#then one day i’ve never heard of her again and forgot to text back like a fucking idiot
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can you do angst to fluff where reader had been rlly focused on her career/school and not spending a lot of time w kylian. so when she tries to make plans he acts really annoyed but he's really just hurt. it takes a lot for him to open up bc he doesn't want to seem soft. so when reader finally talks to him ab it he j expresses that he's sad and she reassures him and treats him like her little baby again 🥲🥲
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kylian mbappe x reader
She Hulk
You always wanted to be a lawyer, it’s always been your dream so when you got into the law school of your dream you felt like floating. Your family was so proud of you, your boyfriend Kylian was so proud of you, he always supported you and that was the most important thing to you. It’s been over a year now and you were still in school studying harder and harder every single day.
It was like you forgot how to live. You were constantly studying, burying yourself in pages and pages and barely living. You didn’t mean to do it but you ignored your friends and your boyfriend. One night he asked you if you wanted to go out with him but you were so tired and busy studying that you said no. Without giving him an explanation.
It was currently the weekend and you thought of giving yourself a well deserved break. You knew Kylian had practice that day so you wanted to surprise him with pizzas a movie night. You had the spare key of his apartment so when he wasn’t home you organised everything. From the pillows and blankets laid on the floor near the couch, to the pizzas cooking in the oven, from the Disney + home page opened on his TV to the candles lighting up the atmosphere. You were so excited about spending time with Kylian again that you thought he would love it too.
When he opened the front door he never expected to see you there, in the kitchen, cleaning what you used to make pizzas and smiling directly at him. He was kinda mad at you for ignoring him for more than a week. Honestly he was an attention seeker and he loved your attention so much it made him sad the fact that you ghosted him for ten agonising days.
“Surprise!!” you said smiling at him
“What is this?” he asked a bit confused
“I thought of making something special for our weekend together, I made pizza, we can watch a movie or two and then we can cuddle all night” you said - your smile never leaving your face
“I’m actually tired from practice” he said passing over you and putting his jacket on the couch. Your heart broke a little. You spent hours on getting everything ready for this night and all he did was ignoring you.
“Kylian?” you called him
“What?” he said not even looking at you
“Are you mad?” you asked him trying to figure out why he was acting that way “did something happen at practice?”
“No I’m fine honestly…why don’t you just go home, I’m quite tired…” he said and you couldn’t believe of what you were hearing
“Kylian…are you mad at me?” you asked him but he ignored you “Kylian! Can you at least look at me and tell what I did?”
“So it’s fine for you to ignore me for more than a week then come here and do all of this and expecting me to be happy to see you! I haven’t heard from you for more than ten fucking days! I had to text your best friend to even know if you were still alive! So yes I’m mad at you!” he snapped back at you raising his voice. He never raised his voice with you. Instead you always talked about your problems so it was scaring you his behaviour change.
“Kylian…I’m so sorry I’ve never meant to ignore you it’s just…I’ve been studying so much in these past days that I completely forgot to-“
“You forgot about your boyfriend that’s what happened…I thought - maybe it’s over, maybe she found someone else, maybe she doesn’t love anymore, maybe she cheated…” he said looking at you
“What! I would never cheat and you know that!” you raised your voice a little bit, this time making you angry accusing you of cheating
“No y/n I don’t…I haven’t heard from you for days so I don’t know what you were up to!” he screamed back
“Studying! That is what I was fucking doing! Studying because I have three exams next week! Not one, not two but three fucking exams!” you screamed back
“So you’re gonna tell me you have been studying for ten days without taking a break?” he asked in a sarcastic voice, still mad at you
“Fuck…yes Kylian! I was studying what do you think I was doing? I didn’t mean to ignore you! It’s just…” - and in that moment you felt a few tears fall from your face, letting all the stress of the past week coming out, all the sleepless nights spent on books, all the adrenaline bottled up in the past days coming out now “…you have no idea of how hard it is! I can’t fail these exams…I just I can’t…” you said, lowering your tone, tears falling from your eyes. Kylian’s heart broke when he saw you like this, proof that you were really stressed and, instead of helping you he was causing more stress to you.
“If you don’t want me here tonight it’s fine…I’ll go home but at least eat the pizza I made, is good…” you said, reaching up for your jacket and purse when his hand grabbed your arm
“Babe…” he said looking at you with a very sad face and that’s all it took for you to burst into tears, letting all the stress coming out “hey shh…it’s okay, let it all out” Kylian said while stroking your back. Your head on his chest and your arms around his neck, almost holding on for dear life.
“Baby it’s okay…I’m so sorry baby, I wished I’ve seen it before…you’re so stressed honey, it’s okay let it all out” he kept saying while helping you letting all of your stress out. After a few minutes you calmed down. Kylian’s hands wiping your tears away.
“I didn’t want to ignore you” you said truthfully
“I know baby, I’m so sorry…I wished I could have helped you before…”
“It’s okay It’s just hard…you know I’m not She Hulk” you said and he laughed a bit, still holding you close
“Why don’t we eat the delicious pizza you made and watch something? Preferably not She Hulk…” he suggested smirking at you
“What! She’s amazing! She’s a lawyer and she can kick ass! I’m basically her but without the superpowers and the law degree, not yet at least…” you joked, laying on the blankets while Kylian took the pizzas out of the oven
“Fine we can watch She Hulk” he said sitting next to you with the pizzas and you let the first episode starts, again.
That was all you needed. A little bit of relax with the man you loved most, it was perfect.
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Cactus Mug - Harry Styles Oneshot
Summary: After being away from each other for so long while Harry is on tour, y/n finally decides to go surprise Harry.
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Harry has been on tour for months now. Waking up to a cold bed alone every day is something he’s made known he absolutely despises. As much as he loves performing in front of his fans every night, touring can get lonely. And some days are harder than others.
Today has been one of those days.
The first thing I did when I opened my eyes was to check my phone for a text message from Harry.
And like almost every single morning, there it was. The notification bubble with his contact name in.
H: Missing you extra tonight. I can’t wait to finally kiss you and have you in my arms again. This house doesn’t really feel like a home without you. So I might have tried out that new recipe you sent me the other day. The mushroom risotto. Not sure where I went wrong, but it didn’t taste very good. So you’ll have to show me how to make it when you get here. Only one more week, yeah? Goodnight, my love.
Reading it, all I could think about was the disappointed frown he must’ve had on his face when he realised that he had messed up the food. Knowing him, he would have eaten as much of it as he could stomach.
It was then I decided to call my boss and ask her if there was any chance that I could work from home. I wasn’t 100% sure if she would grant it, but she must’ve heard the desperation in my voice and decided to show me mercy.
Before Harry, I’d never seen myself as someone who would be able to be in a long-distance relationship. In the past when situations where a relationship would’ve become long distance, I was always the one to end it, not being able to stand being away from the person for that long.
But with Harry it was different. With him, it’s worth it.
That doesn’t mean I’m not counting down the days until we can be together again from the minute he leaves.
Which is why I didn’t think the flight through enough and ended up having to sprint through the airport to make it to my gate in order to not miss my flight, knowing I definitely forgot to pack something I’m going to need but it’s too late to worry about that now.
The second I’m squeezed between a teenage girl and a middle-aged man on the plane at 12:05 pm, I fish my phone out of my pocket again with hands shaky from excitement and nerves. Both over seeing Harry again and the sneaky element of flying to him without him knowing I am.
Me: Morning, Angel. I’ve got a really busy day at work today, so I’m sorry if I don’t get back to you before late. And of course, I’ll teach you how to make it (what would you do without me?). I love you higher than the sky xx
I’m hoping he won’t ask me any questions about what I’m going to be so busy with since I’m a horrible liar, especially under stress.
My prayers are answered when his reply comes almost immediately. The text message attached to a photo of his sleep-puffed face with his eyes closed, pink lips puckered and his hair wild and curly from sleep.
H: Sending all my love and kisses to you baby. Good luck with your day. If you’re not too tired when you get home, we could facetime? I miss your voice so much.
Me: It’ll be nice to see your face again. I miss it.
H: If you miss it too much you can always just look at your lock screen, you know.
Me: Yes. This solves all of my problems! Bye now, my love.
I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from smiling like a psychopath as I type out one last text message and attach a photo I know will hurt his ego a bit before I set my phone to flight mode.
There hasn’t gone a week since the photo was taken where I haven’t reminded him of its existence. If I can’t share it with anyone else, I’m gonna share it with him.
It was taken almost a year ago in the hotel room we were staying in. Harry had demanded that I take a photo of him with his new cactus mug. The mug was adorable and literally looked like a cactus. He had been posing by the sofa when he forgot that tea is hot. The sip of tea he’d just taken had been sent flying everywhere as well as all the tea that was still inside the mug.
I thank the lucky stars every day for live photos.
While he had been panicking about burning his tongue, he had ended up dropping the mug to the floor. Something he says he’s still upset over.
So last week, when I saw a mug almost identical to the one he broke, I had to buy it for him. It’s safely tucked in my bag. My favourite hoodie of Harry’s is wrapped around it to keep it from breaking. Hopefully.
“You need to put your seatbelt on, miss.”
The polite voice snaps me out of my thought, turning my head to look at the flight attendant. It takes me a second to comprehend, what she says, but when I do I thank her quickly, offering her a small smile before fastening my seatbelt.
When I’m secured, I plug my wired AirPods in, and try my best to get comfortable for the six-hour flight ahead of me
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I’ve never really been a fan of flying.
The idea of being crammed in a metal box with a bunch of strangers high up in the clouds for a longer period of time just never appealed to me. Especially not with the occasional screaming baby.
But this might have been one of the least uncomfortable flights I’ve ever taken.
Sleeping for most of it might have a lot to do with it, but oh well.
I’m not gonna lie and say that it wasn’t a relief to finally exit the plane and stand in a building that doesn’t lift off the ground either.
However, that relief doesn’t even get close to the feeling when I finally lay eyes on my final destination.
When the driver finally stops the car, I’m quick to pay before I’m hauling myself and my bag out of the cab while thanking him over my shoulder. He drives off immediately, leaving me alone in front of the house I’m starting to think is empty.
The lights are all turned off and Harry’s car isn’t parked in its usual spot. He only ever parks it in the garage when he’s leaving LA.
A bit defeated, I take my keychain out of the outer pocket of my bag as I step up the few stairs leading to the front door. Finally, after fiddling with it for way too long, I find the right key.
Like I thought, the house is empty. There is no music playing anywhere. The TV is off and there is no sign of life as I drop my bag by the staircase.
Still, just the faint smell of him feels like a warm, much-needed hug.
Not wanting to spoil the surprise, but also wanting to know what he’s up to, I get my phone out of my back pocket and dial Harry’s number on my way up the stairs to the second floor.
He picks up before I’ve reached the top.
“Hi, love.”, Harry’s voice has a smile forming on my face within seconds.
I stop in my tracks, willing my heart to slow down again half convinced he’s able to hear it through the phone from how hard it’s beating. Even after all this time, just hearing his voice makes my stomach fill with butterflies. “Hi, baby. I only have a second. But i wanted to hear your voice. what are you up to?”
That’s a good lie, right?
“I’m on my way to the shop right now. I was craving grapes. Are you ok, though? You sound a little out of breath.”
“I just ran up the stairs.” Not a complete lie. “But anyways. I have to go again.”
“Already?”, he asks, his voice sounding sad.
“I’m sorry, my love.” I genuinely am. “But hey. We’ll see each other so soon, yeah? Can’t wait to see you.”
He hums, “One more week.”
After saying goodbye, I hang up, doing some quick calculations in my head that I do have time to shower the icky feeling of flying off me before he gets back home from the store if I’m fast.
Not wasting any time, I speed walk to our bedroom, making a beeline for Harry’s side of the closet so I can grab one of his hoodies. I settle on a pastel yellow one with a big kawaii drawing of a pug on the front before shuffling to grab a pair of grey sweatpants and some underwear from my own side of the closet.
Since I’m not entirely sure exactly how much time I have before Harry is going to be back home, I decide against music. I can’t let myself get carried away and take too long.
But before I strip out of my clothes and hop in the shower, I run downstairs, pull the cactus mug out of my bag and set it on top of the kitchen island next to the plain black one with a used tea bag that was already left there.
Just in case.
As much as I love our home in New York, it just hasn’t felt the same while he’s been away. The only mess in the apartment was made by me and me alone.
And I’m not gonna lie and say that I haven’t missed the way Harry always leaves a mess behind throughout the week. Whether that be a towel on the floor or a heap of clothes left slung over a chair. Or the way he would vow to get better at tidying up after himself every Sunday only to never follow through on it.
So seeing all the different products and stuff scattered all over the dark grey bathroom countertops brings me a sense of peace I didn’t know that I needed.
I make quick work of my shower, even turning the water off while washing my hair and body to force myself to be more efficient. But even with that, I wasn’t fast enough.
While in the process of pulling the soft hoodie over my head, my breath gets caught in my throat when I hear footsteps just outside the bathroom door.
They’re very quiet. Almost as if the person is trying to keep themselves from anyone hearing them. I wouldn’t even have caught them if it weren’t for the fact that I didn’t close the door all the way.
“Fuck.”, I curse, scrambling to loop my arms through the sleeves just as the door swings open fully to reveal a sight that has me torn between whether to laugh or cry from pure happiness.
Harry is holding a frying pan up in defence, clutching it with both hands as if his life depends on it. And I can’t decide whether he looks terrified or surprised.
I clear my throat, not even caring about the whole plan I had been ruined. “You just gonna stand there, Rapunzel?”
One second later and he’s dropped the frying pan, the sound of it clattering to the ground echoes around the bathroom. But I don’t get to even look at it for more than just a moment before I’m engulfed in one of the tightest hugs I’ve ever gotten.
Harry’s arms go around my waist, burying his face in my neck when I hug him back. I have to stand on my tippy toes to loop my arms around his neck, feeling my eyes start to well up with tears. It’s only now that I’m back in his arms, feeling his chest move with every breath he takes and the puffs of air fanning out over the soft skin of my neck with each exhale.
He’s so freaking warm too. Not just physically. But just the feel of being close enough to smell his cologne and the faint remnants of his body wash makes a warmth spread through my whole body. It’s like taking a sip of hot tea when you’re freezing cold. The heat slowly expanded from my heart to my fingertips.
It feels like home.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”, Harry mumbles, forcing a choked chuckle from me as I hug him tighter. “I can always go back to New York if you don’t want me here.”, I joke without meaning it one bit. You’d have to knock me out and drag me along the floor for me to leave.
Pulling back enough to look me in the eye, Harry takes my face in his hands, “If you even think about leaving me alone again, I’m going to follow you. And then when I’ve caught you. I’m gonna throw tomatoes at you.”
The more he speaks, the more he squishes my cheeks, making my words partly slurred which only makes it that much harder to keep a straight face. “What if I want you to throw tomatoes at me?”
He tilts his head to the side with a chuckle, dimples indenting his cheeks. His green eyes look like they’re sparkling from the way the light reflects in them and blush has painted his cheeks pink.
“You’re fucking impossible, you know.”, he breathes out with a laugh.
I run my fingers through his hair, getting distracted momentarily by how soft his curls are. “You still love me, right?”
Instead of answering me with words, Harry ducks down, pressing his lips against mine in a way that has me losing my breath as my eyelids fall shut.
The way he kisses me turns me into putty in his arms. Both from how gently his hands hold my face to how soft his lips are as he mumbles ‘I love you' against my lips between kisses until I’m giggling too much to kiss him back and he just starts peppering kisses all over my face.
I tug lightly on his hair to get pull his face back a bit when I hear a sniffle, frowning when I see his eyes watery with unshed tears. the tip of his nose is a bit red and his lips turned into a pout.
It’s when I ask him what’s wrong, a single tear starts rolling down his cheek quickly followed by another.
Harry blinks rapidly, looking up at the ceiling as he sniffles again but doesn’t tell me why he’s crying.
Wiping his tears away with my thumbs, I kiss his moist cheek tenderly, toying with the curls at the nape of his neck. “Tell me what’s wrong, Angel.”
“I just missed you.”, Harry sniffles. “They’re happy tears though.”
“I missed you too.”, I admit. Whispering it to him as if I haven’t told him that I miss him every day we’ve been apart.
“Now really. How are you here, baby?”, Harry asks seriously, sliding his hands from my face down my neck. “I thought you couldn’t get away from work for another week.”
“Well.”, I start, already feeling my cheeks heat up, “Asking your boss very nicely with a drop of desperation seems to work wonders.”
Harry smirks, “Desperation huh?” Even his chest puffs in pride.
“I had to give you your belated birthday present.”, I explain to him, feeling giddy as I remember the genius purchase I made.
“My birthday is in February, love.”
I roll my eyes at him, grabbing his hand before dragging him with me. Careful to step over the pan he dropped.
“Where are we going?”, Harry asks. He still laces our fingers together, giving my hand a squeeze. It might as well have been my heart he had his hand wrapped around with the jump it made at the gesture.
“To get you your present.”
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I can’t tell you 2/2
oh wow guys this is embarrassing… I’ve been in a bad writing block for like months now. And I felt really bad for not finishing this part 2 bc I hate when ppl do that to me so I hope you enjoy 😭 (it’s rushed but i’m trying to get started again)
Dave Lizewski x Black!Plus Size Reader
Pt. 1- https://www.tumblr.com/spenceswife/712542712672452608/i-cant-tell-you-12
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The gym door slammed loudly as Dave watched Yn storm out the gymnasium.
His chest tightened as he thought over their conversation. How could she think he was cheating?
But could he blame her? The scene was… misleading.
Dave shook his head while combing through his curly hair anxiously. He had to make it right.
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It had been 3 days since Yn spoke to Dave. He texted her everyday and tried to get her attention in school but she constantly blew him off like he did to her previously.
His friends wondered why they didn’t see the touchy couple together anymore so they decided to confront Dave and the comic shop.
When the bell rang hinting someone entered Dave found his group at their normal table arguing about something.
“Hey guys” Dave spoke swinging his backpack in the booth.
“You look like shit.” Marty spoke making Todd slap his chest.
“Wrong approach but he’s right. What’s wrong with you dude” Todd crossed his arms ready to listen.
“Yn thinks I cheated on her…” they both look at each other surprised.
“Well did you?” Marty asked in shock
“Hell no! I love her with all my heart I could never. It was really a misunderstanding I just can’t say what.” he took a breathy sigh clearly in distress.
“I mean I believe you dude, but that’s some sketchy shit. I don’t know she’ll forgive you.” Todd furrowed his brows.
“How about this you know Jessica?” Marty raised his brows with a smirk
“Yeah why…” Dave asked more confused
“Well she’s at Yn studying and gonna meet me here in about 30. So how about you trap your girl and apologize the right way.” Lizewski stared his friend down thinking of the idea.
“… I have nothing else to choose from so fine. Wish me luck” He grabbed his bag standing up accidentally bumping into a counter while walking towards the door.
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Dave snuck through her window, luckily she had a fire escape so it was easy for him to enter.
She wasn’t in her room but her bathroom light was on meaning she was still home.
He passed shortly back n forth thinking about what he wanted to say until he heard a voice breaking through.
“Why are you here Dave?” Yn walked towards her bed sitting not even looking him in the eye.
But Dave couldn’t help but stare he missed seeing her like this. Comfy.
She was wearing a long shirt and shorts with her curls going every direction. She looked perfect to him
“Look please listen to me. I would never hurt you and that includes never cheating. I love you so much and I would love to tell the reason of what you heard, but I just can’t right now it’s too dangerous. I’ll tell you eventually but I just have to figure this out first I promise i’d never hurt you intentionally baby please…” Yn saw the glint in Dave’s eye that he was telling the truth.
And she didn’t see the nervous tic he does when he lies so she caved and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He closed his eyes thanking the angles above for giving his own back.
“You’d never hurt me?” Yn whispered playing with his loose curls as her face was stuck between his neck and shoulder.
“Never in my life, you’re the one I protect the most. Literally…” her face scrunched at the last part but quickly forgot about it as she was happy he was in her presence.
#fluff#angst#imagines#dave lizewski x reader#black plus size reader#plus size reader#dave lizewski imagine#Dave lizewski x black reader#kick ass
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How about micah and reader where reader dies and micah just waiting for then to get online again,, i just really live for angst 🙏🙏
Ah I see you’ve caught me at a good time. Angst it is!
10:07pm
MicahYujin: You there?
MicahYujin: Angel?
MicahYujin: Y/N
MicahYujin: ….
MicahYujin: Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry.
MicahYujin: Please talk to me.
Micah was concerned. He hadn’t heard from you for almost 3 weeks now. He sent messages everyday without fail. You didn’t even touch your computer anymore (he knew because he hacked your computer to see if there was any activity). Maybe you were out of town and forgot to tell him? But you’ve never forgotten to tell him when you’d be away from your computer for long and you usually would text him. Something was wrong, really wrong but he couldn’t figure out what. At this point there was only one thing he could think to do: go to your house and see for himself.
The plane ride was stressful. All he could do was hope for the plane to go faster so he could see you again. The car ride was stressful. He was stuck in traffic and the driver took two wrong turns. But he thought it’d be worth it to see you. He thought it would.
When had finally got to your house he was surprised to see multiple cars and a moving truck in the driveway. He soon saw a slightly familiar face: your mother. He had never met her but you had shown him photos. She had tears in her eyes as she was carrying a box full of your things out of your home. Your mom saw Micah and recognized him from the screen shots you secretly took of him when you talked.
“Oh, you must be the boy Y/N talked to so much.”
A bitter smile grew on her face.
“They really liked you. Its not often Y/N bring up someone they’re talking to we when we talk… thank you for treating my child with so much love and kindness.”
She began to tear up again as Micah stood there confused.
“What… what happened?”
“They were on their way to the airport. Something about a surprise visit? It was a super early flight but… but apparently there was a drunk driver who was out late and speeding and… and the car hit the taxi and flipped over the car…. And… and-“
Your mother began to sob as Micah stood there in shock. No, no you can’t be gone, not just like that. You were just talking to him a few weeks ago, smiling and laughing and clowning him. You can’t be gone. You just can’t. And a surprise visit? You couldn’t have been going to see him were you? Did you die because of him?
A young man came up behind your mother to console her, sitting her down before going back to Micah. He introduced himself as your cousin. He only confirmed what Micah didn’t want to be true.
“Y/N had been in a coma for two weeks. At first it seemed like they’d wake up after a few days but… they’re condition worsened and by the end of the week the doctors said they were brain dead and weren’t gonna wake up. It took 2 more weeks for Y/N’s mom to finally decide to pull the plug. I’m sorry you had to find out like this… Oh! Wait I recognize you! You were that guy Y/N has a photo of on their dresser! Micah right?”
Your cousin ran off and returned with a battered box, parts of it singed.
“Y/N was apparently holding onto it when the paramedics found them. Apparently they kept saying something about making sure it got to you? They asked us if we knew a Micah but Y/N never gave us your name.”
Micah could do nothing but stare at the box in his arms. Taking a deep breath he opened the box to see a handmade plushie of skrunkly, a sailor moon figurine and a note.
Dear Micah,
As you know I’m not someone thats good at saying my true feelings face to face, so I wrote them down here. You are one of the best things that has happened to me in a long time. I’m always busy so having someone to talk to consistently wasn’t something I had the luxury of. You make me laugh, you make me calm, you make me feel safe. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so close to someone in such a short time before. I hope you like the gifts, I made the plushie myself! I know I can never capture the full beauty of skrunkly but I hope you appreciate my efforts. That sailor moon figure was actually hard to find too so you better be happy. I guess it’s just to pay you back for how much you’ve changed my life (and for the cute dinosaur plushie). Thank you for everything.
Love(ew),
Y/N
P.S if you ask about any of the mushy stuff I wrote to my face I can and will deny any of it. I am not past gaslighting.
As he read the note Micah began to laugh before breaking down into tears. He couldn’t help but feel like this was all his fault. If you hadn’t tried to surprise him you would still be here. Maybe he should’ve paid more attention when you asked him what his favorite sailor moon character was. He should’ve noticed when he saw you searching up how to crochet. He should’ve done something, anything. Maybe, he should’ve never started talking to you in the first place. He should’ve just like that little revenge hack be all that it was. You would still be alive if he did. Would he have met such an amazing person? No, but that would have been better than knowing he’s the reason they’re gone now.
Micah helped clean your house out. Your family like him keep the photo of the two of you on his first visit to your house as well as the dinosaur plushie he gave you. They invited him to the funeral but he just couldn’t do it. He wouldn’t be able to handle seeing you laying there, completely lifeless. He just went home promised himself that he’d never get close to anyone like that again. He wouldn’t be able to take losing someone else.
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Valentine’s Don’t (Part 1)
Synopsis: Richarlison is in a developing relationship when he forgets a very important day for romance.
Disclaimer: This is fiction.
HeungMin Son- Son, Sonny, HeungMin
Richarlison --Richy, Pombo
Richarlison is panicked. He is more panicked than the time he thought Neymar and Vinicus heard him touching himself in the Brazil National Team showers–at least then he had an excuse because he had seen them all leave the locker room. No, this time there is no excuse and he is a billion percent sure that Y/N wouldn’t accept any even if he had one.
In his VERY new relationship, he had already fucked up. Richarlison cursed himself aloud.
“You had three fucking couple days to remember– Y/N’s birthday, our future anniversary, and fucking Valentine’s Day. I’m so fucking fucked. FUUCCCCCCKKKK!” Richarlison started mumbling but ending with a loud yell and punctuated by throwing his spikes into his locker startling his teammates.
HeungMin “Sonny” Son slow approaches the angry Brazilian. “Are you okay?” The South Korean asks softly.
Richy sits down and buries his head into both of his hands. Though he responds, the sound is muffled and Sonny can not understand. Son squats down next to the clearly upset Brazilian.
Richarlison lifts his face, Sonny is taken aback by the tears in the normally playful forward’s eyes–it doesn’t make sense when they had won the game and Richy himself had scored twice.
“I fucked up, Sonny. I fucked up so fucking bad. I didn’t realize today is Valentine’s Day until Katie came onto the pitch with that stupid Valentine’s crown. I’m so fucked.” Richarlison gasp out before hiding his face again.
It clicks quickly for HeungMin. The Brazilian had only started seeing Y/N three or fours weeks ago, and they weren’t official yet. Despite not having met the woman to steal the flirty forward’s heart, Sonny knows Richy cares for her deeply and wants to please Y/N. For Richarlison to not acknowledge her on Valentine’s Day even if they weren’t official yet could ruin the entire possibility of a proper relationship with the woman.
“Shit happens, Richy. Did you text her yet and apologize? Maybe plan something to make up for it when we are back in London?” Son suggest.
Richarlison sighs and lifts his head again. As he wipes the wetness from his cheeks, Richarlison responds. “I only realized a few minutes ago. I will text her now. I’ll have to plan something on the plane.”
The Brazilian takes out his phone and tries writing a heartfelt apology. It takes him 10 tries before he crafts a message he thinks conveys at least a little of his sorrow.
Several hours later, Richarlison finds himself on the team’s plane to London. His seatmates, Sonny, Emerson Royal, and Harry Kane are all enjoying their meals while Richarlison pushes the food around with his fork.
Emerson and Harry both glance at Son having witnessed him talking with Richy earlier in the evening. The South Korean shakes his head subtly.
“I can see you, you know.” Richarlison mumbles at the stupidity of his teammates.
“Glad your eyes function, mate. Now, want to share your troubles with the rest of us?” Harry asks.
Richarlison tilts his head to the side indicating for Sonny to share the issue. The Korean National Team captain gives the two a quick overview of the situation.
Emerson’s eyes widen as he listens. He had met Y/N once very briefly and could see that Richy really liked her. It surprises him that his amorous friend could forget such a romantic day. The question is on the edge of his tongue, but before he can ask, Pombo reads his mind.
“Y/N nunca mencionou isso, e tenho estado tão ocupado com o treinamento que nem notei a data. Se fosse comemorado como o do Brasil, acho que teria lembrado. Caralho!” Richarlison responds to the unspoken question.
(Y/N never mentioned it, and I've been so busy with training that I didn't even notice the date. If it was celebrated like Brazil, I think I would have remembered. Fuck!)
“I forgot Katie’s birthday once.” Harry blushes.
Sonny, Richy, and Emerson’s heads all snap in sync toward Harry’s directions.
“I’m sorry. Did you just say you forgot Katie’s birthday once? Katie? As in the woman you have been dating since you were sixteen? That Katie?” Sonny gawks.
Harry blushes but decides to tell the embarrassing story in hopes of helping the dejected
Brazilian.
“Yeah. The year she got pregnant with Ivy. Things had been really rough with injuries for both me and the rest of the guys. We had just had a lot of our staff quit. I was so overwhelmed with team stuff that I didn’t even realize it was the week of her birthday until 3 days AFTER her birthday when my mum called to ask if we had plans for the following weekend. It was my first Sunday off in a while then I was going to have to be back on the road for away games; so, I told her I was going to have a rest. I remember telling me mum this and her pausing. She asked me when we celebrated and I asked what we were celebrating. She thought I was joking for a minute, but when she realized I wasn’t, she said Kate’s birthday and my entire life flashed before my eyes. I checked my phone’s calendar at least 3 times before I accepted that I had missed her birthday. I get so nauseous thinking about it, but I know it had a good outcome because not only are we married but that was when we got pregnant with Ivy.” The vice-captain explained with a wink.
Richarlison stared at his friend for a second before he responds sadly. “I’m glad she forgave you, but this is different. You and Katie had been together for years by then, and she was use of the football life. Y/N still cringes when I take her to nice restaurants because of the price.”
“Somehow I don’t think that has to do with the football life– I think she probably cringes because she doesn’t like you spending that type of money on her.” Sonny mumbles. He may not know Y/N but everything Richy has shared with him suggest the woman is not interested in his money in the least.
Before the two can debate the topic, Harry interrupts them. “If she is meant to be with you, Richarlison, then she will be understanding that one mistake does not represent how you feel about her. Apologize, plan something lovely and romantic to show her you care, then ask her to be your girlfriend, because if I have to hear you pine over her any longer, I am going to call her and ask her for you.”
Sonny and Emerson laugh knowing Harry is serious while Richy shrugs and checks his phone.
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Three times I invaded his space and the one he invaded mine
Spencer Reid x Reader
Plot: Three times I invaded his space and the one he invaded mine
Warnings: use of alcohol
Also English is not my first language so there could be some mistakes
The first time I realised Spencer Reid would have been a big problem to me, was exactly during the first case I solved with the group. Hotch had decided that the genius and I were an adequate duo for the task that was to go around the university and talk to the students while checking their behaviour. Maybe he was right, or maybe not, given what happened that day. I’ve always been one of those people who have no idea what personal space is, that’s what my friends and family alway tell. I love hugging everyone, if I trust someone I want to stay as close as possible to them and I don’t realise how much my behaviour can annoy people. Most of all if I like a boy. And I liked Spencer Reid from the very first moment I saw him. So when we found ourselves closed inside a closet because of the student that ended up being guilty, I didn’t esitate to throw myself in his arms. In my defence I’m scared of darkness and I also happen to be a little claustrophobic, but I couldn’t resist and when the lock snapped behind us and my colleague announced that we were stuck there, I threw my arms around his waist, trembling. The total opposite of what is expected from an FBI agent. But Spencer did not make a big deal out of it. I will always be immensely grateful for his kindness that day: he started playing with my hair whispering that I had to keep calm and that he would’ve taken me away. And he did. In little more than an hour we were outside that closet and notified the group as quickly as possible. Embarrassment reigned for some days, between me and him, I think he talked about it with Derek because I've seen him throw glances and mischievous smiles at me several times, before going back to look at his friend and colleague. We never talked about it, anyways, limiting ourselves to pretend it never happened, and I can’t complain about it at all.
It’s just that after that there was a second and then a third time. The second time we were celebrating Derek’s birthday. He had organised a beautiful party, there was music, alcohol, and no work for the next day. So I decided to have fun and drink, and that was exactly my mistake. I can’t remember that much because alcohol had obviously make his work correctly, but some details are still in my mind and I pray everyday that he forgot them all. I remember the strobe lights, the people dancing around us, Spencer was uncomfortable, but the drinks I forced him to drink seemed to have relaxed him a little. So we started dancing and I couldn’t stop laughing. He laughed with me and his hands on my hips were so big, warm and reassuring, that I surrounded his neck with my arms and started kissing his face and down his chest that had been discovered by Derek when he opened his shirt. My red lipstick left some marks on his skin. When I tried to kiss his lips he pulled back, awkwardly, but luckily Penelope came to save me from embarrassing myself even further, asking me ti take her home because she was exhausted. The next day I ignored every text from any member of the group, and when I got back to work I faked I couldn’t remember anything about that night, blaming all the drinks for that. From the looks the others had I think they believed me, but again I didn’t talk to Spencer for some time, outside of work. This time it was me who confessed everything. I went to Penelope’s office giving free rein to my memories and my embarrassment. Only some time later would I find out that Derek was in a call with her and that he had heard everything.
The third and last time, finally, was last night. We were out of town for almost two weeks, worked like crazy and slept very little, even after being in the group for years I still struggle to getting used to their hours, so when we arrived to the jet I was exhausted.
I was cold and the soft light made me even sleepier. I was the last in line, Derek held me laughing at my conditions and I laughed with him before yawning. When I entered, the warm air made me sigh in relief, Derek walked me among the seats and I don’t know if he had noticed our colleague sitting right there or no. The thing is he let me go, and I fell on Spencer’s body, which stiffened for a single moment. Being the real weirdo that I am, I inspired his scent and murmured into his ear that it was really good. He laughed caressing my back and settled me better against his body before whispering to get some rest. And I did. I fell deeply asleep, with my head on his shoulder and curled up on his lap. When we arrived he woke me with delicacy, and once I was awake everyone’s eyes were on us. That moment is stuck in my memory and is in the top 10 most embarrassing moments I’ve lived in my entire life. I lowered my head, my cheeks red, and I murmured some goodbyes before leaving. All of this takes us to this exact morning, when I found myself in the elevator with Spencer. I appealed to all my courage and decided to speak, to break the embarrassment that had been created.
-About yesterday, I’m sorry, I…- I babbled like a fool, and then I shut when my eyes met his.
-(Y/N), everything is fine. You didn't do anything wrong. You simply have problems with personal space, if you like I can help you work on it so as not to annoy other people- if hearts could break, I swear that at his words mine would have fallen to the ground, between my feet, destroyed in a thousand pieces.
-I have nothing to work on, and if I bothered you I'm sorry, it won't happen again. But I can assure you that no one has ever complained about my attention before- I exclaimed annoyed, my cheeks probably red with embarrassment. Fortunately, the doors opened at that precise moment and I was able to whizz away without giving him a chance to answer me. The day of work has passed, the case was solved quickly and now I put my coat on me being careful to cover myself because the office is hot but outside you die from the cold.
-(Y/N) would you like to come with us? Just a beer to distract us from the work day- JJ's voice distracts me from my thoughts, I turn around to look at her as she's behind my back. Along with her is the whole team except Rossi, and if I was going to accept, I change my mind the moment I see Spencer looking at me with his brown eyes. He tried to talk to me all day but I kept away by asking Derek to team up with him. He didn't ask questions but immediately realized that something was wrong.
-Sorry JJ but I'm very tired. I think I'll go to sleep- I answer by going back to look at the blonde and fake a yawn. She frowns
-Sure? You usually insist so much on going all together! Are you sure you're okay? Do you want any of us to accompany you?- worried question for me, as he turns to Derek who takes a step forward towards me but I shake my head.
-No! Really, I'm fine. I'm just sleepy, I'm going home to sleep. Next time I'm yours and you'll regret insisting on bringing me- I try to joke, the journalist smiles unconvinced of my words. They let me go and, without thinking about it, I head quickly to the elevator.
-(Y/N)- I hear myself called back when I press the pulse, I sigh exhausted when I recognize the voice and turn to Spencer. He stops by my side and waits with me for the doors to open.
-I... I wanted to apologize for this morning. I was wrong to use words, I didn't mean that you annoy me, I'm just not very good with physical contact and I don't know how to react. I like you a lot, (Y/N), and I was afraid to ruin everything. Maybe I've already done it, but I'd still like to apologize to you- he speaks quickly, so much so that I find it hard to understand what he says. The doors open and we both enter the elevator. Silence reigns for a few moments, because I'm afraid to speak. Then I finally decide.
-I like you too- I murmur before I clear my voice. Spencer takes a snap with his face towards me, his eyes wide and hopeful air. I also turn to look at him and smile at him embarrassed.
-I admit that I have some problems with personal spaces, but only with people I deeply trust. And you inspired me confidence from the first moment. Then slowly I realized that I liked you and that of trust was just an excuse and- I am silenced by his lips leaning on mine and we both close our eyes losing ourselves in the kiss.
When we move away the doors open wide and Spencer caresses my face
-Do you want to come with us tonight?- try to ask me again, he kisses my forehead gently and I decide to nod. I smile at him and let myself be taken by the hand.
When the others catch up with us, the first to see us holding hands and holding our heads on Spencer's shoulder, it's Derek, who smiles satisfied.
-Finally you made it kid- talk to Spencer who smiles embarrassed, I also smile and let myself get away from JJ, Penelope and Emily to tell what happened, then all together we reach the nearest bar to enjoy the evening.
And this is the story of the three times I invaded Spencer Reid’s spaces and the one where he invaded mine starting our relationship.
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Markiplier x Teen!Daughter!Anxious!Reader - Take Your Time
Requested by: daygobyinheryeyes
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(Mark’s POV)
I laughed with my friends as we finished up a collaboration video of Prop Hunt. “I can’t believe you didn’t see me!” Seán playfully yelled at Wade as he groaned in frustration. The Irishman had been disguised as a coaster and had hidden himself behind a door, making him virtually invisible even with the automated taunts the game provided. Bob was howling with laughter as he too had failed to spot him even when he was in the same room.
I cut my video off and logged off the game, staying in the discord video call as I did so. “Ahhh guys, that was so much fun.” I sighed, leaning back in my chair. The others began chatting amongst themselves about the different rounds and I looked back as there was a knock at the door and it began to open, revealing a teenage girl, carrying a plate of food. The moment she realized I was on a video call, she slightly closed the door and waited for a signal.
“It’s okay, I’m not recording.” I told her and in a small, shaky voice she replied. “I made s-some lunch and you didn’t come down a-and then it got late so I made some more for you. S-sorry for interrupting your conversation.”
“Oh, thank you! I didn’t even realize the time.” I said, walking over and taking the delivery as she presented it. She never entered my room when I was on call as she was rather camera shy, but that didn’t really bother me. I gave her a partial hug and then, telling her I’d be downstairs soon, I walked back over to my desk and once again put on my headphones. “Who was that?” Asked Wade, who had apparently witnessed the interaction.
“Oh, that was (Y/n).” I said, looking up at the screen from where I was about to take a bite of food. “Who?” asked Bob and Seán, and then it was my turn to be confused. “I swear I told you guys about her. Did I seriously forget?”
“Yes! Who is she?” The three said and I placed a hand over my face, feeling stupid. “I really thought I told you guys. So.. um.. She’s kind of my adopted daughter.”
“No way!” Exclaimed Seán in shock. “You’re seriously a dad now?” I laughed softly, rubbing the back of my neck. “Yeah. I didn’t post about it on social media because I wasn’t even sure at first if I was going to find the right kid. I guess I just forgot about it after I adopted her.”
“You could’ve at least texted us about it.” Commented Bob who crossed his arms as I took a bite of food. “This is a pretty big deal, Mark. Does Amy know?”
“I was going to!” I said after swallowing. “I just forgot, and yes, Amy does know. I asked her how she felt about the idea before I went through with it.” Just then, someone new entered the chat. “Hey guys!” I recognized that higher pitched voice as I ate some more of my meal. “Hi Ethan!” Said Wade with a smile. “Did you know that Mark has a kid?”
“WHAT??” The younger male exclaimed which nearly burst my eardrums. “Mark, you never told me this! I thought we were friends!” He cried and I rolled my eyes dramatically. “Oh my gosh, you guys! I made one mistake and now my butt is being handed to me on a silver platter. What’s next, Tyler is gonna hop on and give me crap too?” And just like that, as if he had heard me, Tyler joined the group chat.
“Wow, is there a party going on here?” he said with a chuckle and before I could say anything, Ethan blurted out a loud, “MARK IS A DAD!” I watched Tyler’s face, which had just appeared in video form, contort into one of absolute shock. “I’m sorry, WHAT?!” I took another bite of food, letting out an exhale of frustration at how much the situation climaxed. “Why wasn’t I informed of this?” He demanded and Seán yelled out, “That’s what we’ve been saying!”
“You know, instead of giving me all this backlash about an honest mistake, I could just tell you what happened.” I said, wiping my mouth with a napkin and putting my dishes to the side. “I’ve got time.” Said Bob, checking his watch. “I’ve got nothing planned for the rest of the day.” Joined Seán, leaning forward in his chair and staring at the camera expectantly, like a little child waiting impatiently for a cookie. Wade, Tyler, and Ethan also agreed and I sighed again, getting more comfortable in my chair.
“Fine. You want to hear the story, then I’ll tell the story.”
(Flashback: Mark’s POV)
I had been thinking about adopting a child for quite a while. For what reason, I don’t really know. All I knew is that I wanted to have a kid. I already ran the idea by Amy and she also thought it was a good idea. I decided to look for either a boy or a girl, but not one too young that I’d have to take care of them 24/7. I didn’t feel ready for that kind of job, and honestly, I still don’t feel that way now.
I started looking around the area for orphanages that had open houses soon. I came across a few and did end up going to some of them. Unfortunately, I was rather disappointed by a lot of people I met. Don’t get me wrong, they were somewhat nice kids, but for one reason or another they weren’t what I was looking for.
I got to this one place, the “Los Angeles Sunnyside Orphanage”, and when I entered I could tell it might produce good results. Yes, there were some parts that could use some fixing up, but it seemed a lot friendlier than some of the other orphanages I had visited. So, naturally, I felt pretty good about my chances there.
When I walked around, there were a lot of kids running around and playing. I wasn’t sure who exactly to try and meet so I went to the orphanage director and started some interviews with the older kids. I think the age range I covered was twelve to sixteen, but I still wasn’t sure about any of them. At that point, my mind was starting to tell me I was being picky and that any of the kids would do just fine, but then I saw this girl on the other side of the room.
She was drawing, seeming to be focused on the picture rather than the other children. I knew I hadn’t spoken with her yet, because I didn’t recognize her, so I turned to the orphanage director curiously and pointed at the girl in question. “Who is she? Why isn’t she playing with the others?”
“Her?” The director responded, adjusting his glasses and peering at the girl. “Ah, that’s (Y/n). She doesn’t really get along with the other children.” I frowned, “Is she a bad kid?”
“No, she’s just incredibly shy and I wouldn’t be surprised if she has social anxiety. Not that I’m trying to give her a diagnosis, it’s just my uneducated opinion.”
“How old is she?” I asked and the director hummed softly, scratching his head as he thought. “I believe she’s 14 years old.” She was within my age range so I decided to at least give her a chance. “Would I be able to get an interview with her?”
The director nodded and signaled for me to stay where I was while he got her. I watched as he got (Y/n)’s attention and gently told her that I wanted to meet her. She looked over at me and her eyes seemed to widen. As the two of them walked over to me, I noticed that she was shaking, looking down at the floor, refusing to make eye contact with me. The two of us were escorted into a much quieter room to talk and I smiled kindly at her when she sat down across from me.
“Hi there, (Y/n). How are you today?” She looked so nervous as she quietly murmured, “I’m alright. How are you?” This was progress. “I’m doing well, thanks for asking.” She nodded, looking up at me for a second before once again lowering her gaze. “I don’t bite, I promise.” I joked and a ghost of a smile formed on her lips.
Looking down, there were some papers on the table between us that were filled with questions. (Y/n)’s hand twitched a bit, looking like she was going to reach for them but was also hesitating. “Do you need to ask me anything?” I queried and she nodded, finally taking the papers. “S-sorry. I promise that I’ve done this before, but.. I’m just nervous.” she said softly and I nodded in understanding. “Hey, take your time. It’s okay to be nervous. You don’t know me and we’re stuck in a room together. I’d be nervous too if I were in your position.” She let out a small chuckle which made me smile.
“What’s your name?” She read, and I answered. “Mark Fischbach.” She paused for a second, seemingly thinking about something before continuing. “W-what do you do for a living and do you enjoy your job?”
“As silly as it sounds, I make videos on YouTube for people to watch. It’s my dream job and I love it a lot.” (Y/n) looked over at me, her eyes shining with an excitement I hadn’t seen before. “I don’t think that’s silly at all.” She said, “Honestly, it sounds like fun.” I smiled at her, “It is, for the most part.” She shifted in her seat before continuing the interview.
The longer the two of us spent time together, even just lightly chatting, the more comfortable she seemed to be. We got along, and while she did pause sometimes to take a breath and calm down her nerves, I wasn’t bothered by her at all. When all the questions were finished, I waved goodbye and met with the director again. I told him that I was going to keep looking, but that I might come back.
I knew that (Y/n) and I got along well, once she got to know me a bit more, but I wasn’t quite sure if she was what I was looking for. I never really stopped thinking about her though, and after a few more days I decided that I was going to adopt her. I came back, told the director my plan, and he set me up for a house inspection the next day. After I was cleared, I brought the paperwork in, made the payment, and waited for her to come down with her stuff.
I saw that she was nervous when she brought down her bag, but she calmed down a little bit when she saw me. “Ready to go home?” She nodded and when the two of us left, I honestly felt pretty good about my decision. The drive back to my house was kinda awkward, but I guess that was to be expected.
When we arrived, I introduced her to Chica and got her settled into her new room. We spent that night learning a bit more about each other, and the next few days had similar themes. It was difficult, getting used to someone new in my house, but it was okay.
I taught her how to play some different video games and was really surprised at how quickly she was able to pick some of them up. She was still a tad bit nervous when it came to getting really close to me, but by the end of the first month, she was smiling almost all the time and had little to no issues with physical contact.
After I introduced her to Amy, and found out that the two of them had actually begun to bond rather quickly, everything seemed like it was falling perfectly into place until something happened.
I was laughing with (Y/n) about my newest playthrough of a really hard game. I had lost my mind over it and when I said, “It’s the ragiest game I’ve ever played and I’m never going back to it!” She responded with “I thought ‘I Am Bread’ was the ragiest game you’ve ever played.” I froze and the room went silent. Looking over at (Y/n)’s face, she had turned pale white.
“How did you know that I’ve played that game? I never gave you the name of my channel so you shouldn’t know that.. unless you started watching or already knew.” She began to fidget and she looked down in what looked like shame. “I-I’m sorry. I should’ve told you by now, but I was scared about how you’d react.”
“Tell me what? I’m not upset that you’ve seen my videos, but why would you hide it?”
“Because I already knew who you were before we met. I.. I didn’t want to tell you during the interview because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or scare you off. You were so nice and I didn’t think you’d want a kid who was a fan.”
I stayed silent as she continued. “I promise that I’m not one of those over-the-top and crazy fangirls. Yes, I was happy and shocked to see you, but that’s because I never expected this to happen. I mean, you’re Markiplier. I don’t think anyone would be expecting you to suddenly adopt a kid, least of all an anxious and socially awkward girl like me. Honestly, it sounds like something out of a fanfiction rather than something that would happen in real life, but that’s exactly what happened. I’m really, really sorry, Mark.”
I smiled softly and walked over to her, giving her a gentle hug. “I know that you aren’t like those fangirls. You’ve definitely shown that during your time here. And while I’m a little hurt you didn’t tell me about this, I can understand why you hid it. I probably would’ve done the same if I was in your position. You don’t have to worry about it anymore. If anything, this means I can joke about a lot more stuff because you might understand them. Just promise me that you won’t hide stuff like this from me anymore, alright kiddo?”
Her eyes welled with tears and she hugged me back. “I promise.” When we both let go, I laughed softly, wiping away some tears that had started falling down my cheeks. “Whoo! Alright, that’s enough sentimental stuff for one day. Do you want to order pizza and have a movie night?”
“That sounds like fun!” She said, giggling as she also wiped away some tears on her own face. “Thanks for not hating me after I told you the truth. I love you, Dad.” My eyes widened in shock as the name she gave me finally registered. “Gosh dang it, (Y/n)! You’re gonna make me cry again!” She laughed and gave me another hug before running off to the living room.
That was the first time she ever called me Dad.
(End of flashback)
“She kept her promise too. She and I have gotten so close that you’d swear she’s a mini female version of me.” I said, leaning back in my chair. “Wow..” said Wade after the others remained in silence. “She sounds like so much fun to be around!” added Seán with a smile and Ethan nodded. “Could we meet her?”
I hummed softly and thought about it. “As much as I’d like that, she’s really shy around new people. I’m not sure how she’ll be with you guys. Then again, she knows who you all are and she got comfortable around Amy soon after they met, so maybe it won’t be too bad. I’ll run the idea by her.”
I looked toward the clock and my eyes widened. “Oh shoot! It’s almost been half an hour since we finished the video!” The others looked at their own clocks in surprise. “Oh dang. Time flies during story time, huh?” Laughed Wade and we all agreed in amusement. “I’d better get going. I’ll text you guys about her answer, I promise.”
“You’d better remember this time!” Joked Seán as he waved at the camera. I logged off of discord, stretched, and walked downstairs with my dishes. “Sorry I took so long. The guys wanted to talk.” (Y/n) was on her phone in the dining room and she looked up and smiled at me. “It’s okay! You sounded like you had fun.” I nodded, sitting down in a chair next to her. “So, uhm. I have a question for you.”
She watched me expectantly and I took a deep breath before continuing. “So, the others want to meet you.” As I said that, her eyes widened and she visibly tensed. “I know that meeting people isn’t your forte, but I really think you’ll like them.” After a few seconds of silence, she responded. “W-who all are you talking about?”
“Bob, Wade, Tyler, Ethan, and Seán. They want to meet you. I mean, you are part of the family now, so I’m not really surprised.” (Y/n) looked away, seeming to be in thought. “I’m a little shocked that you’re only telling me this now.” It was my turn to look away as my cheeks heated up in embarrassment. “I.. may or may not have forgotten to tell them back when we finalized the adoption.”
(Y/n) began to laugh. “Of course you did.” I feigned feeling hurt, gasping at her dramatically. “You say that like I forget stuff all the time! Are you insinuating that I, THE Markiplier, am getting too old and thus forgetting things often?”
“I mean, you said it, not me. So..” I rolled my eyes and joined in her laughter. After the amusement died down, there was a moment of silence before (Y/n) said softly, “I know how much you want to see them. If they’re somewhat as nice in person as they are online, then I don’t think it would be much of a problem to meet them. I’d just need to hype myself up a bit, I guess.”
I smiled happily and walked over, giving her a hug. “I promise, they’re not bad people. You’ll love them. You don’t have to agree to this if you don’t want to. Please understand that.”
“I.. I know. I’m choosing to say yes, Dad. It’ll be fine.” With that final confirmation, I nodded. “Alright, I’ll tell them that they can visit. Maybe in a week or so?” (Y/n) nodded and I stood up, walking to the living room. “Don’t forget to text them, old man Mark!” She called after me and I spun around dramatically, almost falling over in the process.
(Time Skip: No one’s POV)
Mark and (Y/n) walked into a store together, (Y/n) staying relatively close to her dad and the shopping cart. They walked around, picking out items that they needed, and some that they decided to try for fun or put away for when the others came to visit. Some parents that came to the store couldn’t help but smile when they saw how close the two seemed to be and how they would laugh with each other at the weirdest things.
(Y/n) noticed something on the shelf that they needed and went ahead to grab it, but when she turned around, Mark was nowhere to be seen. She looked around in confusion and then felt her breathing quicken and her hands begin to shake. She went back the way that she came from but she still couldn’t see him. Looking into the next aisle produced the same results.
Thoughts began to swim through her mind, overwhelming her senses. “Where did he go? Did he leave me behind? Did he not want me anymore? Why did he suddenly disappear? Did something happen to him?” She put the item on the shelf behind her before she could drop it and tears began to fill her eyes.
Feeling sick, (Y/n) sat down on the floor, her foot tapping against the ground as she curled in on herself, trying to control her breathing. She was scared, not knowing what to do. She tried to make herself stop thinking about the ‘what ifs’, but to no avail. She heard a soft voice, but didn’t look up at who it was until a familiar hand with a gentle touch was placed on her shoulder. With that, (Y/n) finally looked up.
“M-Mark?”
“Are you okay? You’re shaking like a leaf.”
She quickly embraced him, feeling herself calm down as his arms wrapped around her. He was here. He was real. His deep voice soothed her fears as he murmured words of comfort. “It’s okay. I’m here. Sorry I left you behind. I thought you were right behind me when I forgot to grab something from the other aisle and went back for it. Guess I should pay more attention huh?” (Y/n) couldn’t bring herself to talk but just clung to him.
Mark didn’t question her as he continued to hug her. He knew she was crying, but she made no noise and he hoped she didn’t get hurt, feeling awful that she was upset in the first place. But in all honesty, he wasn’t entirely sure why she was so distressed over him not being there all of a sudden. “It’s okay.” He murmured softly, rocking her back and forth. “I’m not leaving you behind. I love you too much to do that.”
After a few minutes she calmed down enough to where they moved on to the checkout and left the store. Nobody had seen (Y/n)’s breakdown, and that was fine with the two of them. It had been a private moment. The car was filled with silence on the way home and Mark constantly looked in the rearview mirror to check if his daughter was okay. The poor girl looked exhausted.
After coming home and quickly putting away the groceries, Mark sat down with (Y/n), making sure that she wasn’t still in any part of her panic attack. He wrapped her up in a blanket, once again and gave her a big hug. “How’re you feeling?”
“Better.. I’m sorry for what happened, Dad.” Mark shook his head. “There’s no reason to be sorry. You were frightened. I do have to ask though, why were you afraid? I was only gone for less than a minute and I was pretty sure you could’ve seen me in the previous aisle.” (Y/n) went silent before softly murmuring, “I.. don’t think I’m ready to talk about it. Also, I did look in both the last and next aisles. I couldn’t see you. I think you were hidden by something.”
“Okay then. Take your time. I’ll be here when you’re ready to tell me, and, come to think of it, there was a large pile of boxes over there so maybe that’s why you couldn’t see me. Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be sorry. You did nothing wrong. You were just grabbing groceries.”
Mark hugged her again, the two of them laughing as she returned the gesture, sighing with contentment in his arms.
(Time skip)
The day for the guests’ arrival finally came and (Y/n) had basically locked herself up in her room. Chica was in there with her, laying still beside the girl and receiving distracted pets. “I don’t know what to do.” The teenager said, looking at the loyal dog. “I know they’re nice people. Mark told me so, and they act relatively nice in their videos. I just.. I don’t know if I’ll feel comfortable around them. I don’t want to let dad down, or make the others sad by not being around them. What do I do, Chica Beeka?”
The golden retriever in question just looked up at her and wagged her tail. (Y/n) couldn’t help but smile, giving her a head scratch. “Not much help there, buddy, but thanks for listening.” Just then, there was a knock at the door. Chica jumped up and pawed at the bedroom door. (Y/n) took a deep breath and let her out, following the dog down the stairs.
They were here.
Mark was at the door, happily greeting his friends as Chica ran around, barking in excitement. (Y/n) stood back in the entrance to the living room, not daring to get close to the group, but instead just watched them interact with her father. She knew who these men were. Seán, Bob, Wade, Tyler, and Ethan were some of Mark’s closest friends who she had seen on videos before, as well as heard Mark talking to them over video call or the phone. This fact, however, didn’t excuse the fact that she was nervous.
Seán was the first to notice her and smiled, coming closer to her as she took a few steps back. “Aww hello there!” He said with a wide grin. “You must be (Y/n). Mark’s told us a lot about you.” She could barely form words as the others also looked in her direction. “I.. umm.. Hi..?” She backed up once more as Ethan approached her.
“Don’t be shy, we’re not gonna hurt you.” Mark noticed her distress and asked that they back off a bit. He watched her visibly relax when her personal space was restored. Bob and Wade looked at each other, deciding to speak to her gently while staying where they were. “It’s nice to finally meet you, (Y/n).” spoke the larger of the two, waving at her kindly. The gesture was returned.
Mark got closer to her and the others watched as she stood her ground and he put an arm around her. “Sorry, I did tell you guys she might not be too comfortable at first.” Tyler nodded in understanding. “I get that. Better safe than sorry, am I right?” (Y/n) nodded and hid a little bit behind Mark.
Ethan smiled at her, seeming to have an understanding of the situation. “You don’t need to worry about us.” He said gently. “I know we’re all big and loud and scary, but I promise we aren’t bad people.” Chica made her way over to the girl who gave her some head pats. “I.. I know you guys aren’t bad. If you were, then dad probably wouldn’t be friends with you. I’m.. just not used to you yet.” Mark gave her a side hug with a smile. “It’ll take some time, but we’ll get there. It’s just like we always do. We’ll take things slowly.”
Over the next few days, (Y/n) gained exposure to the others. They were respectful of her personal space and they were all pleasantly surprised at how similar she was to them. Sure, they had heard of some stuff from Mark, but actually witnessing it was something different.
Tyler was the first one to really bond with her. His calm and gentle nature made her comfortable so it wasn’t entirely surprising that he would be the one to start them off. He and (Y/n) found a shared interest in some sports and they held some nice conversations about them.
Next came Bob, followed closely by Wade. They started playing some video games together and while at first she didn’t say much, when she got a bit more comfortable and started talking, the two men were rather pleased to hear her use Mark’s sense of humor. It made the games much less tense and a lot more enjoyable.
Ethan was second to last. He was very energetic and seemed to have the mind of an 8th grader, so he and (Y/n) bonded over memes. He showed her some of his favorites when the two of them were bored in the living room and she shared some of hers. Their somewhat immature humor made it a very fun event, especially when it came to meme videos and clips they could find on random discord servers.
Seán, much to his disappointment, was the last one. Maybe it was because he was so outgoing, or perhaps it was because she was busy with the others. Either way, he didn’t really know how to connect with her. Yes, they both liked video games and other such things, but he didn’t really know how to approach her.
That changed when he was out on the porch, petting Chica. He heard the sliding glass door open and a pair of hesitant footsteps come near. “M-may I.. sit with you?” He looked over to discover that it was (Y/n). He nodded and she sat on the opposite side of Chica, giving her a head scratch.
There was a peaceful silence between the two of them for quite some time before Seán spoke up. “I’m sorry, but I have no idea how to talk to you.” The girl laughed softly, “You and me both.” Chica let out a yawn, stretching slightly before (Y/n) continued. “I.. I haven’t really given you a chance before now. I’ve been so.. Nervous.”
“Why?” The teen shrugged. “I guess I’m just getting used to having so many people here that I don’t really know and you’re, like, my second favorite YouTuber so.. yeah, anxiety overload.” Seán looked at her in surprise. “You watch my videos?” She nodded. “Yup. I’ve watched at least one video from all of you, but I mainly see or hear you during collabs with dad.”
The Irishman smiled. “I’m pretty sure that’s how most people find our channels at this point.” (Y/n) laughed softly. “Pretty much, but give yourself some credit. You guys make great videos by yourself, no Markiplier included.” Seán blushed slightly from the praise. “Well, thank you. That’s high praise coming from his daughter.”
She rolled her eyes with a smirk. “Oh please. I was a fan of you guys before I was his daughter.” With the awkward barrier finally broken, they were finally able to talk to each other, all while petting a very happy Chica.
Things would take time to get used to, and no, having those five at the house wasn’t permanent, but slowly, (Y/n) was finally able to get somewhat comfortable with them before they had to leave. Mark was very happy. This had turned out better than expected, and he knew it would be a lot more fun when it came to any future visits.
No, (Y/n) didn’t engage in much if any physical touch with them, but that was to be expected, and that was alright. It would take time to achieve that kind of bond with her, as it had for Mark and Amy. But there was no issue with taking it slow.
No issues at all..
#Markiplier x daughter!reader#daughter!reader#female reader#fem!reader#Markiplier#Jacksepticeye#crankgameplays#lordminion777#Bob#muyskerm#anxious!reader#anxiety#I didn't realize how hard it was to write about anxiety#I think it turned out alright though#requested#Markiplier x reader#sfw#platonic#Markiplier x fem!reader#no alter egos
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I have an epic tale that is my day yesterday. I think it would be good for me to write it all out as if someone was going to read it, but in a place where it will be lost as soon as I post it. Tumblr is the perfect black hole for this space shot.
I should provide context, but it would only make the story longer and I just don’t have the energy. Okay, maybe a little.
Friday my dad, who is 78, said he’d gotten a voicemail, his oncologist wanted to see him for a checkup at noon Monday. Bad weather was in the forecast for Monday morning, but weathermen are notoriously unreliable so I just said something about if it’s icy you’ll have to reschedule. He was like, of course, and we went about our lives.
Today is Monday and I woke up to a world covered in a good quarter inch of ice. Nothing awful, we didn’t lose power, just enough to make the dog not want to go outside to do her business. (I made her go outside against her wishes, for which I was glared at while she crouched and pooped, but it wasn’t in the house.)
It crossed my mind to check in with dad, but no one would go out in this weather, right? Yeah, you see where this is going.
I got a text around noon. Dad had skidded into a ditch and couldn’t get the car out. Help. I ground my teeth a little, but managed to refrain from texting questions about what the hell he was doing in his car on a day like today. That wouldn’t be helpful, especially after he said it had really scared him. So okay. I glance out the window and my little Fiat is encased in ice. Dad never really fit comfortably in it anyhow. I call my oldest son who just moved to town from Washington state after mustering out of the Navy. He says his 4WD truck is in the garage and he’ll come pick me up.
Oh, I forgot. I have to go because I’m the one with the AAA (thanks @l82theparty) and I’ll need to show them my card before they’ll pull him out of the ditch.
Hey, it would be smart to call AAA now and get the ball rolling since there are probably a shit ton of people in ditches today. So I call dad for a more specific location so I can tell AAA where to find him. He says his GPS just keeps giving him the street number, which is one I don’t recognize. Can he give me a cross street? No. Can he give me a landmark? The route between his house and the doctor’s office is pretty easy to recognize, we’ve done it a thousand times for two rounds of chemo and one round of radiation. No landmarks, just this street number. Okay, we’ll try sharing his location. Nope, that is way too technologically advanced. On the up side it killed time until my son showed up in his truck to collect me.
Some more questions with dad on the phone and we’re still no closer to understanding where he is. So I plug the street into the map just to get an idea and that’s when things begin to go sideways. This street shows up outside of town. Way outside of town. It’s between towns so that I can’t even tell you which little town it’s close to because it’s really just not. We follow the bouncing ball down the highway, past the casino on the outskirts of town, past the toll road, out to a place we’ve never heard of. It took us an hour to get this far, for the record.
I’ve decided my GPS has screwed us so I call dad again, confident we’re going to have to go back into town and comb the streets between the cancer center and dad’s house. But I ask him about the landscape he’s in, and he’s confirming everything sounds right. We drive up and down scary hills covered in ice, then some twisting roads also covered in ice, and Dad is on the phone saying that totally sounds right. To my son’s credit the truck only slipped on these roads a couple of times while he gritted his teeth and complained that he should have put something heavy in the truck bed.
We pass a dead end sign, and Dad doesn’t remember seeing one of those. I’m starting to believe we’re fucked. We pass another sign that says no outlet, and dad doesn’t remember it. My son gives me a look, and I shrug. Then we hit a patch of road that is a skating rink and the kid manages to slide himself onto a patch of grass as we both stare at my father’s car at the bottom of this icy hill in the middle of fucking nowhere. At least we found him, right?
Son and I slip and slide on foot down to the car where dad is fine, he’s got the heater on and the radio, just feels foolish and can’t get out because there’s a tree against the driver’s door. Because, dear reader who has made it this far, he’s not in a ditch. He skidded onto the side of the road where the land drops off into a ravine that was maybe 50 feet deep? I can’t say for sure because when I looked at his front tire and how close it was to the drop off it looked more like the Grand Canyon to me.
Okay dad, we’re not going to touch the car. You’re safe, don’t jostle yourself too much, I’m calling 911 for the first time in my life.
(Why is he in BFE? Oh, sorry, that’s Butt Fucking Egypt if you’re from around here. And I still don’t have an answer for that one.)
Meanwhile I look at the icy incline behind us and tell my son no tow truck is ever going to make it down that hill. A nice young Wagoner County Sheriff’s deputy shows up and his answer is to call a wrecker. I mention that no tow truck is ever going to make it down that hill and he gives me a look so I carefully inched my way back up the hill to sit in my son’s truck and wait.
About 20 minutes later it started to rain. About 30 minutes later it’s raining hard. Still raining hard another half hour or so later when the tow truck arrives on the scene.
Would you believe the tow truck driver said his boss won’t let him take his truck down that hill? He says he wouldn’t leave a person down there though (damn human of him) and the deputy, my son, and the tow truck driver trek down to Save Dad.
I watch from the top of the hill because they don’t need any women down there spouting truths and whatnot and getting in the way. I watch them pop the trunk and get my dad’s walker out. I’m standing in the pouring (so cold) rain watching through a layer of fog that has developed as shadowy figures hunch around the two open doors on the passenger side, I’m assuming they’re figuring out how to get dad out of the car on this side.
I can’t see, so I move over and step into a puddle of ice cold water. It’s not really integral to the story, except I was expecting to be pulling dad out of a suburban drainage ditch so I wore the wrong shoes. My nylon running shoes and my wonderful thick warm socks sucked up that icy water and held it like a lover. It was like the opposite of napalm; instead of fire sticking to my body it was ice cold water.
Meanwhile the boys have come far enough up the hill I can see they have dad sitting on the little bench on the walker and my son is walking backwards pulling it while the deputy and tow truck driver are each pushing a handlebar. My son falls down once, then gets up again. I’m not sure how, but they all manage to get back up that hill and get dad in the truck. It doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things but now I know exactly how much cold rain is required to saturate my rain resistant coat.
The story ends with my son managing to get the truck turned around and safely off of the ice sheet it was resting on. We’re all home and dry and safe and warm. My girl cooked me dinner and made me a hot toddy and snuggled me in warm clothes and an electric blanket. Dad’s car has probably depleted its battery by now because we were all three sitting in the truck when my son asked if he should try to walk back down and turn off the hazard lights. We left it.
So, how was your day?
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Eye of the Storm
Switch AU
A JSE Fanfic
Almost forgot to queue this because I was having so much fun with my friends haha. Anyway I'm very tired as I write this author's note so I'll be brief. This is mostly setup for the next chapter, and some exposition. JJ and Marvin look into some magic stuff, once again investigating that strange crystal ball. Meanwhile, Schneep thinks he's found where Jackie is. And yeah. A buncha stuff happens. Enjoy haha.
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Hey JJ. Those sound like some pretty serious issues. Do you want to meet up to talk about it in person?
JJ read the text from Persephone again, then looked up and scanned the restaurant. He was in the Waffle Cone, the same place where Aoife first introduced him to Persephone, the head of the Magic Circle. He was even sitting at the same table against the left wall. The waiter had been over a couple times to ask for his order, but he explained through writing that he wanted to wait for someone.
After what felt like forever, Persephone finally walked in. She noticed JJ right away and hurried over. “I am so sorry, I got caught up at work,” she said, sitting down.
Magic Circle things?
“No, I mean my actual job. What, d’you think running a magician coven pays the bills?” She laughed, then became serious once more. “Okay. But let’s get to this right away. This sounds like a complicated mess you’re in. Where do you want to start?”
JJ thought about it. Do you remember what I told you about Anti?
“The mind-control, right?” Persephone nodded. “That’s... pretty bad. Any magician who put someone under a spell like that would be immediately locked up for using strong black magic. This Distorter thing was able to just... do that?”
Well, Anti had been isolated for a couple days, JJ said. By that group I was looking for. IRIS. I think Distorter took advantage of that to... break him down.
“Hmm.” Persephone pursed her lips. “It’s... hard to know where to stand on Distorter. Aoife and I have done some research. He might be a Void, but I’ve never heard of a Void being so proficient in mental powers.”
What is a Void?
“Someone who has been consumed by a dark power.”
JJ sighed. That would make sense.
“But if Distorter is a Void, he’s not a normal one,” Persephone emphasized. “And honestly, a Void status would not help us to figure out Anti’s situation.” She paused. “Do you guys have any ideas at all?”
Our friend Stacy seemed to distract Distorter before, JJ recalled. Anti came out of the trance for a time while he was concerned with her.
“So you can distract him for a minute. That’s good. I did bring a list of counterspells.” Persephone reached into her purse and pulled out a few pieces of paper stapled together. “Maybe you could cast one while Distorter is distracted and it’ll dispel the power keeping Anti under his control.”
JJ raised an eyebrow at the list. Each page was covered in handwriting, on both sides. That’s a lot.
“There’s a lot of counterspells. And they’re always very long, which, by the way, have I ever mentioned how impressive it is that you can cast magic without spell words or some sort of implement like a wand?”
Practice, JJ said. My stage mask IS an implement, though, so if you see me wearing it casually, it’s because it makes things easier. But back to the topic at hand. What if the Circle helped with these counterspells? We both know multiple magicians makes magic stronger. Everyone couldn’t fit in the hospital, but surely we could bring Anti to the meeting house.
“Counterspells don’t work like that,” Persephone muttered sadly. “They’re sort of... they run opposite to all the usual rules. It’s why most magicians don’t even try to learn them. And I don’t think there’s a spell spell that could help your friend Anti.”
JJ sighed. He expected that, honestly. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t disappointed. What about IRIS? he asked.
“Oh yeah, we can totally help you find another one of their facilities if you need to,” Persephone said. “But remember. It was very tiring for us.”
Of course I remember that. He could vividly feel the lurch as their spells slammed into IRIS’s strange artificial power over and over again.
“So you have to be sure where this facility is,” she said. “And be sure that your friend is there. We probably won’t be able to do that two nights in a row. Hell, maybe not even two weeks in a row.”
That complicated things. It meant that JJ would have to rely on Schneep to find where Jackie was. But he nodded understandingly anyway. We’ll be sure. Now. Is there anything you want to tell me?
“Found anything else out about that crystal ball with the time magic in it?”
JJ shook his head. Not at all. I haven’t seen any more strange images in it. He’d tried a couple times, late at night mostly, staring into his own reflection in the hope that he could somehow divine a solution to this... this calamity they were in. Can you help with that?
“I can’t, but Aoife can. She’s the diviner, remember?” Persephone gave a little chuckle. “Call her sometime. Or... text her. Or you could FaceTime her, then she could see your signs.”
JJ groaned a little. How have I never thought about video calls for sign communication?
Persephone laughed. “Everyone has a blind spot. Don’t worry about it. Call her sometime, okay?”
I certainly will after realizing that.
“Great. Did you order food?”
JJ was a bit surprised at the sudden change in subject, but he rolled with it. No, I figured I should wait for you. I’m not too hungry anyway.
“Well I am. So let’s get something. We can talk about more magic while we do. I’m sure you have more questions about the Circle.”
And so they ordered.
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True to his word, Jameson called Aoife almost as soon as he got home, pausing only to tell Marvin everything Persephone had told him. Marvin was just as disappointed as he was to hear the Circle couldn’t help with Anti. “It woul’ve been awkward, anyway,” he said, covering up said disappointment. “We woul’ be jus’ standin’ around as you and all your magician friends did t’at.” And when JJ mentioned he was going to go up to the workroom and call Aoife about the crystal ball, Marvin said he would come, too. “I’m jus’ as curious about the t’ing as you are, y’know.” JJ pointed out that the wheelchair couldn’t go upstairs. But Marvin insisted. So JJ gave in and helped him up.
So now the two of them were there. Marvin sat in the room’s one chair—a swivel chair paired with the desk—while JJ propped his phone up using the pop socket and a scarf, and called Aoife through FaceTime.
It took a while before she picked up. When she did, it looked like she was somewhere... old? An old library? The reference section of an old library? JJ could see bookshelves of binders behind her. “Jameson? What’s up?” she asked in a quiet voice.
Is this a bad time? JJ asked.
“No, it’s fine, I was just doing paperwork for an old case. It can wait. What is it?”
I wanted to ask more about this. JJ held up the black crystal ball, careful not to touch it with his hands and instead using another scarf as a barrier.
“Have you seen anything else in there?”
JJ shook his head, put the crystal ball down again, and signed, The opposite, actually. I’ve been trying but nothing happens.
“What have you been doing to try?”
JJ paused. Last time it activated when I just touched it, so... that? And pouring magic into it.
Aoife shook her head. “I don’t think that would do anything.”
Why not? It did last time.
“How do I put this... sometimes old magic items will randomly become super sensitive. I’m not sure how old the crystal ball is, but I know I had it for years, and the Circle had it for years before me.”
JJ frowned. Somehow, that explanation sounded... wrong. Like it wasn’t what was happening. What about me pouring magic into it?
“Raw power?” Aoife asked. When JJ nodded, she continued. “Yeah no, that wouldn’t work. Divination is very specific magic, very tricky to wield. Most people can’t do it on their own, they need special tools. And before you say the crystal ball could be a tool, I’ll remind you it isn’t even supposed to have time magic in the first place. It’s not the right kind of crystal.”
“T’is is all very fascinatin’, and I do mean t’at,” Marvin said. “But can we get it t’work at all, t’en?”
“Oh! God, Marvin, you scared the bejeezus out of me.”
“Sorry! Forgot I was out of frame.” Marvin wheeled the desk chair into view of the phone with his good leg and cane. “Hello, Aoife. Nice t’see ye.”
“Nice t’see ye too,” Aoife repeated, her Irish accent briefly becoming stronger. “Anyway. You want it to work again?”
JJ nodded.
“Well, check first that it still has magic in it. Do you know how to do a Revelation?”
Another nod. JJ learned it after seeing Persephone do it one time.
“Do it, then.”
JJ held a hand over the crystal ball. He pulled his stage mask down over his face and concentrated. A light blue mist curled around his fingers and fell onto the crystal.
The black crystal surface changed immediately, the reflections on it disappearing. Instead, a tunnel appeared. It seemed to disappear into the crystal, a vortex of blue and orange swirling into infinity. It only appeared for a second, and then it was gone, and the ordinary reflections were back.
Aoife started to say something, but was interrupted when Marvin shouted. He wheeled closer to the table where the crystal was. “T’at—! T’at was—! T’at—!”
Marvin? JJ signed, confused. Calm down.
“Spiral!” Marvin shouted. “The spiral tunnel!”
What’s the spiral tunnel? JJ asked, confused.
“I... I-I don’ remember!” Marvin clutched his head. “I don’ remember, but t’at’s it!”
“Have you seen that before?” Aoife asked from the phone screen.
“Yes!” Marvin’s head shot up again and he pointed at her insistently. “Yes, I’ve seen it before!”
When? JJ asked, curious.
“I... I don’ remember!” Marvin slumped in his seat. “But I know I have. I know I have.”
“Well, that spiral tunnel also appeared when Persephone Revealed the crystal’s magic to us a couple weeks ago, so it must be a sign of that time magic,” Aoife said. “You’re JJ’s man-out-of-time friend. Maybe... you saw it when you arrived here. Or, now.”
We never figured out where that time magic came from, either, JJ recalled.
“Do you t’ink...” Marvin paused, swallowing a lump in his throat. “Is t’ere any way I caused it?”
“Did you ever come into contact with the crystal?” Aoife asked.
“Yes... one day, the day Distorter... used Anti to take me to...” Marvin’s voice got steadily quieter, until eventually it faded away entirely.
JJ’s eyes widened. Marvin, didn’t you see Anti in the reflection of the crystal? And then he attacked you?
“From behind...” Marvin whispered, revelation dawning on his face. “The way he got me t’at day. From behind. A-and I saw him behind me in the crystal.”
“Alright, forget what I said about old magic items being sensitive,” Aoife dismissed. “The reason Jameson saw visions while simply touching it is probably because the crystal was recently imbued with the magic at that point. By now it’s settled so it will be harder to activate.”
“You agree, t’en?” Marvin pressed. “T’at magic came from me?”
“Most likely. From what I know, the timeline seems to add up. Marvin, you’re a witch, aren’t you?”
“I’m—e-excuse me?”
“Someone who uses magickal items and rituals on a regular basis,” Aoife explained.
“I... do have my magickal cards,” Marvin said slowly. “But how do you know t’at?”
Aoife blinked. “I’m... not sure. It must have been one of my feelings.”
We always trust Aoife’s feelings, JJ said to Marvin. She did think something was wrong about those IRIS cameras, remember?
“Alrigh’, alrigh’.” Marvin decided to move on. “But what does me bein’ a... witch... have t’do with t’is whole mess?”
“That’s the question,” Aoife mused. “As a witch you don’t have magic of your own, you shouldn’t be able to imbue objects with power by yourself. Did you have your cards at that point?”
“...no.” Marvin slowly shook his head.
This is all very confusing, JJ said. But, I called you for a purpose, Aoife. How do I use the crystal ball’s magic again? To see the visions?
“Hmm.” Aoife thought about it. “Marvin. Can you touch it first? Maybe it needs... a refresh?”
“I s’pose it’s worth a try,” Marvin said, shrugging. He pushed his chair right up to the table and reached out. “Do I... pick it up?” JJ nodded, so Marvin took a deep breath and grabbed the crystal ball in both hands. He stared at his reflection on its surface.
“Do you see anything unusual?” Aoife asked quietly.
“I t’ink...” Marvin paused. “I t’ink the room behind me is diff’rent? T’ere are no bookshelves, and the walls are lighter in color.” He laughed. “T’at’s not as big a clue for the future as Anti bein’ behind me. All t’is means is I’ll be in a different room eventually.”
That’s still proof that there’s some time magic still in there, Jameson said. Aoife? Do you think I can activate it now?
“Touch it and see if you see anything,” Aoife suggested.
JJ nodded slowly. He reached out to take the crystal ball from Marvin—
An image flashed before his eyes. A single vision, one of the many he’d seen that day. Jackie, sitting at a computer screen in a dark room. Only now... now the image was clearer. Crisper. He could see more of the room, though its plain office-like appearance told him nothing. What mattered more... was the image he could see on the sleeve of the white coat Jackie was wearing. It resembled an eye, with three circles for irises.
And then it was gone.
“You saw somet’ing, didn’ you?” Marvin asked. “Your expression... went all shocked... all of a sudden.”
JJ took a deep breath, and raised his hands to sign shakily. I saw Jackie sitting in an office, at a computer. He was wearing a white coat... with IRIS’s logo on it.
“...oh,” Marvin whispered.
Well, that’s not very helpful, JJ said, trying to dismiss the shock of what he’d seen. We know Jackie is working for IRIS now.
“Sometimes it helps to think of visions as guidance, or as confirmation,” Aoife said.
“So... it’s tellin’ us t’at we shoul’ definitely find Jackie before we deal with Anti’s situation?” Marvin guessed.
Or it’s confirming that Jackie really is working for them like we thought, JJ said. Then he paused. I saw that same vision before... just less clear. Was it... always trying to tell us this...?
“It must have,” Aoife confirmed.
“If it was tellin’ us the same t’ing weeks ago... does t’at mean our future is locked...?” The expression on Marvin’s face could only be described as ‘overwhelmed by gloom.’
“Now boys,” Aoife said firmly. “That’s not true. The whole reason divination is hard for those who don’t have the natural talent is because the future is so uncertain. Having the same vision twice in a row just means it hasn’t changed yet. Or, it has, but that particular event isn’t what changed. Or it has but the meaning of the event is different now. It’s all very complicated. Don’t worry too much about the future.”
JJ blinked, as if that concept was completely foreign to him.
“We’ll work on t’at,” Marvin said hurriedly.
“In any case, it’s possible that the crystal ball won’t be able to show you visions frequently,” Aoife said. “Okay? So don’t put all your hopes on that, either.”
We’ll try, JJ said. But if we do want to see a vision, Marvin has to do it first?
“Seems like it. But really.” Aoife brought her phone close to her face and narrowed her eyes. “Try not to worry. It’s not good for you, JJ.”
JJ laughed. I’ll try. I’ll talk to you again some other time, okay?
“Okay.” Aoife leaned back again. “Goodbye, then.”
Goodbye. And with that, JJ ended the call.
———————
Schneep’s eyes were really starting to hurt. He’d been doing nothing but stare at a computer screen ever since they decided to focus their efforts on finding Jackie. Had he... gone to sleep last night? He couldn’t remember. And honestly, he didn’t feel too worse for wear if he didn’t. That scared him a little. Sure, it was helpful, but he didn’t ask for that.
He would have taken the chance to be immune to Distorter’s tricks if it was offered. But it was not offered.
“Hör auf darüber nachzudenken,” he muttered to himself. Stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about it. But he couldn’t help it. How could he not think about it?
By continuing to look through IRIS’s files. That’s how.
He lied to himself earlier when he said he’d done nothing but stare at the computer screen. In truth, he snuck up north yesterday to try and download more of IRIS’s database. He got some. Would it be enough? Would it be...
...
Yes. It was enough.
Schneep reread what he’d found over and over again. This was up to date, right? It was accurate, right?
Yes. Yes!
He had to call the others. He had to talk to them. Who first? Hah. He wondered that, but there was only really one option. And so he picked up his phone and dialed Rama’s number.
It rang for a long time before the other end picked up. “Who is this?” Rama asked.
Right. He’d gotten another new phone. “Rama? It is me, Henrik,” he said. “I found him.”
Rama’s attitude instantly shifted. “You did?! Where? Where is Jackie?!”
“He is stationed at an IRIS facility east of Mirygale,” Schneep said quietly. “It was converted from an old prison, like the one to the north. Recently, yes, too. I have the coordinates. For, ah, ah... for the GPS. I mean.”
“Can you text them to me?”
“Now? Yes, hold onto your... hat.” Schneep pulled the phone away from his ear and sent a text to Rama, making sure to carefully copy down the coordinates on his computer screen. “There. Did you get that?”
A moment of silence. “Yes, I did.”
“Good. We must act as soon as possible. We must act to find him and, ahhh... get him out of there. Or, stop him? He’s doing nothing, I’m sure, but IRIS has goals, and they might be... something he is helping with... not knowingly.”
“Henrik? Are you... okay?” Rama asked, sounding concerned.
“What are you meaning? Of course I am.”
“You sound, uh... really fucking weird.”
“Am I? I mean, do I?” Schneep leaned back in his chair and stared at the motel ceiling. “I do not feel weird.”
“Well, maybe you do but you don’t realize it. How much sleep did you get last night?”
He didn’t remember. “I’m sure it was enough, I feel full of energy.”
“Yeah, ‘I’m sure it was enough’ is not how well-rested people respond to that question. Take a moment to actually look at yourself.”
“In the mirror?” Schneep asked, and giggled.
“I meant metaphorically,” Rama said seriously. “Look inward. Think about how you feel. You may think you’re full of energy, but that could just be your body running on adrenaline.”
“I don’t want to look inward, there are things there now,” Schneep whispered. “The Distorter was here. I saw him when he did not want me to. It’s because there are things there now. I have a scar on... I have them all over.”
“Henrik,” Rama said softly.
“This is not the time. We have to go get Jackie.” Schneep stood up, stumbling for a moment before something in his legs naturally corrected him. No, wait. That was just him. He did that. By himself. “I will be right where you want to meet me, and I will be there right away.”
“We can’t go get Jackie right away,” Rama said, pain in their voice. “I fucking want to, but... but apparently the IRIS facilities have themselves some strange shield around them that makes it impossible for you to see anything even when you know it’s there. Last time, when they went looking for Anti, JJ had to get a lot of other magicians to help him break that shield. So even if we go there, we can’t do anything.”
“I don’t want to do nothing.” Why did his eyes feel wet? Why did they feel... weak? He’d thought about this recently, he wondered if they were a different shade of blue. Or maybe only one? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t want to look into the mirror to check for sure. “I-I don’t want to do nothing,” he said again, voice breaking.
“You won’t be doing nothing. Waiting isn’t nothing.” Rama was clearly trying to reassure him, but he didn’t think it was working.
“I wait for everything,” Schneep muttered. He stood in the center of the room, one arm dangling loosely as the other pressed the phone close to his face. “I waited for so much. I wait, I wait, I wait, the only thing there was the worry, the... more than worry, the... Furcht. I cannot remember what the word is. But it was just me and it, and the wait, the wait, the wait for them to come... And then when the wait is over they take you back and it starts again, and you look at yourself, and you think... you think there is something in there that was not before... I was asleep. I was asleep. Except for the mistake. I was asleep. But I knew even before the mistake...”
“Henrik!” Rama’s shout snapped Schneep out of whatever trance he’d just slipped into. “You need to rest.”
“I don’t want to fall asleep.” Schneep’s own voice was so quiet he wasn’t sure Rama could hear him. “Even if it was better than the mistake where I was not. I don’t want to fall asleep.”
“You have to try. You cannot function without it. As I can tell just over the phone.” Rama paused. “Nothing... nothing will happen to you, okay? There won’t be anything new when you wake up.”
“...do you promise?” Schneep hated that he just asked that. Like a child looking to their parents for reassurance that there was nothing in the closet. But he... he had to. He had to have that reassurance, real or imagined.
“I promise,” Rama said. “And when we break through IRIS’s shield, I will call you to tell you. And then we can go get Jackie. Okay?”
“Okay.” He took a deep breath. “Thank you, Rama. I am sorry I’m being so... foolish.”
“You’re the least foolish person I know, Henrik.”
“...Thank you,” Schneep said again, and hung up.
So maybe he did still need sleep. And as he laid down on the bed and drifted off, that fact brought him a strange comfort.
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Do you think we could try tonight?
Tonight? I guess we could call an urgent meeting like we did last time. Are you sure tho? Thats really soon.
Yes. I’m sure.
“So you’ll be tryin’ t’at same spell with the Circle now, t’en?” Marvin asked, looking over at JJ in the entrance hall from his spot in the living room.
JJ nodded. I really don’t think we should waste any time.
“Because of the crystal ball visions?”
No, but they certainly didn’t help, JJ said. Will you be okay with me gone? If I recall, last time you were home alone while I was out at this, you left the house late at night on sketchy instructions from Schneep.
“I did, but t’at’s how I got my cards bask, isn’ it?” Marvin shuffled said cards on his lap. Mr. Flufflington, lying on the sofa nearby, suddenly raised his head in surprise at the shuffle sound. “Oh, sorry, Mister. Didn’ mean to wake you up. Anyway, don’ worry about me, Jems, I’m not plannin’ on goin’ anywhere.”
You weren’t planning on going anywhere last time, either, JJ pointed out.
“Well, I’m even less so now.”
JJ stared at him for a moment, then nodded. I’ll be back late again. Don’t wait for me.
“Good night, t’en. And good luck.”
Good night. JJ said that, then left, the front door locking behind him.
Well, with Marvin alone he had to figure out how to spend the rest of the night. Normally he’d read a book and then head to bed... but after earlier, he wanted to look at his cards some more. He was trying to form new patterns with them, balancing a tray across his wheelchair arms for a flat surface.
The two unknowns were bothering him. The jokers. He didn’t know why he had this nagging feeling that they were important. Was it simply because they didn’t know what their symbols meant?
Curious, he separated the two of them from the rest, lying them face-down on the tray so he could examine the runes on the back. An angled spiral with an X over it. That was a much more complicated symbol than any of the others. Did that mean it was powerful? The higher-value cards did seem to have broader concepts—and maybe more powerful runes. Jokers were wild. They could be anything. That was a sort of power.
What would happen if he tried to make a pattern with them?
Marvin debated that for a second, and then decided that nothing ventured, nothing gained. All of the successful patterns he’d found so far had needed at least one of the aces, so he grabbed the Ace of Hearts, with its rune meaning “mark” or “creation.” He placed it in between the two jokers, trying to find an arrangement where the lines on the back designs of the cards matched up. But nothing worked. Maybe he needed more cards?
He searched through the deck and found the King of Hearts. The rune on its back meant, funny enough, “heart” or “life.” Then he grabbed the Five of Hearts (“leaf” or “growth”) as well, because why not make this a heart suit party? Idly, he started messing with the five cards, shifting their positions relative to the others, bending close over—
Marvin screamed. His leg—his broken leg, it—it hurt again! “Fuck!” It was piercing, burning, sharp pain—
Instinctively, he swept a hand over the five cards, dislodging the formation they’d been in. And the pain instantly stopped. He sat there, breathing, for a moment, getting over the sudden agony and its even more sudden disappearance. Then, tentatively, he reached down and gently prodded the injury. It didn’t feel like it had rebroken. Good. Good.
“What the fucking hell was that about?” Marvin asked himself. He looked down at the cards. What pattern had they been in...? Right. The two jokers vertical on either side, with the other three horizontal and stacked on top of each other. Though he was morbidly curious to try it again, he resisted; he didn’t really feel like experiencing his leg breaking all over again. That wasn’t what happened, of course... but it certainly felt like it.
And though that probably should have warned him off from experimenting with his cards for the night, it didn’t. He merely put the jokers to the side once more and resumed. Their angled spirals seemed to shift in the corner of his eyes. Getting smaller and bigger, closing and opening.
———————
Schneep was awoken by a ringing sound. He started up, panic rushing into his heart—then realized it was his phone. Quickly he reached over to the nightstand and picked it up to check the caller ID. It was Rama again. So soon?
Wait... it wasn’t soon at all. The clock on the nightstand read 7:01... am, not pm. And there was early gray sunlight coming through the curtains. And his stomach was rumbling. When was the last time he’d eaten something?
The phone was still ringing. Sitting up, Schneep answered the call. “Hello?”
“Henrik? It’s Rama. Good morning.”
“It is morning, isn’t it?” he muttered, then laughed. “I have been asleep since you last called me.”
“Good,” they said firmly, sincerely. “It sounded like you needed it.”
“I did, I did.” Schneep nodded. “But to serious business. I can only guess you’re calling me because of Jackie.”
“Yes. Jameson and his magicians did that same spell, they found a second IRIS facility right where you said it would be. Well, it was a bit complicated, we had to actually drive out to the location first and that took a while—but after all that, it was there. We are planning on going there today. In only a couple hours if possible.”
“Good.” Schneep nodded. “Give me time to get ready and eat something.”
“You’re coming?!” Rama didn’t bother to hide their surprise. “But... your history...”
“I know,” Schneep said quietly. “But that is why I must go with you. Together we can provide Jackie with enough reasons to see sense. You can tell him why it was such a bad idea to leave... and I can tell him what IRIS is truly doing.”
Rama was silent for a moment. Then they sighed. “It’s up to you. What time would be okay with you? Nine o’clock?”
“That sounds good. Let’s meet at the park again. Will it be just the two of us?”
“No, Jameson is coming too.”
“Not Marvin, though?” Strange, Schneep would’ve thought Marvin would insist on coming even with a broken leg.
“No, he said he wanted to work on things with those magick cards of his. As for Jack and Stacy, well, Jack says someone should stay behind with Anti in case there are any developments. And Stacy has work again. She really wants to help, though. But I do not think this moment is her calling, you know?”
“I understand.” Schneep took a deep breath and stood up. “Nine o’clock at the park. I will see you there. We will finish this.”
“We will finish this,” Rama agreed. “See you then.” And they hung up.
Schneep lowered the phone. His hands were shaking. But he would do this. He would go get Jackie back.
#jacksepticeye#jacksepticeye fanfiction#jacksepticegos#septic egos#septic egos au#jacksepticeye au#jameson jackson#marvin the magnificent#dr schneeplestein#brigid writes fanfiction#septicswitchau
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(Proofreading but forgive me if some things are off-)
Meg….hear me out for a minute.
I’ve been thinking of Eros and MC too much lately and your draft was literally?? So good?? I’m receiving crumbs of Eros and MC and I’m HERE FOR IT!!
But anyway my brain randomly thought of how our Mr. Frog (Chance Valentine) told the MC he loved her once she followed him on a dangerous mission. She got hurt and he’s like “you idiot girl :(” and he said how he loved her (I believe so). Now hear me out. What if….Eros did the same thing? Not the idiot girl part BUT the part where MC is kidnapped or injured very badly in the middle of a fight on their first case. My mind went with the kidnapped one because….It feels more angsty than the other one lol.
So MC and Eros get into a fight (obviously) because of something in the case and their differing opinions, and they both go home very angry. However, MC wasn’t alone. She gets home and believes all is well, but she doesn’t realize the enemy followed her (or one of the enemies if there is multiple). They get her vulnerable and overpower her and manage to take her somewhere no one knows of. Now, next day Eros arrives at their next meeting place since they got a lead, but MC isn’t there. Eros is confused because usually she was there first, always eager to show him that she was at least better than him at showing up early. He gets confused and waits for awhile to see if she shows, but she never does.
They’d gotten into arguments before on the case, and they’ve both gone home very angry, but still she showed up each time. But…now she wasn’t. He’s thinking, “Did I piss her off that badly?” But he doesn’t let it stop him. He looks into the lead and does work as normal, but without her slightly comforting presence. He begins to realize he missed her little quips and the way they would go back and forth with each other in a friendly way (sometimes). But once again, he pushes it off and assumes that she needed more time to calm down.
She doesn’t show up for the rest of the day. There’s no text message of an apology or of anger, just nothing. Radio silence is all he gets from her, and a day passes before he actually gets worried. Mainly because she didn’t meet him again, and she never went to H.E.R.A in the past two days. He knew she would never skip out on doing her job and showing up to give her info to Alex, so now it didn’t make sense and it began to gnaw at his heart. He calls Alex to get more context and confirms that even they haven’t seen or heard from her.
Now his heart is HEAVY with guilt and worry. He pushes down his pride and goes to her apartment, hoping to meet her and apologize, but she’s not there either. He knocks and knocks, but gets no answer, not even sound of movement. He knew he shouldn’t invade on her privacy, but he finds a way into her apartment (some godly powers or something) and sees everything a mess. Anybody could tell that a struggle took place, and this made his heart drop. He looks around at everything messed with, practically looks around her whole apartment (other than her real personal stuff) and notices something the enemy forgot.
Her ring. It’s on the floor and almost hidden completely from sight, but it’s there. Now he knows this isn’t her ignoring him because of her anger, this is serious. She’s been taken and is vulnerable against a godly being. Now he feels guilt and anger. He feels guilt at how he started the argument, pushed her further and further until she left, and how he didn’t even check on her at all. But then his pride comes back. “If she had just listened to me!” Is his first thought. But he pushes it aside and let’s Alex know so they can help. Now all of HERA knows that an agent is missing and is in danger, and they can feel the tension and unease from Eros. Gods always gave mortals and even demigods a heavy feeling, but now they feel it more because of his emotions.
Now, talking about MCs side. She wakes up and immediately realizes she’s kidnapped. She looks around and has no idea where she is, and then she realizes she doesn’t have her ring. It makes her blood go cold and her whole body freeze. She may have been strong, but that was against a mortal. She had no chance fighting a godly being (or monster), so now she feared for her life. The enemy taunts her (like they always do🙄) and threatens her. They’re playing with their prey, and there’s nothing she can do. She does try to fight back, but they injure her and it's pretty bad. She’s at their mercy, and she prays to the gods for someone to find her.
Her mind can’t help but wander to Eros. I imagine this taking place after a time where Eros made fun of her feelings towards him. You mentioned in a past fic that he made fun of her growing love towards him, and I imagine this happens after that. She feels anger at what he said before, but she can’t help but feel fear and pray that he saves her. She has many things to tell him, and she wants to help. She’s never been a woman to give up after all.
Eventually, Eros finds her and sees her weakened state. He sees the unhealed injuries on her body and he gets PISSED. He begins to run over to her, but the enemy appears and blocks her. They do the whole thing where they try to harm her and when Eros tries to fight back, they use her as a shield or as a reason he shouldn’t fight back.
“If you move, she gets it,” is something they would say.
This situation is terrifying for both of them, and he has never listened to someone telling him what to do, telling him how he should be, but he listens now. He found himself doing that more and more often because of her. She’d brought back a different side of him, a better side, and now he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe. To bring her back and get her healed. He wants to apologize and admit his care for her. This whole situation has helped him realize everything he feels for her. He doesn’t know how he buried it deep in his heart, but he did and now it was dug up to the surface and he can’t put it back down.
I can't think of all the details, but he manages to defeat the enemy, with her help, and then he takes her to safety, they make up, and then kiss kiss fall in love. I'm really bad at wrapping things up Meg😭, but I liked this idea a little bit.
My mind only has been thinking of this for about...a day so it's not the best described idea, but I hope it makes sense and I painted some of the angst properly. And I hope I wrote Eros's character at least somewhat in character and not terribly. BUT ANYWAYS! I hope you liked this angst idea like I did.
#astoria fates kiss#astoria fates kiss Eros#my writing#I love Eros and MC SO much. the potential of growth is SO good#just.....so good....the potential!!! I love him!!! Even tho in canon he's not so good lol#But yeah I hope you liked this and I hope it was alright! My brain just shoved this idea out-#I hope you have a good day Meg💙💙💙
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[Video transcript begin.]
[The transcript begins with the camera in a shirt pocket facing a child, the child is playing a game on a computer seemingly winning. The rest of the room shares colors with the rest of the mall, gray and white.]
?: Are you ever going to let me use my computer?
[Voice identified: Rose Henderson.]
[The child tilts the thumb to the middle, indicating a ‘Maybe.” Rose sighs and sits down on the floor, made obvious by the camera shaking.]
?: When did you even get that? I feel like I woke up one day and it was just… in here. Unless you always had it.
[Voice identified: Edgar.]
R: Ness gave me her old computer, I brought it in here with me.
E: Oh, I guess I just… didn’t see it.
R: Probably, ugh Sparrow I need to use my computer eventually y'know.
?: Sí.
[Voice identified: Sparrow.]
R: Edgar help. The child is being impossible…
[The following line of text is translated from French to English.]
Sp: [Muttering.] You're the one being impossible here.
E: Sorry, you’re on your own here, Rosie.
[Rose's breathing hitches, she tosses the phone into Sparrow's wagon. When the camera readjusts the camera is propped up by something seemingly one of Sparrow's legs.]
R: [Whispered.] Don't fucking call me that.
E: [Genuine confusion.] Did I… say something wrong?
[Rose hops up in anger, looking as if someone kicked her cat.]
R: DON'T FUCKING CALL ME ROSIE I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE FUCK YOU HEARD THAT BUT NEVER USE IT AGAIN!
[Edgar slightly flinches away from Rose, eyes wide.]
E: Shit– I… sorry, I didn’t–
R: WHAT MAKES YOU THINK, AFTER I AVOID THAT NICKNAME FOR SO FUCKING LONG I'D WANT TO BE CALLED IT NOW?
E: Rose, I didn’t know! I’m sorry!
R: WHAT SORRY LIKE WHEN YOU LIED ABOUT ADAM CHOKING YOU? SORRY LIKE WHEN YOU LIED ABOUT BEING OK?
[Edgar stands up, his fists and jaw clenched.]
E: You know why I did that. Don’t.
R: NO I DON'T KNOW WHY! I DON'T KNOW WHY BECAUSE YOU NEVER SAY ANYTHING!
E: I’VE BEEN FUCKING TRYING, ROSE. IT’S HARD!
?: Yep I'm out, not listening to people get into a screaming match three days in a fucking row.
[Voice identified: Mari.]
R: YOU STILL LIED! YOU LIED AGAIN AND AGAIN AND A-FUCKING-GAIN.
E: I DID IT BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WOULD KEEP YOU SAFE. IT DIDN’T. BUT I THOUGHT IT WOULD. I DO THE THINGS I DO FOR YOU, ROSE!
R: LIKE ALMOST GETTING YOURSELF KILLED DAY IN DAY FUCKING OUT? BECAUSE YOU GET INTO POINTLESS FIGHTS! THAT'S TO KEEP ME SAFE? YOU DOING SUICIDAL SHIT IS FOR ME?
Sp: You both need to cal-
R: SHUT THE FUCK UP SPARROW!
E: Leave the kid out of this, Rose. And don’t fucking bring that up.
[Rose reaches for a pocket knife and almost jams it into Edgar's leg before stopping, Edgar backs away quickly, an expression of terror on his face, tears begin rolling down Rose’s face.]
Sp: Do not take my knife.
R: Fuck… Fuck…
[Rose drops the knife on the ground, it clatters against the tile floor.]
E: I–
R: I didn't mean to… I’m sorry I… I…
[Edgar glances between Rose and the knife, breathing heavily.]
R: [Whispered.] Ruby… I- I'm sorry… I didn't mean to do it again…
E: Rose, you–
[Rose falls down on the ground, tears streaming from her face. She looks at her hands.]
R: Why is there so much blood… Why why why…
[Edgar takes a few steps forward, not saying anything.]
R: WHY ARE MY HANDS COVERED IN BLOOD!
E: They’re– they’re not. I– what are you…?
Sp: OH.
E: What? What is it?
Sp: Rose's timer for her meds never went off this morning, she is having a hallucination.
E: Shit– what do we do?
Sp: Give her the medicine for one. It's in her bag.
[Edgar nods, and moves to grab it, but he stumbles and falls to the floor.]
R: I stabbed her again… I hurt her again, I fucked up!
[He mouths the word ‘her’ before his eyes widen, and he attempts to stand up to grab the medication.]
R: I'm the reason she's dea-
[Rose coughs, what she coughs up is left out of frame.]
[Edgar fumbles around in Rose’s bag, before pulling out a container and quickly handing it over to Sparrow.]
Sp: Rose you forgot to take your meds.
[Rose doesn't respond, instead just sitting there shaking.]
Sp: Hm.
[Sparrow rolls over to Rose in the wagon, Her face beet red as she continues crying. Sparrow pops two small pills in her mouth and gives her a bottle of water.]
Sp: Hello?
[Rose swallows the pills and after 2 minutes finally calms down, looking around the area.]
R: I… Fucking hell…
E: Rose…?
R: Uh… Fuck reality check… Sparrow are you real?
Sp: Sí.
R: Dad, I'm not like… Seeing a vision of you or something?
E: No. I’m– I’m here.
R: … I almost stabbed you…
[Edgar nods shakily, looking away from Rose.]
R: I… I'm sorry… I'm so fucking sorry…
[The man says nothing, his shoulders hunched, the energy in the room seems very tense.]
Sp: I mean… You shot him in the leg that one time, so uh… This is better?
[Edgar shakes his head at Sparrow.]
Sp: Sorry…
[Rose stands up and grabs the wagon handle.]
R: I'm gonna take Sparrow on a supply run, when we get back… Can you and I talk?
E: Y– yeah. We can.
R: Cool… Sorry again, be back soon.
?: I'll stay with Edgar.
[Still awaiting name.]
R: Cool, later.
[Rose walks off and the transcript automatically ends.]
[End transcript.]
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Hot High
Pairing: Johnny x Reader; Jake x Reader
warning: none
Word Count: 1.6k
“I know what I saw! I wouldn’t lie to you, ___” Johnny defended. “Ransom is a selfish prick and only uses you because of your powers. He doesn’t feel the same and is stringing you along, so he can benefit from being your friend.”
“That's not true, Johnny; Ransom has been my friend since elementary, and he wouldn’t flake on me-especially if he knows how important it is to me.”
This argument has been going on for ten minutes. The bickering between a hot head and a pothead. It began when Johnny saw Ransom conversing with Martha about a date tonight. Even though your recital is tonight, the same recital you told Ransom about earlier this week.
“Maybe you just heard it wrong?” You shrugged. “Maybe they were planning the date for next week or something? Ransom isn’t like that and I hate that you think so lowly of him.” you were fuming. Johnny's dislike for Ransom began when Johnny noticed Ransom using you for your powers. It started off innocent enough, but he saw how consistent the routine became. Sprouting out weed bushes whenever he needed a hit or to sell to other college kids. He was utilizing your power for his own personal gain and Johnny was tired of it.
“If you don’t believe me, call Ransom. Call the bitch and he can confirm all I’m telling you.”
“I’m not calling him! I know my best friend and maybe you need to stay out of our friendship. I don’t know ever since we started hanging out you’ve been so suffocating-especially when it comes to Ransom. Why don’t you go hang out with your other friends and stop meddling in my life all the time.”
Pain flashed through Johnny’s cerulean eyes, he started to respond, but gave a disgruntled chuckle and walked away.
“Johnny wait,” you reached for his arm only for him to snatch it back.
“You wanna know what’s crazy. I told you about how my ex best friend used me. How she relished in the fact that I could combust into flames. I was just a gimmick to her, something to flicker on and off at her disposal. Ransom is treating you the same way she treated me. I know that you want to believe he’s still that same guy, but it isn’t and he probably never was. We’ve only hung out for three weeks and never once has Ransom called you, text you, or even approach you. You are the one who has to do it first.” Johnny sighs. “Maybe that’s a sign.”
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You were finally done with classes and needed to see Ransom before Wanda snatched you away to prepare for tonight. When you finally spotted him, you see him with Martha coaxing near your school’s fountain.
“Hey Ransom! I’ve been looking for you all day. Did you leave your phone at home again?” you inquire, not noticing Martha rolling her eyes at you. “ What’s up, ___,” Ransom scratched the back of his neck. “ I did actually leave my phone at home. Sorry about that, but what did you need me for?”
“I just wanted to hang out before tonight. You know how Wanda gets when we have our concerts and I really need my best friend before I have to deal with her wrath.” you softly giggled, but between Martha’s stifle laughter and Ransom’s furrowed brows , you knew he wouldn’t have time. “I’m sorry, cupcake. I won’t be able to because I promised Martha here that I would help her, but I guarantee I will be there tonight.” he gave his signature smirk that would normally reassure you. Sadly, it only makes your eyes water when he gives your shoulder a squeeze as he leaves with Martha. You brushed off the interaction, chalking it up to pre-show jitters. Ransom had a life outside of you as well and it would be hypocritical to lash out because of his plans. Plus he said he would make it, so Johnny was wrong.
While you were convincing yourself of Ransom’s loyalty, he rushed back to you, maybe to spend at least a few minutes with you, as you hoped.
“Yeah?”
“I forgot that Bucky needed to re-up his stash. Do you mind giving me some good shit, princess?” He asked in a hushed tone. I frowned. Weed was strictly prohibited on campus. Heavily enforced and anyone caught with the substance could be expelled, so why is Ransom asking while we were still at school.
“I can’t Ransom. You know how strict that is about weed on campus. I could get expelled.” He rubbed his temples, something he always did when he was agitated. “Look cupcake, there isn’t anyone around. I wouldn’t put you in a situation that leads you in trouble. What kind of best friend would I be?”
You hesitated. It wasn’t going to take long to materialize Mary Jane for him, but there’s eyes everywhere on campus and anyone could easily snitch. “Wouldn’t you do it for me? I really need the money, bubba. You know my parents cut me off.” He pouted, eyes crestfallen, making your heart clench. “Okay, just be on the lookout.” You gave in.
With an unsteady head, you collected some nearby daisy and with a sleight of hand transformed them into some grade A kush. Ransom greedily took the weed and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving to be with Martha. Well that hurts.
A hand on your shoulder makes you jump. “I know that wasn’t what I think it was, Ms. ____.” A security guard asked. “I know that wasn’t cannabis.” He clicked his tongue as he circled around you. “Something that is against our school code.”
Jake Jensen. Security intern. Also the bane of your existence.
“Cmon Jake, don’t do this to me.” You exhaust, hoping Jake would take a little mercy on you. “If you report me, then I’ll get expelled. You already know how they treat mutants here. They see us as inferior beings who are only looking for trouble. Just spare me this one time, please?” You pleaded as Jake eyebrow raised.
“___, I caught you giving Ransom weed.” He explained. “And I haven’t forgotten the last time I caught you and Johnny smoking outside of his dorm. It’s enough that I put my neck out for Johnny, but damn it ____ can you make my job a little easier?” He fussed. “This is the last time I’m letting you slide. Next time, I’m carrying you to the dean myself. Got it?”
“Thank you!” you gave a tight embrace, surprising both of you. He cleared his throat to ease the awkward tension. “So, you have a recital tonight? I heard Tony Starks is going to be there.” Jake nibbled on his bottom lip as he tried to make conversation. “ I know how much you love his work. I noticed your binder one day and I saw one of his playbills inside, so I guess I'm just assuming because there could be a million reasons why you would have it. Not that I don’t think you wouldn’t like Tony Stark. He’s very charismatic, smart, and a billionaire playboy.” Jake rambled.
“I actually do like Tony Stark. His work is what inspired me to enroll in our Uni ;this was his alma mater and I don’t know. I guess it gives me a sense of pride knowing that Tony and I attended the same school.” your heart swelled as Jake listened intensively about your idol.
“So, why risk expulsion by giving Ransom weed?” he had to know.
“Ransom was my only friend for the longest time. Until Johnny, he was with me and I was there for him. I can’t seem to let him go. He knows me so well, so why would I push away someone who I see as family? I know Ransom seems like a bad influence, but he isn’t. Life is just not going how we want and we have to take risks to help us survive.” your eyes glossed over while Jake nodded.
“But Ransom comes from money,” he retorted.
“ Look Jake, I don't feel comfortable sharing Ransom’s personal life with you, but I know the real Ransom.”
Jake sighed, noticing you become defensive.
“You’re right. You were the one who knew him since kindergarten, not me or Johnny. It’s not like he forgets you, leaves you, or ignores you whenever someone in his other friend group is around.”
Jake peered at me anticipating some comeback, but what could you say. It was partially true. Ransom other friends aren’t exactly fond of you being a mutant-much less- a poor mutant. Classism aside, Ransom chalks up their discrimination up to ignorance, but you knew they were just hateful. They hated you before they even met you. Since that day, Ransom has hung out with us separately. He felt that it would make things less awkward, but you asked why was he still friends with them? Why associate with those who look down on your best friend? He would only skip over those questions and change the subject-every time.
You didn’t know you were crying until Jake wiped away a stray one. “You deserve so much better. No one is as loyal to Ransom as you, but he has to reciprocate that. Otherwise, he will continue to use you as a walking mat.Think about it, ____”
“____!” Wanda charged toward you, glowering. “We have an hour until showtime and you’re fraternizing with Jensen!”
“Wanda, I was actually on my way to the auditorium.” you nervously laughed.
“Really?” she sarcastically asked as her hand glimmered. Using her powers, she lured you away from Jake.
“I- I can walk by myself, Wanda.” you struggled against her hold. “Jensen, she’s using her powers. You aren’t going to say anything?”
“She doesn’t seem to be selling weed, so I think my job is done here.” he winked before waving goodbye.
“Coward!”
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Welcome to My BPD blog
Hi, my name is Nicole. I’m nineteen and I’ve been diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder for nine months, but I’ve exhibited symptoms of BPD since I was eleven or twelve. I’m starting this blog to help myself heal from BPD.
I’ve always had a strained relationship with my parents. My father wasn’t the father people saw on TV shows. My mom wasn’t perfect either, drowning her sorrows in a bottle of tequila or two 20-ounce cans of Coors Light. They always forgot I was there. Being an only child I was so alone and I started exhibiting attention-seeking behavior such as pathological lying and self-harm. The self-harm was originally for attention from those around me, but then it turned into a way to release my pain, then it turned into a way for me to feel something. I would abuse substances at very young ages and was sexually active very young. At fifteen I had even attempted to take my own life. Just to preface, I’m not judging anyone who is recovering and struggling. These are just self-destructive behaviors I took part in which made it so much worse for me.
As I got older fifteen and sixteen I would have sex with men who were often older than me to feel loved. They were pedophiles who just wanted to get laid. Even though these men just saw me as a piece of ass, I would cling to them and when they would block me I would feel so devastated I would have suicidal thoughts. Was I not good enough for these men? No, I was too good for them. I was just in such a bad place not receiving love from my family, I would try to fill the void with sex, drugs, and a new friend group every other month. I only had one friend who stuck by my side in high school until one day she blocked me on everything, because “I was too much.” I saw her as Satan after she did that. I felt like she had ruined my life. Let’s just call her Kathy. However, after that happened I was alone. Had no friendships and I realized, maybe I was the problem. On top of that the guy I was seeing called me a whore and a mistake and once again I heard the phrase “you’re too much.” It clicked and I knew I couldn’t live like that anymore. Being late in 2020 in the middle of my senior year of high school which was all online, with no job, I knew I had to pull up my big girl pants and start recovery. That recovery started with a Bipolar II diagnosis, which many people who are Borderline get. However, that was not the truth. I lived with that diagnosis for a year and a half, but it never resonated with me.
I moved from California to Montana for college which was a huge part of my recovery. Within a week I had already had my “favorite person” picked out. His name was Sam and I spent every single day of orientation week with him. End of the week we ended up hooking up, and afterward, I flipped. I would get paranoid he was going to ghost me. I would Snapchat at him saying he didn’t care about me and one day I threw his sweatshirt out the window at him from the fourth floor of my dorm. I blocked him and cried every single night. There it was, not the Bipolar disorder, but the BPD. That’s when I seriously knew I wasn’t Bipolar, but something was wrong. However, I still continued that toxic behavior. For the rest of the first semester of college, it was just a pattern of Sams. Then I went home for Christmas and there were no more Sams. I couldn’t bring myself to text any of the old hookups I had in California because I was embarrassed. I was able to go back to the job I had before I left for college and I spent my nights journaling and watching youtube videos about BPD. I reflected on my past behaviors from the past semester and I just felt embarrassed. I didn’t want to be like that anymore.
In February 2022, I deleted my own social media so things to be quiet. I figure my shit out. Being in the second semester of my first year of college I was still adjusting to the move and trying to figure out what was wrong. I had therapy once a week. I talked about my past traumas as a child, I dissected all my behaviors and started plans to help me cope with my destructive behaviors.
A year later, I’m still on my BPD healing journey. There are so many more details I left out of this, which I want to cover more as I continue this blog. I’m doing this as a way to help me heal and hopefully, it can inspire others while I go on this journey. If I even help one person from this post or blog I will feel like I have done something to help.
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567.
Do you know a James?
I do, but he’s never been known as James and I’ve known him since we were two, lol. I actually forgot that was his real name for a second.
Have you ever been to Australia? If not, would you like to?
Yeah, my family all live in Australia so we visited a lot when I was younger. I haven’t been back in around a decade though as flights are so expensive and I can’t really afford to take all that time off work.
Have you ever been diagnosed with a mental illness?
Yes, depression and generalised anxiety disorder.
If you had to choose to have a different accent than the one you have now, what accent would you choose and why?
I love Australian and Scottish accents.
New York or California?
I’d prefer to visit New York I think, but I wouldn’t want to live in either place.
Have you ever or do you currently live in a Gated Community?
Nope. They’re only really a “thing” in big cities here.
Who was your last text from?
Suzanne.
Do you know how to use a DSLR camera?
No.
If you had to choose one instrument to perfect, what instrument would you choose?
Piano.
Have you ever owned an Axolotl?
I haven’t.
What has been the longest amount of time you’ve spent on a plane?
The longest individual flight was something like fourteen hours, but whenever we used to fly to Australia it was about 23 hours flight-time in total.
How often do you use Snapchat?
Never.
What does your last text say?
I can’t be bothered to check.
Have you ever played Habbo?
Aww man, I remember HabboHotel lol. I did used to use it sometimes but I preferred other websites.
What about Runescape?
No.
Have you ever heard of the band Mumford & Sons? If yes, do you like their music?
Yeah, I quite like them but they’re one of those bands I need to be in the right mood for, otherwise I just find them annoying lol.
Have you ever kissed anyone starting with the letter A, C, N, T or K?
A,C and N, yes.
Have you ever used Valium before?
No.
What time is it where you’re from?
It’s currently 11.34am.
Have you ever adopted an animal from an animal shelter?
No. Purrlock was a rescue but it was via a private source. Our other cats have all been farm kittens and Archie was from a breeder.
Where do you usually find Surveys from?
If there are none on my dashboard, then I normally look through someone’s archives until I find one I feel like doing.
Australia or New Zealand?
I’d prefer to visit New Zealand as I’ve been to Australia multiple times.
Have you ever missed a flight?
No, thankfully not.
What is your best friend’s middle name?
He doesn’t have a middle name.
How do you feel about the passing of Aretha Franklin?
I mean, it’s not something I ever really thought about. People die - it’s never really something I’ve got too upset about, especially when we’re talking about total strangers.
Did you enjoy any of her music?
RESPECT was a good song but I don’t really know any of her others.
What is your favourite film from your childhood?
The Land Before Time.
Kanye West or Drake?
I’m not a huge fan of either.
Do you know anyone who is named after a state?
I used to go to school with a girl called Montana.
What was the reason for your previous doctor’s visit?
To get a sick note.
Have you ever been to an outdoor cinema?
No, they’re not really a “thing” here as the weather is hardly the most predictable lol. It rains far too often.
Have you ever had a “bad trip”? If yes, what happened?
No.
How often do you use Instagram?
Most days, but I scroll more than I actually post.
Have you ever smoked a cigarette?
Yeah.
If so, do you still smoke?
No.
What are you up to tomorrow?
I have no plans for tomorrow yet. It’s supposed to rain (again).
What type of questions do you like being asked during a survey?
Ones that require a bit of thought, or ones that are about your day-to-day life so that you don’t just give the same answers all the time.
Adam Sandler or Jim Carrey?
Jim Carrey.
What is your favourite Ben Stiller movie?
I’ve just looked through his filmography and none of them really stand out to me as being any good, lol.
What is your favourite Spotify playlist if you have one?
I don’t have a favourite - I just make a load of them and pick one at random.
Firefox or Chrome?
Chrome.
Do you enjoy learning about conspiracy theories?
Yeah, I find them pretty interesting and I honestly think a few of them have some merit.
If so, what is your favourite?
I like random theories about various crimes etc.
Do you find hand tattoos attractive on your preferred sex?
I’ve never found hand tattoos particularly attractive on either sex.
If you had a baby boy, what would you name him?
I have zero desire to ever have a baby, but I like the name Harrison for a boy.
What is your favourite Netflix original series?
A Series of Unfortunate Events.
Have you ever owned a Tamagotchi?
Nope. I was never allowed stuff like that growing up.
Do you have a favourite “survey blog” on Tumblr? If so, who?
No, I don’t really pay attention to them, in all honesty. I just take surveys off my dashboard that look interesting.
Would you rather be 10 minutes late or 20 minutes early?
20 minutes early. I’d just sit and read or play on my phone.
If you could be a member of any TV-Sitcom family, which would it be?
The Foremans from That 70s Show. Kitty is the best. <--- yes!
Tell me about the 6th person in your contact list:
I have no idea who that is.
Are you waiting for a text back right now?
Nope.
Would you rather be able to control fire or water?
Water.
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Sweet Nemesis Part 6
You got ready and left the hotel. Τhere was an expensive car waiting for you.
“At least there’s something good in missions like this” Bond grinned and sat on the drivers seat.
Only smiled and entered. James was a really good driver.
You didn’t even know why you noticed that, you had just started observing him more. And you had to stop.
“Where exactly are we going?” you asked after a few minutes.
“We are going to the central park”
You just nodded and looked out of the window.
When you finally arrived it was still 10.30.
“How are we supposed to find him?”
“Just follow me”
“Ok, I hope you just know where we’re going”
“You do not trust me?”
“Nope”
“That’s why we have a wonderful collaboration”
You sigh and followed him. It was cold and you were freezing even though you wore your coat.
You tried not to think about it as you approached a tall man sitting on a bench.
“It’s a great day for coffee, don’t you think?” Bond asked the man.
He smiled and replied “I would prefer a hot cup of tea”
This must’ve been the code.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Y/L/N” he extended his hand for a handshake “I’m Sam”
You smiled and gave him your hand.
You observed him. He was tall and propably at his middle fourties. He had brown hair cut in military length and brown eyes.
He was actually the opposite of James.
“James” he turned to him “I didn’t expect you to be alive, you son of a bitch” he laughed and they hugged.
Sam saw your confused expression and explained “We’ve been friends for many years. I don’t believe that he didn’t tell you anything about me”
“We actually haven’t talked much” James gave you a look “Why don’t we go somewhere warmer?” he suggested and you immediately aggreed.
You sat at a cafe and after you ordered James spoke.
“So, what do you have for us?”
“Straight into bussiness as always” Sam laughed. “Tonight a ball will be hosted at Kerres’ house. All the important people will be there so we want to avoid opening fire. Kerres’ main purpose is to convince them to help him. Our sources say that he will try to talk with everyone individually. Many members of his organization will be there as well”
“But why?” you asked. “By telling everyone about his organization isn’t there a danger of the goverment being informed about it?”
“Exactly, my dear. That’s why we want you to be there. Listen what he has to tell, gather informations from other attendants. I’ll be there too, but as a servant”
“As a what?”
“Not all of us have the benefits of being 00 agents, James”
“So, see you there” he winked and payed for your coffees.
“So, what do we do now?”
“Return to our Hotel and get ready for tonight”
On the way back to the hotel your sister called you. Fuck, you had forgotten to call her.
“Hey, sis” you replied innocently.
“Y/N, WHY DIDN’T YOU CALL ME BACK?” your sister screamed through the phone.
You wished James couldn’t hear but you know he did.
“Y/S/N, I-”
“DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I’VE BEEN THROUGH? I WAS READY TO GO TO THE AGENCY. I THOUGHT HE MIGHT HAD DONE SOMETHING TO YOU”
You had texted her the information about your mission and promised her to call her, which never happened.
“Y/N, I can’t-” she sighed “I can’t loose you, too. Not after mother. What would I do?”
“Hey, sis, I’m alright. He can’t hurt us now, I promise. I’m sorry I didn’t call you. I -I just love you, ok?”
“Fine. Be careful”
“You too” you said and hang on.
“Is everything alright?” James asked you
“Yeah, I just forgot to call her back”
“If I may, your sister said about the agency. Was she an agent?”
You sighed. “Yes. She was 003, but only for one year. She got pregnant and after she gave birth she retired”
He just nodded and continued driving.
When you arrived at the hotel it was already 4.00, so you started getting ready. When you asked half an hour ago James what were you going to wear he just left and he still wasn’t back.
Ten minutes later you heard the door open and close again.
“I thought you got lost” you joked and he scoffed.
“I just had some other things to arrange” he replied and gave you your dress.
“Thank you”
“Did you thank me? Oh, I sould write this down” he grinned.
“Asshole” you said as you went to the bathroom to change.
You had a bad feeling for tonight.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10
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Over the Years Part 2- Will Graham x OC
Will Graham x Maya Morano
Description: Goes through the second half of the years of Will and Maya’s relationship.
Word Count: 2.3k
4. First Anniversary
Maya wasn’t kidding when she said that she understood when Will had something come up from work. She always stood by her statement of never leaving work when you work in the FBI, so usually she was patient with her boyfriend. She was like that because Will always made sure to make up for it. If they were working on a case and something important involving his private life came up, he would do his best to be there. If he couldn’t, he’d tell her then make up for missing it at a later time.
She thought that that would be the case tonight. It was their one year anniversary and to celebrate, they decided to meet for dinner at 6:00. Will sent her a text around noon saying that they had a break in the case and he may be late. Maya brushed it off and offered to meet at the restaurant at 7:00 instead, which Will gratefully accepted. That evening at 6:50, Maya arrived at the restaurant. She was led to a table and ordered some wine for her and her boyfriend whenever he arrived.
At 7:25 Will still hadn’t shown up. Maya checked her phone to make sure that Will hadn’t texted her again. He didn’t.
Maya took notice that she was getting pitying looks around 7:40, but she didn’t care. They didn’t know or understand her situation with her boyfriend, so she simply chose not to think too much into them anymore.
At 8:00 Maya was getting ready to leave. She figured that Will had gotten too caught up in the case and forgot to text her. The restaurant closed in an hour, so she saw no point in waiting until then. She paid for the wine and stood, but just as she grabbed her purse, she heard a small commotion at the front. Her brows knit together in confusion and she, like many others, stretched to see what was going on. Her eyes widened as she realized that someone was running towards her. She gasped and waited for the impact, but it never came. Her eyes opened and she realized that Will was standing in front of her.
“I’m uh...I’m not too late right?” He asked breathlessly. He looked, for lack of a better term, like a mess. His jacket and shirt were wrinkly, his hair was messed up and he looked like he just ran three blocks to get here. Maya couldn’t help but giggle at his disoriented state and shook her head.
“Nope, you’re just on time,” she replied, straightening out his jacket. It was only then that she noticed that he was holding something in his left hand. Will followed her line of sight then held up the bouquet for her.
“Th-They’re Gypsophilas,” he explained nervously, finally catching his breath. “They uh...they symbolize everlasting love.” Maya internally melted at his words and her smile widened.
“They’re beautiful,” she responded, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Are you hungry?”
“Starving,” Will answered with a nod. “I don’t think I’ve eaten since breakfast.” Maya’s eyes widened and she smacked his arm.
“Will! You can’t just not eat all day!” She exclaimed quietly so she didn’t draw attention to them. The man held up his hands in defense.
“Hey, I couldn't help it! It was a-”
“Really intense case. I know,” she rolled her eyes and set her purse back down. “That’s no excuse though. You need to take better care of yourself.” Even though she was scolding him, Will couldn’t help but smile at her, knowing she cared so much for his well being.
“I will,” he promised, taking a seat across from her. That made Maya grin and she reached across the table to grab his hand as their waitress walked over.
5. Moving In
Out of all the things Will expected to get out of working at the FBI, a stalker was not on that list. Apparently someone had been stalking him for nearly two months and sending threatening messages to his friends, including Maya. To combat this and keep Will safe, Jack instructed him to stay at the BAU building for the time being. Will pointed out that he had many dogs to take care of, but Jack brushed it off saying that he had someone to take care of it.
It took less than a week to find the stalker. Turns out it was someone that he had previously put in prison that escaped under the guards’ noses. Will took a lot of satisfaction in putting the guy behind bars yet again and watching him get solitary confinement. After two months, he and everyone he loved was safe. Now, all he wanted to do was go home and sleep in his bed once again. The couches in the BAU building weren’t the most comfortable, so his bed sounded like absolute heaven.
Will arrived home and immediately noticed something. Why were there lights on in the house? They were only ever on if someone was there, and as far as he knew, no one was. He got out of his car and grabbed his gun, slowly heading to the house. He wasn’t surprised to realize the door was unlocked, and he carefully crept inside. There were noises coming from the living room, it sounded like a tv. Will inched towards the living room, gun at the ready just in case. His head peeked around the corner just enough to see inside, then his shoulders dropped.
“Maya? What’re you doing here?” He questioned, stepping into view. Upon hearing his voice, Maya’s head snapped over to him with wide eyes.
“Will! You’re back!” She exclaimed happily, nudging the dogs off her lap and standing. She paused after noticing the gun in her boyfriend’s hands.
“Did you seriously think I was an intruder?” She asked amusedly. Will’s face flushed a bit and he put the safety back on, setting the gun on the end table.
“Well I didn’t think that I would be stalked, so anything could happen at this point,” he responded with an awkward smile. Maya’s amused smile turned into a sympathetic one and she walked over to him.
“I’m so glad you’re home and safe,” she muttered, pulling him into a tight hug. Will instantly hugged her back and rested his chin on top of her shoulder. They stayed like that for a few minutes and his eyes glanced around the room, noticing several suitcases around the room.
“Did you try to move in while I was gone?” He half joked, pulling away from her. It was Maya’s turn to blush and she shrugged.
“Jack said he didn’t know how long it would be before they caught your stalker, so I took precautions.” Will’s eyes widened.
“Wait, you were the one to take care of the dogs?” He asked urgently. Upon noticing his concern she rested her hands on his shoulders comfortingly.
“Don’t worry babe, Jack had at least two officers patrolling at all times. Or sometimes Bev, Jimmy or Brian would stay with me. I was safe 24/7,” she said soothingly. The man sighed in relief then nodded, resting his forehead against hers with a small smile.
“Well, how would you feel about moving in permanently?” He inquired softly. Maya grinned and looked into his eyes.
“You really want that?”
“As long as you do. You’re practically moved in already anyways,” he teased, making her roll her eyes playfully.
“Fine. I guess I’ll stay,” she said dramatically, turning around to walk back to the couch. Will didn’t let that happen as he hugged her from behind.
“Don’t act like you don’t want to,” he muttered into her ear before swooping her up and walking to the couch. He couldn’t help but laugh when Maya burst into a fit of giggles as they sat down with her on his lap.
6. Proposal
Five years seemed to go by in a blur for both of them. Will had been thinking about proposing for a long time, but he didn’t ask for Jack’s help in picking out a ring until last week. Maya, thankfully, was none to wiser to his intentions, but she also had been thinking about marriage. They both knew she was old fashioned though, so she was waiting for Will to pop the question. She was patient though, she knew that he would ask when the time was right.
The day that he proposed, Maya hadn’t been expecting it. It was a normal Sunday evening, and they had just finished dinner together. As usual, they went outside to play with the dogs before bed, and Will set his plan in motion. He ran off with a few of the dogs to play chase while Maya settled for fetch with Wilson, Will’s Golden Retriever/German Shepherd mix. She threw the toy as far as she could then laughed as she watched the excited dog run after it. After a few minutes, she became worried when Wilson still hadn’t returned. She didn’t throw the toy that far, where was he? Will jogged back up and elected to go inside to get a drink, leaving Maya outside to wait for Wilson.
She nearly sighed in relief when the dog came trotting back with the toy in his mouth. As she crouched down to toe the toy from him, she realized there was something on his collar. A piece of paper? She scratched behind the dog’s ears then grabbed the folded paper, opening it. “Marry me?” it said in Will’s handwriting. Maya brushed it off as a joke, only to freeze in place upon turning around. Will was on one knee with a ring in his hand and a nervous smile on his face.
“What do you say?” He asked nervously. Maya teared up at the sight then nodded vigorously.
“Yes!” She cried out, tackling him in a hug. They would have fallen to the ground if Will hadn’t caught her in a strong grip. He laughed as he slid the ring onto her finger then pulled her into a loving kiss. Her hands came up to cup his face and she returned the kiss with all the passion she had.
7. Wedding
Will and Maya got married on Valentine’s Day. It was cheesy, but Maya loved the idea and Will thought it was cute. Hannibal, Jimmy and Brian were his groomsmen since he was closest to them while Beverly, Jack’s wife Bella and Maya’s best friend Laura were her bridesmaids and it seemed to be the perfect wedding party. Jack was happy to officiate and pronounce the man he saw as a son as married to the best woman that he’d ever seen with Will.
It was a fairly small wedding, only close friends and family were there, but it was still a blast. Will would never forget how he felt when he first saw Maya walking down the aisle in her father’s arm. All his emotions came up at once and before he even processed it, he was holding back a sob. He hadn’t even realized that tears had started falling until Hannibal nudged his arm, handing him a tissue when he caught his attention.
“You don’t want to look a mess for the cameras,” he muttered into his friend’s ear. Will thanked him then wiped his eyes in time for Maya to reach him. Will shook her father’s hand then hugged him before taking his future wife’s hand. Once the couple faced each other, Maya lifted her free hand to wipe away a stray tear.
“You look so beautiful,” he whispered low enough so only she could hear. Maya couldn’t help but blush and tear up as she stared at her future husband.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the marriage of William Graham and Maya Morano,” Jack started jovially. The ceremony went by much faster than anyone could have expected, but no one was complaining. It was a happy day after all.
“Will, you may now kiss your bride,” Jack barely got the words out before Will pulled Maya close and kissed her. The pews erupted with cheers as Will dipped his bride, which made her giggle against his lips. They pulled away and the groom set Maya right side up. She barely had time to react before Will quite literally swooped her up and began running down the aisle towards the venue that the garden was behind.
“If everyone would go inside the venue, there will be food and dancing for all,” they heard Jack faintly informing the crowd. “If you can’t stay, we thank you for coming on this happy day.”
“Alright Will,” Beverly called as the bridesmaids and groomsmen caught up to them. “The beautiful bride has to change into her reception dress. Put her down.” Will pouted and looked at his wife. Wife. The word felt like velvet to him, whether he was saying it or just thinking it, he loved the way it sounded in reference to Maya.
“The faster you let me go, the faster we can see each other again,” Maya pointed out with a small smile. That gave Will the push to finally set her down.
“I’ll see you out there, Mr. Graham,” she teased lightly before beginning to walk off with her bridesmaids.
“You as well, Mrs. Graham,” he called with a bright smile before walking off with the groomsmen. Both got changed rather quickly and met up by the entrance of the venue, where the guests were waiting. Will had to force himself not to shower Maya with compliments every two seconds and instead linked his arm with hers and walked into the venue, both with comically bright smiles on their faces.
Will and Maya were the perfect balance to each other, and they were well aware of it. No matter what they did, they would go through it as if they were one. The road ahead of them would be tough, but they knew that they had each other for the entire trip.
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