Ancientseeker - Seeker

Call Me Up Again - pt. 2 Mike Schmidt x Reader

Part two of All Too Well Angst!!! So much angst everyone I've decided to turn this into a miniseries, this post being the second part. I'll continue to link chapters as I post them This is also being updated on ao3 (cough cough) No warnings this time 1.9k words

Snowflakes fall silently, coating everything around them in a white dust. The wind blows with a crisp chill, nipping at all the rose-pink noses. It sends shivers down the backs of those who dare be out in this weather. The pumpkins and fake graveyard decor that had once littered every home’s front yard has long since been swapped for tinsel garlands and pine wreaths.

The Schmidt residence beams with colored string lights and holiday music. A tall, sturdy evergreen sits patiently by the window. Its branches are decorated with years worth of homemade ornaments, ranging in all size and age from both Mike and Abby. The red skirt beneath it falls relatively empty of presents, only donning the few small ones Mike could afford to buy this year. They’re wrapped pathetically in an old birthday paper, the only wrapping Mike could find to reuse.

Usually, the tree is so full that he’s had to store things in his closet, but that was when you were still a part of their Christmas. Stockings hung happily above the fireplace and a love so innocent it wraps the house in a warm glow. However, it’s void of that feeling now, instead Mike is left to pick up the pieces that you once fit together. Abby doesn’t understand why you don’t come over anymore, or why Mike has been so quiet lately. All she knows is that something went wrong, and now everyone is upset. She’s stopped bringing up your name in conversation when talking to Mike, because it always ends with him withdrawn and retreating to the solidarity of his room.

That didn’t stop her from drawing you, though. Sometimes she’d sit at her desk, tears collecting in the well of her eyes, and doodle old memories of the three of you. She remembers them being happy, but by the time the crayons were set aside and the picture was finished, it was a glum mess of dark blues and frowning faces.

After a drawing is finished she’d slip past Mike’s room, quietly tiptoeing out the front door, and make a break for the house across the street. Your house. She’d work fast, her feet carrying her quickly to and fro. It was unclear from her perspective whether you paid attention to what she’d give you, but by the time she slipped a new piece of paper underneath your door, the old one she had gifted you was gone.

Mike was unaware of it all.

He had found a new job in town where he could bury all his thoughts. It was working construction for a local contractor, a job that certainly wasn’t ideal but it paid better than what he’d been used to. Unfortunately, it required longer hours and ate up all his free time, meaning Abby needed a new babysitter. A job that was once happily filled by your company, now replaced with an afterschool program suggested to him from a flyer he found at work. He hated the thought of her sitting in essentially another classroom, surrounded by strangers and snotty kids, but it was his only option left.

With a third of his paycheck dedicated to it, Abby now spends her weekdays at the nearby YMCA.

The first time he told her about the new program didn’t go over very well. He remembers it clearly.

“Abby please,” his irritated voice interrupts her incessant protesting, “listen, it’s the only place that can watch you.”

“No it’s not!” She yelled at him, her finger pointing to your house across the street, “I want her back!”

A pang of guilt struck his chest at her words. The lack of your presence has clearly been taking a toll on the both of them, but it’s the first time Abby’s ever been so vocal about it. He crossed his arms with a sigh, watching his little sister stare up at him with solemn eyes. Her lip quivering ever so slightly, evident that she’s holding back tears.

He crouches down to her level, just like he had done to you so many nights ago, “I’m sorry,” he pleaded with her, “but she’s not coming back right now.”

Her head shook with disbelief, stubbornly stuck in her spot, “Then make her come back.”

–

You’re not sure when the Mike shaped hole in your heart stopped aching, but it’s significantly less sore compared to a fresh wound. That’s not to say the constant reminder of him and Abby living across the street from you doesn’t sting. It’s hard enough to ignore all his calls, but trying to get to your car while avoiding his gaze is even worse. Eventually, he gave up on contacting you by the third month of radio silence. It hurt both of you, but you knew deep down neither of you could continue functioning like how you were.

The back and forth pull of his affection took too big of a toll on your mental well being. You can remember every moment down to the exact detail of how much you craved for him to just do something, anything.

All those times you held him in your soft embrace whispering sweet nothings in his ear, reassuring him everything will be okay, just for him to turn around the next day and never bring it up again. Or when you’d run your warm fingers through his hair to calm him down after a panic attack, and he’d let his head rest in your lap. Words of affection dripping off his lips like a rich honey, warming you up from the inside out. Then he’d disappear for a while, claiming he needed some space to figure stuff out, all the while you’d beg and plead for him to tell you what’s on his mind, only for him to give you nothing back.You stood by him regardless though, keeping a silent promise that you’d always be there for him when he needed it, a love that was never reciprocated back.

A long sigh escapes from you, eying the new delivery that just appeared by your door. You shuffle towards it weakly, unsure if you really wanted to torture yourself by looking at it. It’s one of those things that curiosity will drive you to do, unable to ignore it like a pedestrian passing by a car crash. The paper crinkles under your touch, unfolding it reveals the familiar childlike style of Abby’s drawings. A man drawn in green crayon frowns up at you, holding hands with an equally sad looking child. Your gaze drifts over to the other side of the paper, highlighting a person relatively similar to you standing alone with their arms crossed, angry. Your heart hurts at the sight of it, knowing that Abby is implying that you’re angry at the two of them. You shake your head quickly, trying to evade any tears that threaten to spill. It’s not fair for Abby to be caught in the middle of whatever is going on between you and Mike, and you realize that.

The sound of your phone ringing breaks your train of thought, and when you check the caller ID your breath hitches. Standing in the middle of your living room frozen with indecisiveness, you stare at the screen while chewing on the bottom of your lip. Without thinking, you accept the call.

“Hello?”

There’s a sound on the other end of the line, somewhere in between a choke and a gasp, and then your name is mumbled out in disbelief.

“I didn’t think you’d actually pick up…” Mike’s voice is still a little startled, mimicking the internal panic in your chest.

You suck in a deep, steady breath before answering, “Yeah, I didn’t think so either.” There’s a slight pause from both of you, unsure how to continue the conversation. It’s felt like years since you last heard his voice.

“Are you…doing okay?”

“...Yeah.” Your answer is unconvincing, but Mike doesn’t have any ground to be able to question it. So it’s left like that, timidly dangling in the air between you both.

You hear shuffling in the background, and a smaller voice asking a question before he dismisses it. Your heart lurches thinking about how Abby is there, trying to figure out who her older brother might be on the phone with. It almost makes your cool demeanor crack, urging you back into your savior complex.

“Uh, sorry about that,” your phone crackles back to life, “anyways, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Oh okay.”

“Can you,” he stops, leaving you on edge, “meet me somewhere?”

The lack of response from you causes him to start rambling, going on about how it would be better to talk in person, and how it would be easier if you could see each other’s expressions. Soon afterwards, a string of apologies ensue, and you pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration.

“Okay Mike. Promise me this will be worth it.”

“I promise.”

–

A young waitress stares nervously at your booth. Orders continually piling up, hungry customers giving her rude looks whenever she ignores their impatient huffs. It’s been a good thirty minutes since you first showed, and she’s checked up on you at least a handful of times by now. Mike had suggested this little diner down the street from your house, and you agreed to meet here.

However, it seems like you’re the only one who showed up.

Your back is pressed against the uncomfortable foam board of your seat, a leg bobbing rapidly out of habit. You pick at the pills on your sweatshirt sleeve, trying to avert your gaze from the sympathetic waitress. Prior to your predicament, she had asked if you were dining alone, and you told her no. However, It’s starting to look like you just might be. With anger bubbling inside of you, a voice in the back of your head is saying you should have seen this coming. It’s so typical of Mike to make promises that he’s unwilling to keep.

The air smells like grease, mostly from the old fryers sitting in the back of the kitchen. Oil bubbling and brooding in their tanks, waiting for someone to drop a morsel of food so it could shrivel in the scalding lard. Stomach stirring with disgust, a wave of nausea washes over you. It’s unclear exactly what’s causing it, you’d like to give credit to the sleazy restaurant, but something deep down points to the lack of a certain person’s company.

You keep your attention trained on the dwindling heat of your coffee. Both corners of your mouth scrunch downwards at the smooth ceramic now held in your cold hands. When did watching a cup of coffee become so interesting?

“Would you like some more?” The sweet but timid waitress asks you, now back at her spot beside your table.

A joyless smile flashes across your face, a futile attempt at masking your dejection. Pushing the cup forward, silently accepting a fresh refill from her kettle.

“He’s not worth it.” She adds, tipping off your mug. Her eyes refuse to meet yours as she does so, and you are thankful for that fact.

“No,” you respond back, “he never is, I guess.” Your voice is shaky, as are the hands that are folded in your lap.

Mike is not worth the years of being hurt and pushed away. Not worth the tears that fall after coming home from a night spent at his house, inconsolably sobbing because you know no matter what you do it leads back to the same thing. To give up all your time, love, and patience just to receive nothing in exchange.

It’s not worth the unrequited love.

“Can I have the check please?” You ask quietly, still avoiding the gaze of the girl next you.

Her head shakes with pity, fingers wrapping around the arm of the kettle, “it’s on the house.”

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ancientseeker

1 year ago

pocket-sized

percy hynes white x short! reader

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mentions of: height? idk let me know if you find any!

synopsis: percy liked that you are shorter than him

i’m no longer writing for him so plz no hate!!!!

12 inches. a whole foot shorter. you were 5”2 and Percy was 6”2. he liked how he could tower you. he liked the way you would have to look up at him. he especially appreciated when it was sunny outside because you would have to look up and the sun would catch your eyes making you scrunch your face. he also enjoyed how your hands would be wayyyy smaller than his. but out of all these things, his favorite thing about how short you were was putting his head on top of yours and wrapping his hands around your waist.

You and Percy have been dating for a year. you bumped into him in a pharmacy, trying to develop your film. Percy was waiting next to you holding his camera and you with yours.

“you take pictures” he tries to start a conversation with a girl he found attractive

“yeah, just started with this, I have an actual camera,” you say smiling weakly

“I think you should keep using a disposable camera so we could bump into one another more often,” he says trying to secure a date with you

“or you could just ask for my number” a date you wanted

“would Instagram be included in that bundle” he tried to stalk you, he tried to find out who you were as a person

“or maybe on the other hand I actually don’t have a number” you try to joke

“no don’t be like that” he’s a little flustered now

a few days later after that interaction, you were on a date. after that date led to more dates than asking for you to be his officially. it was nice to have someone to call yours and be excited to hang out with whenever possible.

—-

“ready to head out,” Percy says wrapping his hands around your waist as you’re putting on the final touches of your makeup and hair

“yeah, one second,” you say putting on some perfume that Percy got you during his time in Romania. it was vanilla-scented. your favorite

you were ready to go out on your date. the date was a dinner and you wanted to bet Percy that he was going to move your seat next to his to be able to sit next to you.

right, when you were seated across from each other Percy gets up and moves his chair in the middle asking you to do the same and you did. the thing is that you thought that the distance between the two of you was perfect, but in Percy's eyes he thought differently, he scooted your chair so his practically touched. the whole night after was him with his arm around your shoulder or his hand lying on your thigh.

—-

during car rides, Percy likes to put his hand on your lap. squeezing it and making his fingers dance around. when it was summer he liked how you would dangle your head out the window. how your hair would dance in the wind.

he also liked how in the winter you would bundle up and wear his hoodies because they were so warm but you secretly liked the smell of them. he liked that you would wear the hood and sit on the car seat with yours legs held to your chest because you were so cold.

—-

he never cared about the arts really until he met you. he liked being able to take pictures of you in his bed in a small form but never liked actually making the art. he never learned from the lessons that Netflix made him do.

he liked how you would look when putting your head on his bicep. while you would observe the art. he would have you wrapped around his arms. his head on top of yours. you would talk about all the details of the painting and he would listen nodding and humming in amusement.

one thing the two of you had in common was liking films. every Tuesday heading to the closest AMC theatre. you would watch films and analyze them together afterward.

the theatre had reclining seats and you could move the middle cup holder up so the both of you could cuddle together. and that’s what you did.

every film no matters if it was scary or not you would lie on his chest while he wrapped his arms around you. (the same way you both slept) you liked the way his heart would beat speed up when he would look down on you. you could tell because his head would move around. and you could tell his shit-eating grin was on his face once again.

of course, afterward, you would talk about the film going back to your shared place. he would laugh at your theories of the film. he would play your theories in his head on the way to sleep and they would always make sense.

—-

he also liked baking with you. he liked how you would move around a lot and get the batter on your face somehow. he liked that you had your hair back in a messy style and would have an apron on. sleeves rolled up ready to take on whatever you were doing

“perc! I need your help” you yelled and saw him resting his body on the wall that splits your living room from the kitchen

“what do you need my highness” he bows down

“I need you to get me the pink bowl on the top right cabinet” you point to the thing causing your pissed-off state.

you never understood why he never got you a stool. maybe he liked being of help and being able to be in your bubble while you bake. because he never once got in the way of your work.

he never once let you put the pan into the oven because he was scared you would burn yourself. which never happened when you were on your own.

“why can’t I do it,” you ask feeling like all the work he has done

“don’t want you to get burnt,” he says opening the oven and putting in the pan

“there are mittens for a reason, y’know they aren’t decorations”

“but you look so pretty all healthy and smooth,” he says getting the brown batter from your nose and licking his finger clean

he liked cleaning up with you. playing with bubbles and splashing you with water. he grew in love with your face, he grew to be able to read your facial expressions. enough being said he could read how pissed you were but he knew to not mess around anymore.

waiting for the pastry was enjoyable. he liked waiting on the couch with you. you were in between his legs and your head rested on his chest. you would scroll on your phone and Percy would watch. when the pastry was ready you both would always burn yourselves it was like you never learned. and you would both laugh at each other. but it was enjoyable and you both would finish it in a day.

—-

the get-together was at his place. it was strictly just the cast. they slowly started to pile in through the door. he was excited to be reunited with them. he found the friends that he loved. and you were happy for him. as he greeted everyone he was ready to sit down on the couch and you were close behind. he was holding your hand guiding you to your seat.

another thing Percy was extremely mad about was you sitting on his lap. no matter if there was plenty of space everywhere else. he loved sitting with you. he especially did this when you were laying on the couch watching some TikToks and he would make you get up and lay on top of him. it would make you go crazy and not in a good way. but it made him happy so you let it slide.

“so how long have you two dated” hunter asked

“About two years,” Percy says playing with your hair. twisting it and fiddling with it between his two fingers

Emma was trying to get your attention. she thought you were interesting. she liked the way you probably have a lot to say but just keep to yourself. she knew deep down you were funny because well you were dating Percy.

“what’s something that Percy has done here that no one else knows about,” Emma asks looking directly at you. you start laughing at the thought

“no-“ Percy says trying to hold you from saying it

“he…he sings t swift when he’s bored” Percy tried to cover your mouth before you finished the sentence, but it was too late because what you said was out and everyone was laughing

“so- uh- so who wants to play uno” Percy says trying to move the conversation

wanting to get the Uno cards that were under the coffee table. in a red tin box that once contained chocolates, Percy got you for valentines day. once you got it you were walking to his kitchen. all the seats were taken and Percy put you on his lap. he shuffled the cards and something about that no matter who did it, was attractive. Percy however liked the way your hands made the Uno cards look humongous while he made them look tiny.

“Are you both teaming?” Jenna asked

“should we” Percy whispers in your ear sending butterflies straight to your stomach

“Sure,” you say kissing his cheek and everyone started teaming up.

halfway through the game, Percy has half the deck with him.

“I should've never teamed with you” you laugh at just seeing the cards

“I’ll make us win don’t worry” he had his eyes wide like he was determined. and that he was because he always kept his promises to you.

and by the end of the night you both did. he liked the way your eyes would sparkle with joy that only lit up with winning. how you would wrap your hands around him and laugh.

—-

one thing Percy hated was high heels. it was like they were enemies. you never understood it. it wasn’t like you would get whiny about the heels hurting you. in fact it was the opposite. you would run dance jump all of it and all Percy’s face was saying is how much he hated those things giving you height.

he liked that you would have to tip-toe for him but those were easy access they took one of his favorite things about you. and if he could he would destroy them all.

he liked that at the end of the day, you would dress in his clothes to go to bed. it was practically a nightgown for you. he liked how you would clean your face and make sure you felt clean. he liked the way you would be ready to go to bed and not even act like you didn’t want to be by him. because you did you wanted him to wrap his arms around you because it is reassuring and comforting. and wake up in that same form in the morning.

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ancientseeker

2 weeks ago

𝙲𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙲𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜

Tags: fluff, cute shit Cove does, ooc cove slightly?

Synopsis: basically, Cove doing things that gets you flustered and fall in love with him deeper

Word Count: 1073

Characters: Cove x GN! Reader

Leaning over and buckling your seatbelt

▸Cove huffs whenever you forget to buckle yourself in. Of course, he’s not upset, in fact he loves leaning over and doing it for you. Totally not using that as a reason to steal a smooch from you.

▸He also cares about safety; anything can happen, and he doesn’t want to see you hurt. Like what if a helicopter suddenly falls on top of your car? Or what if he breaks too hard and you fly out the window??

▸He always makes sure you’re buckled in first before he does so himself and starts the car. Even if you’re in a rush. Safety first!

▸And he totally doesn’t grumble in displeasure whenever you beat him in buckling your seatbelt first.

“I wanted to buckle you in… what? I didn’t say anything?”

Zipping up your jacket

▸Whenever you both decide to go out whenever it’s cold, you always toss on a jacket and not zip it up. Cove will and aways zip it up for you, not caring of your whining.

▸He doesn’t want you to get sick! If you do, he won’t be able to kiss you until you feel better and even though he has good patience, he doesn’t want to wait too long.

▸And once he reaches the maximum level, he just dives in and smothers you in kisses despite your protests, next thing you know, you’re both sick.

▸But hey! What’s a better time to spend with your partner than being sick together? He doesn’t care if he misses work, he’s happy enough to spend this time with you.

▸Unfortunately, you can’t be angry with him for too long because look at that face! He’s really sorry but he’ll make it up to you once you both get better.

“I’m sorry (Name) for not listening... But at least we get to be sick together!”

Holding your hand before crossing the street

▸Again, a safety thing, but he loves holding your hand and uses this as an excuse to hold yours. And to show off to others that ‘hey look! we’re holding hands so that means we’re dating! so back off!’. Especially in front of the cars you’re walking past, Cove giving the poor drivers a scare from his intense staring.

▸Y'know that one Tik Tok audio clip from Chowder that basically goes like “Hold my hand NOW”. Yeah, that’s Cove, but he would never yell or use force on you to hold his hand. He instead pouts and gives you the puppy look so you can hold his hand. Which you do because he looks adorable.

▸Always, without missing a beat, always kisses your hand. He loves bringing up your intertwined hands to his lips and plant a kiss, letting his lips linger for a bit before bringing your hands down and swinging them gently, a skip in his step.

▸The warmth seeping from your palms brings Cove a sense of calmness. Just being near you calms his mind from any negative thoughts that spring up randomly.

“Oh, we’re about to cross the street, (Name)! Hold my hand before we cross!”

Tying your shoes

▸Sometimes we leave the house in a rush and forget the most important thing. Tying our shoes! But with our trusty boyfriend, Cove, he always does it for you! He would stop you, kneel down and tap his knee, signaling you to put your foot on it so he could tie your shoes properly.

▸He always checks if you tie your shoes or not. Cove doesn’t want you to trip and fall for other people. See what I did there?? No? Okay anyway if you do fall for some reason, he’ll be there to sweep you off your feet.

▸Whenever he finishes tying your shoes, Cove would stand back up and look into your eyes with a shiny smile. You question him and he points at his cheek, blue eyes shining even brighter.

▸He wants a reward from saving you from any falls you could’ve had in the future! Cove wants a kiss. From you. Either on the lips or cheek, he’s not a picky person.

“Here, let me tie your shoes for you.”

Always offering you food

▸Even though Cove loves shoving food in his mouth and swallowing it in one go, he never forgets to offer you some. Doesn’t matter if the snack is small and it’s not enough to feed two people, Cove will walk over and ask if you want a bite.

▸If you offer him food, he’ll be floored and open his mouth as you spoon feed him your meal. He’ll be happy with whatever you feed him a tiny crumb, a vegetable he doesn’t like, reluctantly, he’ll eat that.

▸Drinks! Drinks are included in the equation.

▸Even though Cove wants to sip on the refreshing slurpy, he will make sure you have the first zip without fail.

▸Cove blushes at the thought of the indirect kiss whenever you put your lips on any of his utensils he eats with. Even though y’all are already dating. He still gets flutters from you.

“Want a bite, (Name)?”

Forehead goodbye kisses

▸Whenever you or Cove are running late or have to leave for a few hours, Cove will pull you towards him and plant a kiss on your forehead.

▸Has become a routine for you both to never leave without you receiving Cove’s kiss before heading out to work. Honestly, it’s the best way to start off the day and he hopes that it never changes.

▸But when you’re in a rush, you sometimes forget to receive that kiss and that brings down Cove’s morning. He pouts and waits for you to return so you can pepper your face with kisses to make up for the one you missed in the morning.

▸You’re sorry but you can’t complain from the kiss onslaught so it’s a win-win

“Oh, you’re leaving right now? Let me kiss your forehead!”

“I miss you...” texts throughout the day

▸This kinda goes with the ‘goodbye kisses’

▸Cove texts you throughout the day that he misses you. He sends one not even a minute of you leaving the house you both lived in.

▸He’ll send a text saying that he ‘craves to cuddle you’ when you leave to take a shit.

▸It’s really cute until he starts spamming you while you’re in a meeting, your embarrassed face sputtering out apologies towards your workers.

“Heyy, i miss u :(“

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A/N: Heyy ya'll I got another one for you hehe but I kinda rushed at the end because its late and im tired

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ancientseeker

2 years ago

I am Nasu Suketaka Yoichi's voice in Romanian. I can confirm how little screen time he actually has :(

Being a simp for a character that doesn't get enough screen time is being like "AAAAAA ANOTHER CHARACTER MENTIONED THEM/SAID THEIR NAME YAAAAAAAAY"

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ancientseeker

3 years ago

Hi bestie! You’re awesome! Can you do a Jack Frost and Fem! Reader where Jack saves her from Pitch and they find out she’s actually a really powerful guardian but she doesn’t know it?

Yes, of course! Absolutely! And this is indeed a very good idea so thank you, dear bestie! //hopefully I don't mess things up since this is my first serious post on this app--- HERE WE GO!!//

Jack Frost x Fem!reader

Hi Bestie! You’re Awesome! Can You Do A Jack Frost And Fem! Reader Where Jack Saves Her From Pitch

warnings: angst, mentions of death, sad fluff

wordcound: 2.490

A/N: Hello, seekers! As I've mentioned, it's my first time posting on here so I really hope you enjoy!! And if you do, please share/interact, it will help a small writer like me grow. Love y'all!

Troublemaker

The moon shone brighter than ever that night. The night when Y/N found herself into the dark woods having no idea how she even got there. She was walking around, observing her surroundings, wondering where she even was and why was she there. Everything was dark, but after a while she got used to it. As she kept walking she realized her body wasn’t feeling right. Something was changed about her. The girl looked to her right, only to find an empty part of the forest, right inside its heart. There were fewer trees there, and she felt drawn to it. It was like a spell that took a toll on her mind and body alike.

“Where.. what is this? Where am I?” Y/N peeked through the dead twigs of the still-standing trees. “This part of the forest looks like it was burned to the ground! But what or—who would even do that?” The girl couldn’t help but gasp in fear as she heard an actual response to all of her questions.

“This forest was cursed by me…” a low whisper tickled her ears, but when she turned around, no one was actually there. “Your questions shall be answered… soon…”

Looking around once again, the girl finds herself facing The Moon. A whole moon, a lot bigger than it ever was. It looked magical, almost sacred.

“This is… weird. Who’s there? Can anyone help me? I got lost inside the woods and I am scared!” Step by step, Y/N walked closer and closer towards the empty spot. There the moon – no, The Moon, shone brighter on her than it did before she got there. This time, her questions remained unanswered. Whatever bodyless presence was there, it seems like it had vanished.

The Moon lured her closer and closer to the middle of the area, like it had been trying to tell her something. Y/N was both amazed, stunned and creeped out. Then, she heard the whispers again, but this time, it was.. different. Those new whispers were warmer, seemed safer to listen to and offered a feeling of protection.

“You are trapped here, my child.” The kind voice whispered. “Now I am not powerful enough to get you out of here, but fear not, for you will eventually be freed. I will help you.” It seemed like the one who talked this time was… The Moon? But how? How could a.. moon speak?

A few weeks had passed by, and Y/N was still trapped in the same forest. She felt weirder and weirder. She was neither hungry nor thirsty. She hadn’t slept a minute nor did she feel tired. It was all so strange and new, yet she got used to it so quickly that it made her worry about her own sanity. After all, she WAS physically alone, and the occasional whispers did not help one bit. She began questioning everything, even her own existence. And then, it happened. The shadow. It crossed her path. What kind of shadow is that, if it’s placed in thin air, and not on the ground? Well, she was about to find out.

“Hello.”

One simple word made our heroine go all guards up.

“YOU!”

“Me!”

“I know that voice! Why won’t you leave me alone!? Free me already, I’ve had enough of your scary wannabe games!”

Then the shadow harshly and brutally moved from its spot right in front of her. “MAKE ME!”

And it all went black.

“Where am I?” the girl asked, looking around. She found herself into a very bright place with yellow tendencies. It was as if gold could emanate light.

“Do not be afraid, my child, for I am to help you finally escape and find the truth.” The familiar warm whisper tickled her senses. But this time, the voice had a body. It was as if the person standing in front of her was made out of bright, warm yellow light. Kindness.

“Who are you? I feel like I know you. Aren’t you the one who.. protected me during my stay at the…” Y/N got dizzy, her memories of what happened before she got to the golden place were flooding back to her. ”dark… forest… What is this place actually?” Now, she was curious. And she would take the chance to finally unravel all of these mysteries.

“Others like you used to call me The Man In The Moon.”

“Wait, others like..me? What do you mean?”

“You will soon find out, Y/N. For I’ve always kept my word.” And with that, everything began to vanish around her. “All will be revealed, my child” //yes, it’s been a reference to X-Men: Apocalypse all along thank me later bye//

Moments later, Y/N was finally opening her eyes, and the sight that welcomed her was.. at least hard to believe. Right in front of her, there was a fight. The poor girl recognized one being there – the black shadow – a strange man calling himself Pitch Black. But as mentioned before, it was a fight, so he wasn’t alone. On the other side was a handsome, young looking, white haired boy. He was fighting his hardest to free Y/N from the chains tied all around her thin fragile body. Wait, chains?—

They were fighting and shouting things at eachother. As Y/N struggled to break free, she managed to listen in and learned that the boy fighting for her was Jack Frost. She somehow recognised that name even tho she didn’t remember much from before the cursed forest.

Jack – the boy fighting – seemed to have some sort of weird ice powers since he kept attacking the darker entity with mini blizzards and ice bullets. He kept on throwing… ducking… attacking… until his last bits of power and energy. He tried to come closer and unchain you several times, but all was in vain. Jack was indeed scary-powerful, but this Pitch Black guy was way too much for Jack alone at this point. After a very long fight, Jack finally collapsed onto the ground. Pitch was inches close to stabbing Jack with his solid, poisonous dark sand. But just then, Y/N felt it. It was too soon to be over for him, and she certainly wasn’t going to let him die for her. Not now, not ever. Not when she felt this strong connection to him. Just then, she felt her blood rushing and boiling inside her veins. She could feel this weird, new sensation. Like, some sort of power, covering her whole being, bursting from the inside, demanding to roam free. Then it happened. She burst with unknown power. Her golden light showered the entire forest, and it looked like it burned Pitch Black. Maybe that was the secret, after all! He’s made of dark, while Y/N seemed to have control over the light she was enveloped by inside The Moon. That’s it! She can free herself and win this fight! After all this time, all of the secrets would be revealed to her! She had to give it a try. The girl gained all of the light inside of her and blasted it all out on Pitch Black, who simply melted away, yelling that this wasn’t the last she’s seen of him.

Eventually, Y/N rushed towards Jack’s body, hoping that it wasn’t too late for him. But as she touched him, something weird happened. Not as weird as her previous burst of power, but still strange enough to give her the chills. His whole body lightened with her golden light. Jack coughed, opening his eyes.

“Y/N… What happened to you? Why are you like this?” the winter spirit faintly asked.

“Like this? Like what? And who are you, Jack Frost? Why… Why do I feel like I know you already?” Y/N spoke with an unsure voice.

“That’s because you do know me, ah—.. at least you used to..” Jack’s bright blue eyes showed a flash of hurt as his words sank in. The boy tried to get up in a sitting pose, but was unsuccessful and his sudden dizziness almost made him fall back down. Luckily, he was caught in time by Y/N. “y-yea.. a-anyway… Why did you die..? WHO HURT YOU?! Was it Pitch—“ He quickly got up, but just as fast as he did, he fell right back down.

“WHOA-! Slow down, slow down! On the first hand, take it easy! You’re hurt!” she gently stroke his cheek “On the second hand now…die!? What?? I’m right here, can’t you see!?” she nervously explained.

“You.. you don’t know? Haven’t he told you?”

“He? Who’s he?”

“The Man In The Moon. Haven’t he told you? Wait… don’t tell me. I bet you didn’t even know you had powers up to this point.”

“True… Alright, so explain it to me. Who are you, why do I feel this strong connection to you and what’s happening? Why do you think I am dead?”

“Because so am I.” he sighs. “Since neither of us can walk out of this forest in the state we are right now, I guess we have enough time for me to explain.” The boy explained. “Let’s begin from the start. First off.. we—… Baby tooth? What are you doin— Oh! good fairy! Look, she brought you your teeth!” Jack excitedly announced.

“My… what?”

“Your teeth! Toothiana collects everyone’s teeth, the entire world. They hold the most important memories one has, and she opens these little golden boxes everytime someone needs to remember the most important things.” Jack sits up, this time he manages to maintain a good balance. He then warmly but carefully speaks again. “Y/N, these are your memories. Do you want them?” the snow spirit happily hands the box to her and she stares at it for a while before confidently smiling.

“Yes, Jack. I want to know the truth.” The small fairy then activates the box, and Y/N’s eyes are then filled with flashbacks that feel too real to be fake.

“Jack! Come, quick! I want to ask you something!” Y/N excitedly called for the brown haired boy. His deep, dark, soul consuming eyes wandered to her E/C ones as he came closer to the beautiful girl that was formerly behind him.

“Of course! What is it, princess?” He eagerly awaited for Y/N’s question.

“There you are, Mr. Troublemaker! Come here!” The joy could be seen in her eyes as she was watching him – her all in one best friend and the… -

She notices the hint of adoration that Jack wasn’t even trying to hide anymore as he tightly wrapped his arms around her thin torso, staring right into her E/C eyes.

“Your Troublemaker.” Jack sealed his statement with a sweet, tender kiss.

“My Troublemaker” Y/N mumbles back between small kisses as she was placing them all over his face. Jack couldn’t help but feel excited about what was to come. Y/N’s birthday was in two days and he had the perfect gift for her. “Jack, I wanted to ask you—“

“Can it wait for a bit? I have to show you something!” he excitedly explained, running towards a tree from nearby, grabbing something he had hidden there.

“Sure.. I guess!’’ Jack came back with a pair of ice skates, carefully handing them to Y/N.

“Your birthday is in two days, and I prepared a gift for my princess. These skates are only the first part of it. My father and I made them! Do you like them?” His eyes were flickering with hope and joy.

“Jack.. these are amazing, but you know.. I don’t know how to skate!” the girl replied awkwardly.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll teach you! That’s all part of my birthday plan for you!” Y/N was about to burst with happiness, seeing that her boyfriend carefully thought of everything. And without even thinking too much about it, she rewarded him with a tight, loving hug.

“I was about to ask you if you were up for some time together for my birthday, but it seems like you’re a step ahead of me.”

“Always!” he playfully chuckled, planting a sweet kiss on top of her forehead.

As Y/N’s mind jumped from a flashback into another, the next memory wasn’t just as beautiful as the others she’d just lived once again.

It was Y/N’s birthday. She was eagerly awaiting for her boyfriend to come back from the ice. Since they were not the only one gathered around the frozen lake, he told everyone to wait until he comes back. He went to test the ice, but for some reason, he went in bare foot. A familiar little girl was too excited for her adventure on the lake and she followed him right away. The ice cracked. The little girl froze on place and Jack, the brave hero he was, he did his best and saved her. But at what cost…? Y/N could feel her shattered heart sink in the depth of the frozen lake as she watched the love of her life get swallowed by the thin, cracked ice.

Hours later, his lifeless body was brought to the surface by some men. Y/N’s broken heart cracked even more as she laid over her ice-cold lover. “Oh, my love…” she felt herself trembling and sinking into the scares of losing her mind. “Jack… Jack!-“

“…-JACK!!” Coming back from her flashbacks, she collapsed on her knees, crying her heart out, choking on hard sobs. The winter spirit quickly knelt before her, wrapping her into the tightest embrace, completely enveloping her and trying his best to calm his beloved Y/N down. “Jack… You-.. you died!! You were taken from me 2 years ago…” Y/N slowly returned the embrace. “And I died because a nightmare horse attacked me...!!” She took a few seconds processing everything. After some ear-scratching silence, she spoke as the realization finally sank in. “We were lovers…”

“You remember…” he softly spoke, wiping some tears from her face.

“I remember. And I’ve missed you so much, Jack..!”

“I know.. it’s been hard for everybody especially for you. But I had to save her.. I should have been more careful, tho...” The winter spirit lifted Y/N’s chin up to his level, gazing right through her pure and innocent eyes. “Look, Y/N, I’ve been with you ever since I passed away, protecting you from potential danger. But it seems like I have missed one…” The spirit swallowed hard before continuing. “And for that, I am really sorry. I should have gone searching for you the moment I lost you, but seems like Pitch was one step ahead of me. I really am a troublemaker…” Jack sadly finished. Seeing his tensed state Y/N thought about what’s best to tell Jack to confort him.

“My Troublemaker…” she lovingly whispered. His eyes lit up and sparkled with love.

“Your Troublemaker, forever and ever.” Jack replied, cupping her face into his cold palms, sealing their eternal love with an almost everlasting-like kiss. This was going to be a beautiful night.

cove hearing "i love you" for the first time

pairing: cove holden x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, very emotional!cove, happy crying

hearing an “i love you” from you caught cove completely off guard!

the soft tone in your voice, the gentle look in your eyes and that hint of a smile resting on your lips was just too much for the poor boy!

his cheeks gradually get more and more red, until it's the darkest tone of red you've ever seen on his face!

and while cove opens his mouth and tries to reply something, he can't get any words out! it's like his brain short circuited when you said those words to him…

for a few seconds, he's completely frozen, before suddenly, tears begin to roll down his face!

“s-sorry–! sorry, i–” he manages to stutter out, trying to wipe away his tears, as they keep on rolling

cove doesn't understand why he would cry in a moment like this. he's happy! so why is he crying? he doesn't want you to think that he's upset about what you said!

“i-i love you too…!” he eventually manages to get out between tears, his eyes glued to yours, with a firm and loving look in them. “i've loved you like i've never loved anyone before, nor ever will…”

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