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coupleoffanfics · 3 months

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teehee I have a small thought (batfam related, yk that one where y/n gets killed)

imagine if y/n was brought back by the pit, but instead of being a "shell" in that hc u made, she becomes completely stoic, like just blurts out what she was feeling back when she was neglected with the most blank expression ever, I imagine it being more focused on bruce and Damian since yk..bruce was the shittiest parent ever, and Damian with his sparky ass insults.

You…God, damnit Anon. You summoned me and I suddenly have the motivation to write after reading your two requests.

I don't know if you wanted a one-shot or HC. So I just went with a HC because it's much easier to push out. Though if you want me to make a one-shot feel free to ask. I'll take 7 years to write it. Though at the end I did sort of a one-shot.

Damian should have known something was wrong when y/n didn't start thrashing around and attacking anything that moved after crawling out of the pit. She just stared at her hands, clenching them into firsts and then unclenching them slowly.

Maybe Damian was too relieved to see y/n breathing and moving to really care. Maybe he thought that she was just in shock. Coming back to life isn't always expected and it can take a real toll on someone.

Not to mention that y/n was, compared to her brothers, far weaker. Not just physically, but mentally as well. So it's not surprising that she was so docile, right? It's only a matter of time before that effect wears off and she'll be normal. Or something close to normal.

Okay, maybe deep down Damian knew that there was a chance that he wasn't getting y/n back. Everyone knew that there was no getting her back, but he was willing to take the risk. He came this far and it didn't take long for Bruce to pick up on what his youngest was doing.

Damian has his big sister back and he's not going to let her go again. It's only a matter of hours before Bruce comes breaking down the door to drag them back to Gotham. So Damian took the time to clean up y/n.

She was still in her funeral clothes for goodness sake. She reeked of death, but that didn't stop the boy from hugging her tightly.

While getting cleaned up, she doesn't say a thing. Or even make a lot of noise. It was almost like she was still dead.

By the time Bruce gets there, he's not surprised by Damian's actions. He thought of doing the same thing, but he couldn't bring himself to do such a thing. He couldn't disrespect her life by bringing her back. How could he dare think of that when she looked so at peace when she died.

He remembers how her body was tense before it became horrifyingly relaxed. There was a fear of death in those [eye color] eyes, he knows because he saw it. But it was so quick and fleeting that he could have missed it if he wasn't so close.

In a twisted way he wished y/n had clung on to him just like she did when she was a wide eyed little girl and cried. Cry that she didn't want to die. Cry that it was too early to leave now. Cry that she didn't want to leave them.

But all she did was give a crooked smile and mumble to herself as blood dribbled down her chin. She spoke incoherent things to herself. A name or two slipped from her cold lips, but they weren't ones of her family. From what he gathered it was just a close friend and her significant other's name. She died thinking of those who cared and loved her back. Not of the family that she couldn't stand to be around.

Even when her own adopted father held her dying from close, they were far from her line of thought.

So seeing y/n alive was gut reaching for Bruce. There was no pain, anger, sadness, or joy on her face. She was just there. Staring at him with an uncomfortable indifference.

Damian was ready to start a fight with Bruce. Not a physical one, but he would cross that line if he needed to. He was ready to defend himself in what he thought was best for y/n. Yet Bruce lets out a quiet sigh and tells that it's time to come home. How anticlimactic.

The plane ride back to Gotham is long and quiet. It also felt cramped by how close Damian was to y/n and unwilling to give her too much space.

By the time they made it back to the manor, everyone was caught up to date. The development is surprising to some while others not so much.

Everyone is in the bat cave. Gathered around to see y/n back from the dead. The silence is deafening as they wait for something. Just something from her, but she walked past them all. Out of the cave and to where her room was. Nothing was out of place in her room, though it was mostly empty after she had moved out a few years ago. She laid on her bed and slept as if nothing was amiss.

That's where the family infighting starts. Question of was this the right thing. What are going to do now? Why the hell did you think this was a good idea? There's going to be a lot of hash words being shared, but at the end of the day what was done was done and they had y/n back. They weren't going to mess up the second time.

Did they really get a second chance because it didn't feel like it. A week would pass and y/n has yet to come out of her room. She's alive and breathing because the trays of food left outside her door are always empty.

The camera's installed while she slept showed that she was doing nothing. All she did was lay in bed. She'd get up to use her private bathroom, but other than that there wasn't much. She was rotting away alone in her room.

This rang familiar bells in Alfred, Bruce, and Tim's head. y/n wasn't prone to long depressive episodes, so this could be something similar. The lack of socializing and excessive oversleeping was typically a big red sign for them to do something. In the past they would not force, but push her into doing social things or at least being out of her room.

They could approach this situation the same way, but they'd have to be extra careful. This was a unique and tricky situation to be in. It was also odd if not worrying that she hasn't succumbed to lazarus fever.

They could try to bribe y/n out of her room with activities that have to do with her old hobbies.

"Alfred is baking today, he said might need some help."

"I just stole the keys to the batmobile, you wanna take it for a ride?"

"Hey, do you want to…um, play a video game with me. I remember we used to play Hellflight Deadcraze a lot. They came out with the 3rd game. I just bought it today, so...Yeah."

Though the likelihood of that working is low. If they're really desperate to interact with her, they might as well just bust down her door.

At some point all the poking and prodding is going to irritate y/n. Whoever popped her bubble is going to be on the receiving end of pent up emotions.

I don't believe y/n would ever intentionally say how much the family's treatment harmed her. Again it would bubble up and fester for a while before she explodes. The thing about y/n is that she has an inferiority complex. In her life she aimed to please and help.

She understands that Gotham is dangerous. A lot of people need help and she couldn't bring herself to pull them away from their job. To her it would be like pulling a fireman away from a fire to chat as people burned alive. Even if the fire was out the fireman would be tired and need to rest, so she couldn't just pull them wherever she wanted to go. She shouldn't pester them.

In y/n's eyes, she was never worthy of being a hero because she wasn't good enough. She was never worthy of being with the family because she wasn't helping enough. She should do this to prove her worth. She's not worthless because she can do this for you and this as well!

She embodies inferiority and self-loathing. Someone that feels insignificant and has the strong urge to do more. She has- or had in this situation, hope. Hope that she'll be worthy of love. Love, affection, praise is what drives her and will seek it out if she's desperate. If she does ask or seek it out she'll be feeling guilty since she didn't really do anything to get it. In her mind she was being greedy and she couldn't help herself.

Bonus

"Just stop. Leave me alone." Her voice was almost pleading as she gripped the wrapped gift box. The gift was a symbol of peace, almost a treaty. That's all it was supposed to be, but she acts as if she had been spat in the eye.

Seeing that Bruce wasn't listening to her, she dug her nails into the gift. Almost tearing into the [favorite color] wrapped paper. He stood before her like an unmoving entity. The longer he stood by the more she wanted to snap into herself. She didn't want to slowly curl into a ball. She wanted to snap herself together with a violent and almost sickening crack. This just wasn't fair.

Clenching her jaw, her voice became much colder. It wasn't as cold as the middle of winter, yet it still had a chill to it.

"I thought you'd get it that I didn't want this. I shut you out, but you- all of you just keep buzzing. None of you are getting the hint. You just keep coming back louder than before. Why can't you let me be alone? Why can't you act overworked and tired? Why can't you just leave things the way they were?"

Bruce was conflicted upon hearing her say that and would try to claim that everything is going to come around. Everything always comes around in the end and this wouldn't be any different. They are going to get through this as a family.

y/n's frown would deepen and her eyes would furrow at his attempt at comfort. She looks as if she just ate something that was expired, leaving her mouth with nothing but a nasty sour taste.

"Because we're family." She whispered to herself before almost grimacing at the words. Her voice became sharp and cold as a blade, "I don't understand why you'd suggest that was still a part of the family. I don't think I've been family for a good while now."

She clicked her tongue as she dropped the gift box while looking Bruce in the eyes. "Come on, you can't say you cared about me after I stopped being useful. When did you realize that I wasn't anything special? Was it when I kept crying about punching villains or when I was too slow to teach."

Seeing the conflicted look in his blue eyes confused her. Why would the truth conflict someone unless it was pity. Even after all this she's just a pitiful little crybaby to him. One good hit and she's out wailing on the floor for someone to kiss her boo-boo away.

Somehow this hurt her. Her pounding heart felt like it was twisting on itself. She wanted to cry and laugh at how she thought things couldn't get any worse. Then somehow it did. The universe, the world, the Wayne had proved her wrong yet again. It was as funny as it was sad.

She could have broken down there, but she needed to hear it. She had to hear the truth, so she kept twisting her heart with her own hands. It didn't matter how much it hurt.

"Or maybe you were in denial? You had wasted a lot of time and resources on a dud. Then Damian threw cold water on you and left you shivering, right? I'm just leeching off of you and the others. Then…Then you choose them over me. I was an afterthought, or is that being too generous? Did I ever circulate in your mind before this?"

Her voice was becoming shrill and gruff like she was on the verge of tears. "When did you realize that I was dead weight, Batman? Did I make Bruce Wayne look more caring to the people when I talk about how much I love my family? Did my life serve any use or was I always just a speck of dirt on your shoes?"

Those words were far from the truth, yet with how she spoke Bruce knew that she believed in all that she was saying. Each and every word was true to her. Honestly he didn't know what to say. This was all too much. Having to hear your own child degrade themselves with such honesty was heartbreaking.

Taking his silence as a sort of confirmation, y/n ordered him to leave and of course he did. He'd fix this somehow. He just needed time. They needed time.

I cut off the ending because I didn't want to write too much. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it. I haven't proofread this, Google Doc says there aren't any errors (probably a lie), and it's 3 in the morning. Goodnight.

#batfamily x batsis #batfamily x reader #batsis reader #yandere batfam #God damn you anon #you beautiful bastard #I'll clean this up later when I sleep #x reader #x batsis reader

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bug-bites · 3 months

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west side apartment, paper plane

tw: brief non-graphic mentions of ghost going thru war stuff and ghost's backstory in the comics (changed a few details because this is fanfic. duh), slight angst (bc yk,, yearning) but sort of fluff if ghost had a dollar for every moment he spent yearning he would have enough money to retire and live a happy life away from the military, also we're pretending british chinese takeout is good, not proofread :P

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x gn!reader (like always can be read as platonic or romantic)

characters: simon "ghost" riley

a/n: i hate how fucking massive the song link is but yk what its fine. but i am back and in a laufey moment!

simon has lived an interesting life, maybe he wouldn’t use interesting. if he could describe it he would probably use words like terrifying, cruel, or for a lack of better terms, shitty. from the moment he was born it seemed like misery and tragedy followed him around like a stray dog, finding its way into every aspect of his existence. his childhood home was always something he wanted to escape, or rather his father was what he wanted to run away from. there were good moments after he kicked the old bastard out, but the ever present threat of tragedy proved that it wouldn’t last. life had been cruel, dealing him possibly the worst hand possible, the only constant being misfortune, that is until you came along.

a temporary living arrangement. thats all it was. rent was a little too much for one person to afford, so you both signed the lease on a crummy, small, mixed-use apartment right in the middle of manchester. it wasn’t much, takeout dinners from the restaurant below and late rent payments were the norm but even with the busted heating, life in that apartment had never felt so warm.

after long shifts at your respective jobs he would come home, plastic bags of takeout in his hands, a sign for you to set a few blankets on the ground before both of you eat ungodly amounts of shrimp fried rice and orange sesame chicken. he could spend hours listening to you speak, nothing made him feel so at home. maybe it was the fact that the food was good and also inexpensive, or maybe it was because he was too exhausted to do anything else, but he loved those long sleepless nights spent sitting on the floor, talking about everything and nothing. simon cant imagine another time in his life when he was genuinely so happy or another time he laughed so hard water came out his nose.

he especially loved opening fortune cookies with you at the end of every meal. sure, he never believed in those fortunes but the idea was always fun to entertain. the sound of the cookie cracking open to expose the slip of paper, revealing what the future had in store for him usually filled him with a childlike curiosity. or at least got a laugh out of him.

“hah, mine says ‘there will be a happy romance for you shortly’. these things really could not be farther from the truth. bet yours is more accurate” you say, popping half of the broken cookie into your mouth “your father loves you and is always with you. remember that.” he reads out loud with a chuckle “oh. that- hm. yeah i take that back”

but the one thing he loved more than opening those silly fortunes with you or the late night dinners was after you both cleaned up the empty takeout boxes, taking the menus and folding them into paper planes. it became a sort of tradition after you got bored and began to mess around with the glossy paper that listed mouthwatering dishes and house specials. he could never get it right, one wing was always too big or his folds were clumsily made and uneven, making them practically incapable of flight but yours were the complete opposite. each crease made was perfect, every intricate pleat skillfully crafted to allow the small paper aircraft to glide through the air with ease. as you tossed your planes off the balcony of your shared flat, the sight of the plane sailing through the air as the sun set always filled the both of you with a sense of nostalgia. and of course you both picked them up and tossed them out because we dont mess w/ littering over here

simon cant help but look back at those simpler times and miss them. he knows from the start it was intended to be temporary, but he’s been through so much chaos and trauma all he just wants a quiet life where he doesnt have to be ghost. he just wants a nice warm home to come back to. it doesnt have to be big, it doesnt have to be expensive, it just has to feel like home. it just has to feel like you. its been so long since the two of you parted ways but as he stares at the last paper airplane that he kept, he cant help but wonder if you feel that way too. as he lies awake in his bed at the military base he’s stationed in, he spends those nights craving that domesticity he had with you. he recalls every memory, every minute detail that made him love that cramped apartment and maybe how he loved you even more.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #cod x reader #x reader #ghost call of duty #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #simon “ghost” riley #songfic #can you tell i like writing abt domestic ghost?#anyways laufey songs as cod characters will probably be a series bc i have so much planned tee hee #maybe ill make a poll for whos next :3 #probably just tha 141 but who knows!#bug blurb #Spotify

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wavypotatochips · 1 year

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hello :) can i request ney x reader where they just started dating not too long ago and it’s the readers first time staying at neys place so yk everything is pretty much new and excited for them, but then one evening they had a few drunks and everything was all good and funny until ney suddenly gets in a bad mood (maybe he’s triggered by something idk, something that reminds him of his past) and they start talking about it, really opening up to each other, ney realises how much reader loves him and he’s able to trust her. i'm sorry if this is too much/complicated but it’s just an idea that i had lmao 😭 loved the movie night imagine sm i felt like you’re the right one to write that haha

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Neymar Jr x Female Reader

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As you step out of the car, you can't help but gasp in amazement at the sight of your boyfriend Neymar's luxurious mansion. It's a beautiful house, with a beautiful lawn and a beautiful view of the city. You've never seen anything like it before.

As you walk towards the front door, your heart is pounding with excitement. You can't wait to see what it's like inside. You love Neymar with all your heart, and the thought of spending time in his home is almost too much to bear. As you step inside, you're struck by the opulence of the place. The floors are marble, the walls are adorned with priceless art, and the furniture is all custom-made. You can hardly believe that you're standing in the same room as Neymar, let alone that you get to stay here. Neymar greets you with a warm smile and a hug. "Welcome to my humble abode," he says, his voice full of playful sarcasm. "I hope you're ready to be spoiled." You wrap your arms around him and hold on tight, feeling safe and loved in his embrace. You've been dating for a few months now, and you've never been happier. Neymar shows you around his house, your eyes wide with wonder. Everything is new and exciting, from the outdoor pool to the state-of-the-art kitchen. You could spend hours gazing out the window at the breathtaking view of the city. Just briefly looking at it makes you feel like the luckiest person in the world. One evening, as you're curled up on the couch with Neymar, you turn to him and say, "I can't believe how amazing this all is. I feel like I'm living in a dream."

Neymar smiles and takes your hand. "I'm glad you like it. But it's not the house that makes it special. It's you."

You feel your heart swell with love for him. "I love you so much, Neymar."

"I love you too," he replies, pulling you close. "I want to give you everything you could ever want or need. I want to spoil you."

You shake your head, "I don't need any of this. I just need you."

Neymar leans in and kisses you gently. "You have me. And you always will."

Over the next few days, you continue to enjoy your time in Neymar's home. You cook meals together in the gourmet kitchen, watch movies in the home theater, and swim in the indoor pool. Every moment feels like a fairy tale, and you can't imagine ever wanting to leave.

The last night of your vacation is now upon you, and while you wish you could remain another day, you must board a plane tomorrow night to travel to New York City for New York Fashion Week for your photography gig.

Neymar wanted to make sure you two could have fun together since it is your last night there, and what is more fun than dancing?

As you and Neymar enjoy a few drinks together, the two of you dance to the music, relishing each other's company. With the volume turned up, someone driving by might mistake your intimate gathering for a raucous party. As you sway back and forth, he presses up against your back, and you both revel in the moment. He then pulls you close by the waist, turning you around and taking your hand. With a playful twirl, you both burst out laughing, completely immersed in the joy of the moment.

Neymar slurred words echoing over the blaring music, "Why caN't yOu juSt MArrY meeeeeeeeeee?" He stumbles around trying to dance, clearly more intoxicated than you are. You couldn't help but laugh at his drunken antics. Despite feeling tipsy yourself, you still had your wits about you. You reach for the bottle of Grey Goose sitting on the living room table and pour yourself another shot. As you downed the drink, you realized you couldn't taste anything and it went down like water, a sensation you were not used to. Typically, the burning sensation of alcohol would make you cringe, but tonight, it was absent. Suddenly, Neymar announces he has to go to the bathroom, stumbling and almost tripping over his own feet. You try to rush over to help him, but your slightly off balance state slowed you down. "Let me give you a hand," you offer, reaching out to grab his arm.

Neymar's expression turns hostile as he looks at you and retorts "I don't need your FUCKIN’ help...why the FUCK does everyone think I need THEIR HELP? HUH? HUH?" His angry outburst left you puzzled, as he had been dancing happily just moments before. You struggled to make sense of his sudden change in behavior. However, given your current state, you found it difficult to remain composed and fire back, "What the heck is your problem? I only tried to help because I saw you were about to fall!"

Neymar let out a small laugh, "So, you didn't think I'm capable of helping myself? I don't need any assistance to use the fucking bathroom? You're just like them! You think I'm a fucking baby, don't you? A crybaby that just can't take care of himself, and that's why I always ACT like I'm hurt when I'm in excruciating pain! DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO CONSTANTLY GET HURT AT THE SAME SPOT AND EVERYONE JUST KEEPS THINKING YOU'RE FAKING!" His voice grew louder and more intense with each passing word. You were about to interrupt him, but something made you pause and listen. You realized that his anger wasn't directed towards you, but rather towards the constant hate he received on the internet. You glared at him, not saying a word before turning around to grab the remote for the speakers and lower the volume.

"Ney, come here," you said in a soothing tone, hoping to calm him down as well as yourself. "No," he simply replied, causing you to roll your eyes. "You're acting ridiculous right now," you started to say, but he cut you off. "SEE, THIS IS WHAT I MEAN! YOU'RE JUST LIKE THEM, I-" You interrupted him this time, "SHUT UP AND LISTEN!" He fell silent, glaring at you with a mix of anger and confusion.

“What you are feeling right now is not towards me! I understand that you are not in the right state of mind right now, but I'm not gonna sit here and allow you to continue to yell at me!,” You eyebrows furrow as you speak. “Neymar, I see you as a strong and powerful individual. Your spirit, both mentally and physically, is truly remarkable. Your passion for futebol is inspiring, and your determination to succeed despite all the injuries and setbacks is admirable. I want you to know that your injuries don't define you or your abilities. You are capable of achieving anything you set your mind to, and I believe in you. I know that social media can be tough, but please don't let it get to you. You have so much talent and potential, and I'm here to support you and cheer you on every step of the way. You are not weak, Neymar. You are a fighter, and every obstacle you face is an opportunity for you to grow even stronger. So, keep pushing yourself and believing in yourself. Remember that every obstacle is an opportunity to grow and become even stronger. I'll always be here to support you and cheer you on, no matter what. And even though I'm not the best at futebol, we can 1v1 each other if that makes you feel better,” you let out a small laugh at the end of the sentence knowing how bad you are at futebol and how easy it is for him to beat you.

Neymar remains silent for a moment, his expression turning pensive as he processes your words. You can see the sadness in his eyes, and it breaks your heart to see him like this. "Y/N... Do you truly believe that?" he finally asks, his voice heavy with emotion.

You nod your head emphatically, "Of course I do. You are an incredibly talented player, Neymar. Your skills and dedication to futebol are undeniable, and nothing anyone says on social media can change that. You are so much more than their opinions and criticisms."

You decide to get him a bottle of water to help him sober up, walking over to the kitchen to grab one. As you walk back over to him you can tell that the argument has sobered you up, you hand him the water. Neymar takes a few sips before speaking up again, "I'm truly sorry, Y/N. It's just... the pressure of social media is getting to me. Everyone always talks about how I'm faking my injuries during futebol games when I'm being serious. It's like they think I'm some sort of crybaby or childish. I've gotten injured in the same spot so many times, but all they see is me rolling around on TV screens. It's just frustrating when they don't put themselves in my shoes, and how they disrespect me."

You listen to him carefully, understanding his frustration and pain. "I can imagine how that must make you feel," you say, trying to be supportive. "It's not easy to have people constantly doubting you and your abilities. But you know what? You are not defined by what others say about you. You know your truth, and that's what matters the most."

Placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, you continue, "You are such a talented player, and you have worked so hard to get where you are. Don't let the negativity of others bring you down. Keep pushing yourself and focusing on your goals. The right people will see your hard work and dedication, and they will support you no matter what. And remember, everything you feel is valid. It's okay to be frustrated and upset, but don't let those feelings consume you. You are strong and resilient, and you will get through this."

Neymar stands up, not saying a word as he hugs you tightly, "I don't know what I would do without you," he says, his voice muffled by your shoulder. "I just feel so worthless sometimes, like I'm not good enough."

You pull back slightly so you could look into his eyes. "Don't ever say that," you say firmly. "You are amazing and talented, and you have so much to offer the world. I believe in you, and I know that you can achieve anything you set your mind to."

Neymars face softens, and he gives you a small smile. "Thank you," he says softly. "You always know how to make me feel better."

You smile back at him, feeling grateful that you could be there for him when he needs you. "That's what I'm here for," you say, kissing him on the cheek. "To love and support you, no matter what."

Neymar remains quiet as you two continue to hug , savoring the warmth and comfort of your embrace. He thinks about how much he loves you, and how lucky he is to have you in his life. He never thought he could find someone who understood him so well and supported him through everything.

As he thinks about your words of encouragement, he feels a warm feeling spread throughout his body. He realizes that just hearing your voice and feeling your touch can instantly make him feel better. He feels loved and cherished, and he knows that no matter what happens in his life, you will always be there for him.

He pulls back to look at you, taking in your beautiful features and the softness of your skin. He feels overwhelmed with gratitude for having you in his life. "Thank you for everything," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I love you so much."

You smile at him, your eyes sparkling with warmth and affection. "I love you too," you say, caressing his cheek with your hand. "I will always be here for you, through the good times and the bad. We'll get through everything together."

Neymar feels a sense of peace wash over him, knowing that he has you by his side. He feels loved and supported, and he knows that no matter what challenges come his way, he will be able to face them with you at his side. He leans in for a gentle kiss, savoring the warmth and love that he feels in this moment.

You give him another kiss before he pulls away from you and says, "Now, if you'll excuse me, my darling, I seriously do need to go pee like really, really, really bad." "Then leave!" You chuckle as you see him hurry to the restroom down the hall

You can't help but feel grateful for moments like these, where you can be there for each other and bring comfort and happiness to each other's lives. You think about how lucky you are to have someone like Neymar in your life, someone who brings so much joy and love into your world.

As you wait for Neymar to return from the bathroom, you feel mischievous and decide to play a prank on him to lighten the mood. You quickly sneak into the kitchen, trying to suppress your giggles, and search for something to use. Your eyes catch sight of a plastic spider sitting on Neymar's dresser, and you can't resist the opportunity to use it. You grab it and hide near the exit of the hallway, waiting for him to return.

When he finally returns, you hurl the spider towards him, causing him to jump back in surprise and let out a loud scream. "OH FUCK!" he yells, his heart racing from the sudden fright. You can't help but laugh at his reaction, feeling accomplished in your prank.

Neymar looks at you, a mix of shock and laughter in his voice, "Y/N! That's what you get for constantly pranking me!"

But his laughter quickly turns into a mischievous smile as he exclaims, "Oh, I'm totally going to get you now!" He chases after you, and you squeal as you laugh, running away from him in excitement.

As you both playfully run around the house, you feel a sense of happiness and contentment being with the person you love. It's moments like these that remind you of the joy and laughter that come with being in a relationship, and you feel grateful for each moment you spend together.

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rosekasa · 1 year

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2 + ladynoir <3

yuki yk u change ur url sm i never recognise u shdjs

implied sexual content ahead!

send me a kiss prompt + lovesquare corner

2. Those kisses that leave them craving for more

“Let me know if it’s too tight,” he tells her.

“Okay.” Ladybug wiggles her fingers, poking out of a neat fold of gauze.

Chat Noir takes hold of them so he can finish with her arm.

Her breath catches.

It's weird, feeling like this around him. Since they started being able to hold their transformations for longer, their invincibility had taken a bit of a hit, meaning that falling off a rooftop during patrol wouldn't necessarily kill them, but would definitely leave them with a nasty concrete burn. He'd changed her bandages for her before, and she'd never felt like this. She didn't when he had the day before yesterday, either. It's strange how much can change in twenty-four hours. She wonders if he feels it, too.

Experimentally, she curls her fingers, pressing his nails into her palm.

His hand falters on her bandages.

She holds her breath.

Yeah. She thought so.

He swallows, then continues wrapping.

She watches him. He’s leaning forward, pressing his weight on his knees in front of the bed, hair falling into his face.

She twists her toes into the carpet fibres, stomach thrumming. She’s only wearing pyjama shorts. His jeans brush up against her ankle.

They could do it again. They have the room booked until they have to leave for the airport, which isn't for another three hours, and they’re pretty much done with all the prep and briefing they’ve needed to do over the past few days for the mission. She's still not sure how long last night lasted, but she thinks they could make do with what they have.

No. That's a bad idea on all counts. In three hours he'll be on his way to New York, and the last thing she wants is to give either of them any more pieces to put back together.

His hand slides away from her fingers to cup the back of her arm. Pulling the bandage around one end, he begins a second layer.

She closes her eyes and sighs.

"What happened?" he says. "Did that hurt?"

"No, I was just…" She bites her lip. "Thinking about… this. Who's gonna change my bandages when you're gone?”

He snorts. "Learn to do it yourself."

"Fuck off."

He smiles up at her through his hair.

She bites down on her lip, so hard she can feel it in her jaw.

Gently, she brings her leg closer to him, pressing her knee into his shoulder. The cotton of his shirt is soft on her skin.

His smile fades.

They hold each other’s gaze for a solid three seconds, before he clears his throat, and looks down at her shin. He locates the surgical spirit on the carpet next to him, and unties the old bandages secured around her calf.

Her pulse plays a drumbeat into her skin.

“So, um.” She fiddles with the bedsheets between her fingers. “Are you excited?”

“For a nine-hour plane journey?” he deadpans.

She laughs a little. “The States. The mission. Getting to work on your own for once.”

He finishes unwrapping her leg and discards the gauze in the waste bin next to him. “Oh. Right.” He uncaps the surgical spirit. “I don’t know. It’s definitely going to be a change from Paris.”

The sharp odour of antiseptic fills the air. He picks up his cloth, tips in some spirit, and, with a hand around her calf, wipes the dried blood off her shin.

Then, slowly, he begins to massage her calf.

Her entire body tenses.

He does it so easily, like it’s just something that they do, one hand on her leg while the other untangles a strip of gauze. And, well, yeah, she supposes it’s something that they did, but it’s different now. The timeline of their partnership has been split into before last night and after last night and she’s not sure what to do with that.

Tenderly, he begins to wrap her leg. His hair is back in his face, and a surge of affection fills her at the sight.

She’s not sure what to do with that, either. Especially now.

She doesn’t want to be a cliché, doesn’t want to let her hormones do all the thinking for her. She understands oxytocin, and dopamine, and endorphins. She understands what they can make you think. Make you feel. She doesn’t want to become a victim to her own biology after just one night.

The dangerous thing is that she really doesn’t believe she will. That she really believes something more than just a rush of impulsiveness from no costumes and a king sized bed and their last full day together had transpired between them.

But the thing is, it could’ve, and no matter how much she tries to tell herself otherwise, that could’ve still lingers in her brain. They’d talked. They’d laughed. They’d spent the rest of the night cuddling, listening to the rain on the windows behind the curtains. After all that, she doesn’t want it to have just been chemical between them.

Even if it’d hurt more if it wasn’t.

“Ladybug?” he says.

“Yeah?” she replies.

“What if I just don’t go?”

She looks down at him. “What?”

He doesn’t look back at her, busy with the bandages. “What if I don’t go?” he repeats. “New York has heroes already. They can find the missing Miraculouses on their own, can’t they?”

She can’t tell if he’s kidding. They’ve been preparing for this for months, discussing it for a year, and he’s never once had any reservations about leading the New York mission. Up until now, he’s done nothing but steadfastly agree that having the jewels scattered around the world are a hazard for Hawk Moth to have more to get his hands on. That, after failing to win side-by-side for five years, they should try doing things separately. Maybe then could they put an end to his reign.

“No, they— of course they can’t,” she says. “They’re not trained like you.”

“Well,” he says. “What if I need more training?”

She blinks at him, stunned. “What’s gotten into you?”

He ties off her bandage, his hands lingering on her leg. “I think you know,” he tells her. “And I think it’s gotten into you, too.”

Her face fills with heat.

He avoids her gaze, looking down at the strips of gauze littered around his lap.

They have to leave in three hours. His flight is in five. Her heart feels like it might shatter her ribs and she can’t help but think that they really can’t make do with what they have. Not for this.

“Chat, you’re not—“ She cuts herself off. “You’re not serious about not going, are you?”

“I… I don’t know? Maybe?" He fiddles with some gauze. "I mean, I know I won't get a refund on the ticket, but—"

"Chat."

"Okay," he says. "I know. I know this mission is important. But I just… I hate that we don't know how long it'll take. Will I be gone for a year? Two years? Longer?" He sighs. "I just… I never thought it'd matter before. But after last night I just… I felt something. And I don't want to lose that. Not before we've even had it."

Her heart throbs.

Maybe it wasn't all just chemical.

She closes her eyes, swallowing the tightness in her throat. "I felt something, too."

"So you get it, right?" he asks. "You get why I don't want to leave?"

She takes in a shaky breath, turning her head to look at the corner of the room. "It's a really important mission, Chat Noir," she says. "We could— we could finally be done with Hawk Moth. Finally."

He deflates. "Yeah. I know."

They’re quiet for a long time, the smell of the surgical spirit still hanging between them.

She reaches out, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "Do you really want to stay?"

He sucks in a deep breath, then touches her hand. "I do," he says.

Neither of them say anything.

Then, he sighs, and lets go of her.

She takes the hint, and takes her hand off his face.

"We should get some dinner," he says quietly. "I hate plane food."

"Right." She plays with her fingers, not looking at him. Then, she glances at the surgical spirit. "Give that to me. I'll put it away."

He caps it, and hands it over.

His fingers brush hers.

A pulse of electricity hits her stomach. Her eyes flick up to his. He's already looking at her.

Slowly, he gets to his feet. She has to lean back as he straightens, has to let him decide how this goes, so when he cups the back of her neck and leans down, she can't even manoeuvre herself to make him kiss her faster.

It's slow. And hard. Her heartbeat is on her tongue, and God, this really can't be all chemical.

They break away quickly, pressing their foreheads together, breathing hard. His hand slides up to thread through her hair. Hers knots itself into the material of his T-Shirt.

She gnaws at her lip. They could do it again. They could do it again. Oxytocin, dopamine, endorphins, it didn't matter. Chemicals didn't make this any less real.

She swallows hard. "We should… we should get dinner."

He nods, eyes closed.

They separate.

#miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #ask #alizeh writes

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ghastlybin · 1 year

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Im deprived of sweet jiu, any fic youd wanna write?🫠 maybeeeee hmmm… ive always though a fic about a soldier and a nurse would be cute!

Hiya, first off, I'd like to apologize for being so slow with this and ily also OKAY let's gooooooo

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▾ Soldier! GN Reader ▾ Nurse! Minji ▾ World War 2 setting ▾ gunfire, explosions, yk… War stuff. ▾ Gunshot related injury ▾ Reader and Minji are already a couple btw ▾ stitches mentions ▾ Fluff ▾ some angst but that’s cause it’s the war ▾ Reader has plot armor. ▾ So does Minji. This is not that kind of fic lolol ▾ I tried to make it cute, considering ▾

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“War has not been kind to you.”

What a strange phrase, how it seemed to personify the war.

Speaking on technicalities, the war was a person. One mass of people, dead or alive.

Whether they were fighting back or running to cover.

The innocent and the guilty.

Even the planes over head, the guns blazing through at every hour of the day, and the explosions that cost many lives— All made up war.

If war was a person, it for sure isn’t kind. It takes what it wants, no matter the cost, and leaves the stench of death and decay in its wake.

War was a monster and taming it claimed billions of lives.

You have always been a fighter. A great one, at that. You were well respected among the other soldiers. But there was only one person you cared to impress.

Minji.

She helped out as a field nurse, who had volunteered to help the wounded soldiers during the war. You had met her before you left for the front lines, and both of you had quickly fallen in love.

“I will return to you. Please do the same.”

“I promise.”

Her words echoed in your mind every time you were out in active duty, hoping to make it through alive and uninjured so that you could keep your promise. But the bullets and explosions made your chances of getting out alive very slim.

You worried Minji would be out on the field at the wrong time and end up getting hurt before you could see each other again.

The days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, you began to wonder if the last time you last saw Minji, was really the last time.

Another day out in action, only this time it was worse — Somehow. It happened while moving through a village when your unit was ambushed.

Everyone fought back fiercely, not accepting defeat. You dodged bullets running from cover to cover and hoping that this would end.

Many of your fellow soldiers had fallen in battle, and it was only a matter of time before you were struck by a bullet too. It happened when you went to help your fallen ally.

The force knocked you down and within seconds of being on the ground, you could feel the stinging, burning sensation growing more intense while the chaos ensued around you.

You could feel yourself being dragged behind cover, grateful to whoever it was, but there was only one person on your mind.

Minji. You hoped you hadn’t completely broken your promise to her. There was one way to keep your promise though; Don’t die.

You closed your eyes despite your allies telling you not to. But it was the only way for you to focus and drown everything out. Eventually, the gunfire ceased, and it didn’t take long for you to realize that your unit had successfully pushed back the enemy.

“Medic! We need a medic over here!”

You were bleeding too much to still be conscious, but you had to hold on just a little longer. When you opened your eyes again, you could see the familiar figure of a woman running towards you.

"Y/N, stay with me. You can’t give up now," Minji said, her voice trembling. "We need to get you to a field hospital."

Minji began to bandage your wound and applied pressure to stop the bleeding for the time being. You watched her work through blurry vision, amazed by how gentle she handled you while still being quick, knowing you were hanging on by a thread.

“Minji…” You weakly mumbled, feeling your eyes heavy with exhaustion as the pain spiked throughout your body in pulsating rhythms.

“Yes? What is it?” You could hear the panic in her voice, and you wanted to tell her that you trust her with your life. That you felt calmer now that she was there to help you.

You looked into her eyes and whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N," she said. It was only seconds after she tightened the bandage that she noticed you were now unconscious.

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“You’re healing pretty quickly.” Minji entered the room with a tray of food. You sat up, still sore where you had been shot.

“I don’t feel like I am.” You smiled to her as she set the tray down on your lap.

Minji took the liberty of sitting at the foot of your bed while you ate. She pondered to herself about the past few weeks you’ve been in the hospital.

“I thought I lost you.” Minji spoke up. She looked over at you and you could see tears brimming her eyes. You’ve known her since before the war and you’ve loved her ever since. There was no way you’d let the war tear you two away from each other.

“I thought I was lost too.”

Minji wiped away a tear that rolled down her cheek. “Ah. I told myself I wasn’t going to cry… Not in front of you. Not now.”

You set your tray aside and inched closer to her without ripping out the stitches holding your skin together.

"It's okay to cry. Sometimes we just need to let it all out." You assured her, slinging an arm around her shoulders. Minji burst into tears upon your initiation. You wrapped both of your arms around her as she turned into a sobbing mess on the end of your hospital bed.

It lasted about a few minutes, but you held her for the entire duration.

She sniffled, leaning into your hold. “I’m sorry, I’m acting like I was the one that got shot.”

“Oh yeah, our bullet wound is healing quickly.”

Minji cracked a smile, pulling away from you grasp and nudging you. “Shut up.”

You laughed, hovering your hand over your sutured, feeling a stinging pain when you laughed. Minji noticed and lifted your shirt just enough to check the sutures on your abdomen.

After a quick examination of your sutures, she stood up to gather her supplies.

“Your stitches must’ve pulled when you laughed. But we can actually remove them now— Luckily, you aren’t bleeding.” Minji disclosed as she set up a tray in preparation of removing you’re stitches.

You looked down at your stomach, seeing your wound that would surely leave a scar. A permanent reminder that you almost died.

Or a permanent reminder that you survived what most don’t.

You watched Minji sterilize the surgical scissors and tweezers in one of the containers of boiling water that had been prepared and preserved to be at the ready for easy access for the nurses throughout the day.

“Am I really getting these out?”

Minji took the scissors and tweezers out, drying them with a clean paper towel. She glanced at you while simultaneously opening the pack of cotton swabs.

“Disappointed?”

“Nope. Just seems early.”

“It’s been five weeks.” Minji chuckled, pouring a bit of rubbing alcohol onto a cotton swab to wipe down the tips of the scissors and tweezers.

“Time sure did fly, huh…”

Minji used a ladle to scoop a small amount of the boiling water into a cup, where she placed a few ice cubes inside to cool down the water. While the water cooled to a warm temperature, she set a bottle of antibacterial soap beside it as she used a spoon to scoop out the ice cubes.

“Are you ready? I’m about to clean it.” She warned, mixing a bit of the soap into the water, waiting for your ‘okay’.

“By all means.”

Minji smiled, pouring the soapy water onto a rag, careful not to spill everywhere. She pressed the warmed, soapy rag against your stitches, cleaning the area. You admired her concentrated expression as she grabbed a dry rag, drying the area.

“Again, are you ready?”

“Is it going to hurt?” You asked, to which Minji shook her head.

“It’s not supposed to. But please tell me if it does.” Minji met your eyes, sternly.

“Yes ma’am.”

She smirked, stifling back a laugh as she poured rubbing alcohol onto a new cotton swab, wiping down the area next.

Minji began to snip and pull up the sutures with the tweezers, followed by snipping each loop with the scissors. Minji carefully pulled each stitch out and surprisingly enough, it didn’t hurt as much as you thought. A slight stinging, but nothing painful.

After each stitch was removed, Minji used yet another rubbing alcohol-soaked cotton swab to clean the area again before dabbing antibiotic ointment over the wound area.

“And these,” she began to apply adhesive strips over where the stitches once were, “are just in case.”

“Thank you… That relieved some of the stinging.”

Minji smiled in relief, “good. Just try to be careful when you move. Getting them is more painful than taking them out.”

“Oh yeah. I will remember this next time I’m about to get shot.” You joked. Luckily, Minji knew you and your joke was able to land.

"You're safe now. I won't let anything hurt you, I promise."

“You’re my hero.” You smiled at her.

Minji let out at small laugh, nudging you. Judging by her reaction, she must’ve thought you were joking. Maybe you sounded sarcastic in your speech.

But you meant it.

If she hadn’t gotten to you as fast as she did after you were shot, you wouldn’t be alive to witness her taking your stitches out or even talk to her after so long of active duty during the war.

No. You were sure you wouldn’t be alive without her.

“I was serious,” you watched her clean up her supplies. “You saved me.”

Minji looked over at you, her eyes glistening in the sunlight that peeked through into the room.

She let out a soft sigh, walking back over to you, pressing her lips against your forehead.

“It wasn’t just me.”

“But it was just you who stopped the bleeding back at the ambush site. That saved my life just in time for me to undergo surgery.” You wanted her to give herself some credit. Even if she wasn’t the surgeon that removed the bullet fragments from your abdomen, she was the nurse that got you to the hospital and helped you recover after surgery.

“You were there for me when I couldn’t move around.” You added. She sat beside you, listening to you praise her.

“I love you, Y/N. Of course I was going to stay by your side.”

You smiled, feeling a sense of peace wash over you as you leaned forward, pressing your lips against hers. As you melted against her lips, you were grateful you survived.

Grateful that she never left your side.

"I love you, Minji," you said, your voice barely above a whisper when you pulled away, ending the kiss.

"I love you too, Y/N," Minji replied, smiling at you sweetly. "Always have."

#dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher au #dreamcatcher fanfic #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher jiu x reader #dreamcatcher jiu imagines #dreamcatcher jiu #I am hella jittery rn because i'm a dumbass so if you see typos- no you don't <3

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sunflowersand-bees · 2 years

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yall know how mike starts crying in s2 when he and el reunite?

yall know what happened literally ten minutes before this reunion?

the shed scene. tears streamed down mike’s cheeks as he testified of how much he loved will.

and then it was back into the fray. back into action. because they can’t ever have a moment of peace.

i wonder if mike would’ve cried at all when he reunited with el if he wasn’t already in a fragile emotional state.

yall are aware of how it doesn’t take much to start crying after you’ve finished one good cry? the ball’s already rolling. mike has a whole mental breakdown. and it’s because of the emotional turmoil he went through that day.

more than just the shed scene even. he had to deal with his friend being creepy and possessed--“he’s lying!”--(and he’s not getting much sleep because he’s sleeping in a hospital chair and, yk, anxiety) and then he had to try to warn the doctors about the trap that will had set, since he was the only one who figured out what that meant. he was physically restrained by a bunch of grown men while he tried to save everyone’s lives and he even failed to do that because almost everyone in the building was massacred (think about what kind of effect that had on mike) and then he had to basically carry will’s comatose body out of the building while bob gets eaten by a demodog (and he watches). then he has to go through the shed scene, reliving his first meeting with his best friend and having to deal with the dichotomy between his past situation and his present situation, of which they’re not even on the same plane of existence, and knowing that he can’t lose his friend to his monster that’s taken over his friend’s body, and he sees will’s eyes and they’re so dark and unfamiliar and hostile, but when mike bares his soul, something changes and will starts to come back to them. but, of course, before anything can come of that, they’re put in danger again, moments from death, monsters surrounding them. and then he sees his friend who, as he testified to max a few minutes earlier, he thought was dead as a doornail, randomly reappear and save them all from the same monsters he’d watched kill dozens of people including his best friend’s mom’s boyfriend (lmao) that he thought was about to kill him and his friends. then he learned that hopper, an adult that he’d trusted, had lied to him for a year and lied to everyone, telling them that el was dead and letting mike live with that guilt that he’d most certainly held since season 1 bc there’s no way mike doesn’t take on the burdens of everyone around him and then punish himself if he fails. so of course he has a breakdown, sobbing and crying to hopper. but we cant stop there of course! after all of this he has to send off his best friend and the girl who he thought was dead until two minutes ago to go and potentially die (both of them!!!) and he cant do anything to save them. until he gets an idea to save them but steve wont let him and mike just feels so fucking useless if he cant do anything to save them but then billy shows up and mike has to watch his best friend (lucas) get shoved up against a wall, as well as watch billy nearly kill steve, and then he watches max nearly kill billy and then he has to help his friends patch up steve (they dont know first aid). then they get in the car and drive to some creepy ass tunnels in the upside down that are filled with bones and they fight some more demodogs and also set a root system (?) on fire. (oh and his sisters ex boyfriend thought he was his sister.)

so yeah. mike wheeler needs hugs. of course he started crying when he saw el, but that doesn’t make it romantic. and if it does make it romantic, then shouldn’t the shed scene be romantic too?

all of the above happened in like less than 24 hours or something. it was all in the same day.

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shesay · 10 months

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I need some advice. I recently was broken up with and I'm reeling from it. We met when i was 19 and he was 32 and we ended up hooking up 6 years ago. He didn't tell me until after we hooked up that he had a wife which started a crazy feud, but he eventually divorced his wife and convinced me to be in a relationship with him. The relationship was pretty rocky at first because he was very emotionally abusive. Like he would constantly reprimand me for doing the wrong thing and saying the wrong thing and would lecture me for hours and not let me sleep until I agreed with him. I used to live with him sometimes because my mom got evicted and i couldn't hold down a stable job because I had an untreated learning disability and he would pick fights with me every day when I would say/ do the wrong thing and sometimes he would even kick me out.

While he did all this its v confusing bc he was also very good to me at the same time?? He helped me out when I was evicted and let me live rent free with him. He helped me get my diagnosis and helped me look for a job. He helped me get over some of my insecurities and would urge me to go to therapy and helped me get my driver's license. The last 2 years he started becoming more spiritual and became a lot nicer to me (He would still reprimand me but not as often) and urged me to do yoga and meditation. He started getting serious and during that time he was throwing ideas around of leaving everything behind and going to a yoga center etc. I was so drained atp from the constant mistreatment and feeling like I wasn't a priority so I went outside the relationship to explore my options. i met a guy that I was going to meet for dinner and just talk to, but I was drugged and assaulted. I felt so guilty that I told my boyfriend and he broke up with me. This was a year ago. Since then, we've been on and off because he would come back but couldn't commit because he couldnt trust me. Early this year he moved to a different state and he reached out to me to ask if I wanted to visit him out there in the summer. I was cautious but I agreed because I missed him. We started calling and texting every day and he started hinting that he wanted a relationship with me again. I started catching feelings again and was grateful for the opportunity to make things right because I fucked up. I bought the plane tickets and two days after I bought them he told me that he was getting women flirting with him out there and that he wanted to explore his options. I was so upset and I asked him why we couldnt work things out, he told me he still couldnt trust me after what happened. He told me it's best if I get a refund on the tix and just stay home. I felt so crushed, I felt like I was lead on and I feel so ashamed and guilty over what I did. The worst part is I felt like I ruined everything and it's my fault that the relationship ended the way it did. What do I do???? I have no friends and no one to talk to.

Omg 😭 idk how 2 advice u 2bh even tho I'm 20 and girls my age have been through alot of similar situations yk long term dating etc but I haven't thankfully anyways u were only 19 so young and naive and he was 32 🤮 and married he obv has no shame and u don't deserve what he made u go through and getting drugged and assaulted I can't imagine how horrifying that must be I'm v srry manifesting and praying 4 ur happiness and peace 💗 honestly i think uv been thru alot and u should take a break from males and focus on urself and ur own journey yk and i pray that u find good women friends who luv and cherish u.

#anonymous

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genshingarbage · 2 years

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To Zhongli: Out of all the people I could ask for, I quickly decided it would be you since you just seem like the type of person to know how to handle things in a well-turned-out way and give out good advices to people yk :'D. WELL UHM AHEM AHEM moving that aside though; how do you (or I) handle procrastination, aquire the determination to do sh**, get out of my bed that I have been in for hours & do what I really need to do?? Hahaha..I really need help on this(sorry for the tons of questions;;)

Oh my, you certainly was holding a lot inside wasn't you? Heh, well, no need to apologise my friend, I'm honoured you came to me for advice when you know so many others who could've helped too.

Please take a seat, I was about to enjoy some tea, it's excellent tasting I assure; I already poured one out if you'd like to help yourself so don't be timid.

But yes, back to your troubles... mmh... procrastination and lack of motivation have always been two great evils to mortals and even gods alike.

However that being said... little advice can actually be given about procrastination as its something everyone suffers with and deals with rather differently.

Mmh... I suppose if you want the best I can give, I'll simply tell you how I deal with it, which is to remind myself if I don't get up, do things that need to be done ect ect, who else will?

It seems far more easier to look away and curl back up doesn't it? Shut everything out and just go quiet and forget. Much simpler. But also, much sadder too...

I've noticed if you be more happy with yourself, inside, you become more active as a result. You start to take hold of your life and get it under control, because after all, it is your life is it not traveller?

It seems boring and pointless at times to do even the simplest of things, but that's just the gnawing thoughts at the back of one's head that always tries to get you to weaken and bend to its mercy.

Don't.

Don't let it win, those voices.

Perhaps tell yourself some appraisal, let yourself feel good about yourself and try bring out the happiness, you'll soon find getting up and doing these mundane tasks and tedious activities a simple walk through the park.

Just remind yourself, if you don't do it, no one else will, so you have to dig deep for that motivation because only you know truly how to reach it and keep it beating.

And if its of any constellation; I don't like the thought of a dear friend of my succumbing to such laziness and wasting away their hours on a bed instead of being active and alive.

My dear friend, you don't have much time on this plane of existence, I would like to think you'll make the most out of it... After all, a humans life is so fleeting...

- Zhongli

#genshin blog #genshinimpact #genshin #genshin fanfic blog #mod talks #zhongli #genshin zhongli #geo archon #advice #procastination #life advice #supportive #ask blog #mod answers #ask answered

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yessoupy · 10 months

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i’m envious of the travel bone in your body! any tips on how to get rid of my crippling fear of planes? it’s not a “we are very high up in the air and could crash” sort of feeling, but rather “i’m stuck in a small space and i’m high up in the air and there’s no way to get out”

i could sail the ocean to australia but yk, the crippling fear of becoming sea sick is also a problem of mine

there's drugs for all that! the fear of flying is related to an anxiety disorder. many people have a prescription for xanax or some such to take to be able to fly on planes. talk to your doctor about it!

also, there ARE ways to get out of a plane - emergency exits. :)

and for the fear of seasickness, dramamine! since I began taking lexapro, I get motion sickness in some situations (being in a prius in Seattle......), but dramamine has worked for me. getting to inishmore required a choppy ferry ride. I took a dramamine a half hour before we left and I was fine!

#travel

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evilneo · 3 years

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Yknow what? Maybe I CAN live like this

#like it kinds sucks rn but it won't be forever yk?#the price of happiness is only 15 months £500-700 (give or take 😬) and a 18+ hour plane ride #actually oh fuck how am i even gonna save that much 💀#like if i divint spend money maybe i could #idk thats a bridge i can cross in 15 months ig ✨

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tfwlawyers · 3 years

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Not me singlehandedly going through your entire parent trap au I’m so invested even though like half of the posts are from 2015 💀

THESE THINGS HAPPEN I get such a kick out of knowing this au is still making its rounds though 😭😭

and yk what just because I know I’m never going to do anything else with this, have a 3.5k attempted scramble of fic for this au I tried writing back also in 2015. i was even less of a writer back then than I am now so it’s absolutely terrible but have at thee

“Oh, wait...” Trucy winced and tapped her earring. Apollo’s eyes widened in realization. “Looks like we have one more thing to do tonight - it’ll be super quick, I promise.”

“Oh no,” Apollo said, visibly paling, “there’s no way you’re doing that to me-”

“Then cutting my hair was a total waste,” Trucy huffed, tugging at a newly shorn lock, “because there’s no way I can go to camp with pierced ears and come home without. Come on, Polly, where’s your sense of adventure? It’s just one little pinch!”

“Just one?” he asked hesitantly, eyes now trained on the sharp needle laying on the table.

Trucy paused. “Well... I guess it’s technically two. I really only wear the one earring, but both my ears are pierced.”

Apollo sighed. “Great.”

“Nah, I got this,” Trucy said, grinning toothily. “I went with Aunt Maya when she wanted to get hers pierced, even though she chickened out at the last second.” She picked up the needle and a book of matches from the table, eyes glinting. “I had to get mine repierced because of infection the first time too. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

“Put that apple slice back,” Apollo said, narrowing his eyes at the piece of fruit in Trucy’s hands. “They’re acidic, I don’t need that anywhere near me and oh God you’re really going to shove a piece of metal into my ear, aren’t you-”

“You sure I look okay?” he asked, patting down the skirt. He squinted down at the stark white boots he’d thankfully fit into. “I’m terrified to walk in these, they look like death traps -”

“Which is why we’re practicing,” Trucy said primly, wiping her hands on a gel-stained rag. She still didn’t quite have a grasp on the correct ratio of product to actual hair, but she was much better than when they had started five weeks ago. “Now, walk towards me.”

“One last thing, I guess,” Apollo said, removing his bracelet and handing it to Trucy, watching as she carefully slid it on. He rubbed his now bare wrist absentmindedly, feeling strangely naked without it.

“So... this is really it. We’re really doing this.”

“We’re really doing this,” Trucy confirmed, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. For all her apparent enthusiasm, she looked as nervous as he felt. The studs in her ears reflected the morning light.

“Give papa a hug for me,” he said, smiling weakly.

“Give daddy one for me too,” she said.

They hesitated a moment more before Trucy threw her arms around her brother’s shoulders. Apollo’s arms immediately snaked around her waist, drawing her in tight. They clung to each other, silently willing and praying this was somehow going to all work out - that they wouldn’t just to get to meet their other parent, that they wouldn’t only get a few short weeks with the other father they hadn’t even known had existed, but that they could find some way to reconcile the two, that they wouldn’t have to lose anyone across the wide expanse of the Atlantic ever again.

“You’ve had your ears pierced,” he said almost absently, cradling her head between his hands and gently turning her neck back and forth to better view the studs. He clicked his tongue. Trucy felt her heart sink.

“Do you... hate them?” she asked tentatively.

Edgeworth’s eyes snapped to hers. They were the same soft gray color as the paint Daddy always kept too much of around the house. “On the contrary - I find they suit you incredibly well. Please tell me you didn’t get an infection.”

Her face split into a wide smile.

Apollo thumbed through a stack of canvases that had been shoved into a corner. There was a thin layer of dust of them; if he had to guess, he’d say they hadn’t been disturbed for at least three months - not a particularly long stretch of time, all things considered. They were clearly less polished works, lacking the technical skill and attention to detail that made Phoenix Wright a name to be reckoned with in the art community, but they were still beautiful in their own way. Paintings of vineyards and what looked like London, towering skyscrapers and calm seas and -

His father.

Apollo blinked.

The portrait of Miles Edgeworth drawn in rich oils did not blink back. Nor did the three that followed.

“There were a lot of paintings of the same person in daddy’s works. Some guy with grey hair,” Apollo said, struggling for nonchalance.

Maya’s grip on the mixing bowl faltered. “Is that so,” she said carefully.

“Was he one of daddy’s favorite models or something he just never told me about?”

Maya pursed her lips and continued stirring with a newfound vigor. “You could say that.”

“You’re not Apollo?” he asked, voice thick. “You’re Trucy?”

She smiled weakly. “That would be correct.” One strand of hair fell lank across her forehead - how did I not notice, Apollo hasn’t used nearly that much gel in years - and he absentmindedly tucked it behind her ear. He felt her press into the warmth of his hand, as if she were afraid he might suddenly vanish across the Atlantic again.

“I hope you don’t - I hope you don’t hate me,” she said, voice beginning to waver, “it’s just that Polly and I met at the camp and the whole thing sort of just spilled out. I’ve wanted to see you for so long, and Polly felt exactly the same way about Daddy, so we sort of just - just switched lives and hoped it wouldn’t take you so soon to notice. I really hope you don’t hate me, because I’ve wanted to meet you basically my whole life and I hope that maybe one day you can love me for me and not Polly and -” (this is ALL from movie tho so mix this up)

Edgeworth’s left hand came to cradle the rest of Trucy’s face, cutting her off mid-sentence. “Oh, my dear,” he said, cautiously tugging her forward. She came willingly, all but sprawling across his chest, tucking her head underneath his chin and wrapping her arms around his middle. “I’ve loved you since the day you came to me,” he whispered into her hair, blinking away the beginnings of tears he felt gathering at the corner of his eyes. He felt her tighten her hold and he did the same.

He poured himself a thumbnail of scotch, perfectly content to pretend he didn’t have tickets to a plane back to a state he had vowed never to set foot in again departing in less than four hours. “He was rather handsome,” he found himself admitting, absentmindedly swirling the glass and taking a sip. He paused, staring at nothing and mumbling to himself, “...had the most crooked smile. Always made me weak at the knees.”

“What was that, sir?”

Edgeworth snapped his attention back to the other man; he’d nearly forgotten Gumshoe was even in the room. “Nothing, nothing, never mind, have you seen the tickets?”

Gumshoe shrugged. That was Trucy’s cue.

“Almost ready, papa?” she asked, stepping smoothly into the room from her hiding place behind the thick wooden door. Edgeworth looked just as wild-eyed as she’d been hoping.

“Yes, of course, I’m almost finished packing -”

She didn’t even have to look at his still mostly bare suitcase to know he was lying.

“ -and you did tell your father we were coming, didn’t you?” he finished, placing his drink on a nearby dresser and running his fingers shakily through his hair.

“Absolutely,” Trucy promised.

“Ah,” Edgeworth said, fiddling with his waistcoat buttons. They looked like they’d been polished recently.

“Liar,” Gumshoe leaned down to whisper. She shushed him.

“Might I suggest we continue this little gathering inside,” Maya said, already beginning to shepherd the twins - the twins, she was going to need another vacation just to process the fact that they were together again - into the room. She twisted back around to look at Edgeworth, still shoving Apollo (that was Apollo, right?) forward. “Hi,” she began again, offering a free hand, “you probably don’t remember me -”

“Maya!” he interrupted, smiling warmly and bending to kiss her chastely on the cheek. His breath was sour with vodka and his glasses clunked awkwardly against her face. As he turned and stepped fully into the room, Maya’s cheeks(rp) began to hurt from smiling so fiercely.

“I knew I always liked him,” she said to no one as she closed the door.

This was ridiculous. This resort was full of entirely too many people who favored the same sort of eccentric clothing that man had even fourteen years ago, a disproportionate amount of them with the same slate grey hair. He almost would have written that (awkward*) expression seen from across Dahlia’s shoulder/a hotel lobby as a figment of his overtaxed imagination had it not been so much realer than the stacks of canvases in his studio. Which meant Miles was here, but he’d swept the first level of the hotel twice already after begging Dahlia to take to her room for a bit, the pool area was as depressingly empty as the inside was, and -

There he was.

Across the pool, descending the steps carefully from the inside lounge area and walking on the balls of his feet like he always did when he’d had a bit too much to drink (and why did he still remember that) was, without a doubt, Miles Edgeworth.

Phoenix suddenly found it difficult to breathe.

Edgeworth was halfway down the opposite path before Phoenix realized he should probably do something.

“Excuse me,” he said, shouldering his way through the crowd. It would be rude and more than a little intrusive to just call out his ex-husband’s name in the middle of a resort, right? Perhaps not as rude as nearly shoving the poor bellboy into the shrubbery, but, well, desperate times called for desperate measures.

He didn’t immediately notice the odd assortment of friends and family and a lumbering man in striped green swimming trunks perched on pool chairs as he stepped past, but they certainly noticed him.

“Daddy, are you okay?” Trucy asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said vaguely, refusing to take his eyes off Edgeworth. He was abruptly terrified he might vanish again if he did.

“Nick, watch out -”

“Hey, pal -”

“Daddy -”

With that, Phoenix collided into a passing service boy, arms pinwheeling wildly as he fell directly into the pool behind him.

“Hello Miles,” he said, smiling sheepishly and wringing out his tie. He fought the urge to rub the back of his neck and settled for clenching his hands into tight fists instead. “Or do you people call you Edgeworth now?”

“Miles is - Miles is fine,” Edgeworth said weakly, trying to look anywhere but Phoenix, as if this was a perfectly normal conversation they should be having for the first time after fifteen years. “My father still calls me Miles.”

Something warm coiled in his chest. It felt infinitely more dangerous than it had fifteen years ago.

“You always had a smart mouth,” he murmured, rubbing a swathe of cleaning ointment along the cut on Phoenix’s forehead. Phoenix hissed.

“So glad you remembered,” he bit through gritted teeth.

“Hush.”

Phoenix hmmed but stayed silent for a few more seconds, staring at Edgeworth as he dug back into the first aid kit. Edgeworth tried not to flush under the scrutiny.

Phoenix held his wrist in a loose grip. He should have felt clammy from the pool and the rapidly descending night, but he blazed oddly hot against Edgeworth’s skin.

“Miles, I-”

“Feenie? Who is this?”

“Dollie!” Phoenix said, shooting upright and wincing at the sudden dizziness.

Edgeworth’s burgundy coat was hung carefully over his arm, too thick for the warm California night. The buttons on his waistcoat glinted from a nearby streetlamp’s glow.

Phoenix swallowed.

“Do you have any idea where they’re taking us?” Edgeworth asked, leaning in slightly. Phoenix’s (nose twitched? something about scent memory?) and he refused to let himself acknowledge that Miles’s choice of aftershave hadn’t changed since the day they’d met. He abruptly remembered the taste of cheap wine and overly sweet cake on his tongue, felt the ghost weight of a ring fifteen years gone.

He hastily turned away.

“No idea.”

“Grandfather chipped in a bit -”

“Apollo,” Edgeworth warned.

“Alright, so Grandfather chipped in a lot, whatever, we’re poor teenagers, the point is,” he said, emphasizing the final word by pulling the ship’s impressive doors open with a firm tug, “it’s ours for the night.”

Phoenix whistled shrilly in appreciation, instinctively reaching out to ruffle Apollo’s hair. It was a testament to how important the night was that Apollo merely batted Phoenix’s hand away. “Seriously, dad,” he mumbled. His scowl was clearly forced, however; he felt oddly warm that he was able to finally use that word at all.

“Subtle,” Phoenix remarked.

“Mm,” Edgeworth agreed. “I don’t suppose we should let their efforts, however misguided they may be, go to waste, should we?”

“You just want to know who else they roped into this ridiculous scheme of theirs.”

“Oh, because you don’t.”

“I,” Phoenix said, moving to the chilled champagne propped by the windowsill and popping its cork, “have a perfectly healthy level of curiosity. It does not involve wondering what’s going on in my kid’s head. Trucy is a teenager. That’s terrifying.” He carefully poured the sparkling drink into two glasses and offered one to Edgeworth.

“I find that somewhat difficult to believe,” Edgeworth said, striding forward and taking the proffered glass. He made certain their fingers did not brush. “Thank you.”

They waited until she had hastily bowed out of the room before turning their focus back to each other. “Miles, that’s why we came up with this arrangement in the first place,” Phoenix continued, nonplussed.

“Really?” Edgeworth carefully picked up his glass flute, trying to ignore the tremor he felt running through his hands. “I thought it was because we’d agreed to never see each other again.”

Phoenix’s heart clenched. “Not ‘we’, Miles,” he said slowly, spreading his hands on the tablecloth and feeling like if he missed a step here, he would risk something he couldn’t afford to lose again.

Edgeworth took a shaky draw of wine. “You know,” he said slowly, seemingly forcing himself to meet Phoenix’s eyes, “that part is unclear to me as well.”

“Oh, you don’t remember the day you packed?” Phoenix asked.

“No, I remember that day perfectly. Did I hurt you when I threw that - oh God, what was it -”

“It was Kamisar’s Modern Criminal Procedure. It left a dent in the wall from where it rebounded off my head.”

“Oh,” Edgeworth said, at least having the grace to look properly abashed. “Right. Sorry.”

Phoenix shrugged. “It’s not like I was making it that easy on you.

And....” Edgeworth trailed off, twisting a napkin between his fingers. “You didn’t chase after me.”

Phoenix felt (something) shift. “I didn’t know that you wanted me to.”

“A toast to -”

“Our children,” Edgeworth cut in. He ignored the tightening in his chest at the our.

“Our children,” Phoenix repeated slowly, as if the words didn’t quite match with what his mouth had wanted to say.

“We both got where we actually wanted to go.”

Phoenix’s eyes never wavered from his. “We did,” he said, voice strange.

They toasted again and finished their meal in silence.

“Apollo, what are you doing in those clothes? We’ve got a plane to catch.”

“We’re getting totally ripped off,” maybe-Trucy said. “Daddy said we’d get our camping trip and we want to go.”

“Wait, hang on,” Phoenix interrupted, “what camping trip?”

“The one Aunt Maya and I make you take us on every year before school starts,” almost-definitely-Trucy said. Phoenix began to lift his finger in triumph, sure he’d found his kid -

“ -the one behind the house that runs all the way up to Gourd Lake, remember when you fell in that one year,” I’m-not-too-sure-if-this-one-is-still-in-fact-Apollo finished.

Phoenix’s arm fell listlessly to his side. Edgeworth snorted.

Phoenix shot Edgeworth a look. Thanks for helping, one of these is yours. “This is entirely unfunny, you’re going to make your father miss his flight,” he said, shifting his attention back to the twins. Honestly, he was an Ivy University graduate and Miles was a world renowned defense attorney, how were they being duped by their own kids -

“Apollo -” Edgeworth began.

“Yes?” they both said in unison.

Edgeworth groaned. “They get this from you, I’m sure,” he said.

“It’s not my fault you’ve apparently been raising a devilishly deceptive teenager,” Phoenix quipped back, never taking his eyes off the twins. He could feel the beginnings of a migraine pound at the base of his neck. “He’s probably rubbed off on Trucy.”

The twins grinned.

Phoenix rubbed a hand over his eyes before stooping to their height once again. He stared hard at each of them, looking back and forth between their faces. “This one’s Trucy,” he said slowly, pointing a finger to the sibling in orange. “I’m positive.”

“You know, I hope you’re right, Daddy. You wouldn’t want to send the wrong kid all the way back to Germany - ”

“ - would you?”

How was any of this fair?

“Here’s our proposition. We go back to Daddy’s house, pack our stuff, and the four of us leave on the camping trip.”

“The four of us?” Edgeworth interjected. They ignored him.

“And when you bring us back,” maybe-Trucy-maybe-Apollo continued, “we’ll tell you who’s Trucy and who’s Apollo.”

“Or,” Edgeworth said, carefully stepping around and in front of Phoenix and crossing his arms firmly across his chest, tapping his finger rhythmically against his arm, “new plan. I take one of you back to Germany with me whether you like it or not.”

Two identical sets of eyes twinkled back at him.

(He felt a migraine beginning to pound in his left temple.)

“You can cook now?” Edgeworth asked.

“Oh yeah,” Phoenix said. “I can make pasta. And pasta. Probably more pasta, if you ask really nicely.”

“Hm,” Edgeworth said, eyebrows scrunched in mock thought, “pasta sounds good.”

Phoenix grinned, bumping Edgeworth’s shoulder. He was warm through the cotton. “Pasta it is.”

Edgeworth looked across the seat at Apollo. His glassy eyes reflected the flickering street lamps as the taxi sped down the empty street.

“Apollo, I -” he began, deflating as Apollo turned further away. It’s entirely justified, he thought despondently. I’d hate myself as well.

“Grandfather?” Apollo called, shrugging out of his heavy jacket and hanging it on the coat rack. The house was silent.

“I’ll check the study,” Edgeworth said, tugging his jabot loose. Apollo nodded and headed towards the direction of the kitchen, toeing off his shoes on the way. Pushing open the wide doors that led to the study, Edgeworth saw someone reading a paper at the desk. He cocked his hip against the door and crossed his arms. “Hello, father. We’re back.”

The newspaper lowered. It wasn’t Gregory.

“Hiya, papa,” Trucy said. The corners of her mouth were quirked despite her obvious attempts to reign in her expression. “Did you know the Concord gets you here in half the time?”

Edgeworth slipped against the doorframe. He felt the knob dig into his hip. “I - yes, I’ve heard that.”

(Edgeworth was acutely aware of the doorknob digging into his hip from when he pressed against it. “I - yes, I’ve heard that.”)

Apollo walked into the room, drawn to the sound of voices. When he saw Trucy his face split into a blinding grin. “What are you doing here?”

Trucy neatly folded the newspaper on the desk and clasped her hands in front of her. “It took us about thirty seconds after you left that we decided we didn’t want to lose you two again,” she said, eyes crinkling.

Edgeworth swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat. “We?” he said, voice cracking.

“We,” a new voice agreed.

From the corner of his eye, Edgeworth noted Trucy moving to stand by the far wall of the study, giving the vaguest attempt of privacy. It didn’t matter. His eyes were trained on Phoenix, tracking his movement as he crossed the room.

Phoenix peppered his face in light kisses, smiling into the curve of his throat and pressing his lips to the thrumming heartbeat beneath his skin.

They eventually pulled back, desperate for air. Phoenix’s eyes crinkled - crow’s feet, Edgeworth thought wildly through his haze, he’s got crow’s feet now, I haven’t seen him this close up since - and he rested his forehead against Edgeworth’s.

“God, I’m never letting you go again,” he whispered, hands snaking around the other man’s back to pull him even closer.

“You want to toast with this? I’d have thought you might want to upgrade to something with a little more class.”

Phoenix smiled sloppily, pressing a chaste kiss to his temple. “You’re the only one I said I’d drink it with, remember?”

Edgeworth smiled back. He took the proffered bottle warmed by the weather and tugged his husband into a proper kiss, matching rings glinting in the dying sunlight.

#bluefaewren #replies #parent trap au #attempting to write tag

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basilly · 3 years

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long distance hcs w/ george || irl!george x reader

. request: maybe long distance hc’s with George where the reader is also a streamer and lives in California so George’s time is like 8 hours ahead

. this might be my last george piece as i don’t know him well enough for more works- also it’ll be super short

. pronouns: they/them

. george absolutely hates long distance

. he just enjoys your presence- so id expect facetime calls all the time

. usually he doesn’t get clingy, he just likes the comfort and thought that you are there

. if he is feeling clingy tho- he’d be so upset the entire day

. gets plushies for one another as if you were hugging them

. expect couple streams a lot- he just wants you there with him!

. he makes sure to watch every stream of yours, it gives him a sense that you are there with him, even far away

. yk how dream syncs his sleep schedule to fit george’s? yea you try and do that- or at least adjust it so you can talk more

. there are a couple times you are able to see george- either a holiday, birthday, or he randomly flies out because you are having a bad day

“y/n? are you okay?” “uh- i mean i guess no but i’ll be okay”

. cue him buying the fastest plane ticket ever

“george?? what are you-” “you’re having a bad day- so im going to fly out there”

. lots of photo taking of your day if either of you are busy

. see something cool? picture is taken to show george

. of course communication is important- but george gets nervous

. he tries his best to communicate if something is wrong and you guys will have a long discussion on how to fix it or reassure him

. i feel like he likes getting matching clothes like tshirts and hoodies- so he would def send then over so you guys can match even miles away

. speaking of matching- matching bracelets would be rlly cute

. long distance is hard, but you both know each other is worth it

. there was no way each of you were going to give up on the other

an: i don’t know what else i’d say for george i don’t know him well lol

#georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfound x y/n #mcyt x you #mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfic #mcyt fluff #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x y/n #basilly

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openheart12 · 3 years

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Mask of Death

A/N: I’ve been working on this fic for months so I hope you all enjoy I was so nervous to post lol

Thank you as always to @rigatonireid for pre-reading!! ❤️

Summary: Reader is kidnapped and of course, Spencer is there to save the day.

Warnings: mention of blood, kidnapping, implied torture, yk normal CM stuff lol

Word Count: 2,087

You had been working at the BAU for the past four years and since starting there, you had made lifelong friends. Emily, Aaron, David, Penelope, Derek and JJ were the best friends you could’ve asked for. Then there was Spencer. Spencer Reid who had become your closest friend and who you had caught feelings for almost immediately. Always wondering if he felt the same way as you did for him, but that was wishful thinking and you knew it.

The rare freetime that the team got was mostly spent together like having dinner at Rossi’s or going to the park with Henry and Jack. You and Spencer would always be glued to each other's sides and it didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the team. They would make jokes to which you and Spencer would just blush while trying to change the topic away from you two.

When you had finally worked up enough courage to tell Spencer how you felt, you were shocked and relieved to find out he felt the same way. Your relationship could’ve been a liability so together, the two of you told Aaron who was behind ecstatic for you. You figured it had something to do with him losing his own wife, but you hadn’t been at the BAU for that.

Flash forward to the present, the team had been called to Rock Springs, Wyoming after a series of murders had taken place over the course of a month. The unsub held them captive for three days, torturing them before dumping their bodies into the Flaming Gorge Reservoir.

“Wheels up in thirty,” you heard Hotch say after he finished the debriefing, bringing you out of your thoughts.

It was a pretty standard unsub, traumatic childhood, white male in his early twenties or thirties, but as the case went on, it was anything but standard.

Of course you and Spencer sat next to each other on the plane, your hands interlaced throughout the whole flight. He was reading a new book you had gotten him from Christmas while you and Emily were talking about her and JJ’s upcoming wedding plans. The two had been dating for a couple years before Emily asked the big question.

You and Spencer went to check out the last known address of Walter Williams after landing in Wyoming. It wasn’t often that the two of you were teamed up together.

Arriving at a house in the middle of nowhere, you and Spencer walked up to the front door and knocked with no answer. You checked the back door while Spencer went to check a barn in the backyard. It was only for a minute and the next thing you know you woke up in a basement with your arms tied behind your back and your legs tied to a chair. You felt liquid trickle down the side of your head and assumed it was blood. You winced from the lights and they were dim so you probably had a concussion.

Your thoughts quickly wandered over to Spencer wondering if he was okay or not because you didn’t know what had happened, but before you could think of anything else, a man with sandy blonde hair and was about average height, walking into the room, a gun in hand.

“Y/N…” he smiled wickedly at you and the fact that he knew your name, sent a shiver down your spine. Something was definitely not right. “How is Spencer doing? Your four year anniversary is coming up, isn’t it?” He smirked at seeing your fear, you tried to keep your face straight, but miserably failed. “Cat got your tongue? Oh sorry, I forgot you’re allergic to them.”

“Who are you?” You finally managed to ask.

“You don’t remember me?” You shook your head no so he continued, “you probably remember my daughter, Anna, who was murdered the year before last. You promised me you would find her killer and I’ve been following you and not once did you ever look into her case again.”

Suddenly, you remembered the little girl, the one who still haunts your dreams from the brutality of her murder. You had looked into her case afterwards, but there were other little girls out there who needed you and the team. It was a hard decision, but you had to move on at the time.

“Mr. Williams...I promise you we tried everything we could, followed up on every lead we had, but we didn’t have any evidence and those are the hardest cases to solve.” You thought maybe reasoning with him would help, but it only angered him further.

“So that’s all she was to you? Just another case to be solved?” He scoffed, “that was my baby and I lost her and you didn’t do a damn thing.” He took a step closer to you, “well, you know what this means for you, don’t you?” He gave you a smile that made goosebumps erupt across your body. You in fact, know what this meant for you. If he stuck to his patterns that was.

“Revenge isn’t going to bring Anna back.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” You watched as he put his gun in the holster on his hip and traded it for a knife. You could tell he enjoyed the fear he provoked from you and it only edged him on. He ever so lightly ran the knife down your cheek to your neck and back up. “You know, this is the exact thing my Anna went through that night.”

You thought back to the details of the recent strings of murders that had the same M.O. as his daughters and didn’t know how you couldn’t piece it together. You tried to push the images of Anna out of your head all the time, Hotch had even brought up the idea of therapy to you afterwards and you took it.

“They’re going to find me,” you said confidently to which he just laughed. “She’s better off without you,” you shot back causing him to stop laughing and then everything went black.

You awoke some time later, you had no idea how long you were out. Minutes, hours, it all felt the same. Something in front of you had caught your eye, there was a video recorder with the red light blinking meaning it was on and you had no idea who was watching.

“Spence…” you called out softly. No answer. Your head was pounding now and the lights were making it worse. You jumped after hearing the door open and Walter walking back in.

“If you say shit like that again, it’ll be the last thing you do,” he warned and you weakly nodded your head. “Now where were we?” He glanced back at the camera and grinned. “Enjoy the show, Spencer Reid.” That caught your attention and your eyes widened in horror.

“Please, don’t do this,” you pleaded, but he got his knife out and went straight to you. After he was done, he left you in a bloody mess. The amount of blood you were losing wasn’t good and you began to feel lightheaded. You hoped, prayed that they would find you soon because your body was quickly beginning to give up. Walter repeated the process every hour, making you lose more and more blood. You had to stay strong for Spencer and your friends.

“FBI!” You heard and you felt hopeful for a split second, but that quickly vanished when you felt the cool metal of a gun pressed against your temple. The agents and officers poured into the dimly lit room, your eyes immediately going to Spencer’s. His eyes were full of fear...and something more that you couldn’t decipher. You tore your eyes away from him, taking in the faces of Hotch, Prentiss, Rossi, Jareau and Morgan. A flash of pink through the door caught your eye and you couldn’t help the small smile that passed over your face. Garcia had stayed back in Quantico as usual, but the news of your kidnapping had brought her to Wyoming. It warmed your heart to know that your friends cared so much about you and if you were to die, at least you would be surrounded by the people you loved the most.

“Let her go and we can help you,” you heard Hotch’s voice, but Walter’s grip on you tightened. You tried to meet Hotch’s eyes, to try to tell him that your life wasn’t more important than the other two girls who were still missing. They had family waiting for them and Spencer would be fine without you...right?

Hotch lowered his gun, the other agents following suit. “You don’t want to do this, let her go and we can talk. We can tell them you cooperated with us or make a deal with you, but in order for that to happen, you have to let her go,” he said in a calm, unwavering voice.

“Tell them where the other girls are and you can do whatever you want to me,” you said loud enough for only him to hear you.

“I’ll take you up on that offer, Pretty Girl,” he whispered in your ear causing you to shiver at the nickname that only Spencer or Derek would call you.

Hotch took a slow, tentative step forward making Walter return his attention back to him. “Step any closer and that’s it,” he harshly pulled you back, a whimper leaving your lips at the force. You saw Spencer’s eyes that had considerably darkened and in the three years you two had dated, you had never seen him this angry. He was always able to compose himself, but when it came to you? The man lost his ability to think straight and not to mention, that this was your first time being held hostage.

“Let her go.” Spencer tried this time.

“Wouldn’t you like that, Pretty Boy?” You could tell that was when Spencer realized who he was.

“You’re Anna’s father,” he stated. Spencer knew how much her case had affected you. “She wouldn’t want you to do this, Walter. She was nine years old and what happened to her was a tragedy, but you are torturing her closest friends right now merely for the fact that they’re alive and she’s not. Y/N, she worked tirelessly on your daughter’s case day after day and I know this because I was helping her. We hadn’t given up, but we were stuck and there were other cases that needed our attention. So I’m asking, for the sake of your daughter’s memory, let Y/N go and we can talk this out.”

You felt his grip on you loosen enough that you were able to get free and ran straight into Spencer’s arms. A shot rang out and you didn’t know where it came from. Spencer grasped your face with his hands, gently, to avoid hurting you further. “Are you okay?”

“B-better now,” you gave him a small smile, but you slowly felt yourself losing consciousness.

“I need an ambulance!” Spencer shouted out, cradling your bloodied body in his arms as he gently lowered you to the ground.

The soft murmuring of the hospital machines was enough to make you stir. Your entire body ached and your head was pounding and there was a weight on your stomach. When you opened your eyes, you saw Spencer with his head on your stomach with his eyes closed. A smile made its way onto your mouth and you softly ran your fingers through his hair, ignoring the pain it caused. You were just glad to be here with him without a gun pointed to your head. The gesture was enough to wake him up and he quickly moved off of you.

“Y/N…” you saw tears pricking his eyes and you felt your own start to water.

“Spence, I’m right here,” you patted the space next to you and as carefully as he could, he got into the bed with you and wrapped an arm around you protectively.

“God, I love you. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I love you so much.” Time passed and eventually the doctor came to check on you and was letting you go home as long as you had someone to be there for you and you did, you would always have Spencer in your corner no matter what.

“Come on, let’s go home,” he smiled at you and you matched it.

“Let’s go home,” you repeated.

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Hello! can I request SVT Jeonghan in a time travel AU. The reader is a time traveler who keeps going back in time to save Jeonghan from something or maybe save their relationship? Feeling angsty today

You just don’t want me to be happy. I’m jk but thank you for the request!!! :)))) <3 I love the whole time travel/manipulation concept even if there’s hardly ever a happy ending regarding these. I hope you’re still feeling angsty btw!!! So sorry for the delay but I hope you like it because I love validation :,D *I will edit in a ‘read more’ link tomorrow but I wanted to get this posted tonight*

Pairing: Jeonghan x Reader (GN)

Word count: 3,580

Genre/contents: Time travel! AU, Time loop, Angsty, a *tiny* bit of fluff if you squint hard enough

TW: Death mention, death description (kind of), car accident??, B l o o d mention, hospital mention, as always if I’m missing anything do let me know!!

Note: It is that long because I was sad at the time of writing this. Also, Jeonghan stans PLEASE DON’T HATE ME!! ily i swear :,(((( I won’t spoil much but you asked for angsty, Anon, here is angsty. Also I did sort of change up the topic of the reader being the only time traveler and made it a community sort of? Meh you’ll see lmao not really a BIG part of the story but yk

“Don’t go!”

The pain was unbearable. No matter how you lost him or how many times, it was just as unbearable as the last.

You were going to save him, somehow.

But you knew how time traveling worked, how nothing would go your way no matter how many times you tried.

There had to be a way to save him. You weren’t accepting it any other way.

“Jeonghan!”

He didn’t believe you. He never did. Every desperate word you said to stop him from getting on the train, getting into the cab, on the plane, or even crossing the street.

You wondered what he thought at the last second before your heart broke once again and you ran back home to restart the cycle.

Did he believe you then? Would he remember this time? Is there really a way to save him?

You reset the clock beside your bed, forcing yourself asleep, tears streaming down your face as you did.

Then you woke up, again, at eight in the morning. The knocking on the front door to your apartment was the same as well.

You even almost tripped on the same loose floorboard on the way to answer the door.

If you didn’t remember not to trip, how would Jeonghan remember the past twenty-nine times you’ve gone back to save him?

You already knew that answer. Only you remembered anything about what’s to come in the upcoming hours of the day.

“Did I wake you?” Jeonghan’s smiling face always greeted you. Even before the loop you created the first time he had gotten into an accident.

“No.” You stared at him, your eyes watery when you did. They always were when you would see him again.

As if nothing had happened.

“Why are you crying? Did something happened?”

Yes, you thought. You died and I couldn’t save you.

“No, no. I stubbed my toe a moment ago.” You forced a laugh to cover up your fears for the day.

“Be careful,” Jeonghan laughed with you, “are you ready?”

He glanced at what you were wearing, still dressed in the clothes you had been in previously.

Not that he would know, but you knew. And you felt weird about not taking the time to dress into something more suitable to sleep in.

You knew there were more important things though.

Like saving Jeonghan.

And you were going to do it right this time. He won’t die this time. You had a plan.

“Yep.” You smiled, trying to enjoy the moment.

“I have something to talk to you about over breakfast.”

You knew what he was going to tell you.

It was the same thing he always told you.

There it was. It was time to get into position.

“Good. I was getting pretty hungry.”

The two of you walked down to a diner, talking about the same thing you had talked about in every other loop.

Jeonghan talked about how college was going, you talked about getting that promotion you had been waiting for.

Not once did you think to change up the topic each time.

In that moment, you knew it was the first time Jeonghan had heard or even talked about it. Even if it was the thirtieth time you heard him talk about college, or you had mentioned your promotion.

It was his first time every time, but you felt good knowing he was equally as proud of you as he was the first time.

Both of you sat down in a booth, a waitress coming to take your orders momentarily.

“So,” you started, feeling the knot in your stomach, “what were you going to tell me?”

Jeonghan’s smile slightly faded, but he covered it up with a soft chuckle. He always did.

“Oh no, it’s bad.” You frowned. It had always been bad news. In other circumstances, you were happy for him but not with your current circumstances. It was the same news, only a different date.

Jeonghan shook his head, “no! Kind of.”

Your frown sat consistent on your face, Jeonghan took a deep breath, nervously.

“I’m moving in about… Two weeks.” He was hesitant to meet your eyes, when he did, he felt guilt. You could see it too, and it took everything to tell him you weren’t mad at him.

You never were.

“Oh.” That was all that came out of your mouth. Jeonghan paused his speech, thanking the waitress who had came back with your drinks.

“I will stay in touch! You know I would go crazy without you.” Jeonghan smiled again, as he did before. You took a sip of your drink, nodding acceptingly.

“You better.” You forced out, the lump in your throat growing bigger as your heart raced faster, and your mind grew fuzzy. You wanted to scream.

You wanted to scream, cry, and tell him everything and somehow make him believe you.

You’ve done all of that before, though. And each time, it just scared him off and time would speed up. Or he would reassure you and still leave.

“I will.” He repeated, focused on the menu. When he looked at you again, meeting your eyes, he spoke in a softer tone than before. “I love you.”

You forced a smile, although it was meant as a real smile, how hearing him say that made you feel okay, it hurt. You remembered every time he said that in each loop, those three words.

It hurt again, fearing you’d fail again.

“I love you too.”

The waitress came back, and the two of your ordered breakfast, your order being more on a whim than a conscious choice.

The two of you ate in silence, more focused on the meals than each other.

“That was so good.” Jeonghan sighed contently.

“It always is.”

“Always? Have you been here before?”

You chuckled, “No. Any meal with you is delicious.”

You meant that.

You and Jeonghan left the diner after paying, walking side by side on the sidewalk again.

“I’m throwing one last going away party. The guys will be there too- I hope.” Jeonghan stuffed his hands into his pockets. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

He’s never spoke about a party the past twenty-nine times. Why on loop thirty?

“I want you to come. It’s at seven tonight.” Jeonghan glanced at you, the two of you stopping at a crosswalk. You looked every way you could, making sure there were no cars. When there weren’t any, you two continued walking.

“I’ll be there. Should I bring anything?” You asked, linking your arm with Jeonghan’s to make sure he doesn’t fall behind.

“Just yourself.”

You walked him to his house to ensure his safety. Before he unlocked the front door, he kissed your forehead, having assumed you were going to leave.

“See you later?” He winked.

You nodded, kissing him back, only this time it was on his lips.

You panicked, the party had completely threw off your plan. You were trudging through what you would call a new ‘loop event’.

“Don’t go.” You murmured, your heart feeling heavy in your chest as you spoke. Jeonghan tilted his head in confusion.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I mean…” you weren’t sure what you meant. Even if you did, you never knew how to improvise context on the spot.

“I know what you mean.” Jeonghan smiled sadly, his hand on your shoulder.

“I’m not leaving forever. I promise to come back for you and the guys- I love you.”

You teared up, eventually letting some fall, the brisk autumn air blew against your cheeks making your tears feel ice cold.

“I love you too.”

You took a step backwards, revising your plan in your head, somehow. You went through every possibility there was.

You were going to save him this time, no matter what.

Jeonghan waved to you before he had shut the door. You wished you had asked to stay over, but knowing him, he probably had plan to finish up any last minute homework due or talk to the guys to make sure they were still coming tonight.

You turned away and walked towards your apartment. The streets were eerily quiet as there hadn’t been a car in sight- only parked ones.

You unlocked your apartment door, entering and immediately walking to your bedroom to scream into the first pillow you picked up.

You spent the next few hours obsessively checking your phone to make sure no one had tried to call or message you about Jeonghan.

All the worry you felt made you regret not asking to stay over all the more. You stared at the lock screen featuring you and Jeonghan together than had been snapped by Joshua.

“I’m going to save you this time.” You mumbled, watching the time.

You left your apartment a few minutes early, racing towards Jeonghan’s house before the party started. You had hoped nothing had happened between the time you had left him and now.

You jogged up to his doorstep, checking the time right as it hit exactly at seven.

When you knocked, you hoped Jeonghan would answer, but instead, it was Mingyu who had answered.

“Oh, Hey, Mingyu.”

“Hello to you too.” He joked, noticing your slight disappointment.

“Sorry, I’m happy to see you,” You apologized, “I just haven’t heard from Jeonghan since this morning.”

“I know, I know.” He laughed, letting you in. “Jeonghan is in the kitchen with Seungcheol and Chan.”

“Thank you, so much!” You gave Mingyu a quick hug before lightly jogging towards Jeonghan’s kitchen.

Coming closer, you heard their laughter, confirming who Mingyu had said was in the kitchen with Jeonghan.

“Oh! Speak of the devil!” Seungcheol grinned as you came into view.

“Speak of the devil?” You nervously chuckled. Jeonghan waved Seungcheol off, shaking his head.

“We were talking about you, how you got that promotion!” Jeonghan smiled proudly, wrapping his arms around your when you had gotten close enough.

“And he mentioned how you seemed anxious about something.” Chan input, earning a nudge from Seungcheol.

“Anxious?” You froze, never have been confronted before. At least not within the loop.

“I’m not… I wasn’t! I was just…” You paused, not knowing what to say.

Jeonghan sighed, “it’s okay. Let’s talk about something else.”

“I wasn’t anxious… Just had a bad morning.” You mumbled, trying to calm yourself before you accidentally drove Jeonghan away- Again.

“It’s fine! Really. Chan,” Jeonghan shot a glare at him. “Do you mind helping Seokmin set up the drinks?”

Chan sheepishly nodded, hurrying off into the living room. Seungcheol walked away after him, patting you on the back on his way out.

Jeonghan waited until they were completely out of sight before speaking.

“What’s really wrong?” Jeonghan asked. You were silent for a moment, still not sure what to say to him without the same thing happening over and over again.

“Is it because I’m leaving?”

You shook your head, but the tears leaking out of your eyes said otherwise. He frowned, pulling you into a hug.

“You can leave,” You pulled yourself back, wiping your eyes. “But you can’t leave your house until tomorrow.”

“What?” He asked, dumbfounded as his arms dropped to his side.

“Promise me you won’t leave your house tonight. Not to the store or the gas station or… Don’t even walk me home.” Your voice shook with each word as you tried so desperately not to break down.

Jeonghan only stared at you in confusion and hurt, failing to understand what you really meant.

“Did I do something wrong? Please tell me.”

“No!” You blurted, your hands flying to your cheek to wipe away the tears that had fallen. “Promise me.”

“Why? What are you talking about?”

“Jeonghan,” You pleaded. “Promise me you won’t leave this house anywhere until tomorrow.”

“Fine, I promise! But tell me why.” He crossed his arms, a stern expression on his face.

“Tomorrow. I will explain tomorrow. Just please keep your promise.” You held back your tears further, feeling somewhat relieved he actually accepted your promise.

“Let’s enjoy the party. Please.” You tried to mend the tension. Jeonghan silently agreed, still confused yet concerned.

But he didn’t ask any further and walked out of the kitchen with you following behind him.

You tried your best to enjoy the party, as you had suggested. Jeonghan was.

You were happy about that, that your conversation with him hadn’t completely spoiled the mood.

He deserved a nice going away party.

You tried not to be the ‘party pooper’ but you felt more and more anxious as the time ticked on.

Soon it was eight. Then nine.

And at ten, you realized that this had been the longest he had made it through a time loop.

You allowed yourself to finally breathe, smiling happily realizing you had managed to break the loop and you almost couldn’t wait to run back to your apartment and tell everyone on the time traveler’s forum that they were wrong.

You can save someone in a time loop.

And you did.

“Alright! It’s time to wrap this up!” Jeonghan announced, raising his glass in the air. Everyone followed his gesture, raising theirs as well.

You raised yours up with them, earning a smile from Jeonghan.

“You better not forget about us!” Jun joked, drunkenly laughing. Jeonghan opened his arms for a group hug.

You were the only one not in on the hug, watching on with a smile. You wanted to cry, only this time, you were happy. Finally happy with the end result.

No more heartbreak- for now, no more driving yourself crazy trying to figure out a way to save Jeonghan, no more people telling you you couldn’t save him.

You wouldn’t be able to tell anyone in person about the whole experience either. Not even Jeonghan- He wouldn’t understand. He hasn’t.

The only other time traveler’s were either passed away or inactive on the forums as they have ‘retired’ with turning back the clock- or forward.

Yet you still couldn’t wait to tell them they were wrong.

“Come in! There’s room!”

They all invited you into the hug, gradually letting you to where Jeonghan was and soon your arms around wrapped around him and only him.

“Thank you guys for coming.” Jeonghan spoke. Everyone started to slowly peel off, grabbing anything they had brought with them.

By the time they started leaving, you had barely let Jeonghan go. Smiling up at him.

“Please remember your promise.” You reminded him. His smiled slightly faded, but he nodded.

“I love you.” You said it first this time.

“I love you too.”

You walked towards the door opening it after Chan had shut the door behind him, not realizing you were leaving as well.

“Get home safe.” Jeonghan spoke up, stopping you in your tracks. You nodded, “I will call you when I get home.”

You left the house, crossing the street after waiting for a few cars to pass.

You had made it to the next crosswalk before you heard fast footsteps behind you.

“Wait!” Jeonghan panted, running behind you. You widened your eyes, turning to face him after getting halfway across the street.

“You left your phone!” He passed you your phone, catching his breath.

“Jeonghan!”

“I know! But you can’t call me if you don’t have your phone!” He collected himself, the two of you stood in the middle of the street.

“Thank you, but you need to get back home! It’s not safe!” You checked the time, seeing it wasn’t midnight yet.

“What do you mean?” He asked, taking a step back to prepare his walk back home. You shook your head.

“Tomorrow! I’ll tell you tomorrow!”

You snapped your head towards the loud horn that honked at you two, the bright headlights staring you and Jeonghan down.

Your heart dropped, the sinking feeling as you realized maybe the forums were right after all.

You were going to save him.

With only a second to act, you ran and pushed Jeonghan hard enough to where he had stumbled and fell onto the sidewalk, where it was safe.

You, on the other hand, had been violently hit as the car had been speeding. You were in the air for a moment and on the road the next, unable to feel anything other than every part of your body aching painfully.

The car screeched to a halt and both the driver and Jeonghan were in shock, running to your side to see if you were alright.

“Call an ambulance!” Jeonghan yelled, hovering his hands over you in an attempt to figure out what he needed to do to help you.

You couldn’t breathe, your body was in blinding pain- You assumed you had multiple broken bones, even your head was in this terrible searing pain.

On top of that, your hair felt wet- which you were certain was because you were bleeding.

Jeonghan began to cry as you were more and more unresponsive to his pleas and words.

The driver was even panicking over the phone, which angered Jeonghan deep down. Why were they driving so fast at night?

You were so close.

But you saved Jeonghan, finally.

Jeonghan had rode in the ambulance with you but wasn’t allowed in the emergency room with you due to your condition.

He paced the hospital waiting area, glancing at the guys as they arrived.

“What the hell happened?” Seungcheol asked immediately. Jeonghan broke down into tears again, Seungcheol hugged him in an attempt to comfort him.

You weren’t going to make it. The lead doctor told Jeonghan this.

You had lost too much blood. Hit your head too hard on the road, your lungs were punctured by the fractured bones you received from the inital impact.

“Oh no…” Seungkwan covered his mouth, hearing Jeonghan speak about what happened.

You weren’t going to survive this. The injuries you sustained, you weren’t going to make it through to the morning.

You were okay with that.

Jeonghan entered your apartment after you had passed away to clean it out and take anything important to you to deliver them to your family later on.

He started with the kitchen, then the living room, the bathroom, and eventually he got to your bedroom.

He felt the air thickening around him as he forced himself to open the door.

Immediately, he had teared up again, as if he hadn’t cried enough already.

Everything reminded him of you. After all, it was your room.

“I miss you.”

He sat on your bed, hugging one of your pillows tightly, tears streaming down his face.

He heard a notification sound coming from your laptop, feeling compelled to check it. He furrowed his eyebrows, seeing as you had multiple tabs open.

All of them had to do with time travel.

‘Is it possible to save someone from dying using a time loop?’

Jeonghan read more and more about what you were reading. The more he read, the more he understood what you meant.

These searches were about him.

Jeonghan felt chills running down his spine as he continued to read.

‘It is not possible to save someone from death in this situation. It’s either one or the other.’

The tab that had sent out the initial notification had went off again. Jeonghan opened that tab, opening up on a chat long between you and probably the only active forum user.

- Sorry about your boyfriend.

- I’m going to save him this time.

- Good luck. Doesn’t always work like that.

- Always? So there is a chance.

Jeonghan wiped his face, scrolling down further into the newer messages.

- Did it work? I didn’t feel the electricity this morning.

- If it worked, let me know. I would like to save my mom.

Jeonghan clicked on another tab that he hadn’t previously viewed.

This time, it had instructions on how to create the time loop for beginners to advanced time travelers.

Jeonghan looked over at the clock you had beside your bed, picking it up and reading the beginner instructions.

He emailed himself the website and left to his house, taking the clock with him, leaving the boxes of stuff belonging to you in the living room.

As soon as he made it to his house, he immediately went to his bedroom, pulling up the site on his phone, reading over the instructions multiple times before he felt confident he knew what to do.

Turning the clock to exactly 24 hours before, he set the clock down and fell asleep, hopeful and determined to save you.

“Did I wake you?”

Jeonghan felt the tears streaming down his face, but he kept it concealed in his voice after hearing your voice over the phone.

“No.”

“Why do you sound like you’re crying?”

“I’m not! Just had a bad dream.” He answered, technically telling you the truth. Your death felt like a bad dream to him, hearing your voice again since then.

“Aw! I’ll go get you. We can have breakfast together.”

Jeonghan covered his mouth, crying harder as he tried to conceal it. He tried to hold himself together so he wouldn’t worry you any further.

“I’d love that.”

You lightly laughed, wind and cars passing by in the background were heard as well. “good. I’m already on the way.”

Jeonghan finally stopped crying, knowing he would save you as you saved him.

If he didn’t save you before the night ended?

He would try again.

And again.

And eventually, he would save you.

#pls pls pls don’t hate me for this lol #seventeen fanfic #seventeen au #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen jeonghan #seventeen jeonghan imagines #seventeen jeonghan x reader

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