes. That scotch was super difficult to get and it was ridiculously expensive. And yes, Aaron loved the stuff. The two of you used to constantly argue over money. He hated that you were always the one paying for everything and had created a ‘rule’ that you weren’t allowed to buy him any gifts. Of course, you managed to find a way around that rule and found that this specific scotch was his gift achilles heel. So, you used to send him a steady supply while also keeping a bottle at your place for the rare occasions he was over.
“Oh?” You squeaked.
“Yeah, it’s super rare or something. They only make so many batches a year don’t they?” JJ asked, turning back to look at you.
You quickly pulled your emotions in when she turned towards you, just giving her your third dumb nod of the day. “Yep, super hard to get. Super super hard. I uh, got as a gift once, I don’t even like the stuff.”
“You should tell Hotch. I bet he’d pay pretty well for it.” She said with a laugh, shaking her head. Definitely will not be doing that.
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Upstairs, Rossi and Hotch were looking through your upstairs office. While your downstairs office was more work based- you stored scripts and had meetings down there, etc.-, your upstairs office was used for your more ‘personal’ work tasks.
“If the unsub is taking her clothes, we might have better success scoping out her closet. See the potential entry and exit points from her room that the unsub must be taking.” Rossi proposed.
Hotch nodded at that, putting down the stack of fan mail he’d been flipping through, trying to find any repeats or ‘creepy’ letters. He made a mental note to have Reid come and read through the piles of other mail you had neatly stacked around the room.
Your attention to fanmail had been one of the things that had quickened the process of him falling in love with you. He had had his doubts in the beginning of you relationship- he had stereotyped you for sure-, your age and status giving him somewhat valid concerns that you’d be insanely disconnected from the normal world. You’d proved him wrong in many ways since the beginning, but one of those ways had been the many days you’d call him from this room, reading through every single letter you were sent and always making sure to send a small note back.
“Good idea, let’s go.” Hotch said. He walked out of office and didn’t think twice, his body automatically walking towards the room a few doors down from your bedroom. You didn’t keep your closet in your bedroom, you had actually put a little couch and sitting room in your bedroom closet space. Instead you’d taken an entire guest room and converted it into a full dressing room/closet that was a better fit for your needs.
As Hotch went straight into the room, he missed the narrow look Rossi was giving him from the doorframe. It only took a couple minutes, but eventually Hotch looked up, cocking an eyebrow at Rossi. “Are you going to come in?” He questioned.
“You knew her closet wasn’t in her room.” Rossi noted, amusement clear in his voice.
Hotch’s face paled, before he steeled his emotions back over. “I saw the clothes while walking past earlier and made the deduction.”
“She’s pretty, isn’t she Aaron?” Rossi teased, clearly finding a lot of enjoyment in this conversation.
“Dave,” Hotch groaned, running a hand over his face, “just, not now okay?” He asked, the desperation clear in his voice.
Rossi certainly didn’t have the entire story figured out, but he wasn’t dumb either, he could piece things together. As much as he’d love to keep busting Hotch over this, there was something about how gentle he had been with you in the conference room and his current clear discomfort that persuaded Rossi otherwise. Rossi grinned at Hotch and raised his hands in mock surrender.
“So, we know the unsub doesn’t have to necessarily be quiet, her room is at least what, 3-”
“Four and across the hall.” Hotch huffed out, not looking up to meet Rossi’s eyes.
“Four and across the hall away. So he doesn’t need to sneak past her if he’s coming in at night...”
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Back in the kitchen, you turned your head at the sound of the back patio doors opening, showing Morgan and Spencer. Guess they’d be the second pair done with their house tour.
Just as you were about to open your mouth and offer the two of them something to drink, you noticed the rather grim expressions on both their faces. Upon better inspection, you saw Spencer was tightly gripping on to a dirty journal.
“What’s that?” You asked curiously, trying to get a better look at it.
“I found this uh, journal out by the edge of your property line. I think it may belong to the unsub.” Reid responded, giving you a tight lipped look.
It was terribly cliche, but you couldn’t help but gasp at that. Your eyes going wide and your mouth hanging open.
“I flipped through it, there’s nothing that clearly identifies him, but it seems like he was keeping track of your comings and goings. As well as keeping a list of the things he took from your house, we can cross check that list with-”
“Can I look at it?” You interjected, a morbid curiosity consuming your mind.
Reid gave an unsure glance at the two other agents in the room. “I think it’d be better for the rest of the team and I to look through the journal first, and make sure there’s nothing uh...upsetting in it.”
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With the new revelations that the unsub had managed to break into your home multiple times, the team decided it would be best for at least one of them to be with you at the house at all times; during the day they would assign a plainclothes officer to discreetly sit watch. It was comical, the way they decided on the watch and then promptly assigned Aaron the first shift of the night.
You wondered why he agreed to it, knowing he could’ve easily pulled a seniority boss card and taken himself out of any and all future watch shifts as well. He probably didn’t want you to get closer with any of his agents, should you accidentally say something a bit too personal. He also probably assumed that with the late hour of the night, you’d immediately be going to bed or at least locking yourself away in your room for the rest of the night.
The team had stayed hours after their first walkthroughs of the house, the new list and notes from the unsub giving you all a better idea of what to look for. You had gone through the list of clothes and jewelry in front of the team, giving them a base description of what you assumed the unsub had meant, whether or not you had considered it missing and where you thought you’d last seen it in the house.
Unfortunately, whatever Aaron had been banking on wouldn’t be happening. You hadn’t been able to shake the sinking feeling that your house was no longer a home anymore. It was painfully cheesy, but you knew that trying to sleep would be futile. Nor did you really feel like being ‘alone’ in your room. That didn’t mean you were going to strike up a conversation with Aaron or ask him to play a board game or something, but you wouldn’t be shutting away from the rest of the night.
After the team left, you had gone upstairs and changed into a more comfortable outfit for the evening; just your trusty sleep shorts and an oversized t-shirt. You were now walking back down the stairs and towards your kitchen; you grasped a lighter and your emergency cigarette pack in one hand. As you made your way into the kitchen, you could feel Aarons eyes on you from wherever he was seated in the living room. You pointedly ignored him, instead setting the pack and lighter down, freeing your hands so you could mix yourself your favorite drink.
Once your drink was prepped, you balanced all your things in your hands and made your way back through the living room and out the grand French doors that lead to your backyard. You walked over to one of your lounge chairs that overlooked the pool and had a beautiful view of the sky and bright lights of the city. You turned on one of your favorite playlists and made yourself comfy in the chair, lighting up one of the cigarettes.
With the first inhale, you felt your body relax. It was a horrible habit- you knew that-, but if there was ever a time to stress smoke, you reasoned it was probably now. Over the sound of your music, you faintly heard one of the doors open again, but you didn’t bother turning around.
“I thought you quit.” Aaron said, quite literally coming out of the shadows. Even though you didn’t turn to look at him, you could perfectly imagine him in your mind; probably leaning up against one of the legs of the cabana, arms tightly crossed and a deep scowl on his face.
“I did.” You replied plainly, blowing a steady stream of smoke out of your mouth. Using your free hand you picked your glass back off the chair side table, twirling it slowly. As you took a long sip, you could hear Aaron walk closer, not quite coming into view yet.
“Drinking and abusing substances in response to a traumatic situation is widely frowned upon.
“Thank you Surgeon General,” you said, rolling your eyes before adding, “no offense Agent, but right now, I don’t really think it matters.” You didn’t even bother attempting to argue that you were on your first drink and first smoke.
“It matters, when my team will be counting on you tomorrow. The expectation is that you’ll be a useful and legitimate resource.” Aaron said, voice tight.
“Do you really think I’m dumb enough to actually believe, that you believe that a single drink is going to render me useless?” You asked, finally turning your head so you could give him a pointed look. When he didn’t answer you rolled your eyes again, turning back away from him. “It doesn’t matter, Agent, I’m unavailable to be a resource tomorrow.”
“What do you mean, unavailable?” Aaron asked. He finally walked into view, sitting down on the chair next to you. He positioned his legs over the edge facing you, resting his elbows off his knees.
“What do you mean unavailable?” You said mockingly- the alcohol in your system and stress of the day emboldening your behavior. You paused for a moment to take another drag from your cigarette; Aaron didn’t miss the way you turned your head further from him during your exhale. “You have your job Agent, I have mine.”
“There is a dangerous free man out there with a special interest in you. He’s not only managed to break into your house but is also murdering surrogate women in place of you,” he said, voice growing louder as he went, “and you think you should go to a film set? How immature and irresponsible are-”
“Stop doing that!” You cut him off, snapping your head to face him. For a brief moment, you were taken aback by how close he’d been sitting. “Stop painting me to be some dumb self centered girl. This is the fourth time today.” You said, staring him hard in the face, neither of your breaking eye contact. He always looked so good with a beard- stop that.
“I’m trying to do my job and protect you,” he paused, eyes scanning your face, “I couldn’t handle anything happening to you.” In that moment, his voice was so painfully honest and it almost made you want to agree to do whatever dumb rules he had for you.
Almost.
Instead, you swung your legs to the side of the chair opposite to him, standing up in a quick blur of motion. “Stop doing that too!” You exclaimed, running your free hand over your face. You took a long drag from your cigarette, placing one hand on your hip. Aaron was giving you a genuinely confused look and you just wanted to wipe it off in one big swipe. “Stop doing some weird little bait and switch between acting like I’m a diva and then trying to end it with some vaguely little sweet comment.”
“You actually think I don’t care about your safety?” Aaron asked, the faintest bit of hurt in his voice. He stood up as well before continuing. “You think this isn’t a difficult case for me?”
“You do not get to do that!” You said angrily, pointing a free finger out at him. “You are not allowed to try and make yourself a victim in this story while you simultaneously make me part of the problem. How the hell can you see yourself as even remotely ‘good’ when you left the way you did?” There it was. Maybe it was immature, dragging the breakup into the argument, but the days’ tension- not to mention the months of bottled up emotions- was finally snapping inside of you.
“If you’re upset over how I ended our relationship, that is completely separate from the dealings of the case and I expect you to be able to conduct yourself appropriately.” Aaron said and you thought that this must be what ‘seeing red’ meant.
“Do you treat all your witnesses like this?” You were full on yelling now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. “Is this your version of appropriate conduct, Agent Hotchner? You’ve proven to be nothing but incompetent! You can’t even see two inches past your own fucking face to consider this from my perspective!”
Your words had their intended effect. Aaron’s face fell for the briefs of moments before years of bottling his own emotions took back over. You had to give him some credit for keeping it, outwardly, more together than you were. “I won't fight with you over something as trivial as this. You’ll report to the station in the morning with the rest of the team.” He ordered, voice dangerously low.
“I have to work!” You exclaimed, putting heavy emphasis on each word.
“Going to work isn’t safe. Do you understand that? Your stalker is well acquainted with your schedule, you need to step away from what’s expected of you. It’s dangerous-”
“Oh my god,” you groaned, shaking your head, “are you even listening to yourself? Your job is dangerous every single day, hell you didn’t even step away when the job was dangerous specifically to you! How am I supposed to take advice you can’t even follow?” At the end of your sentence, you angrily stubbed out your cigarette in the ashtray, leaving the butt in the tray.
“This isn’t about me.” Aaron snapped, voice loudest it’d been all night. “I’m trying to keep you safe. What part of that don’t you understand?” He asked, giving you a tough look. You found yourself at a loss for words and he took your silence as an opening to continue. “I can’t stand to see you get hurt.”
“Are you finally understanding how exhausting it was to love you!” You blurted out, the words catching even you by surprise. You forcibly blinked back the tears forming your eyes. “That this, is how I felt each time you were called away on a case?”
Aaron was equally as shocked, his mouth opening in vain a few times as he searched for the proper response. “I made sure you were properly aware of the risks and demands of my job before we started our relationship.” Bad answer.
“And I never complained,” you replied, a defeated tone creeping into your voice, “not once, did I?”
“If you’re going to accuse me of hypocrisy, you should recognize it in yourself. You were equally if not more in demand than I was.”
“I thought you liked that I was so ‘in demand’!” You said, the frustration growing again. “What was it you always said? You liked not having to worry about me alone at home, waiting up for you.”
“You’re coming to the station tomorrow Y/N. Final order.” Aaron repeated, completely ignoring your last statement.
“You know what,” you said, the fight in your voice gone, “I don’t have to put up with this and your lame attempts at trying to be a good guy. I’m not having this conversation anymore.” You quickly leaned over to swipe your cigarette pack and glass of the little table.
“Are you actually going to run away from this?” He asked, almost as if he was trying to bait you back into the argument.
You scoffed loudly, staring him dead in the eyes. “You did.”
You angrily walked around him, nearly stomping the entire way to the door. As you were halfway into the house you paused for a moment, not even slightly turning your head back towards him. “Blankets are still in the same spot in the living room.” You said, slamming the door behind you as soon the sentence left your lips.
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The next morning, promptly at 8am, an email from your agent was sent to Aaron. It was incredibly petty and inherently personal, but to an outsider it was nothing out of the ordinary for someone of your status. Aaron was near furious, as expected, but even in his stubbornness he could see you had the high ground. Long story short, the email plainly stated vaguely threatened that if your work schedule were to become an issue for the team, you could easily send a ‘spokesperson’ from your team to deal with any and all future communications. Y/N 2, Aaron Hotchner 0.
Back at your house, you were having a lovely morning. The victory tasted sweet in your mouth as you got yourself ready for the long day. Sometime around 4:00AM Reid had switched out with Aaron and the two of you were currently in your kitchen; Reid sitting at one of your countertop stools while you stood over the stove. After being angrily informed by Aaron that you wouldn’t be required to come into the station with Reid, you decided to make a simple breakfast for the two of you. Reid had wanted to leave sooner, but he was also under orders to not leave you alone until you were safely in your own car and on your way.
You weren’t sure how he felt, but you thought you and Reid got along quite well. He was the closest in age to you and even though he didn’t really seem to understand any of the little jokes or references you made, there was still some level of mutual understanding there. It didn’t hurt that he was quite easy on the eyes as well, of course he wasn’t Aaron by any means- stop that!
Over breakfast, you spent the entire time answering Reid’s many questions about various actors and actresses he was a fan of. Lucky boy, you thought; as all the people he mentioned were quite nice even when the camera was off. What was it that people said about never meeting your hero?
He graciously offered to do all the clean up, as you had cooked, which gave you a bit of extra time to make sure you were ready to go. When you both were ready and Reid had confirmed the plainclothes officer was positioned on your street, he helped you to your car.
With one hand on the top of your car, just as you were about to sit down, you stopped and turned to Reid. “I enjoyed breakfast, would you please tell Agent Hotchner how sorry I am that my schedule’s gotten in the way?” You asked, giving him your sweetest smile. It was another petty move and Aaron was sure to see right through it; the team had amazing skills at reading people, you knew that, but you were an equally talented actress. “I’ll make sure to let you guys know when I’ll be back at home tonight.” You added, before sliding into your car. Reid closed the door gently behind you, waving from the outside of your garage as you pulled out and drove off.
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Case wise, the next two days were quiet. You had won the ‘going to work battle’ by a longshot and happily went about your scheduled days. Aaron hadn’t taken another watch shift since the argument, something you were grateful for. It wasn’t until the fourth day, that the case started to pick up again.
“Agent Hotchner?” A young officer stepped into the conference room, holding out a thick manila envelope. “This was just dropped off at the front desk, addressed to you.” That certainly captured the entire team’s attention; every head turning, as if off on a swivel, to face the officer.
“Who dropped it off?” Hotch demanded. ‘Who dropped it off?” He repeated, an added aggression in his voice.
“Some kid! Some kid dropped it at the front and left before anyone could get a word out!” The officer said hurriedly, raising one of his hands up in a meek surrender.
Hotch stepped up to the officer, easily snatching the envelope out of his hands. “Assure that my technical analyst has access to your entire security feed. Now.” He ordered, not giving the officer as a second glance. “Morgan, call Garcia and make sure she accesses those tapes and identifies the kid immediately.”
Hotch went back to standing in front of the long table in the middle of the room, setting the envelope down in front of him. “Gloves, I need-” A pair were placed in his outstretched hand by Reid before he could finish. “I don’t want anyone touching anything that comes out of here without gloves, understood?” He said, not looking at anyone in particular. His focus, completely drawn to the angry penmanship that spelled out his name. After quickly pulling his gloves all the way on, Hotch grabbed the envelope again, internally shoving down his emotions before ripping off the top edge in one clean pull. Nothing could have prepared him for the way the envelope was overflowing with hundreds of photos of you. He tilted the envelope and they all came falling out, covering the table in front of him. Reid mentally estimated there were over five hundred photos of you- some seemed to be cut, some looked to have writing and designs on them- and there were even a few slips of paper thrown in the mix.
“Hotch, Garcia managed to grab the plate from what the kid drove off in. She's running it-” Morgan said, his sentence running off as he took in the table full of photos. “Holy shit.” He said quietly, making his way closer to the table as well.
Hotch reached down, picking up the closest photo to him. There you were, standing on a boardwalk with your hand blocking the sun from your eyes. You looked beautiful- stop that. As Hotch further studied the photo, he picked up a second one, taking another good look. It struck Hotch and the team then, the majority of the photos were grossly intimate; as if the unsub had taken them by himself. Hotch’s stomach twisted when his eyes fell on a photo that looked like you were posing for it, throwing a big smile and peace sign up at the camera.
“Did Garcia get any hits on any scorned lovers?” Emily asked, holding up a photo of you and a man. The face and body of the man had been aggressively scratched over and cut up, but Aaron had a sinking feeling it was of him.
“Yea, I got another potential ex photo right here.” Reid said, holding up another picture. In this one you had clearly been looking up at someone, but the photo had been crudely cut up to exclude whoever it was.
Morgan held up one of the slips of papers, giving it a confused look. “You lost Aaron?” He said, reading off the paper. “What’s the reasoning for singling out Hotch rather than someone closer to her age like Reid” He questioned, not expecting anyone to answer.
“I got one of Hotch’s face scribbled over. He must’ve gotten the photo online.” Emily added, holding up a professional headshot of Hotch. “Is anyone seeing photos of the rest of us? The unsub could see all of us as interfering with his connection to Y/N.”
Hotch’s stomach was twisted in all different directions. He knew the moment of truth was coming and was internally cursing himself for not coming clean sooner. But that paled in comparison to the sickness he felt over the unsub clearly being someone who had such personal access to you. He was certain that some of these photos dates back years. The idea that whoever was doing this had been so close to you, for so long, could’ve brought him to his knees.
“Hotch…” JJ said, her voice accusatory. She looked up at him, face a mix of confusion and a hint of betrayal. She held up another photo and the entire team went quiet. This photo was clearly taken at a distance, but there you were looking lovingly up at a man who was certainly Hotch.
Hotch had one hand clenched tightly on the edge of the table, taking a deep breath before he looked up at his agents staring expectantly at him.
“I haven’t been completely honest with you all,” Hotch started, running his free hand over his face, “I met Y/N five years ago and we were together for three, until I ended things.” He was sure someone had audibly gasped at that. “I know you all may have various concerns over my proximity to the case and are valid in any anger you may feel towards me. But right now, I need to go call Y/N and make sure she’s safe.”
Hotch didn’t give anyone a chance to reply, instead whipping out his phone and near running out the door. Leaving a team of confused and shocked agents in his wake.
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Never-Ending Roadtrip (Autumn in New York, pt 1)
Summary: (ch 1) (ch 10) Reader joins Douxie in the quest for Nari’s safety. He’ll need company won’t he? - chapter 9) new york tourism and some relaxation for a stressed-out emo wizard
Warnings: Swearing, alcohol mention, implied nudity (just a bath)
Word Count: 3542
A/n: Go listen to ‘autumn in new york’ by ella fitzgerald and louis armstrong to set the mood for this chapter and the next lol. i do like lovecore i promise. also this was going to be it but ive split it up. enjoy
Douxie was very careful to take inventory. One head, two head, dragon head, his own head. All accounted for. Four heads, no more no less. Not even a pesky stowaway gnome. His family was together. Up in the air, on the ship, winding blowing through their hair. Douxie could see sky scrapers on the horizon.
The trolls had been cordial in their goodbyes, but made no effort in giving the impression that they wanted the wizard family to stay any longer than they had. In fact, it was discouraged if not outright. The trolls almost gave off an aura of relief when they faded from view of the settlement. But that was understandable. Douxie’s family had caused a bit of trouble during their stay.
Bagdwella was certain that Archie was a bad omen for her shop and would freak out whenever he tried to enter. Y/n had been a bit confused and tried to explain to her that black cats were in fact supposed to bring wealth, not financial ruin, but apparently Bagdwella had been thinking of an old trollish superstition about dragons instead. Y/n had no counter to that.
Nari had no real knowledge of how money worked, and was determined to make that Douxie’s problem. And the problem of all the trolls in the shops of the town. There was a bit of a problem with her “dining and dashing” in the pub, the one troll eatery in the still developing town. Poor thing had no idea food costs money. Someone had always been around to feed her. Douxie and Y/n almost couldn’t keep up with the demand of sweaty socks they had to produce in order to pay the annoyed barman. Turns out it was somewhat hard to make sweaty socks when you’re actually trying to. It was like their feet realized what was happening and couldn’t pass up an attempt to make their owner’s lives harder.
As much as dear Y/n prided herself on being tolerant, she and Dictatious were going round and round. It was easier to ignore the guy when she didn’t have to live in close quarters with him but that luxury was lost on this stay in Trollmarket. Y/n and Dic argued every time they were in close proximity. She couldn’t help it. The old troll had opinions, and those opinions were wrong. And don’t even get Y/n started on how sad and then angry he made Blinky feel with the whole dead, wait not dead just an evil traitor, wait now he’s okay somewhat, thing. And his personality was shit. Peace was never an option.
Needless to say the trolls were in fact happy to send off the wizards. Douxie was happy to no longer suddenly hear a clatter and then instantly get a headache knowing it was probably one of his problems. They had only been in Trollmarket a few days. Okay so a week, they had stayed there a week. It was only seven days. Eight actually. So to say, they hadn’t been there long enough to cause any real problems. And now they were headed to New York. New York New York.
Douxie was ready to get some quality romance in with his wife. Autumn in New York was perfect for that. The city streets glowed with life. A nice stroll down the sidewalks painted in golden light, arm in arm, carrying the warmth in their hearts and bodies with them, was just what they needed. There were lots of sights to see, and Y/n loved to see them. And it was heavily populated, which would make it safer. Safe was something greatly needed.
For some reason, ever since that one night in the forest, Doux had felt like watching his back. It was tiresome, always being on edge. Of course, he had been this whole trip. But recently it had been amplified. Douxie didn’t know if he was sensing the Order’s presence or if being wed had turned up his protective instincts up to an eleven, but it really would be fantastic to be in a safer environment. He was crossing his fingers New York was one.
Just outside of city limits, the boat was shrunken into a little toy and placed back inside of it’s bottle. The little bottle fit neatly in the backpack that Y/n was wearing. Everything fit neatly into the backpack that Y/n was wearing. It was charmed. Doux would rather it be in hers than his, just as a peace of mind. A quick getaway for her lest they ever be separated. He wasn’t too worried about himself. Nari clung to her side, so it would also be best to keep it with her in order to protect Nari. Yeah, that was totally the reason.
They hailed a cabbie and took it into the bustling city. Douxie had pulled a couple strings with his old buddies, and managed to get them an apartment to stay in. The owner wouldn’t be back for a few weeks, and was happy to have someone to house sit for her. Douxie was happy to have a roof over his family’s head he didn’t have to pay for. It was a win-win.
Y/n never stopped looking out the window the entire cab ride. Douxie thought her excitement was adorable. She had her arm stretched over Nari in the middle to be able to hold his hand. The veggie lady didn’t mind. She was also focused on the view out the windows, fascinated by the sheer number of cars and the heights of the tall buildings. Douxie could feel Y/n’s wedding ring as she squeezed his hand. It helped calm him.
This apartment was owned by a starlet. It was huge, for New York standards. It was really high up, which made Douxie a wee bit nervous. Eleventh floor. It was eccentrically decorated, with bright colors. There was a wall in the living space that was a floor-to-ceiling window, covered by pale pink curtains and strings of heart-shaped beads. The other walls had a wallpaper that was white with red rose motifs. The couch was bright cherry red, furry, and oddly shaped. The kitchen cabinets were painted hot pink, with frosted glass doors that bore a rose pattern. The refrigerator was also cherry red, with white and pink heart-shaped stickers stuck onto it. Everything was fucking red, white, or pink. It looked like Saint Valentine himself threw up. Douxie was afraid to see what the bedroom looked like.
Douxie checked the fridge. Yeah, it was empty, apart from the box of takeaway from who knows when and the three bottles of wine. To be expected, of a single young up-and-comer, one supposes. They would have to go get groceries. Archie was making biscuits on the fluffy surface of the couch. It was probably very soft, Douxie had yet to touch it himself. He was kind of afraid of it, to be honest. Nari seemed to also like it, and was spread out on the top, limbs hanging over the back of the couch. Y/n opened the curtains a bit and was staring out the window. Doux headed for the bedroom, to go see what they were working with.
The bedroom was not in any way tamer than the open living space, but at least it wasn’t as bad as Douxie was expecting with the ah, love theme this place had going. It could have been worse. It was fluffy, pink, and glittery, but at least it was rated PG. Apart from the heart-shaped bed, it looked like it could have been a dressing room. There was a vanity with lights ringing the mirror and one of those dressing screens in the corner with several feather boas hanging over it like some kind of cliché movie set. Douxie was setting his backpack down, as he sat on the side of the bed turned away from the door, when he heard someone go into the en suite. And then he heard various noises of,, happy surprise? Sounded like Y/n.
“DEWDROP! THERES A HEART-SHAPED TUB. A FUCKING HEART-SHAPED TUB. COME LOOK.”
Bleeding balroths. Douxie rolled his eyes as he stood up from the comfy feather mattress to go see what she was shouting at him about. The tiles that covered the bathroom were annoyingly pink. The air smelled like something he could only describe as pink. Sure enough, there was a heart-shaped tub like someone’s cheesy honeymoon suite, and his wife was already in it, despite it not having any water. She wore an all too familiar cheshire cat grin on her face. He had one word for this.
“No.”
“Whatever.” Y/n stuck her tongue out childishly. “You’ll change your mind tonight. You will join me in the incredibly fragrant heart-shaped bubble bath, Dewdrop. Mark my words.”
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As a first stop on the itinerary, they decided on Central park. Some greenery for Nari. And for Y/n too. Trees were good for the soul and one should never spend too much time on concrete. Gave Archie something to scratch that was not the couch that they did not own. It was fine when he did it in Arcadia, their sofa was old and tattered anyways, but not here in the apartment they were housesitting.
Y/n claimed the walk through nature was necessary to restore the energy lost on the trip into the city. The walkways were paved, and Douxie had to really keep an eye on both Nari and Y/n, who should know better, from wandering off the path. Maybe he should get two baby leashes when they were to shop later. Occasionally they would pass by a café. Douxie was glad he was not working in one of those. This trip was a much-needed vacation, as stressful as it was.
A little ways in and they came across a pond, with a cute little bridge that the walkway went under. Douxie rubbed his hand over the stones as they walked through. It was worn, as many hands had also done so over the decades. This bridge, as old as the park itself, was still younger than him. And it had met so many more people than he could even fathom. Doux himself had met so many people over the years. He had been touched by many too, like this little bridge. And just like the people who touched this bridge, none of them quite knew the impact they would be leaving. What they were wearing down. He heard a happy squeal as Y/n and Nari made a sudden sprint ahead of him. Apparently, there were ducks in this pond.
The Met was just a few minutes’ walk from where they exited the park. Douxie was happy with the idea of a quiet art museum trip, that sounded peaceful and relaxing. He needed all the peaceful and relaxing he could get right now. Y/n was actually really excited about this one despite it being not that exciting of an activity. She was trying to psych up Nari. “It’ll be fun, we can pretend we’re a gang of art thieves and we’re doing recon for a heist.” The veggie lady had no idea what any of those words meant.
There were lots of paintings in the Met gallery. It contained multitudes. One painting, they passed as they walked down the corridors, Y/n stopped, transfixed, stared at the painting for a few minutes, and then carried on like nothing happened. She didn’t look particularly sad, or happy, just confused, like she was processing something. Douxie made a mental note to ask her about it later.
Next stop was a walk down Fifth Avenue. It’s not like they could afford to shop, but it was a must-do in NYC so they must-did. They walked holding hands with Nari in the middle like their child. She liked looking in all the window displays. Every so often she would stop to stare and they would tug her along. The trees lining the sidewalks presented their autumn colors. The oranges and golds gave the streets a cheery vibe.
They passed a few food trucks. The trucks were filling the air with various delicious aromas. Douxie’s stomach growled loudly. Y/n giggled and suggested they pick a truck for lunch. Douxie had his eye on a fish and chips truck. It didn’t make ‘em quite like you could get in London but it was trying. A for effort. Y/n thought it was fantastic. Douxie was just spoiled.
They made their way over to the Rockefeller Center, just around the corner. A short walk and Y/n had spotted a coffee shop. So now they were going to a coffee shop. Douxie couldn’t help it, she looked at him with such big eyes. What was he supposed to do, say no?
The coffee shop was warm, and much appreciated relief from the autumn chill that had taken over. And a nice warm drink was sorely needed. Y/n found a nice couch in the back of the shop. Douxie sunk in, deeper than he expected to be able to sink in, but it was an old couch sunk into by many people. It was cozy. The love of thousands made it the sofa the way that it was. Love had made it squishy, love had made it comfy. Speaking of love and squishy and comfy, Doux pulled his dear wife Y/n to his side in an embrace. Low-key cuddling on the coffee shop couch was the best part of Douxie’s day. Nice, relaxing, he needed this. He pressed a kiss to the top of Y/n’s hair.
The Top of the Rock is an observatory deck in Rockefeller Center. Very high up in the air, one can see a great view of the city skyline and get a peek at that famous empire state building. Archie didn’t really care about it, he could get aerial sights any time he wanted, so he took this time to take a nap. Y/n leaned close to the glass, amazed and getting slightly wooed by the city. Douxie slung his arm around her, and, under the guise of affection, pulled her a few steps back. She really was hell-bent on stopping his fragile heart. And then Nari just straight up put her hands, paws, on the glass and put her body weight on the window. Nope. Douxie made sure to ask her to step away from the glass nicely, lest he frighten her, but still tried to convey that what she was doing was something he saw as dangerous and it worried him. Doux was very happy when they were back on the ground.
Douxie liked people watching. So did Y/n. It was one of the things the used to do on weekends in Arcadia, strangely enough. It wasn’t weird. All those people, they all had lives of their own. They all had stories they were living, and it was interesting to glimpse just a small insignificant piece of it. Or sometimes even significant. It was always hard to tell as an outsider, whether or not an ordinary moment was really the turning point of someone’s life. NYC’s famous Times Square was perfect for people watching.
There was something odd about it. The square itself felt wrong. A hundred neon advertisements all at one time. Not an inch of surface didn’t bare the name of a brand. There was something profoundly sad about it. One might even go as far as say disgusting. And there were many, many signs and people. Douxie tried not to attempt to take it all in at once, lest he risk sensory overload. The sun had already set, the brightly lit signs were brighter than ever. There were so many people around them. There were some buskers, some even playing at the same time, so the music clashed. Perhaps there was too much life here. It was loud, and Doux liked loud, but he liked harmonious loud, like music and excitement, not the chaotic loud that surrounded him. He made sure he could see Nari, that she was close to them. Douxie squeezed Y/n’s hand. He thought maybe he should just pay attention to her, tune out everything else. The lights made a brilliant halo around her gorgeous face as she turned to him. The beautiful goddess he called his wife’s eyes searched his, and she noticed he was not so comfy.
“C’mon, let’s go get some dinner.”
They walked away from the square for a few minutes, putting some distance between them and it’s light, before coming across a pizza place for dinner. It was good. The classic, New York slice. And it was pizza. Y/n would admit, it wasn’t special. She actually liked the pizza from the local pizza place in Arcadia Oaks way better. Douxie and Archie agreed with her. But don’t tell any New Yorker’s that. The main thing is that they got a nice dinner, and it helped Douxie calm down. There were only a few other people in the restaurant. The booth they were in was off to the side, away from everything. Y/n stroked Douxie’s palm with her thumb. Archie sat in his lap and purred. He appreciated them.
They’d had a long day. It was best to get home. Once opening up the cherry red door the valentine’s day décor assaulted their eyes once again. This would be okay for the time being but Douxie had no idea how someone could dwell here full time. As he plopped down on the furry couch, he noticed for the first time the numerous little cherub figurines that littered every available surface. It might be interesting to meet this starlet one day. She seemed to have a cupid schtick going. She probably looked the part too.
As soon as they crossed the threshold, Y/n had made a sneaky beeline for the bathroom and that honeymoon suite style tub. Douxie rolled his eyes fondly and scoffed from his place on the sofa when he heard the water turn on. Of course. He supposed he could use some extra relaxing. But she’d feel like she won. Y/n was gonna make a big deal out of this, he could feel it.
Miss starlet had an unhealthy amount of soap bottles filling the storage space in the bathroom. A dragon hoard of fancy scented soaps. As fun as pouring some various vividly colored, strong and flowery goops into the tub and pretending it was a potion would be, and it would be, Y/n opted to find some more calming aromas for poor Doux. Lavender, lemongrass, and jasmine, were what she was on the hunt for. She managed to find both lavender and jasmine soaps, and a lavender candle. No lemongrass. But Y/n wouldn’t have held her breath on that one. It wasn’t exactly glamorous or glittery.
With the water hot, bubbles high, candles lit, Y/n had crafted a very romantic and relaxing evening. She stood back to admire her work for a moment before going to go get Douxie. He was laying across the couch, using his crossed arms as a pillow, with Archie snoozing on his chest, when she found him.
“Sorry Arch. Find a different pillow for the night?” The dragon-cat understood. That didn’t stop him from throwing a look at the two as he settled back down into the couch’s fluff.
Ignoring Archie, Y/n took Douxie by the hand as she led him back into the room she had set up. The air smelled very strongly of lavender. The pink of the tiles was muted in the dim light, which Douxie was thankful for. Then he noticed the giant fucking mountain of bubbles Y/n had turned the bath into. He supposed she wanted him to get in that. Somehow. They’d have to be careful not to accidentally choke on any bubbles.
Douxie let out a little groan as he slid into the bath. The hot water felt great on his tense muscles, he had to admit. He was feeling better, and more relaxed. He certainly wasn’t anywhere near as stressed as he was in time square anymore, but the tension of this strange combination vacation/flee-for-their-lives-trip was taking its toll on the master wizard. He wouldn’t put it past his hair to start greying soon. A wizard was only ever as old as they felt, after all. And boy, did Douxie’s bones feel old. He laid his head back and closed his eyes. No worries right now. He was safe, Nari was safe, Archie was safe, Y/n was safe. Y/n was right beside him, so extra safe too.
“So, how’s it going.” Y/n laughed at Douxie getting a little lost in the hot water sauce.
“Nuclear.” Douxie opened his eyes to take in his wife’s pretty face he just knew was smiling, he could hear it in her voice. Doux pulled Y/n into his embrace and against his chest. She rested her head on his shoulder. “Thanks. I- I guess I sort of maybe needed this.”
Y/n snickered. “Of course you did. Remember, I’ll always be here to take care of you.” She brought his hand up and kissed his knuckles. “Always, Mr. Casperan.”
“And that goes the same for you, I’ll always take care of you, Mrs. Casperan.”
#douxie x reader#hisirdoux casperan x reader#douxie casperan x reader#douxie imagine#hisirdoux casperan imagine#hisirdoux x reader#hisirdoux casperan#douxie#tales of arcadia x reader#tales of arcadia imagine#my writing#nert
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Could I get a cake :0? I’m 5’3-5’4,, I say I’m 5’4 to feel better LOL! I have pale skin, Asian, blind (my glasses prescription is so so bad), and I never stop talking. I love making new friends and talking to people. I’m in love with colors, doodling, drawing, and I guess I’m pretty creative. I have very low self-esteem,, I doubt myself a TON,, and I also have body insecurity issues (sad tings). I say I’m pretty funny, easy to talk to, and I could talk for hours with someone who can just keep up with me and make it fun LOL. OH i love creative writing,, I’m like an all-rounder god (except for cooking). I think that’s about it :0! HAHAH IF I GOT IWA THAT WOULD BE SO FUNNY AND ADORABLE can i mention my favorite food is braised tofu which is part of the tofu line 👀👀 and iwaizumi bb loves agedashi tofu 👀👀👀 (im so sorry you have to read this HAHAHAHAH (i’m fine with whoever i get 😌😌))
Let me just say...you are one lucky bitch 🥲
Also I just want to share this TikTok with you :))
🍰 for @iwaplant
Romantic Matchup
Iwaizumi Haijime 💪
Omg he’s so cute why 😭
Ok no I did not just match you with him because you suggested it 🙄
I think you two would make such a cute couple!!!
Loves how blunt you are
He loves it because he never has to guess about how you feel about something!
You’ll just flat out tell him
He can keep up with your energy but will tell you to tone it down if it’s not a good time or place
Ok so it’s canon that mans can’t draw 🥲
So he finds the fact that even your doodles look better than his artwork very interesting
100% asks you to draw him anything and everything
May or may not have a box with all your drawings and papers with doodles in it
Also may or may not have kept everything you’ve doodles on
His favorite drawing is one of him and you holding hands on the beach
He is saving up to get it framed so he can hang it on his wall
He WILL NOT allow you to doubt yourself!!!
And that goes for physically or mentally
If your truly unhappy with your body he will offer you to come workout with him
But he would much prefer you to accept you as you are
HE IS YOUR HYPE MAN
You nervous about a test today? “Babe you are literally the smartest person I know so I know you’ll pass”
You think that nobody likes you “uh even if that’s true (which it’s not) the people who don’t like you are just jealous of your Beauty,Smarts,and talent”
Period Pooh 💅
Ngl Oikawa is low-key jealous on how nice he treats you 🥲
I take him as being more of a listener than a talker
So he really just listens to you when you talk
UNLESS you start talking about something your very passionate about
Then he’ll chime in with whatever he can
KING OF VALIDATION 👑
The best this man can cook is a salad and maybe a sandwich
So you guys usually end up doing takeout 90% of the time
However on the days you try to cook you try to follow the recipe to the T
Yeah...it never turns out how it’s supposed to
But sometimes the food is still pretty good!
We love our beefy boy right here
Friendship Matchup...
Tanaka Ryūnosuke + Nishinoya Yū
Ah yes the chaotic trio
Honestly you were shocked that you were able to get a boyfriend with these two around
They’re VERY protective of you
So when they found out the ace of Aoba Johsai confessed to you
They may or may not have showed up at his house questioning his intentions 🥲
Yeah they got scolded after that
N e ways y’all have so much fun together like I can’t-
One of your favorite moments with these two was the time you went to 7/11 on any size cup day and Noya brought a giant ass wine glass
Like this one
That baby holds 25 bottles of wine 😳
Where he got it you don’t know
You guys ended up getting kicked out for using all there slushy stuff
But they let you keep the glass with all the slush in it so you didn’t care 😗
You guys have drawing competitions fs
Ft Miss Kiyoko as the judge 😌
So far the score is You:12 Noya:7 and Tanaka:5
Let me tell you every time Kiyoko announces that they won one they are ECSTATIC
Now although you rarely hang out with one without the other sometimes you have separate hang out moments
You go to Noyas house for sleepovers and y’all basically do crack head tings 😗✌️
You two actually have done that picnic with fancy cups and plates on TikTok
And yes that includes the cake and wine glasses thing
Seriously Noya where are you getting these wine glasses
And with Tanaka you him and his sister always go out for late night drives on the town
One time you all make the spontaneous decision to drive to Tokyo
None of your parents were happy that day...
Anyways great friends to have 10/10
#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader#haikyuu fandom#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu x y/n#iwaizumi hajime#iwaizumi x y/n#iwaizumi x you#iwaizumi x reader#iwaizumi hcs#iwaizumi fluff#iwaizumi headcanons#tanaka ryuunosuke#tanaka x y/n#tanaka x reader#tanaka headcanons#tanaka hcs#nishinoya x y/n#nishinoya fluff#nishinoya headcanons#nishinoya x reader#yū nishinoya#haikyuu matchups
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every kind of way ch. 2
chapter: 2/3
word count: ~3k
a/n: i actually don’t like this chapter all that much lol, but here is. i’m still finishing up the last chapter, so i’ll be posting it in a few days. thank you again to anyone who’s reading!!
[link to chapter 1]
[link to ao3]
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Predictably, Levi was upset with the news.
He fought her at every turn and glowered when he heard Jake’s name, muttering something about how he could never trust a guy that quiet. And even if Eris had explicitly told him — multiple times, no less — that they were broken up, Levi had also made a Hail Mary attempt at turning her head. It was a miracle she hadn’t smacked him for that one. Instead, she very coolly asserted her feelings for Jake. There was no head-turning for her, especially not for Levi.
He had stormed off shortly after that, but not before he made sure to mention that she and Jake would never work as a couple outside the villa. As Eris prepared to head for the firepit, Cherry also had come up to her and said the exact same thing.
Eris rolled her eyes hard enough to dizzy herself. Levi’s and Cherry’s opinions didn’t matter. No one’s did.
She repeated the mantra to herself during the recoupling and ignored everyone’s incredulous expressions when Jake happily called her name. He did the same, spending most of the recoupling offering her giddy smiles and comforting touches. Though he tensed up during Levi’s turn, Jake kept calm and accepted Levi’s sneers with a defiant stare.
They were finally together, and after all the drama they’ve been through on the island, there was little anyone could do or say to stop them.
Eris couldn’t have been more relieved by the end of the recoupling. She and Jake wandered to the daybeds while the others scattered elsewhere, their hands entwined. He shot her a look of concern and asked how she was holding up, and she answered honestly.
Perfect, she said, beaming at him.
He grinned right back and picked her up in a crushing embrace, lifting her a few inches. Eris wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, but their moment was cut short at the sound of footsteps nearing them. Jake lowered her to the ground as Tim and Jen walked over, smiling knowingly at them.
“You two look well cozy,” Tim teased. “Did the recoupling go the way you wanted, then?”
Eris and Jake glanced at each other. The second their eyes met, they grinned again. Jen squealed in delight.
“You guys are so adorable!” she exclaimed. “I knew without a doubt Jake would pick you.”
Eris’ heart clenched. “Our relationship is still new, but we’re solid. I didn’t doubt him either.”
Jake reached for her hand and planted a kiss on her knuckles, his eyes bright and happy. “I love that you trusted me,” he murmured. “I’d have picked you every single time, even if it cost me a friendship.”
She tucked her lips in to keep from smiling so wide.
Tim snorted. “Mate, you are such a melt!”
Jake merely shrugged. His gaze remained locked Eris. “I’m more romantic than people think.”
Whatever Jen was about to say was interrupted at the sound of her phone beeping. The four of them stared at it for a moment before Jen picked it up, her face wary. She called the Islanders to gather around, and they all scurried over to the daybeds. Levi scowled at her when she caught his gaze, but she gave him no reaction.
Once everyone was gathered, Jen cleared her throat and read the text.
Islanders, you are now in your final days on Love Island. Tonight, the public will vote for their favorite couple. The couples with the fewest votes risk being dumped from the Island tomorrow night. The couples that remain will enter the final, and have a chance to win the £50,00 prize.
With raised eyebrows, Eris glanced up to see several shocked faces. Four people would be dumped tomorrow, and with her and Jake being in such a late couple, she wouldn’t be surprised if they received less votes.
After a moment’s thought, she found that she wasn’t too troubled. She came to the show to find a partner she could have a future with, regardless of whether or not she won. After today’s events, she could safely say that Jake was that person for her, and she for him. Money was always nice, but if she and Jake were to leave the Island early, she wouldn’t shed any tears over it. Part of her was excited to be back home anyway.
Beside Eris, Jake squeezed her hand. She turned to him and saw a relaxed smile on his face, and she knew he shared her thoughts. Eris smiled back.
A few of the Islanders made small comments about tomorrow’s dumping, but other than that, everyone was quiet, the reminder of the competition looming over their heads. They all went their separate ways to wind down for the night and prepare for bed.
Jake went off to chat with the boys while Eris joined the other girls in the dressing room to remove their makeup. Cherry continued throwing sour looks her way, but Eris refused to spare her single glance. She’d had too long of a day to have the energy to rehash the same argument with the younger girl, and besides, Eris was still over the moon about her and Jake being an official couple. Like Levi, Cherry’s anger didn’t warrant any real reaction from her.
Bless Jen for easing the tension by starting up a quiet conversation with Eris.
“I can’t believe our summer’s nearly over,” Jen murmured.
Eris smiled gratefully and responded, “I think it’s the right time.”
“You think so?”
Eris shrugged. “We all tried our best, and some of us have really found the right person.”
Cherry scoffed and rolled her eyes before shooting up from her seat. Jen and Eris watched warily as Cherry stalked out of the room without a single word, her hands clenched into fists.
Jen pursed her lips. “Don’t worry about her, babes. Give her time. She’ll come around.”
“Can’t say I particularly care,” Eris murmured. “It wasn’t like we were ever on friendly terms, and I doubt we ever will be.” She lifted her chin. “But I don’t regret what I did.”
Jen patted her hand. “And you shouldn’t. We all need to put ourselves first.” She paused for a moment, contemplating. “I don’t think I was doing that when I first came into the villa. I tried too hard to keep Levi coupled up with me. I just think I had to find myself first.” A smile spread across her face. “And then I found Tim. I think I achieved everything I wanted. I’m really proud of my journey in the villa. I think I’m living my best life.”
Eris scooted over to squeeze Jen on the shoulder. She had come a long way from the girl Eris had originally met the first day in the villa. Jen and Tim had since become some of her closest confidants, especially in the last several days. As ecstatic as Eris was about the way things turned out for herself, she was just as pleased for her friends.
“I’m happy for you, Jen. Really.”
“Babes, thank you!” Jen grinned and lightly elbowed Eris. “I know you must be feeling good about your experience too. In fact...” She leaned in as she glanced around, whispered conspiratorially. “I kinda know something I’m not supposed to tell you.”
Intrigued, Eris quirked a brow. “What? What do you know?”
The glint in Jen’s eyes was unmistakable. “Where do you think Jake is right now?”
As if on cue, Jake peeked his head in the dressing room, scanning around for Eris. When he spotted her, he grinned. “Hey, you. Can I borrow you for a chat? Once you’re finished, of course.”
Eris smiled back. She hoped the butterflies in her stomach just from seeing him would never go away. “Of course.”
“Great. Give me a couple of minutes, then come meet me on the roof terrace,” he said before ducking back out.
She stared after him for a second, even after the door had closed, then she turned back to Jen. Jen’s expression was full of barely contained excitement.
Eris playfully narrowed her eyes. “Should I be expecting something big?”
With an innocent shrug, Jen replied, “I really don’t know, hun, but I think Jake has something he wanted to tell you. Maybe you should find out!”
Eris bit her lip. She wished she hadn’t taken off all her makeup. Clearly, whatever Jake wanted to say to her was important.
She forced herself not to run straight to the terrace and instead idly cleaned up her little station. It couldn’t have been more than thirty seconds before she gave up, growing restless. Jen offered a gleeful smile as Eris left the dressing room and hurried to the roof terrace.
With an eager spring in her step, she threw open the door. Eris gasped and froze at the sight that greeted her.
The terrace glowed with soft lights from several small candles and the string lights hanging on the walls. There were so many candles that it diffused the normally chilly rooftop with enough warmth to tingle her skin. And petals, rose petals littered around the place, scattered all over from the floor to the benches. A bottle of wine and two glasses were propped up on the table, and standing right in the middle of everything was Jake. He had spun around at her abrupt entrance, but when he spotted her, he beamed.
It was the most romantic gesture anyone’s ever done for her.
Eris stood at the doorway, mouth agape.
“Are you kidding?” she exhaled.
Jake looked around at his work. “Well, it wasn’t all me. I got Jen and Tim to help. But... yeah.” A flash of uncertainty crossed his face. “Is it... okay? Do you like it?”
She barked out a laugh and hurried over to him, throwing her arms around his neck. Relaxing, Jake sighed and engulfed her in his embrace.
“It’s beautiful,” Eris whispered. “Thank you. I don’t even know what this is for.”
He pulled back and met her eyes. “This has all happened pretty fast for us. I just wanted to show you that this, that you really mean something to me.” Jake cupped her face in his big, warm hands, and she melted into him. “We’ve only officially been together since this afternoon, but this is something I’ve wanted for a long time,” he murmured. “It’s not a spur-of-the-moment thing.”
“It’s not for me either,” Eris returned. “It’s always been you, remember?”
Jake released a contented sigh and rubbed his thumbs over her cheekbones, then he let go to pull her towards the bench. “Sit with me.”
He took her hand as they sat side by side, their thighs flush with one another, and once they were settled, he turned to her. Eris had no idea what else he had planned for them tonight, but she couldn’t contain the grin spreading across her face. His own lips curled into a smile.
“I love that you’re so chill,” he chuckled. “It makes me feel calmer.” He nodded his chin to the wine on the table. She noticed that one of the glasses was nearly empty. “I would’ve waited to open it with you, but I needed it to calm my nerves.”
Nerves? Jen did mention that Jake had something he wanted to tell her. At the reminder, Eris straightened and twisted her torso to face him directly.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
Jake took a deep breath before speaking. “I’m a real romantic at heart. I’m sure you know that by now.”
She cast a wry glance around the decorated terrace. “I think I’m starting to get an idea, yeah.”
His lips quirked. “I wrote you something to let you know how serious I am about us as a couple.”
Eris’ breath hitched, but when she remembered the poem he’d written for Talia, she held back a laugh. Something told her he hasn’t improved much as a poet since then.
Her theory was proven right when Jake recited, “Roses are red, violets are blue, you took a chance on me, and I’m committed to you.”
She broke out in a wide grin, the same kind a proud mother would give a child for some macaroni art. For someone so good with words, he wasn’t the most eloquent poet. Still, Jake and his elementary rhymes were so adorable, it hurt.
Eris leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek, and with bright eyes, he shot her a cheerful look, evidently pleased with himself. The man was actually a puppy dog.
“That was well corny,” she uttered, “and I absolutely loved every bit of it.”
Jake’s laugh was full-on, loud and free, and she couldn’t get enough of it. She wanted to hear it every chance she got, every day they had together.
“Always the honest one,” he said through his laughter. “Either way, I’m glad you liked it. But maybe I should stick to cooking, yeah?”
Eris adamantly shook her head. “Corny or not, no one’s ever written me poetry before. You’re just... you’re the sweetest man, Jake. We’ve been together less than a day, and you put in the effort to write me things and set up this roof terrace for me. I don’t —” She let out a helpless laugh and took one of his hands in her lap. “I don’t know what to say. You make me really happy.”
She avoided his gaze as her cheeks burned at her rambling, but she refused to take back her words. Things between her and Jake had moved fast, but it felt right, more right than it had been with anyone else both in and out of the villa.
Jake was silent for a drawn-out moment, and her cheeks grew redder. When he sucked in a breath, Eris finally glanced up. She was taken aback at the intensity that had formed in his gaze.
His next words came out in a rushed exhale. “Will you be my girlfriend?”
Eris’ eyes bulged as she gaped. Girlfriend? She had no idea the depth of his feelings — let alone the existence of them — until a few hours ago, and now he was asking her to take another big step in their very new relationship. She at least understood why he had been so nervous earlier.
At her reaction, Jake pushed on. “I know it’s a bit soon, but you make me happy too. Like, stupid happy. I’ve never felt the way I do about you with anyone else.” He paused, his intense stare growing so tender, her breath caught in her throat. “I’m falling for you, Eris,” he whispered. “I don’t even care about winning or being in the final. I just want to be with you —”
“Yes,” she blurted.
As if she even needed convincing in the first place. Eris was ready to commit to him the same way he admitted he was to her. She’s been ready for some time now.
He paused, blinking, and then his face split into an enormous, radiant smile that wrinkled his eyes. Her heart burst at the sight as she beamed back. Taking her face in his hands, Jake brought their lips together in a passionate kiss. Despite its fervency, there was a gentleness to it too, and Eris knew they’d have hundreds, thousands of kisses just like it.
Her boyfriend. She rather liked the sound of that.
When they pulled apart, he pressed a final kiss to her forehead. Her skin tingled where his lips lay as he spoke.
“I can’t believe you said yes,” he exhaled.
Eris snickered. “Did you really think I’d say no?”
“Maybe. Yes. I don’t know.” Jake reared back to look at her with a relieved smile. “I wasn’t sure what would happen. Besides, I’ve told you how overconfidence is a killer. I couldn’t be too certain.”
“Well, you’re officially stuck with me now. No takebacks.”
Jake smoothed his thumbs over her cheekbones. “Good,” he murmured.
They stayed on the terrace for a little while longer, talking idly and drinking a bit more. Eris would have loved to spend the rest of the night there with him, but exhaustion started creeping on her. Once they finished off their glasses of wine, they decided to call it a night, leaving the terrace hand-in-hand.
Despite how tired she was, she was brimming with elation. For the past few days, Eris was sure she had screwed over her chance on the show to find a partner. Now, she was leaving the island with the sweetest, most adoring and thoughtful man, a man who also happened to be her boyfriend. Funny how different her day turned out when it started on such an awful note, but maybe she should’ve expected it, being on Love Island and all.
By the time Eris and Jake returned to the darkened bedroom, the rest of the Islanders were tucked into bed, all apart from Jen. She was hanging around by the entrance, seemingly waiting for them, and when they finally showed up, Jen squealed. She quietly cheered and congratulated them with a hug. Jake whispered an additional thanks for helping him set up the terrace, and Jen winked before whisking away.
Eris and Jake changed and got ready for bed, then they climbed under the duvet together, cuddling close. His arms tightened around her, and in seconds, they both began to drift off. Before succumbing to a peaceful sleep, Eris let one last smile grace her lips as she remembered how unspeakably good it felt to be his again.
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From the prompt list? I'm sending in something simple with will, hopefully, just go in any direction you want. And that's "Always." For whichever pairing you wish :)
posting this before i chicken out, because i’ve been at this for like eight hours already lol. trying my hand at a little shakarian [petrakarian, in this case], and there’s a sprinkle of happiness if you squint ;)
edit: i’ve also never written garrus before honestly. definitely tried my best but i’m sure there are mistakes in there somewhere. regardless, happy to provide.
pairing: brione petrakis/garrus vakarian. word count: 2,611
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She's putting it off. Leaving, as it was.
Honestly, she doesn't know why. Her bags are all packed, her dress blues are pressed and folded on the cot next to her. Her datapad has been prepped to send all of her reports straight to Alliance Command. Yet she's left her comb in her duffel, hair decidedly unbrushed around her shoulders, still sitting in her fatigues and they're only an hour out from the Citadel. She could be in the crew quarters, going over any possible assignments they could give her. She could be trying to get another couple of winks in. Anything other than being here, and desperately hanging on to what felt like the last thing she had in the galaxy.
It would've been so much easier not to be here right now, but nothing in the last year had been easy. It's harder to force herself out, hell she's been sleeping in here for the last week or so.
The lights flicker just above her, the battery still stuttering in a way that frustrated Garrus to no end. Not that they had much need for it these days, but she'd offered to take a look at it. He'd been content to let her sit nearby. Talking about trivial things during the first few days after the suicide mission with some of her senses glossed over by pain meds, maybe more than a little wine in their systems. Then it waned into painful silence as they grew closer to the station, wine bottle empty and all sentiments aired. All the things she knows she can't say, all the things she wants to.
She rolls another bandage around her hand, pulling taut. It'd been her good hand too, a lucky shot taken by a Collector that had left her unable to snipe properly during the last leg of the base assault. Still bruised and trying it's hardest to bleed through. Mordin hadn't been there to do it properly, so it had been her, hearing gunshots against the barrier they'd set up, blood gushing from her hand with Garrus asking her if she was alright. Medi-gel spilling from her shaking hands, only being able to offer suppressing fire with her Carnifex before Shepard told them to retreat. Her wrist whined from the motion, and she barely catches a blue eye darting between her and the UI when she groans.
"Still bothering you?" His voice is softer than usual when she catches him in the act, hands stilling over the keyboard, "Chakwas should really take a look at that."
"She can once we're back in Alliance space," Brione haphazardly cuts off the end of it, tucking it under one of the other wraps. She tests a smile with the nearly healed scar on her lip, "Besides, you're the one who was apparently up and fighting with Shepard not even two days after you nearly died, Garrus."
Another beat of silence before he starts again, mandibles flaring as he sighs. Exasperated with her, maybe. He'd been bothering her about it for days now, usually asking how it was and if she needed anything, "We Turians are a bit hardier than our human counterparts," He gestures to the scarred side of his head, bandage recently removed. "Brione-"
"Don't." She lays the gauze down next to her, unable to meet his eyes. She doesn't want to think about the fact these are their last days together, the fact this could very well be the last time she hears him say her name. There wasn't much guaranteed after their non-human crewmembers stepped off the ship, nothing saying he had to stay with her, even over light years separating them, "I'll see Chakwas once, once everyone is gone. Shepard will have my head if I lose a hand before we get there anyway."
"You can't hide in here forever, Brione," Is all he says, giving her a concerned look but finishing his diagnostics on the console first, "No reason in putting it off."
This talk has been a week coming. He hesitates, unsure of himself while she tries to will the tears away, turning away from him. What was she, six? She could handle a suicide mission (which they'd all nearly died on), so why was saying goodbye, saying see you later, saying that she'd see him again soon so hard? She was a captain of the Alliance military, not a babbling schoolgirl with a crush.
Except, that's what it felt like, navigating a relationship with him. She'd downright giggled at something he'd told her.
Does he know just how much he means to her?
It wasn't as if extranet access would be blocked for her when she got back to Earth. By every law that Shepard had learned (and in turn exploited) surprisingly quickly, most of the human operatives aboard the SR-2 wouldn't be arrested under the same duress she would be. Brione could still send messages to Palaven, could still say hello every once and a while.
Hello wasn't the same as being able to sit in a comfortable silence with one at the console, the other completing her daily reports with her legs folded under her, hair tied up in a messy bun at the base of neck. Hello wasn't the same as finding leftovers from the dinner prepared earlier and pulling all-nighters just to spend some time together.
Brione wasn't sure when this had turned into more, when she had started to want more. When she couldn't think of a tomorrow without him. At first, she'd just entertained it as little more than a fling, if she was going to die at the end of the year, then she could cross a few things off her bucket list. And, he was a friend. They'd met a few years before the SR-1, a one off meeting during her shore leave. Then they'd been squadmates, fighting their way through waves and waves of Geth, two snipers snipping at each other for their aim. It boggled the mind that it'd been so quick after Alchera, that she started to discover little things about him when she had little else to do. The small visits about the battery that turned into hour long conversations once she'd rejoined the Normandy. One or the other venting about a minor problem or a large one they'd held onto for so long they'd made a joke of it.
He'd patiently listened when she recounted the dressing down she'd been given after Torfan and the therapy sessions she'd attended afterwards. That, she'd never told anyone about in detail. Hated reliving the day, but it slipped from her mouth so easily while she'd been sitting on the crates. Then she'd sipped on some sort of tea Shepard had picked up on the Citadel, listening to him about Sidonis, about his time on Omega in general. That by the time they were within range of the relay, she'd simply decided she didn't want to let go. That there wasn't anyone like him, that there was so much left that she still wanted. They'd spent the night on the cot he'd dragged in here sometime ago, and she'd never felt so alive.
Then they'd survived. And then there was a whole new life expanding before her, with the Reapers looming over them. But she'd lived, they'd lived, and now she wasn't sure what they were. It wasn't a fling anymore, but she didn't know where he fit into her life.
Whether he wanted to fit in her life. She's sure he could have just about anyone, and he hadn't seemed too upset, giving her the way out of asking whether she wanted something closer to home.
How did he become her home? It could've been anywhere else, on Earth, in London, on the Citadel. But instead, it was a certain Garrus Vakarian.
"This isn't -- it isn't the end, Brione, not if you don't want it to be," He holds a hand out to her, "If I know Shepard, and I'd assume I do, she'll get us back into the thick of it within a couple months. If that."
"That might be a little optimistic," She responds, toying with her hair for a moment before grasping his hand, pulling herself up off the cot to look at him properly. She gently holds a hand against the scarred side of his head, brushing the rough plates with her thumb, "I would've been rather stupid to think this would last forever, running into the sunset. I'm just glad we had what we did, Garrus."
He leans into her touch, his other arm snaking around her waist. Why did it have to be him that she'd become attached to? The first person that'd make her feel more like a living being than a cold blooded killer that remained a few seconds from death every time she stepped off the ship?
Why is he all she can think about these days?
"I," He pauses again, "I'll always just be a comm away. If that's what you want, of course."
"Always, hm?" She asks, "Don't know how timezones work from Earth to Palaven, but if you haven't noticed, I'm not much of sleeping person. You could lose a lot of it, talking to me. But you've never minded it before now, I guess."
"It'd be better than nothing." He responds, when she drops her hand and instead pulls him closer to her. Maybe it's not the most comfortable with him in armor, and her still regularly needing their dwindling supply of pain meds, but she just wants to feel something, anything. She can't go back to the way things were, alone, and cold in an alliance apartment with nothing but her next meal going for her.
"I don't want to leave you, Garrus," She admits, her voice cracking. Brione won't cry, she wills herself not to, even as the dam strains against them, "You, damn you, you're...everything."
"You're...lovely yourself, Brione. Not like I'm itching to leave either, not when everything's already going right for once," He responds, the words thrumming through what she thinks are Turian subvocals. If Turians even can whisper, she's pretty sure he is while gently running his hands through her hair, then trailing down her back, "But I'm not sure I look all that good in...what was it Shepard called it? 'Jumpsuit orange'? Not sure how friendly the Alliance would be to me either."
"Probably not very," She tries to laugh, tries to force anything out at all, but instead all she gets is a choking sound that she could compare to a varren. A rogue tear slips out anyway, and all she hopes for is that Garrus can't see it. Why is she falling apart? Why now? She has a million and three battles under her belt, and this is what shatters her? Not a shotgun, not a scion, but this.
She'd said goodbye to so many people before. To her various adoptive parents over the years, her old COs, even Alenko more recently. None of them destroyed her like this was.
Relationships. They're impossible. They're weaknesses and vulnerabilities that your enemies are just waiting to take advantage of. Even more if your's is a cross-species liaison, one that shouldn't have become everything that it was now.
Brione doesn't want to live without him.
She can't bring herself to say it out loud, so she doesn't. He holds her a little while longer, they don't say anything but reassuring the other all would be well. Or at least they try, and it dissolves until silence when there isn't anything to say but repeat themselves ten times over. They sit for a while after that, time whittling down all the while. Her hands fit a bit oddly in his, but she can't find herself wanting to let go all the while.
Shepard's voice comes over the comm with a timer on their arrival, and she has to pick up her things, fastening the last button on her jacket and throwing her duffel bag over her shoulder. Garrus offers her one last lingering forehead touch when they reach the airlock, and she kisses him softly, knowing if she stays any longer, she won't be able to leave.
But she does. She has to be able to.
She sees him off, the glint of his blue armor the last thing she sees. She thinks she's the perfect picture of someone who was trying (and inwardly failing) to stay afloat with a forced grin and a wave as he walks off. Brione doesn't care, as much as the crew teases her about calibrations in more than one capacity. A few get a smile out of her, but she feels numb the rest of the way to Earth.
Cold. It settles in like an all too familiar blanket. The chill of not really seeing the faces of the people around her, nor acknowledging what they had to say.
She slips back into her normal routines, after the hearing. Doesn't even realize it at first, but without her usual visits to someone who wasn't dolled up in Alliance blue, there's nothing to it. She's shuttled back to the Citadel after a month, sent to work with Udina. A liaison to Alliance and from the Council, is effectively her job description. It's like clockwork, sleep, work, find something to eat if she was feeling physically up to it, work until she couldn't, then reluctantly sleep again. Fix up her sniper rifle on the weekends, take it to a range to keep herself sharp.
There's no Turian on her six though. No one there to bother her that her shot is off just a few inches so that clips the outside of the target.
She sees his face in every single one that walks by until they all blur together. She hears his voice in every C-SEC officer that speaks to Udina, to her.
It isn't until two months later that she receives a mail on her comm. Right in the middle of another one of Udina's tirades about the lack of Council support and funding, she opens it like any other email she'd received before. Calculating, tired, she reads over the sender, the subject line and is halfway through scrolling through it when the glaze over her eyes recedes and she realizes just who it is. Her breath catches in her throat, taking her leave for the afternoon.
She finally gets a call after work that day. And just as suspected, it keeps her up all night. There's so much to say, so much that she hadn't known. Her new job, his new task force. And yet, he still seems so indescribably happy to see her. That her eyes are barely being held open to focus on him, but that he's here, as much as he can be.
"Sure you don't want to take back that offer of always being on the other end of the comm? Now that we've done it, I might get a taste for it," She says, yawning as she absentmindedly rubs an eye. Udina will give her shit for being there late in the morning (in a couple hours really), but she doesn't care.
"As long as you want me to be," He nods, "Well, hopefully you don't start calling me at the oddest hours of the night or in the middle of meetings, but always, yes."
"Hm. I'll file it under consideration," She perches her head on her palm, taking in every detail the vid would let her, "Always?"
"Always. Now get some sleep, Brione," His voice softens, mandibles flaring into a smile as her vision blurs, "Good night."
Five months after that, communication to Palaven goes dark. The Reapers attack, and she watches wide-eyed as they touch down in Earth.
And her always becomes an empty promise with every refugee she watches come in during the days afterwards.
Garrus is not among them.
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They almost met before Saints Row 1. Gwen was a stripper working Tee’N’Ay and that particular night was theme/costume night. Johnny was going to get a dance from her but someone else beat him to the punch. (She remembered him as the cute Asian guy with the bad hair. (She secretly liked it)) During SR1, she eventually put two and two together, she was a little mortified but she wasn’t sure if he even remembered her from back then.
Towards the end of SR1, he remembered and point blank asked, “Yo, didn’t you use to be a stripper?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I knew I recognized those tits from somewhere!”
“Well, I’m just going to ignore the fact that you were staring at my boobs…”
They didn’t really think much of each other much in the beginning and bickered a lot. They really began to bond after he got shot in the knee and rescued.
Johnny crashed at Gwen’s place after Aisha’s death. It was during this time that Gwen got her ‘tramp stamp’ tattoo.
They flirted back and forth with each other. They have a very friendly, teasing type of relationship. They poke fun of each other but neither take it seriously.
They would spend a lot of time together and even invited each other to the other’s family events and diners. When asked if they were dating, they’d deny and counter it with “We’re best friends, why is it so weird that we’re doing things together?”
They are each other’s biggest enablers. They’re very protective of each other since ever since Saints Row 2.
A lot of their fans shipped them together but they (Gwen especially) liked to tease them with pictures. For example, she’d post a picture of some Freckle Bitch’s along with a glass of wine and a beer bottle and call it, ‘Date Night’.
Gwen was going to confess to him how she felt after the bank heist but things went south. Johnny felt the same way but was waiting on her to do something. (It took him a long time to move past his grief and even longer to feel ready for a romantic relationship.)
She didn’t take his ‘death’ too well but she grieved privately. And sometimes not in the healthiest of ways. (Drugs, alcohol, murder, destruction and casual sex (that one didn’t last for long))
Gwen played ‘Holding Out for a Hero’ in the mech suit on repeat during Johnny’s rescue mission.
She didn’t take long to confess to him how she felt after rescuing him, like a few hours after. (I’m sticking with the canon confession because I love it so much.) Gwen let the excitement die down a little before she pulled him aside.
Johnny’s loyalty mission was basically their first date. After Gwen and Johnny became a couple, they’re were very affectionate with each other and practically glued at the hip at times. (Making up for lost time.)
“I don’t think I can handle losing you again.”
“Don’t worry, I ain’t going nowhere.”
Johnny finally gets a lap dance from Gwen.
“It’s a damn shame there’s no stripper poles here.”
“Johnny, if you wanted me to give you a lap dance, you could’ve just asked.”
“Aight! What are you waitin’ for then?”
“Say please, you ass.”
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Chance Meetings: Morgan Rielly Chapter 2
Morgan Rielly Story
Chapter Two:
Word Count: 4.6k
September 2018
Two days was all it took for one blue eyed blond haired boy to take over my mind. No matter what I tried I couldn’t stop thinking about Morgan. This made me question why him? Why was I so captivated by someone I had one conversation with? Was it the way his blue eyes popped in the blue suit he was wearing? Or was it the way he interacted with his fans throughout the evening? These were the thoughts that had me staring at the ceiling as I lay in bed.
Man those blue eyes, they captivated me the minute he looked me in the eyes while I talked. It only took 10 minutes, ten minutes of talking to Morgan and having his undivided attention before he was pulled towards the stage to participate in a couple of games for the audience with his teammates for my heart to skip a beat.
10 minutes for my walls to start to crumble after I worked so hard to build them up. The intense connection that was formed in such a short period of time was what terrified me the most. It was like we were two strings being pulled together by some higher power. Even now I still couldn’t put into words the feelings I felt in that moment of meeting Morgan.
What scares me the most is that since Lucas I hadn’t even thought about another guy and now Morgan was all I could think about. Nevertheless if for some crazy reason he decided to pursue me I wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight.
When I saw that he had added me on Instagram I couldn’t help the excited giggle that came out of my lips as all kinds of thoughts flew through my mind. What if he felt the same crazy connection I felt when we started talking? What if he was just being polite and being Morgan Rielly the PR version.
With Lucas, I felt like I was always fighting for his attention but with Morgan, for some crazy reason, it felt like he was giving me his undivided attention even if it was only for the ten minutes we spoke.
These feelings made me question everything, especially all the walls I have been slowly building up since Lucas. My dilemma is do I listen to my heart or my brain? My brain says one thing and my heart says another. On the one side, these feelings make me want to run away and hide so that I won’t get hurt again but my heart is pulling me towards getting to know Morgan.
My mothers' words echo through my thoughts “When you are ever questioning anything follow your gut! It will never lead you wrong.” I guess now the question is do I follow my gut, heart or brain?
I quickly climbed out of bed and opened the curtains, heading towards my walk-in closet to get dressed.
I could hear my phone vibrating on my bedside table from the bathroom. I grabbed the phone and saw that Katie had messaged me.
BitchesForLIIFFFE: The doctor prescribed us coffees for our hangovers haha. Will you please supply the goods??? We totally shouldn’t have drunk that much wine last night.
Katie, Dani and I had a girls night last night which resulted in us finishing 3 bottles of wine.
Hailey: Hahaha I’m not feeling wine hung over! But I will bring your prescription lol.
Hailey: Did you really have to change your name in my phone to that? LMAO
BitchesForLIIFFE: You love it and MMEE ;)
BitchesForLIIFFE: 10th floor first set of elevators in the lobby. Loooooove you.
I quickly finished getting ready and headed to the front door. The Greens had just arrived back at the house from a morning at the park so I quickly gave the children a big hug and cuddle before heading out the door. One thing you should know about me is that I love walking especially on sunny days. I continued walking until I found a Starbucks just down the road from sick kids.
I grabbed the coffees and made my way to the hospitals front doors. Katie told me that they were on the 10th floor and to take the first set of elevators in the lobby. Just as the doors of the elevator started to open I noticed a pair of blue eyes looking at me. Once they were fully open I was face to face with the guy who I couldn’t get out of my head for the past 48 hours. I smiled as I locked eyes with Morgan stepping into the elevator.
“Hailey. What are you doing here?”
“I’m not going to lie, I’m kind of shocked you remember my name. You met a lot of people that night” I added as I look towards Morgan
“How could I possibly forget the name of the girl who is so beautiful that she took my breath away?”
I couldn’t help but smile as I heard what Morgan had just said. Morgan scoffed “Oh god that was so cheesy... feel free to laugh.”
“You’re so cute...” I stuttered over my words as soon as I realized what I had just said. “I mean I think what you said is cute.”
“That hurts Hailey... I can’t believe you don’t think I’m cute.” Mo said flashing me his gorgeous smile as he laughed.
Feeling a new wave of confidence I stepped towards him and got on my tippy toes whispering into his ear “Well, that’s because I think you're not just cute but you’re also very hot.”
Stepping back you look into his eyes and you could see his cheeks turn light pink at what you had just said. “I’m actually delivering coffee for Katie and our friend Danni. They are nurses here actually on the Tenth floor.”
“Really that’s awesome, I’m hanging out with the children today. I think we are going to make cookies and slime.”
Ding ding the elevator interrupted the moment and we quickly separated like we were caught doing something you would only see on Greys Anatomy and walked out of the elevator.
Katie just happened to be sitting at the nursing station that was closest to the elevator and saw the two of you step out of the elevator. Of course, she sent you a wink and wiggled her eyebrows in a suggestive manner. Rolling my eyes I made my way over to her handing her the coffee.
Katie quickly stood up and grabbed my arm leading me to the nurses break room.
“Have fun in the elevator? It looked just like a scene from greys anatomy where they get caught making out.” Katie whispered into your ear as she gave you a hug.
“Nothing happened but I did kind of flirt with him,” I said as I looked down at the floor. I still couldn’t believe I did that.
“Dam Hails! Get that,” Katie said as she smacked my butt.
“You know that’s sexual assault,”
“Not with you it isn’t.... you’re my wife nothing will ever separate us,” she says sending me a wink as we both burst into a fit of giggles as you guys made your way to Katie’s break room.
“Well, what happens when you and I both get married… to guys?”
“Psh they will just have to get used to the fact that you’re my wife and nothing will ever separate us. The Meredith Grey to my Christina Yang,”
About 15 minutes later Katie’s break was over so I headed towards the elevator. As I was heading in the direction of the elevator Morgan came out of nowhere and grabbed my arm pulling me into his chest and whispering into my ear “please stay and save me from a couple of the nurses! They are slowly undressing me with their eyes.”
Laughing you whisper, “fine, I can be your knight and shining armor.”
“Thanks.” He whispered as he let go of me.
I couldn’t stop the feeling of dread that washed over me now that I was no longer in his strong arms.
He grabbed my hand and interlaced his fingers with mine walking me to the nurses' station to tell them that I was going to stay with and help.
Morgan put his hand on my back as he led me into the room they were baking and making slime with the children. Once their Morgan announced from the doorway
“I know I was supposed to help you bake the cookies but Hailey here should help make the cookies instead! I heard she is an excellent baker... I will just eat them”
A couple of the kids came running over to me and gave me a big hug. The one girl grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the kitchen area. I looked up and saw that Morgan had made his way to the slime-making Centre. Morgan looked up every once in a while and we locked eyes and he would send me a wink that made my heart skip a beat.
I walked over to the group of children who were standing in front of the cookie making section. “Hi everyone my name is Hailey.”
A little girl who must have been about Ella’s age walked up to me and gave me a big hug. I bent down to her level and she climbed into my arms whispering, “you’re really pretty.”
“Awe Thank you, Elsa.” I said giving her a squeeze.
She gasped “you know Elsa?”
“I love frozen! My favourite is Ana”
I could hear choruses of “I love Ana too” “Elsa’s my favourite” “I like warm hugs like Olaf.” From the corner of my eye, I saw that Morgan was looking at us with a big smile on his face.
I helped the children mix, pour, stir and knead the cookie dough before it went into the oven. I looked over to see how Morgan was doing at his station and I could help but laugh at the scene in front of me. Morgan had a blue smile all over his hands, arms and even some in his hair.
The little girl in the Elsa dress grabbed my hand and we walked over to Morgan.
“Do you need any help?” I asked as I reached up and pulled some neon blue slime out of his blonde hair.
“Haha, what gave it away?”
“Blue slime is a good look for you! It makes your eyes pop!” you stated as you started laughing.
Quickly I started helping the rest of the children with their slime until I heard the ding from the oven. I took out the cookies and placed them on a plate so that they would cool down in time for the children to eat.
One of the nurses went up to Morgan and asked if he would read the children a book before he had to go. He quickly agreed and sat down on the floor with the children and started reading the book ‘Where the Wild Things Are’
I couldn’t help but smile as I watched the way Morgan interacted with the children. You could tell that he really enjoyed spending time with the children. What impressed me the most was that he came on his off day, without anyone from the maple leafs organization. He wasn’t expecting credit for visiting a hospital for sick kids he just wanted to spend the day with the children.
Once Morgan finished the story the children came towards you for their cookie. Morgan followed closely behind and stuck his hand out for a plate. “I have to test the final product or I won’t believe what Katie said about you being the best baker.” Laughing you hand him a plate and he takes a big bite.
“Katie was right! That is an amazing cookie. It’s only missing some ice cream on time.” He whispers.
After saying good-bye to the children Morgan and Hailey made their way back to the elevators.
“Any chance I could get your number?” Morgan asked as he fiddled with his hands.
After a couple of seconds of thinking it over you reach your hand out and say “sure.”
Morgan quickly reaches into his back pocket for his phone and hands it to you.
You type in your number and hand it back to him. He then texts you so you have his number as well.
“Uhm would you like to come to Trinity Bellwoods Park with me?” He asked as he looked toward the floor for a second before looking up into my eyes.
“Sure, it’s a beautiful day out today.”
“Perfect,” Morgan says as he places his hand on your back as you both walk out of the hospital and towards the subway.
The subway was packed so we had to stand close together. We were talking about how much fun the children had this afternoon when the train stopped suddenly which caught you off guard and you flew into Morgan. He quickly caught you in his arms and set you back upright whispering in your ear “don’t worry I got you. I didn’t think it would be this easy to get you to fall for me!”
I could feel my cheeks turn bright red as he said those words. I quickly composed meself and said “I was just testing your reflexes for the season. We can’t have our star defenseman having slow reflexes can we?”
“I think you just wanted to be in my arms.” He answered back sending you a smirk that made his blue eyes shine.
Once we got to Osgoode station we walked down Queen Street until we got to Trinity Bellwoods Park. Morgan suggested that we get some tacos from a place across the street and eat them in the park.
We sat down on the grass and ate our tacos as we talked about Vancouver.
“So why did you go to Vancouver?” Asked Morgan before he took a big bite from his taco.
“They had the best program for the ECE degree in Canada. After I graduated I wanted to stay in Vancouver so I found a nanny job. Originally it was only a one year contract, but I’m still working for them today and it’s been 3 years.”
“Wow, that’s amazing. You must really love them if it’s been that long.”
“It’s not even a job because they are my second family”
“You must love your job as well?” I asked as I reached down to grab a drink from my water bottle.
“I love the hockey part, interacting with fans, and being able to accomplish my dreams. The business side of hockey though not so much.”
“When does the hockey season start for you guys?”
“Training camp starts this week for 4 days. Tomorrow we do the fitness testing and on Tuesday we head up to Niagara for practices, and scrimmage on the ice.”
“That sounds like a tiring couple of days,” I said as I got lost in his blue eyes.
“It’s tiring but worth it at the same time because it means the hockey season is about to start.”
“Nate the six-year-old I look after just made his rep team!” I said as I moved closer to Morgan to get a better view of the CN Tower in the distance. It looked beautiful with the trees in front of it.
“Really that’s awesome! If you can you should bring him to Niagara for a day so he can see practice and scrimmage.” Morgan said as he pulled the ‘move’
You know the one from cheaper by the dozen when Sarah goes on a date with Elliott and he puts his arm around her at the movie theater.
I couldn’t help but quietly giggle as I pictured the scene as Steve Martin and Eugene Levy get in the shoving match and Steve falls over the railing.
Morgan notices your quiet giggle “what?”
“Not that I don’t love your arm around me because I do, but you just pulled the move from cheaper by the dozen.”
Morgan burst into laughter, as he knew exactly what scene you were talking about.
“But about training camp, I will ask Jess but I can’t see it being a problem.”
“Perfect, just let me know.”
You nodded your head as you slowly leaned back into his chest so you could look at the CN tower as the sky slowly turned into night.
Pulling you close Morgan asked, “So tell me about your family?”
“I grew up about 45 minutes east of here in a small town. I lived with my mother, father, sister and German shepherd. They always encouraged us to find what we are passionate about and to pursue it no matter what. They were very supportive of me moving to Vancouver for 7 years.” I said smiling.
“What about you?” I added
“I grew up in North Vancouver with my mother, father, brother and my dog Maggie. I was drafted to the Moose Jaw Warriors in the WHL so I left home when I was a teenager. My family has always been very supportive of my dream and has done everything they could to help make it come true.”
We looked out towards the CN tower as the sun began to set. Today I had the opportunity to talk to Morgan more. After today I can see that he isn’t how I stereotyped him as. He is funny, charming, kind and very down to earth everything Lucas was not.
Looking down at your watch you see that it’s getting late and decide that you should probably head home even though you don’t want the night to end. Looking at Morgan I say, “ I should probably head home.”
We both stand up and Morgan pulls me into a long hug whispering “I really want to kiss you right now.”
I giggled as I said, “well I don’t kiss on the first date.” Slowly giving him a kiss on the cheek instead.
“When can I see you next?”
“How about when you come back from the training camp I will make you some cookies, just don’t tell your coach!”
“Mmmm sounds amazing! Can’t wait.”
Jess and Tom were watching TV in the living room when I got home.
“Come watch with us. We are watching survivor”
“Okay, just let me get changed into my pajamas.”
I quickly changed and joined them on the couch. While the show was on a commercial break, I started talking to Jess about Morgan.
I explained everything that had happened between the two of us and the feelings it is being up.
“Hails he sounds like a really good fit for you. You just need to follow what your heart and gut instinct is.”
“They are telling me that the connection between the two of us is undeniable”
“That’s your answer then. Continue to go on dates and see if there is something.” She said as she gave me a smile “who knows he might be the one!” She added as she sent a smirk my way.
You nodded your head as you leaned back further into the couch.
“I told Morgan about Nate playing hockey and making his rep team. He asked if I wanted to take him up to Niagara for the day to see training camp.”
“Wow, he’s really trying to impress you eh?” Stated Jess as she smiled at you.
“I’m sure Nate would love that. He can take the day off school and you can take my car to Niagara for the day. I will just work from home and watch Max and Ella.”
“Thanks, Jess, I’m sure Nate will enjoy a day with just the two of us.”
“What days is the training camp?”
“He does fitness testing tomorrow in Toronto then they are in Niagara from Tuesday to Thursday.”
“You guys can go on Wednesday!”
“Perfect I will text him now”
I looked down at my phone and saw that I already had a message from him.
Morgan: God you looked so beautiful tonight as the sun set behind you. I hope you got home safe.
Hailey: such a charmer.
Hailey: Talked to Jess and we are a go for Wednesday to come to see your training camp.
Morgan: Perfect! I will let security know so you can get passes to see me after it’s done for the day.
Morgan: try not to distract me while your there. I need to make the team haha
Hailey: As if you won’t make the team, haha but I will try really hard not to distract you.
I looked up from the phone as I hit send and I saw that Jess was just shaking her head at me and smiling.
“What?”
“You’re already smitten with him.”
I couldn’t help the blush that took over my face as I thought back to the date with Morgan. Maybe I was smitten?
I looked over at Tom and he was just shaking his head and muttered “girls” like we were crazy.
The show came back on and I was once again distracted by the show.
“Goodnight guys,” I said as I made my way back to my room.
The days seemed to fly by and it was already Wednesday. I got a bag ready for Nate and I and we headed to Niagara Falls for the maple leafs training camp.
I found an empty parking spot and quickly parked. Grabbing our bags and headed to where Morgan said to meet. When I got there I walked up to the ticket lady and told her my name. She quickly handed me two passes and told me that Morgan had left something for me. She quickly reached behind her a pulled out a blue drawstring leafs bag and handed it to Nate. We moved off to the side and Nate looked at me as if to ask if he can open it.
I nodded my head and Nate pulled out a children’s sized Reilly Jersey. He flipped out over and saw every player had signed it. Dam Morgan, I thought.
Nate quickly threw it on over his jacket and gave me a bone-crushing hug. I quickly hugged him back and we made our way to where everyone was heading to watch the practice. As we walked into where they were practicing a security guard walked over to where we were and nodded towards our passes. He walked us towards the glass and pointed to two seats. He whispered to me so that the people around us couldn’t hear
“Morgan told me that he wants your right at the glass so Nate can truly enjoy the day.”
I nodded and thanked the man as he made his way back to where he was originally.
We sat down in our seats and Nate asked if we could take a selfie to send to his parent. I handed him my phone and he took a couple of pictures of us.
He handed me back my phone just as the players started to step onto the ice. Morgan skated by us and gave me a smile and then got back to work.
Nate sat beside me enthralled in everything he was witnessing. He studied the defenseman worked on their drills, and he cheered when the players practiced their shoot out skills. Towards the end of the practice, the players started skating around and throwing pucks over the glass for the fans. Morgan stopped right in front of us as he nodded at me and smirked as he threw a puck over the glass for Nate. Nate quickly caught it and Morgan grabbed another puck and threw it to another fan.
Nate noticed that the little boy beside him was upset that he didn’t get a puck so he handed him his and said, “Here have this. I already have a signed jersey.”
I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my face as I saw what Nate had done. I was extremely proud and I pulled him in for a big hug.
The whistle blew signaling that the practice was over. The players quickly filled off the ice one by one and made their way to the locker rooms.
The same guard that came up to me before the practice came up to me again and said: “Morgan wants to meet you guys in the hallways once he was done.”
The security guard led us to a hallway away from other fans. Nate stood beside me excitedly talking about his favourite things about the practice.
Not long after we arrived Morgan walked into the hallway.
“Hailey, Nate! How did you like the practice?”
Nate looked between the two of you before saying “it was amazing! I want to be a defenseman like you.”
Morgan walked up to Nate and gave him a big hi-five and said, “I’m sure you will be better than me.”
You couldn’t help the feeling in the bottom of your stomach that erupted it’s was like a million butterflies were dancing as you watched the way Morgan interacted with Nate.
Morgan looked towards you and pulled you in for a hug.
As Morgan kept his arm around you Nate looked between the two of you and asked, “Are you guys, boyfriend, and girlfriend?”
Morgan and I both looked at each other. I’m sure my face was turning bright red before Morgan answered, “no we aren’t but I wish she was.”
I couldn’t help but laugh as Nate answered for me “you need to impress her, she really likes flowers and chocolates.”
“Noted,” Morgan said as he sent me a wink.
“Let me take a photo of the two of you guys so I can send it to mom and dad Nate,” I said as I pulled out my phone and nodded my head to both of the boys.
I quickly took the picture and hit send.
Nate reached for my phone saying, “now I need to take one of you and your boyfriend Hails.”
Man, that guy was on a mission to embarrass me in front of Morgan.
Morgan winked at me and said, “Come on Hails your BF is waiting.”
I teasingly stuck my tongue out at him and walked towards him. He put his arm around me and Nate took the photo.
Nate walked over to us and showed us the picture. Morgan whispered in my ear “please send me that.” I nodded my head and I stepped away from Morgan.
Morgan looked at his Watch and said, “I have to go and sign some autographs for fans. I hope you had a good day Nate. Hailey text me when you guys get home.”
I nodded my head and Nate gave Morgan a big hug. We made our way out of the arena and headed back home to Toronto.
When we got home Nate couldn’t stop talking about our day. After all the children were in bed Jess pulled me aside and gave me a big hug “you made him so happy today Hails. Morgan knew one way to your heart was my children and he made sure to make an impression on both you and Nate.”
I nodded my head and showed her the picture of Morgan and me that Nate took.
“Wow Hails, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so happy in a photo before.”
I nodded my head “ he is really making an impression on me and is making my walls to start to come down.”
I got ready for bed and sent Morgan a text
Hailey: thank you for everything you did for Nate and I. It’s all Nate is talking about.
Morgan quickly replied
Morgan: If you can’t tell I’m really trying to impress you.
Hailey: you’re doing a good job because it’s working.
Morgan: Goodnight beautiful. I hope you dream of me ;)
Hailey: Goodnight superstar. I hope you don’t dream of me because I can’t distract you remember.
Morgan: haha too late for that.
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Title: Cheater
Summary: Things with (Y/N) didn’t go the way he thought, bit he is OK with that.
Pairing: Reader x Hvitserk
A/N: This is the last chapter of the series, I hope you all like it.
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Part One,Part Two,Part Three, Part Four, Part Five
It had been three months since (Y/N) had walked out the door and metaphorically out of his life and Hvitserk still missed her.
He missed her everyday.
The first month he did everything he possibly could to get her to take him back; poems, flowers, jewelry, letters, text. He had done everything but slay a dragon and then fight Alfred to the death for her.
Mainly because there was no dragon and he was a lawyer with common sense; if her new boyfriend had a little accident he’d be suspect number one.
(Y/N) was never nasty to him, never yelled at him or told him that he was annoying her, that made it almost worse. It showed how good she really was, not just to him but to her very soul she was good.
It was in the second month he realized it was no use, she had moved on from him; onto someone better.
Third month Hvitserk had to come to terms with the fact that her new Alfred was better for her than he ever was. Alfred was faithful and he never judged her the way Hvitserk realized he always did subconsciously.
“That isn’t your best color babe.”
“You’re not actually going out in that? It’s way too short, we’re going to a family picnic not the club.”
“This is a very important business dinner, and I need to impress this client. Just stay by me and let me do the talking.”
Honestly looking back on their relationship Hvitserk is surprised she put up with him as long as she did; even if he had been faithful he was still no prize.
Now Hvitserk was doing his best to move on as (Y/N) had.
When he told his brothers that he was going to start dating again they had all let out a sigh of relief, all of them sick of him making a fool of himself.
He wished he could say that he swan dived into a sea of women but that’d be a lie.
It had been absolutely awful, he talked about (Y/N) on the first few dates, then started talking about how committed he’d be in his next relationship. He ran off more girls than he cared to recount.
Then came Mia.
She was great; gorgeous, loud and strong.
Mia spoke her mind while respecting him as a man, she never let him get too big for his britches; she didn’t let him walk over her or think he could control her.
Hvitserk loved it when Mia said she would wear what she wanted, and told him when what he said made him sound like Ross from Friends.
Of course Ivar was still best friends with (Y/N) and while they clearly were not as close as they’d been Hvitserk still knew what was going on with her life and saw her at gatherings.
Like the family reunion that he was at now.
His parents had rented out a whole park and hired cooks to handle the grills since his father, while a great businessman, burned any damn thing he touched.
There was games for the kids, and tables set up so the adults could sit around and play cards while they caught up.
Mia was nervous, it was her first time meeting any of his family and already she was meeting ALL of his family.
And his ex.
'You sure we shouldn't have brought something? I feel like I should have brought a casserole or like a cobbler.’ Mia said as they walked toward the picnic tables.
Where his parents were sitting and waiting for the others it seemed.
'Hvitsy!’ Ragnar smiled as he wrapped his son up in a bear hug.
'Put me down old man.’ Hvitserk complained.
‘But you are my boy, and I haven’t seen you in so long. Why don’t you call more?’ his father said dramatically.
‘Stop embarrassing him Ragnar, don’t you see he’s trying to introduce his new girlfriend to us?’ his mother said.
‘I saw, thought taking the attention off her would ease her nerves.’ was all Ragnar said.
‘Thank you, it did help...was it that obvious I’m nervous?’
‘It’s July and you’re shaking like a leaf, don’t worry we are friendly, I don’t judge my sons’ girlfriends unless they are extremely awful.’ Aslaug smiled.
‘Well I try to only be a little bit awful every now and then, keep it fun.’ Mia smiled.
Aslaug smiled slowly before she began to laugh.
‘Oh yes, we are keeping this one Hvitserk, go get the girl a drink.’ his mother said as she took Mia by the hand and pulling her to sit down.
Hvitserk smiled at Mia before heading over to the area with the coolers, as he reached for his girlfriend’s favorite wine cooler another hand touched his.
‘Sorry I-’ Hvitserk’s tongue became lead when he saw who he was speaking to.
‘Hvitserk.’ (Y/N) said.
‘(Y/N).’ Hvitserk replied breathlessly as he looked at her.
She had kept her hair short and she was still dressing differently than she did when they were together. Wearing a romper, sandals and a bit of jewelry, still she was beautiful just as she always was.
‘You look good.’ he commented.
‘Thanks, so do you.’ she replied.
An awkward silence fell over them, the noise being made was the chattering of the separate groups walking through the park.
‘I heard you brought someone.’ she said.
‘Yes, and I guess you came with your boyfriend.’
‘Fiance.’
Hvitserk mentally repeated that word three times before he confirmed that was indeed what (Y/N) had just said.
‘Alfred proposed?’ he asked.
‘Last night, I haven’t told Ivar yet, I was actually on my way to the usual table to find him.’ she answered.
‘Ivar is in the bounce house playing with Bjorn’s little monsters.’ Hvitserk said, pointing behind him where the bounce house was.
He had seen his brother jumping in on his way to get the drinks.
‘Well I guess I can wait.’ she sighed.
‘Don’t you think that it’s a little too soon for you two to be getting married?’ he spoke, trying to sound as reasonable as he could.
‘Yes I do and I thought about saying no last night, but then I looked at him. His stupid little boy face and I saw a future that I’ve wanted my whole life Hvitserk. I said yes because...he deserved me, and I deserve him.’ (Y/N) said honestly as her gaze finally met his eyes.
‘I deserve a good guy, and I won’t let hesitation be the thing that keeps me from getting him.’
Hvitserk waited a moment, he was expecting a bad feeling to settle in his chest; anger, jealousy, sadness.
Something.
Instead all he felt was an ever growing joy; he was really happy for her. Because she was right, she did deserve a guy that would treat her the way she deserved to be treated; someone faithful.
‘Well then, I’m happy for you (Y/N), give Alfred my best. If he wants...I can plan one hell of a bachelor party.’ Hvitserk smiled, surprised by his own sincerity.
(Y/N) let out a laugh and hit his arm playfully.
‘Don’t you dare.’ she smiled.
‘My parents are at the table wanna say hello, they’ve missed you.’ he said.
‘I’ll meet you there, I have to save Alfred before your uncle Rollo tries to start a middle of the day drinking game. I love him but that boy can’t handle more than one bottle of beer to save his damn life.’ she laughed before she turned and walk away.
Her laugh was always one of his favorite sounds when they were dating, it’s why he fell for her as hard as he did.
But their time together was over, and while he knew in his heart and soul that he would love (Y/N) forever he wasn’t in love with her anymore, and she wasn’t in love with him.
Surprisingly he was OK with that.
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Oh hey, long time no replies. And these are the first ones of this year. I have a hard time replying now. It’s not like I don’t have time - I’m doing okay, actually. I mean, I wouldn’t complain if there was less homework, but still. Free time exists. It’s just that I can’t bring myself to replying to either comments or messages...I replied to asks quite quickly though, which is something unusual for me. Usually that’s where I’m slowest. I don’t know, is this another weird anxiety thing? Like I know I can reply, but I just...don’t?
Anyway...let’s get that done now I guess. There’s a lot of these, apologies if something got lost. Maybe it’s my fault, maybe it’s not, all I know is that sometimes my activity feed doesn’t show me everything.
unstablesims replied to your photoset “Vlad the fashion icon strikes again.”
he's rocking that goth TM look lmao
I mean yeah.
unstablesims replied to your photoset “This brings back memories. Maybe he’s not evil, he just wants some...”
he's vv nice to his friends..... the problem is becoming his friend ��
I was going to reply with “if this ain’t me” but...actually once I get comfortable around people, irl especially, I’m awful to them D: (I can quite easily turn into the sarcastic asshole friend and no one believes me until I unleash it lmao) But anyway yeah I kinda can see Vlad to be that way, now that you mention it
#JusticeForVlad2k19
justkeeponsimming replied to your photo “End of the Year Tag 2 This time I was tagged by @justkeeponsimming....”
Ronnieeee!!! Your sims are SO gorgeous! Love love love this!
Aaaaah thank you so much! ♥
dandylion240 replied to your photo “I tweeted this last night but I want to share it here as well because...”
When Ross and Caleb finally got together. I'm still hoping Caleb changes his mind and turns Ross.
If I had replied to this a week earlier, I could’ve used my favourite eye emoji. Oh well. Yeah, it’s good he changed his mind, isn’t it? :D I couldn’t stand the idea of separating them.
jackssims replied to your photo “I tweeted this last night but I want to share it here as well because...”
The birth of Miracle! Caleb, Ross, and Sunset! The high school story and when Miracle and Adam got together as well!
ghkjahfljhk lately (I mean for the past few months) I’ve been really disliking Miracle and Adam’s storyline but for some reason when people mention it, they always say they liked it, so I guess I didn’t do that bad of a job?
Same with the good old Zoey storyline. Everyone who has ever talked to me about it said they liked it and thought it was interesting, but I’m over here like “gjkfjgfjhg don’t mention that mess to me ever again”.
melien replied to your photoset “Sunset spent the New Year’s Eve by playing sims. This is very...”
I'M LITERALLY DOING THIS RIGHT NOW
I feel personally attacked
It’s fine, we’ve all been there :D
I think I played sims too this year. Well, first we played some board games with my parents, then there was midnight, I cried, went to see the fireworks (while finishing a bottle of wine but I swear I wasn’t drunk)...oooh and then I watched a stream and edited my sims screenshots! Okay so I didn’t actually play but I edited the pics and like...these are still fun new year’s eve plans, am I right?
melien replied to your photoset “Dawn came over and the two spent hours talking about space.”
I love their outfits! Totally would wear something like this
I like Sunset’s style especially. Well, sometimes she wears clothes I wouldn’t, but for most of the time, it’s just comfy fun stuff I wish I had. Especially considering my dark phase is over and colours are slowly coming back to my closet :D
melien replied to your post “I have some random sims I could share. Anyone interested?”
Ohhhh... on one hand I'd always want sims from you but on the other hand I fear I won't do them justice because idk where to use them rn. Dilemma
pls ask
I’m always down for creating sims for mutuals and friends (I just never talk about it), so just let me know when you want one. Also, I’m sure you would do them justice. I’m really not afraid you would fail there. You know I love everything you do, so... :D
melien replied to your photoset “This guy ♥”
Ending 2018 on a high note
The best note possible
simtress replied to your photoset “Caleb: Isn’t it sad that there are so many ways a vampire can live a...”
i love the name caleb...♥
Me too! I’ve liked it since the first time I had seen it in an English textbook years ago.
dandylion240 replied to your photoset “Oh god please tell me I didn’t accidentally have risky woohoo on or...”
It'd be fun to see what their kid would look like.
I agree and I’m surprised I’ve never played with their genetics. smh ron
cafeheart replied to your photo
okay he's hot but this also makes me uncomfy for some reason asfdlkjaj put him back
jackssims replied to your photo
I agree he’s got a hot vibe going, but this just feels wrong tbajfnakcn
It is kinda weird, I’ll admit that (but “reimagining” him was fun). It’s like...taking away Caleb Vatore’s weird emo hair. I admit I’ve done that once but it was just to mock myself anyway. I wouldn’t do it “for real”. Emo hair must stay. Yes it’s dumb, but also, it’s iconic. we stan dumb hair
I’d say this is something similar. I don’t want to say anything about Ross is iconic, but...you get my point, right?
jackssims replied to your photoset “Ross: “Okay, I don’t like this. I have a theory.” Caleb: “I know what...”
👀
The funny thing here is, when I was writing this dialogue, I had no idea what was going to happen later.
jackssims replied to your photoset “Caleb: “I don’t…I don’t ever want this to end.” Ross: “You’re the only...”
Way to dodge that, Caleb
Oh yeah. He’s good at that
unstablesims replied to your photoset “Sunset: I know I said I’d work out today but I really don’t want to…oh...”
mood
An everyday one
alfalfalegacy replied to your photo “Sim Download: Cara Meadows she/her, bisexual Another one. I imagine...”
ahh she's cute! might have to nab her for my private save ;)
Yay, I’m so happy to hear that! :D
jackssims replied to your photoset “Everything about this picture is a big mood. You may tag yourself now.”
Tbh I’m both Caleb and Sunset
Relatable
tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Valentine: “Relationships and love aren’t really for me, but attending...”
Ironically her name is ValentineXD
Yup. Exactly. I bet it must be annoying for a person who couldn’t care less about getting into a relationship.
myopiccc replied to your photoset “Sunset wasn’t born to follow the crowd.���
Seriously!?!? I would never know THEY can use an umbrellas clever way! LOL
Lol they sometimes open it inside. Doesn’t seem clever to me :D But yeah, I didn’t expect them to sit down like this.
solarmoodlet replied to your photo “Sim Download: Enric Noel he/him, gay Sometimes a miracle happens and I...”
hes so cute. added him to my save. Tyvm!
Ahhh thank youuu!
tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “Simblr 2019 Goals”
I join you with the last point�� I kinda defeated social anxiety irl but the online anxiety stays. And they say shy people can communicate better online!
melien replied to your post “Simblr 2019 Goals”
I third the online anxiety, glad to know I'm not alone
I wish I could say I defeated it irl as well...things got better (mainly because I just had to get used to it and grow a thicker skin) but I’m still an anxious trainwreck 99 % of the time :D It’s the same online.
Also, instead of actually starting a conversation with people, I’m always like “oh you know, if you feel like talking to me, just send me a message, I don’t bite” but the problem is I know there’s a lot of us like that here and I’m not the only one with this fear of communication so maybe I should be the one to find the courage once
Wow that didn’t make sense but I think that only proves my point that I’m an anxious trainwreck :D
penelope-and-wonders replied to your photoset “You can put the umbrellas away, guys.”
What fun would that be? ��
Oh right, I can’t have a normal wedding :D It’s a universal rule that I should finally accept. Something would be wrong if everything went right for once.
tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo “Sim Download: Leigh Smith she/her, pansexual A long long time ago I...”
Omg, I looove her! ❤️❤️
Thank youuu ♥
green-productivitea replied to your photoset “Sunset: “What can I say? Freaking finally. Took you long enough to...”
The fact that she call him dad :O
Yep, she did. I love the relationship these two have.
yamekamerainbows27 replied to your photoset “Sunset: “You’re the woman that said she didn’t want a child, and you...”
Damn Sunset! You tell her girl ��
melien replied to your photoset “Sunset: “You’re the woman that said she didn’t want a child, and you...”
Go Sunset!
That’s what she deserves
sparkiemonkey replied to your photoset “I mean, Sunset was right. Dawn is adorable.”
she is totally adorable
Up until now I was always saying that this legacy has some Good Genes, now with Dawn it will be more like Cute Genes.
unstablesims replied to your photoset “Marcella: “What are you two doing?” Sunset: “Watching the clouds!...”
let them be dorks in peace!! lmao
Exactly!! No reasons to judge
cafeheart replied to your photoset “I would lie if I said I saw this coming.”
yknow if someone didnt have context for your legacy this kinda looks like caleb is murdering ross asdkfbbd
omg you’re right and I hate that you are right
vampcatsims replied to your photoset “Ross: “We’ve taken many risks already and now I’m taking another one,...”
noooo he's going to leave him at the altar god this is going to hurt so much
omg wow this is where scrolling down and reading new ones before old ones causes reaction mistakes cuz omg this is for realsies isn't it?
kyveria replied to your photoset “Ross: “We’ve taken many risks already and now I’m taking another one,...”
@vampcatsims don’t worry, ross has already had someone leave him at the altar so Caleb is going to stay ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Haha yeah, they’re going to be fine. I think. Can’t promise anything.
jackssims replied to your photoset “Caleb: “I…how can I say no to this? Yes, Ross. Yes, I will.” Ross:...”
Good! I was scared he was going to say no for a second ����
Imagine if he left him and I’d introduce a new spouse now. Or bring back Jordan. Or Marika.
Omg imagine I’d bring her back and she’d get her “happy little family” she claims she wishes for now.
myopiccc replied to your post “ - fave types of movies?”
Such a tense era! I'm a historic nerd too:)
Yeah, I love it! I mean, I don’t actually love it, there were some bad things happening, no freedom of speech and such, but for me, it’s an interesting era to learn about. I also think it’s important to know about these times because in a way, they’re still so similar to where we are now, we really should look back at them and try to not make the same mistakes...sadly, when I look at the situation in my country...sometimes it feels like people forget. Not just people like me who didn’t experience it and have only learned about it in History classes...feels like even people who have been there forget and it’s sad and frustrating and I wish I could do something about it. Okay rant over.
jackssims replied to your photoset “Caleb: “Tell me honestly. Did you expect me to change my mind with...”
Nice! But I swear if this somehow backfires and Ross ends up dying...
👀
dandylion240 replied to your photoset “This doesn’t even need a caption.”
Ross you better not have died!!
jackssims replied to your photoset “This doesn’t even need a caption.”
/ROSS/
ajkfaglafkghlahgfk I didn’t realize this would seem like he’s dying I’m sorry for causing panic fjaklflk
I just thought it was funny he set himself on fire and Caleb is over there like “nooo I agreed to marry this freak I have made a grave mistake”
princessdejamars replied to your photoset “Ummmm”
oh no not again
Yes. Yes again. And yeah, I could’ve left without saving. I didn’t. I was shocked when it happened and once I realized he’s pregnant again...you should’ve heard my hysterical laughter. Something is wrong with me and I don’t like it.
cafeheart replied to your photoset “Dawn: “Not a chance.”
sunset looks scared shitless asdkfjdbdb
"fhlakhfalklahkjjkij she’s kissing me I wasn’t prepared for this what do I do jgljfkjhlaafkgl”
jackssims replied to your photoset “Caleb: Nothing happened…I’m fine…I’m just gonna give this dog a bath...”
That's totally not going to lead to more problems later, Caleb, if anything *did* happen (/sarcasm)
Yup. It’s totally okay to do that.
jackssims replied to your photoset “oh shit”
Oh fuck
alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “oh shit”
wow
this is wild haha
Basically my reaction
jackssims replied to your photoset “Stella: “Dad, you’re home alone?” Caleb: “I think so.” Stella: “Aw,...”
jlkfdzsjlkfadg She's pregnant, he's pregnant, truly amazing
ikr
That’s a twist I truly didn’t expect at the end of this generation. Not that I’m complaining
jackssims replied to your photoset “Stella: “Anything else?” Caleb: “What? Is there supposed to be...”
/Caleb/
jackssims replied to your photoset “Caleb: “And that’s not all…” Ross: “Huh?” Caleb: “Nothing. Forget it.”
//Caleb//
See Ross and Caleb were made for each other because they both have a hard time learning from their mistakes lol
dandylion240 replied to your post “I WAS HOPING HE WAS PREGNANT WITH HIS FIANCE'S BABY NOT GETTING...”
There's a way to bend the rules. Since Ross will become a vampire. He and Caleb have forever to have a child together. So once Sunset takes over as heir I say anything goes for Ross after that �� but that's just me lol
Ooh, technically that could work! I didn’t even think about that. Good point. I don’t think they’ll have children together but I really do like this idea.
jackssims replied to your photoset “Ross: “Is there anything you would like to tell me?” Caleb: “I was...”
Good! Caleb got the courage to tell Ross
I mean he didn’t really have another option at this point
jackssims replied to your photoset “Caleb: “You’re not going to leave me now, are you?” Ross: “I’m...”
Wholesome Ross (he’s really come full circle tbh)
I kept saying he would get better and no one believed me. There you have it guys, he’s a changed person. Character development! :D
simtress replied to your photo “™¥ ♥”
*eeps! she's too cute1
ikr, I miss her ;-;
melien replied to your photoset “Stella: I can’t believe it’s actually raining on my wedding day. We...”
It's a free riiiiide when you've already paid
Is this a reference I am supposed to get
Because I’m dumb and don’t get it lmao
melien replied to your photoset “Sunset: “Say cheese hair!”
So don't ask how I remember it because I'm probably too invested lol but your theme with red hair/blonde(yellow) hair in gen 3 of every legacy? It continues
Omg I didn’t even realize! Sebastian and Lynn started it obviously, then in my Raven Legacy it was a little “easter egg” but this time, it’s a coincidence (a nice coincidence). I guess I just can’t have too many redheads!
melien replied to your photoset “oh shit”
The ultimate plot twist
The plot twist I normally would’ve welcomed but this time, I actually felt sorry for him. He didn’t deserve it the first time (aka the time I was petty and did it on purpose) and he didn’t deserve it this time either. But still. Aliens. I can’t just quit the game without saving when it has to do something with them, can I?
melien replied to your post “I WAS HOPING HE WAS PREGNANT WITH HIS FIANCE'S BABY NOT GETTING...”
Maybe babies for them perhaps?
Y’all really want them to have kids huh
melien replied to your photoset “Nooooo Rocket :( He’s old now!”
Can Caleb also turn Rocket? Vampire doggo would be fun
Man I’d love if that was possible (even though...I just imagined him biting the poor dog and that’s kinda weird). Buuuut...there’s something else that I did and it’s almost as good.
tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo “Sim Download: Minako Ito she/her, lesbian Traits: Good, Loner,...”
All of the Sims you put for download are so pretty! I'm grabbing them all!
Thank you so much ;-;
tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo “i was enchanted to meet you”
Aaahh nostalgia!
I knoooow ;-; I love them and I miss them and I want to play with them again
I mean I could, first I’d just have to finish the high school story and that’s...highly unlikely lol
tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “oh shit”
Aliens are in love with him that's true
New otp: Caleb/Aliens. Oh that's weird
They have a weird thing for Calebs
If you guys know a Caleb irl protect them
If you are a Caleb, well...I’m sorry
tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Rocket: Hey I’m old, just thought you should know…oh nevermind what...”
This is somehow sad=((
Yeah. I love this little dog so much :(
#replies#unstablesims#justkeeponsimming#dandylion240#jackssims#melien#simtress#cafeheart#alfalfalegacy#myopiccc#solarmoodlet#tiny-tany-thaanos#penelope-and-wonders#green-productivitea#yamekamerainbows27#sparkiemonkey#vampcatsims#kyveria#princessdejamars
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The Crush
A/N: What’s up everyone, so I decided to start drabbling in a few khh and kpop writings, with this being my first one, please let me know what you think I’m not that good so I just hope to grow! Thanks for reading this!! ALSO SODE NOTE Mostly all of my stories will be interracial being that I don’t read a lot of those and the fact that ya girl is melanin infused I just gotsta lol.
| First Story
| Christain Yu X Reader F
Word Count: 2,723
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Third POV
She stood in the crowd looking over at the VIP section, her nerves began to get the best of her. She was high in confidence before leaving the house her dress fitted right, her shoes are comfortable, her hair is slayed, and edges laid, she even gave herself a pep talk before leaving she knew she was ready for tonight.
Once she got inside the club and seen her best friend hanging around skinny models all of her confidence went out the window, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to match up to that level.
She runs her hand down the side of her dress smithing out wrinkles that weren’t there as she walked up to the booth they were in, instantly being let in as they knew who she was. Dabin had looked up to see her walking towards them, and a huge smile appeared on his face as he stood to greet her.
“Y/n you look... wow, if he doesn’t make you his, will you be mine cause damn girl!”
Just that compliment alone was enough to boost her confidence levels back up, She gave him a hug as his arms were opening for her as a smile played on her lips.
“ Thanks, Binnie~.”
“ Yo, what did I tell you about that name, it isn’t cute it’s annoying.”
She had laughed as they walked further into the booth causing her to come face to face with her best friend, and the man she loved but could never tell him since they were friends.
“ Y/n!!! When did you get here!! “
He had stumbled a bit trying to get to you through the small crowd of people that took up the booth space. As he made it to her his arms wrapped around her waist and he buried his face into her neck breathing in her sweet scent before he pulled away.
“ Come on I want you to meet some people.”
He started pulling her lightly to where he was sitting at initially causing her to tug gently back.
“ Ian I’m in heels no pulling.”
“Fine”
He went behind her and guided her by the shoulders to where he was sitting at stopping in front of two guys and a girl who were drinking and laughing at something one of the guys had said. When they saw the two approach all eyes were on them
“ Guys! This is the girl I was talking about y/n, y/n this is Jay Park Gray and Hoody. We are thinking about working on one of jays songs, and he said he needed a bomb dancer,, and I immediately thought of you.”
Christian has smiled patting her shoulders lightly before going to grab them both a drink. She was way too nervous by herself to talk to the trio about anything,, so she sat down and tried to keep to herself knowing that this method just wounded up work for long.
“ So how did you meet Christian?”
Hoody had asked Y/n causing her to jump a bit as she was knocked out of her thoughts. Y/n had smiled thinking about the way they had met through their friends.
/Flashback/
Leaning against the wall y/n was over the party her friend had dragged her out to be that it was just an album release party that she was dragged to.
Apparently not wanting to be where she was sitting in the VIP area just sipping on her strong drink hoping it would drown out the boredom in her life at the moment.
" So looks like your not having fun."
She had looked up at the owner of the voice as he sat down beside her with his own glass in hand before sitting it on the table in front of them, and stuck out his hand with a smile plaster on his face showing his pearly whites kind of made her heart skip a beat.
" Christian. "
" Y/N."
" Hope this won't sound rude, but how did you get in by the way? Didn't know Dabin knew you. "
" Well, he didn't he knows Christa I'm that hoe's friend. "
“ Well isn’t that kind of harsh?”
A small chuckle had come from him as y/n looked over at him seeing his shoulder shake slightly. He was attractive and wasn’t a douche bag this was a first for her.
“ No not at all actually she’s my best friend, and I love her like my sister so calling her a hoe is just a bit of tough love. “
She had added a small laugh after her sentence before looking down at her hands showing that she was just a bit nervous.
“ Dance with me.”
“ Um, I don’t-“
“ I wasn’t asking.”
He had grabbed her hand pulling her out to the dance floor and began moving in such an awkward way that just caused her to laugh a little too hard.
Christian has stopped moving to see that she was finally lighting up around him. with his goofiness and her personality he knew they would be great friends in the long run.
/end flashback/
" And it was all because of this club actually ha how funny. "
Hoody could see in her face that she liked Christian more than she was putting out there for them to listen.
" So when do you plan on telling him?"
Hoody raises an eyebrow at y/n as she crosses her legs and sits her hand under her chin with a small smirk on her face seeing that y/n had tensed up some as she started running her hands down her lap swiping off more invisible lint.
" I don't know what you're talking about."
" Oh come on, you can see it in your face when you told the story, you like- no love. You love Christain, so when are you going to tell him?"
Y/n had placed her clutch beside her as she sat back on the sofa relaxing a bit and looking out into the crowd seeing Christain dancing with one of the models she saw him with earlier causing her mood to drop a bit.
Hoody saw and instantly darted her eyes out to the dance floor to see what she was looking at before going back to the heartbroken girl.
" Because of that, He likes Asian models, and I'm a black girl who just so happens to know people. I can't do anything for him let alone get him far. Christian and I as a couple... it just wouldn't work. "
She shakes her head as she sits up trying to put herself back together before anyone saw her looking like a lost puppy. Hoody could see how much you liked Christian, so she took it upon herself as y/n's new friend to help her out a bit.
Hoody had turned to her right side seeing Jay still sitting there talking to a guy that just didn't look too important, so the pulled each of their hands making them stand up0 with her both parties looking at the girl as if she has lost her mind.
" Oppa, I need your help with something."
" Okay, but you didn't have to pull me like that. "
Jay takes his wrist from her hand lightly bending down to get his drink.
" Alright, what?"
" Help Y/n make Ian jealous. "
" What?!"
Y/n had yelled, luckily no one could really hear her with the music blasting. Jay had looked over at y/n, wasn't really paying attention to her when she first came over but now he was. She was attractive, and if he were looking to date, she would have been his first choice.
" Okay, but why?"
" Becuase she likes him, and she doesn't know if he likes her back nor does she want to tell him so this will just prove one thing ya know now go!"
Hoddy had pushed the two together and out of the VIP section forcing them to go out on the floor.
Anyone could see the nerves on y/n's face as Jay's hand quickly made its way to the small of her back guiding her lightly so they wouldn't get separated from each other.
Once entirely on the floor, y/n was still too nervous, so Jay went and got her a drink from the bar to loosen her up a bit.
" Here. This should help with the nerves."
" Thanks."
She had tossed the drink back quickly and swallowed it without flinching, and he got a strong one too so this made him like her a bit more.
" Okay, we have a strong one on our hands! Want another?"
" No that's okay, I'm driving tonight. Let's just dance."
A grin had played on his lips as he nodded complying with her moves as she had grabbed his hand moving her hips to the beat of Cheese and Wine. His hand dropped down to her waist as if he was guiding her. Y/n quickly loosened up as her little grinding turned into full-on twerking and Jay was loving every part of it, but Christian wasn't.
He was still out on the floor dancing with the model that caught his attention earlier, and now all of his focus is on Y/n and Jay. He knows that he doesn't have a say in what she does because it wasn't his place but seeing her with Jay it woke something in him.
He could tell that Y/n was having fun, but he just didn't want it to be with Jay; instead, it is with him and only him.
" What's wrong?"
The model had yelled a bit in his ear due to the music for him to hear her and giving her a short head shake before the model had nodded and gone back to dancing on him. That's when he realized how flat her ass was as she was trying hard to push it up against him. Christian had to go along with it to act like he didn't care about y/n being all up on Jay and having fun with it too.
" Hey, I'll be right back."
The girl quickly told him as she ran towards the restrooms which gave him time to escape. He had walked past Y/n and Jay, and it was as if y/n didn't care, she always ran to him when he was around but she was too busy having fun and smiling with Jay to notice him come back which kind of made him mad but he couldn't show that... not in public.
Christian had gone and sat beside Hoody who was playing a game on her phone, feeling his presence she had looked up and smiled.
" Where have you been?"
" Some model chick wanted to dance, so I said why not."
" You know you went for a drink and came back empty-handed. "
Christain had chuckled as he reached over and grabbed a vodka bottle sitting it on the table.
" Boom, a drink."
The two had shared a laugh before he had diverted his eyes back on Y/n and Jay, who was now grinding up and down t his song Sex Trip. Everything was getting under his skin, and he honestly didn't know why. He never thought of her in that light, she would always be his little sister, but now he doesn't know.
The two had come back from dancing with smiles on their faces as they were chatting on the walk back here before taking a seat beside each other a little too close for Christian's liking.
" WHere have yall been?"
" Oh! Hey Ian, Jay had pulled me to the dance floor, and we just stayed."
" But you hate dancing in clubs cause as you say ' It isn't really dancing. ' "
" While that may be true and I still say it! I had fun with Jay. We're actually thinking about leaving to go get something to eat. Yall in?"
y/n had looked over at Jay quickly to see if it was alright being that they had made the plan just for two so adding friends might mess something up, but he just nodded and smiled.
" I'm up for it, come on Ian say yes! It's 2:30, and I am hungry. "
Hoody had pulled at his arm a bit shedding out some agyeo while she was at it, laying the charm down thick until Christian cracked and nodded his head with a smile.
" Whoo! Let's go!"
Hoody had hopped up and walked like the model she was towards the exit knowing that if she ran, it would look a little too childish. Everyone had laughed at her as they watched her try and be normal as they were getting themselves together. Jay had reached his hand out for Y/n to grab to help her up but he didn't let go being that at this point in the night her feet were hurting and she needed support. Christian had walked behind them glaring at the back of Jay's head as he watched his arm move to rest on her waist as they made it to the door.
Hoody was far ahead singing her songs to herself, Jay and Y/n were a little bit behind her talking about their lives in America and how much they actually had in common, while Christian was in the back trying not to make it evident that he was jealous.
" Hey Ian, win me this!! "
Hoody had turned to see a minion plushie that she wanted, also wanting to get him away from Jay and y/n seeing that he was getting annoyed she had quickly dropped her smirk as she saw him walking over to her.
Y/n was taking a liking to Jay, even though he was only meant to make Christian jealous, she felt like he actually cared about what she said.
" So how do you like it here in Korea so far. "
" I mean I only been here for almost a year, and I think I'm in love, the food is everything the language is something I'm still learning, but overall I love it."
" Good, good. Maybe when we're both free I could show you all of my favorite spots... well not all I have to keep some to myself ya know."
His small joke earned a laugh from y/n as she nodded her head.
" Trust me I understand, and I would like that very much. To see where the famous Jay Park hangs at... I think I can make a killing off of that alone. "
" Hey, now you just using me."
Jay had tickled her side lightly causing her to yelp and run from his arms, Her laughs were loud enough for Christian to hear them as they had walked ahead away from them as he tried to get the small stuffed animal from the machine. After a few attempts, he finally got the stuffed animal which earned him a hug from the singer as she walked happily away from the game machine. Watching Hoody walk away and seeing Jay and Y/n playing around ahead of them made him think to himself.
* Do I like y/n*
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A/N:: Thanks for reading!! Wow!!! my first CLIFFY!! Should I do a part two? Please let me know!!!
As many notes as your hear desires will get me to post again!!
#thanks for reading#feedback always appreciated#my first story#Christian Yu#Scenario#ScenarioChritsian Yu#Imagines#Christian yu imagines#fan fic#DPR#dpr ian#khiphop#khiphoplove#jay park#khiphop imagine#aomg jay park#dpr live#love#Friends first#dating later
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