#bro made me sit on the other side of class and for WHAT

[romqnticstylez]

wh y do so many teachers have beef w me and my friends

[solelifauna]

Yandere Batfam & Neglected Reader Prt. 2

Okay, so I didn't realize how much building I was gonna do around (Y/n's) social life so this chapter is honestly about knowing (y/n). Anyways, the next chapter will be from the batfam's pov and focus more on the yandere bits! Hope you enjoy this chapter tho!

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The change started slowly on a normal evening, an evening like every other. It was a football season game day, the big match between the Gotham City High Bats and the Gotham Prep Knights. For the rich prep kids, this was nothing more than another game, but for your school, this game was everything. This would help your school get the recognition and funding it deserves, and allow some students to be scouted and rewarded for their talent.

Not only that, but Gotham Prep always, every season goes to state, beating out all the other public schools in the city. They haven’t lost a game since the early 80s so there was a lot riding on this game. 

Your role, funnily enough, was representing the school as one of the Gotham City High school cheerleaders. Turns out that the gymnastics classes you took before were actually useful for purposes other than trying to impress Dick. You surprisingly took to cheerleading like a fish to water, liking the competitiveness and sense of belonging that came from joining the team. 

Anyways, you, the cheer team, and the football team were on a bus headed towards the bigger, better Gotham Prep football field. The bus was loud with music and schoolmates hyping each other up for the big game. Ethan, a friend of yours on the football team was nervously shaking his leg and squeezing his helmet so hard you thought it would crack.

Both you and your friend Arya noticed.

“Ethan, the game hasn’t even started yet and I already see a crack forming on your helmet.” You said jokingly, a gentle arm on his shoulder.

He startled, “Jesus Christ (Y/n) warn a guy next time.” Ethan spoke, offering a nervous smile.

“You need to stop freaking out bro. When you do, it freaks out the others on the team.” Arya gently said.

“I know, I know but— but there’s just a lot riding on this game. For a lot of us, this is our only way to get out of Gotham, and if we screw up the finals, we’ll be stuck here forever.” Ethan said solemnly, looking around at all his teammates.

“Well then good thing you guys aren’t gonna lose. Y’all have spent two years training to make this comeback, to make sure that Gotham City High finally gets this win. I promise you’ve worked harder than those assholes at Gotham Prep, so just go out there and put your training to use. Don’t let your nerves get to you, you have no reason to.” You calmly said.

“Yeah—yeah, we have trained harder, haven't we? Yeah, you’re right! We've just gotta go out there and play like we've practiced.” Ethan exclaimed, as if suddenly realizing why he should have confidence in himself and his team.

“Exactly!” Arya said, matching his enthusiasm and hitting Ethan playfully on the shoulder. 

The rest of the bus ride to the stadium was louder than ever, the coach and other teammates taking turns to hype up the more nervous members, to get them confident for the field. Everything was about normal once everyone made it to the stadium. The band was set up, and people were flooding the bleachers. It wasn’t until the last ten minutes before the game when normalcy died.

“Hey (Y/n), isn’t that your family?” A girl, Maya, says.

Lo’ and behold, Bruce Wayne and his entire gaggle of children were sitting on the home side of the bleachers, sporting Gotham Prep t-shirts. 

“What—oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. What the hell are they doing here, they don’t even like football like that!?” You shout in frustration.

It was then when you remembered a conversation Dick, Bruce, and Damian had at the dinner table. Something about how it would help Damian out if he started going to school events and games, getting him acclimated to what being a normal teenager was like. That was all fine and dandy, but you didn't think the entire damn family was going to show up. Oh, the gossip columns are gonna have a field day with this. You could already imagine the headlines, “Bruce Wayne openly isolates daughter (Y/n) Wayne” or even, “The Wayne Family once again publicly shows dislike for daughter (Y/n) Wayne.”

You rolled your eyes at the thought, you had bigger things to worry about right now.

“Are you good (Y/n)?” Arya questions softly. 

She was one of the only people who you spoke your sorrows to, one of the only people who actually knows of just how lonely you were. Of course everyone knew that Bruce Wayne and his family didn't really like you very much– thank you Vicky vale– but nobody but Arya and Ethan really understood the crux of your situation. 

“Yeah, I'm all good bro, don't worry about it. Just focus on the game.” You said dismissively. It didn't bother you anymore, sure it hurt a little bit, but this was expected.

“Alright, its time to shake hands with the other team, everyone line up!” the football Coach, Coach Daniels, all but yelled.

You sighed, moving to the front of the line for the cheerleaders; you were team captain after all. Both the football teams and cheerleaders made their way to the center of the field where they met. You looked back at the rest of your team, you all knew that this was going to be an unpleasant interaction, it always was. The Gotham Prep cheer captain walked up to you, disdain and poorly concealed disgust on her face. You all quickly shook hands, trying to get this exhausting ordeal done and over with, but of course the other captain had to open her mouth.

“You lower end city girls sure have your own sense of style.” Darla, which was basically code for calling you and your team sluts. Wow, how original.

“You should see what’s underneath the jacket.” You replied, giving her a sharp smile.

She floundered, clearly expecting her insult to rile you and your team up. 

“Ugh, as expected of Bruce Wayne’s biggest embarrassment. You sad Daddy doesn't like you? Or maybe she’s just glad she gets to mooch off of him before he ends up disowning her.” Another girl pipes up, drawing mind grating giggles from the rest of their team. You recognized her, she was the daughter of some hot-shot CEO.

You just tiredly look back at your team, a few of them getting angry on your behalf while others looked to you in concern. 

“What, not going to say anything?” The other captain haughtily questioned. 

“I mean, what exactly is the response you’re expecting? Yeah, Bruce Wayne doesn't like me, but at least I didn't have to buy my way into the cheer team or have my daddy pay to make sure I wasn't held back.” You stated boredly.

She was silent in shock, right before the anger came bursting through.

“You whore! I’m going to fuck you up, take you to court and sue you!” She shrieked.

“You’re going to sue me? You mean sue Bruce Wayne?” You snorted, “Like that’ll ever happen. And bitch, you couldn’t fight if your life depended on it, so next time you threaten me remember–I can and will beat the ever-loving shit outta you.”

That must have sparked some fear in her because she just turned around and led her team back to their side of the field. You’re sure others noticed your altercation, obviously having no idea what was being said, but it was clear to both sides of the field that nothing good was said. You’re ready to turn back to your side when you accidentally make eye contact with Tim. The cold, calculating look in his eyes has you shifting in discomfort, you quickly look away as the cheer team and football players head back to their respective sides.

The players took their place onto the field while your team got into formation.

“Aright guys, this’s the big one! Give it all you got, just like we practiced!” You yelled.

Just like that, the whistle blew signaling that the game started. 

By the time you reach half time, Gotham Prep is fifteen points ahead of Gotham High. Your school does its low budget halftime performance which pales in comparison to the extravagant Gotham Prep performance. Your side of the stadium grows louder, louder in support of the football team. Before you know it, the boys are lining up for the second half of the game. Thankfully, Gotham High shoots up in points, the score now becoming 34 to 29. The issue is, the game is starting to come to an end with only two minutes on the clock. The crowd is loud, but everyone knows it'll be damn near impossible for Gotham High to win now. The only way to win would be to score a touch-down, which would bring Gotham High to 35 points.

It isn't until the 36 second mark when Ethan sees an opening and makes a run for it with the ball. The crowd is booming, your own voice adding to the mix of cheers and shouts. 

“Come on Ethan! Come on!” You yell, voice undoubtedly hoarse.

There's 5 seconds on the clock when Ethan dives over an opposing player and rolls into the other team's touchdown zone. The score board changes, the numbers now showcasing 34 to 35. Gotham City High with 35. Everyone goes crazy. You and Arya are holding each other jumping up and down. Holy shit, yall won! The football team was celebrating on the field, as they’re announced as the winners, a big trophy being handed into Ethan and his team's hands. And by tradition, you, Arya and the coach go grab the large gatorade barrel and proceed to soak the football team with it. There are yelps and laughs but everyone knows what it means, it means “you’ve won”. You and Arya run up to Ethan launching into him, uncaring of the gatorade now soaking your uniforms. 

It was a good day, a happy day. Everyone started loading up into the buses, starving for the victory dinner at Taco Bell. You honestly, truly forget that the Bats were even here. Shit hits the fan however, when you're in the middle of messing up a chalupa and Bruce Wayne and the rest of his brood walk in, making awkward eye contact with you. You promptly proceed to choke, Arya hitting your back to get you to stop. You do, but holy shit was that embarrassing. Also, what in the ever-loving fuck were they doing here!? 

Before you could voice your utter disbelief, another familiar face barrels into your table. Oh great.

“Hey ladies, how’d you like the game? Betcha I looked good on the field.” The voice of Adrien, a freshman player on the team, made itself known. 

He even made it a point to flex his arm muscles, hoping to impress you and Arya. You both just looked at each other before bursting out laughing. This poor freshman has been trying to get with y'all all year, despite you and Arya being sophomores. His god-awful attempts at flirting were absolutely adorable and downright hilarious. 

“Guys please don't laugh, I promise I have better pick up lines.” he begs, his demeanor that of a kicked puppy.

“I'm sorry man, you're just too adorable, we can't take you seriously.” Arya says amused.

“Why don't you go talk to one of the freshman cheerleaders? I'm sure I heard Hiba and Darla talking about how good you did on the field.” You pipped in.

“No way! Are you serious!? Oh-uh, gotta blast ladies! See ‘ya around!” Adrien stutters, excitedly scrambling off to go find the girls you mentioned.

You and Arya broke off again into a fit of laughter.

“Were you guys teasing Adrien again?” Comes a lighthearted scold from Ethan.

“Not anymore than usual. Plus, I think we finally got him to pursue girls in his own grade.” You responded, a smug smile on your face.

Ethan just chuckled before sitting down with you and Arya. You all talked and laughed some more, your mood only being slightly soured by the Wayne family’s presence at the table across from yours. You did your best to avoid their not-so-casual glances in your direction. Why they were here is a can of worms you had to marinate on later. But for now, you'd just enjoy the rest of your night.

It didn't take long before everyone started getting ready to leave. Some students had their parents come pick them up, probably to go celebrate the school's victory with their families, whilst everyone else was getting ready to load back up into the buses and head to the school where parents would be waiting for their kids. You, however, would be biking back to the manor on your own. Sure both Arya’s and Ethan’s parents had offered you a ride, but you had declined. There was no need for them to go out of their way for you, especially when they should be spending their time celebrating with their children. You’d honestly just ruin the mood with your shitty circumstances.

So as you threw away the last of your trash and started walking to leave the restaurant, you were not expecting to be stopped, let alone stopped by Bruce Wayne. You froze, not knowing what to do. What did he want?

“(Y/n),” He started, voice lacking any tell-tale emotions, “no need to get on the bus, you’ll be riding home with us.”

You noticed immediately how he didn't really give you a choice, just an order meant to be followed. You swallowed nervously, you did not, under any circumstances want to be in a car with any of them.

“There's no need for that Bruce, I–um actually left my bike back at the school and I can't just leave it there so…yeah. I’ll–I'll see you back at the manor.” You said nervously. You weren't used to talking to him and to be quite frank he scared you.

Bruce of course took note of the fact you had not called him “dad” or “father” and had called home, “the manor” instead. This is when Dick decided to chime in.

“What, you're not going to bike all the way back home, are you?” Dick jested sarcastically.

“Uh, yeah? It's how I get back home everyday.” You mention abashed. Did they seriously not even know how you got home? Whatever, you’re too tired for this.

Bruce and Dick glance at each other, their shared look holding a meaning you couldn't understand.

“Well, it doesn't matter. You’ll just ride home with us from now on.” Dick stated, faux cheer in his voice. 

“Wha–what? Hold up, I can’t just leave without my bike! It’s gonna get stolen or–”

“We’ll get a new one, now stop fussin' and get a move on,” Jason grumbles, cutting you off.

You just sigh in defeat. Why the hell are they doing this? Why now? In the end, your questions don't matter as you get marched over to the waiting Rolce Royce Limo. That was when Arya and Ethan noticed you walking away from the bus, not even noticing the Waynes in their hurry to catch up to you.

“Hey (Y/n), why are ‘ya–oh.” Arya yells out before going silent after noticing the intimidating figure of Bruce Wayne and the even more intimidating figure of Jason Todd.

“Oh, hey guys. So–uh, I actually have a ride back to the manor now so I'm all good.” You say awkwardly.

“That's–that's great! But, what about your bike bro?” Ethan questions worriedly, the awkward and almost tense energy affecting him.

“I'm just going to pray and hope that it's still there when I come back for it tomorrow.”You answer tiredly.

“Damn, well, get home safe and get some sleep. We’ll see you soon girl.” Arya says, hugging you.

You hug her back.

“You too guys, get home safe. And Ethan, good job on the field bro, we’re all super proud of you.” You voice, a small smile on your face while you give him a hug.

“Thanks (Y/n), couldn't have done it without y’all hyping me up.” He says.

“Alright, alright no more sappy, corny lines. Now get on the bus before Coach Daniels pops another blood vessel.” You joke.

“Shit, I didn't even realize that was him yelling! Ethan, we gotta go! See ya (Y/n).” Arya exclaims, practically dragging Ethan to the bus with her.

You wave at them, your smile slowly disappearing as you realize you're about to have the worst fifteen minutes of your life on this car ride. The staring you were trying to ignore when talking to your friends was more prevalent now, making you anxious as you entered the car, squirming and fiddling uncomfortably in your seat as everyone else piled in.

You internally sighed as you heard the door shut and the car engine start. Perhaps it’d be better if you drank acid and died instead, but alas, it was too late for any of that. 

You’d just do your best to stay quiet and avoid the eyes boring into your very being.

[writeriguess]

HIII, I have a request for bakugo, like he dates shy and quite reader in his class as a dare from the bakusquad but then ends up falling for her, and then reader finds out by like maybe overhearing a conversation or something? and its all angsty but alot of grovelling later she forgives him and then happy ending?

Dared to Love

You weren’t sure how it happened, really. One day, Bakugo Katsuki wasn’t paying you any mind, and the next, he was suddenly everywhere.

At first, it was subtle. Sitting next to you in class even when there were plenty of open seats, grumbling a “Yo” when you passed each other in the halls, waiting for you after training, and even offering (well, more like insisting) to walk you back to the dorms.

Then, it escalated.

He started carrying your books when you looked tired, scowling at anyone who tried to make you uncomfortable, and even snapping at his friends when they teased him about being “whipped.”

You were hesitant, at first. You weren’t used to the attention, especially not from someone like Bakugo. He was loud, brash, and explosive, while you were quiet, reserved, and liked to keep to yourself. You weren’t sure why he was suddenly so interested in you, but when he asked you out—eyes burning with something fierce and determined—you couldn’t say no.

And it had been good.

Better than good, actually.

Bakugo, despite his rough edges, had been a surprisingly attentive boyfriend. He never forced you to talk when you didn’t want to, always let you set the pace, and even found ways to communicate without words, like casually bumping his shoulder against yours when he wanted to get your attention or grunting in a way that somehow made perfect sense to you.

You had been happy.

Until today.

Until you overheard everything.

It had started as a normal evening. You had been on your way to the common area, planning to grab some tea before heading back to your room, when you heard the familiar cackles of Kaminari and Sero from the lounge. You weren’t planning to eavesdrop, but then you heard your name.

And then—Bakugo’s voice.

“She was just a dare, man. That’s how it started.”

Your feet froze mid-step.

Kaminari whistled. “Damn, bro. So you actually went through with it?”

“Hell yeah! We dared him, and he actually asked Y/N out!” Sero chimed in. “Didn’t think he’d stick with it this long, though.”

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

Dare?

Your stomach twisted.

This had been a game to them?

“Hah?” Bakugo scoffed. “Like I’d back down from some shitty dare. I ain’t a coward.”

“Dude, that’s so messed up.” Kirishima’s voice was quieter, almost disapproving. “You’re still with her, y’know?”

“What, you think I don’t know that?” Bakugo snapped, and for a second, you thought—hoped—he was about to deny it. That he was going to say something to make it better.

But then—

“It was supposed to be a joke, but she was all shy and cute and shit, so I just—kept going with it.”

You felt like you were going to be sick.

The voices blurred together after that, but you had heard enough.

More than enough.

The warmth you had felt with Bakugo, the comfort, the safety—it had all been a lie.

A cruel joke.

And you were the punchline.

You turned on your heel and walked away before they could hear you.

Before you could cry.

You started avoiding him.

You stopped sitting next to him in class, dodged his hand when he reached for yours, and refused to meet his eyes when he tried to catch your attention. You left training early, kept your conversations short, and when he came to knock on your door that night, you didn’t answer.

You weren’t sure if he knew why.

But he knew something was wrong.

On the third day, he finally cornered you outside of the dorms.

“The hell is going on with you?” His voice was rough, laced with frustration, but you could hear the undercurrent of something else. Worry. “You’ve been actin’ all weird.”

You didn’t answer.

“Oi,” he snapped, stepping closer. “Talk to me.”

Your fingers clenched at your sides.

“I know about the dare.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Bakugo stiffened. You saw the exact moment the words registered, saw the way his usually confident expression faltered—just for a split second.

Then, his jaw locked.

“Tch. So that’s what this is about.”

Your stomach turned.

That reaction. That tone.

Like you were just overreacting.

“I heard everything,” you continued, voice quieter now, but firm. “You only asked me out because of some stupid game. Because of a joke.”

His hands clenched into fists.

“That was before.”

You finally met his eyes, and the sheer intensity in them nearly made you step back.

“Before what?” Your voice cracked. “Before you decided I was good enough to keep dating? Before you felt guilty?”

Bakugo’s teeth gritted. “No. Before I realized I fucking love you.”

Your breath hitched.

His chest was heaving now, frustration and desperation bleeding into his words.

“Yeah, I was a dumbass. Yeah, it started as a dare. But I don’t—” His voice broke slightly, and he exhaled sharply before forcing himself to continue. “I don’t care about that anymore. I care about you.”

You shook your head, the pain still raw. “How am I supposed to believe that?”

His hands twitched, like he wanted to grab you but knew he shouldn’t. “Because I wouldn’t be fucking begging if I didn’t mean it.”

Your heart ached.

“I trusted you.”

Bakugo flinched.

And then—his shoulders slumped.

“I know,” he murmured, quieter now. “I know. And I fucked up. I really fucked up.”

For the first time since this all started, he looked uncertain.

Vulnerable.

“I’ll do whatever it takes, okay? You wanna yell at me? Do it. You wanna punch me? Go for it. Just—” His voice wavered, and you realized, with a jolt, that Bakugo Katsuki—your brash, loud, fearless boyfriend—was terrified. “Just don’t leave me.”

Your throat tightened.

The silence stretched.

And then—

“I need time.”

His expression twisted, but he nodded, even if it killed him.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Okay.”

Weeks later, you finally gave him another chance.

It wasn’t easy. He had a lot to prove.

But he did.

He walked you to class without expecting anything in return. Waited for you after training, even when you ignored him. Stood outside your door every night just in case you wanted to talk, but never forced you to.

And eventually, you did.

Because as much as it hurt, you still loved him.

And when you finally held his hand again, after what felt like forever, Bakugo nearly cried.

“I dare you to never break my heart again.”

His grip tightened, warm and grounding.

“…Done.”

[writingforatwistedworld]

Hi! Can i ask for a self aware twst when the reader surprises adopted Silver as their son. Like just pointing at him and saying 'you are my child now' with Silver, Lilia and Sebek. Hope you have a good day!

Hehe. Anon, you know what you are doing. In fact, I would say you even want the chaos. And for that I love you come here so I can hug you.

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, Diasomnia chapter spoilers (Lilias part, maybe Sebek), religion, violence, isolation, kidnapping, obsessive behavior

Lilia Vanrouge/(Platonic) Silver/Sebek Zigvolt-Adopting Silver

Oh ok. Cool cool coolcoolcoolcoolcool

Well, at least that one room dedicated to you in the form of an altar can now be used for more practical uses (finally)

When Lilia heard you say those words and point at his son, he fell from the chandelier he was dangling from

Not only did he have to navigate through not accidentally telling his son that he was the blood related son of an enemy general and that exactly this general killed Malleus mom

But also that he had now a second parent that also happened to be god

Mhm totally normal

Conversations to strangers about his family were already playing out like this in his head:

Hi, I am Lilia Vanrouge, yes the one in your history book, this is my son Silver, yes he looks like a certain knight, and my lovely partner and also parent of this lovely human, yes, FU**ING GOD THEMSELVES

Ah yes, sitting in church will totally not be awkward after this

Bro legit sits you down with a pen and paper, asking you to sign the marriage certificate

Asks you what flowers you want to have on your wedding. Doesn't matter if you are a woman, man or identify as something else, he is planning that

Also has already planned out how to get you into the Valley of Thorns without anyone noticing

Because no matter how devoted he is to you, he will always be too greedy to share your attention with someone else

You could have said this as a joke or some other protective instinct towards the silver-haired male but all that man's father hears is a marriage proposal

Lilia is just happy that you feel some sort of positive way to his family member (makes things easier when you are stuck in that cabin)

I mean, he did see Silver as a present from you, a child meant to bring him back to the light after being so long in the shadow of war

And now the three of you were together! How lovely!

Which would mean that you planned this all along. Dear Overseer, if you liked the idea of you being a family you could have just told him so

He will be the best partner to raise a child together you could dream of

And should someone dare to interrupt the perfect, peaceful life you three (plus two more) had, he wouldn't mind swinging that sword again

Wait what?

What do you mean with that?

Are you sure you want him to be your son? Really?

Apparently he was not the only one surprised since he could hear the thud of his father falling to the ground behind him and Seek screaming somewhere behind him

Be prepared for a silver haired knight to look at you with the biggest puppy eyes and ask "Do you really want me as you son?"

Critical hit! Someone call a doctor. I think the Valley of Thorns god can be killed by cuteness

After that he is glued to your side (even though you have to part sooner or later since he is not living in Ramshackle)

One morning you woke up to the guy standing there with some food being like "I made some food."

Like where the Heck did he even get the keys for the dorm? (He broke in through a hole in the ceiling)

Silver always comes running to you whenever he does something and wants praises

Once he was best in one of his classes and he stood there with the report like he could turn into a dog and get headpats from you any second

But, as I am sure you are aware of, this is a blog with yandere themes and we have to say goodbye to the fluff at some point

That sword training comes in handy is all I'm saying

I mean, he has probably enough strength to break someone's leg with his bare hands by simply applying some pressure

And that one Diasomnia student that tried to take his son-status away from him was found again in a not-so-compatible-state-with-life kind of situation

I'm letting you imagine what happened

Like Lilia he is ready to burn everyone who dares to interfere with your little family

The forests of his homeland are pretty though so no need to worry about the appearance of your surroundings once they bring you to your new home (who needs social interaction anyways?)

A second of silence

And then the screaming started

“OH HOW KIND OF OUR OVERSEER! TO SHOW A MORTAL THEIR KINDNESS AND CARING SIDE!”

Seek would be lying if he said that he wasn't surprised

You, aka the Overseer, aka some higher being, AKA GOD, were known in the Valley of Thorns to be kind and caring, yet also distant and never approaching others directly

But then you literally adopt someone, making that person someone in your inner cycle?

Well, if Sebek knew one thing then that those Priests were going to have a crisis as soon as they learned about this

Totally not jealous

He would try to get closer to you since, apparently, you did allow others to get close to you

But he was happy as long as you were

After all, he was now the (not-so-official appointed) shield of the Valley of Thorns, something he got passed on by his grandfather

So of course he couldn't be family with you

That didn't mean he couldn't “help” you

Someone intruded on that dinner you had with Lilia and Silver?

Ouch… that punch must have hurt

Whenever Silver or his Father had to interfere because someone else came too close then they were some incredibly slick (looking at you Rook) or lucky person

Don't let his loud mouth fool you

This crocodile has done unmentionables in your name in order to make things easier for your new found family

For what? Oh you know, becoming his neighbor back home… forever

[4m1rz]

Little Tease

Kim Chaehyun x Male Reader

Tags: titjob, couch sex, daddy kink, creampie

"I'll meet you at your place like usual, ok?"

"Sure, no problem bro. Don't be too hopeful that I'll be there today."

That's how the conversation between me, Moon Jiyeon and my friend, Kim Donghoon always goes. Me and Donghoon have been friends since we're in elementary school. Right now, we're both college students and I always go to his house just to hang out after our classes.

It's the end of my class right now. Yeah, if you all are thinking, me and Donghoon aren't in the same classes and we both have different courses; I'm taking the engineering course while he is taking the law course. Also, he's been in the college's student council since last week, so he's been a lot busy nowadays.

As I expected, I got a message from him saying that he wasn't able to hangout with me. I sigh as I have expected that this would happen. However, he still asks me to come to his place and somebody will hang out with me there. I then texted him again, asking who's gonna hang out with me at his place and he answered back with, 'his sister'. The minute I saw the word 'sister', I was dumbfounded.

Apparently, my friend has a little sister named Kim Chaehyun who is a year younger than me and my friend. Back then, when I hung out with Donghoon at his place when we're in elementary school, she was also there. The three of us are basically partners in crime as we all do things together back then.

However, things have not been the same since Chaehyun has been accepted to join SM Entertainment as a trainee. This causes her to be unable to hangout with me and her brother that often. When she was nominated as a member for Kep1er, both me and Donghoon were very ecstatic as the two of us know that she has been working so hard to be able to debut.

One thing that I still remember till this day is that she has once told me that she has a liking towards me when she was 10 and I was 11. Knowing that I'm going to hangout with her and still remember what she said when we're younger, I kinda have a thought of whether she still has a liking towards me or not.

Fast forward to now, I am already at the front door of Donghoon and Chaehyun's place. I ring the doorbell to indicate to the person inside that I have arrived. As I am waiting for the door to open, lots of thoughts come flying around my mind about Chaehyun, such as how she is doing, how she looks nowadays, and other stuff.

Then, I noticed the doorknob start to turn and the door opened. As the door opens, it shows the girl I'm thinking of just now, wearing a white sports bra with a blue shirt shrug and a white skirt. I was amazed with her pretty and sexy appearance with her assets shown, her thick thighs and her big busty tits which made me dazed for a while.

It was until she snapped her fingers in front of my face that made me wake up from it. Gosh, how stupid I was seeing her giggling shyly after that happened.

“Oppa, am I that pretty which makes you dazed just now?” She says that after giggling. The only thing I could do is just scratch the side of my head after hearing her ask. She giggles once more before inviting me to go inside the house.

After entering the house, I immediately sit on the sofa while Chaehyun sits on the armchair on the right. I was about to ask about what she's doing nowadays, but it seems like she beats me to it.

“So oppa, how is your life nowadays? It's definitely a shame that you hang out with my big brother less due to his roles.” She asks. “Well, it's just like that… It really can't be helped about his roles, I don't mind about it though.” I then answer.

Then, I ask her about her activities as an idol in which she answers with the usuals, practice and such. “Ah, I'm such a fool not to serve some treats for you, oppa. Oppa, are you ok with tea and crackers?” She suddenly asks.

After hearing her ask, I just nod to it which makes her go to the kitchen to prepare the food. As I am waiting for her to prepare the treats, I get a message from Donghoon that he might need a few more hours to deal with his work at the college. I was about to tell her that I might be leaving the place when I see Chaehyun bending down to find some kitchenware, I suppose. Surprisingly, her long skirt gets pulled up which shows her pussy.

At that moment, I was dazed a bit and my bulge started to appear from my pants. And with that, I try to distract myself by looking at my phone, trying to forget what I just saw. Without me knowing, Chaehyun is still in the kitchen, having a huge smirk on her face as her plan works.

A few minutes later, she comes back with a teapot full of tea, cups and a tray of plain crackers. She then goes to the opposite side of the coffee table, just right in front of me before putting all of the treats she brought from the kitchen. I was stunned yet again due to seeing her cleavage as she was bending down while putting the treats onto the coffee table.

I start to eat the treats that she had served me once she sits back on the couch beside mine. We both then start to chat about our past lives, how her idol life is at the moment and so on. Suddenly, I had the urge to ask her about what's lingering in my mind.

“You know, I somehow still remember about you having a liking for me…” I state. Her eyes bulge out a little after hearing that statement coming out from me and her cheeks start to redden. I then continued asking, “… so I wonder if you still have that feeling until now?”

After I asked her that question, I could see that her cheeks were fully reddened, which means she was blushing madly. It took quite a while for her to answer my question, just after her naggings on why I brought the topic out.

“Well… ummm… I s-still do… I lik- no, I love you, oppa.” She answers. I was shocked hearing that, which makes me speechless. “My feelings for you have never faded, heck it grew even more.” She continues.

I was in total shock after hearing her answer despite me correctly estimating her answer, but I did not expect that her feelings for me were that deep. In fact, it also shocks me that she said she loves me as I actually start to have feelings for her as well, just a bit later after her confession back then, well, about a year after the confession.

In an instance, I go sit right beside her and grasp her hands which makes her gasp for a bit. “Chae, I know this might sound awkward, but I do also have feelings for you. Well, a bit later after your confession when we were little.” I state it to her. My confession really makes her shocked even more and tears a bit.

“R-Really, oppa?” She asks. I then nod and continue to say more. “It's that, your affection and your attention towards me makes me fall for you.” I then give a peck on her lips which makes her even more stunned and her cheeks become even redder.

“S-So oppa, are we… a couple from n-now?” She asks while still sniffling. I just nodded before holding the side of her head and kissing her lips yet again; this time the kiss was a bit longer. She was yet again stunned at first, but then accepted it and kissed me back. The kiss would then turn into a 5 minutes making out session.

After we pulled away from the make out session, I somehow had the audacity to tease her. “I didn't expect this girl in front of me right now would tease me earlier by showing her bare pussy and cleavage.” I say, while giving a smirk towards her.

However, she surprises me by giving a smirk back towards me despite her flushed red cheeks. “Well oppa, I've planned this already. Donghoon oppa has told me about how you always hang out here, so I might wear this to seduce you.” She replies. “Besides, you love them do you, oppa?” She continues, while jiggling her covered tits.

I couldn't think straight as I was horny as fuck after all of the teasing from her, so I just nodded. This causes her to smirk more before removing the cardigan from her, which then later playing with the hem of the sports bra she's wearing.

“G-Gosh, stop teasing and just let me see your bare tits Chae.” I whine, which she obliges and pulls up her sports bra. This reveals her naked tits in which she jiggles it one more time towards me. I am amazed seeing her topless that lead me to pull down my pants and boxers in a single move which reveals my already hard dick.

“Oh oppa, such a big and hard dick you have. Let Chae help you relieve it, ok?” She says, before kneeling down and putting her hand around my dick before stroking it. I can only groan as she starts stroking my dick. Her hand feels so good all around it.

“Mmmmh, so soft, so good…” I say, to which she smirks even more. “Hehe, wait until what I'm going to do next, oppa.” She says. After a while, she removes her hand from my dick and replaces it with sandwiching my dick between her massive tits. This causes me to groan even more.

“Hehe, I knew it. You would definitely like this, oppa.” She chimes before starting to move her tits up and down, giving me a titfuck. I can only nod and groans coming out from my mouth are a bit louder. This excites her even more to which she licks the top of my dick that is able to emerge from her tits.

“Oh god Chae… You did wonder to me. Keep going, please.” I plead. This causes her smirk to grow even more and speeds up the titfucking. This results in me groaning even more.

After several minutes later, I started to feel that I'm feeling close to cumming. I believe that Chaehyun is also able to feel that I'm getting closer to ejaculation. However, just as I am about to cum, she releases her tits from wrapping around my dick, which causes me to groan in disappointment.

“C-Chae, why did you stop? I'm about to cum, and you know it too!!!” I whine. She giggles seeing my reaction before saying about it. “Oh oppa, I'll let you cum, but not on my tits. I want you to fill my pussy with it, oppa.” Her statement makes me speechless. Just as I want to argue, she talks again. “...and if you worry about getting me pregnant, you don't have to, oppa. Us idols have to take birth control pills frequently to control our hormone levels and stabilize our period dates.”

I still feel a bit skeptical about this, like is she for real? She, a K-POP idol who is also my friend's little sister, wants me to fill her pussy with my cum. My mind still feels clogged after receiving what she just said.

Then, I get from my dazed situation to see Chaehyun pulling down the only clothing she had left, which is the skirt. After that, she walks towards the larger couch and lays on it before spreading her legs, showing me her wet, glistening pussy.

“Come on, just take me right now. I won't be mad, as I also want this for a very long time… Please fuck me oppa, or I guess, daddy…” She persuades me and emphasizes the word daddy. I don't know why, but her calling me daddy brings out the side of mine that I didn't even know existed.

I get onto the same couch she is laying onto, before I stroke my dick and line it with her entrance. “Are you sure you want this, Chae? Won't you regret it later?” I ask her, to which she nods before answering, “...yes daddy, I won't regret this whatsoever as I've been waiting for this. Now please, claim this pussy of mine as yours, daddy.”

And with her approval, I started to push my dick slowly into her pussy. This causes both of us to moan loudly, feeling the sensation. “Oh god Chae… Your pussy feels… so t-tight!!!” I exclaim.

“Mmmmh, yes daddy!!! Your dick feels so… mmmmh… big!!! Please daddy, start thrusting it inside me, make both of us cum!!!” She moans so loudly, I'm afraid the neighbours could hear it. After that, I pull my dick until the tip still remains in her before pushing it back, indicating the start of my thrusts.

Her moans just keep getting out from her mouth as I keep thrusting inside her. “G-Gosh, you moan so loudly, Chae. You really want the neighbours to know, hmm?” I say and ask. That question makes her giggle a little before answers, “...they don't call me… mmmmh… the main vocalist for nothing. Besides, daddy's dick hitting Chae’s spots inside me feels really good!!!”

I chuckle a little as I hear her calling herself Chae, so cute. As I continued thrusting inside her pussy, I couldn't pull my eyes from seeing her massive tits bouncing up and down as I continued with my thrusts. This makes me follow my instinct and put both of my hands onto them and start fondling and groping them, which causes her to moan even more and also whimper a little.

“Mmmmh, that's it daddy!! Fondle Chae's tits, or suck on it, I don't care.” She says. Of course, I won't miss the offer as I removed both of my hands from her tits and replaced it with my mouth, sucking on her two massive mounds, starting with her right tit, then her left. This makes her whimper a lot more.

Several minutes later, I could feel that my dick starts throbbing, indicating that I'm really close to cum. “Chae, I don't think that I could hold any longer, I'm so c-close. You sure you really want me to cum inside, C-Chae?” I state. This causes her to wrap her legs around my back really tightly in an instance, not letting me get away from her leg lock.

“Don't ever think about pulling out, daddy. Chae means it, Chae really wants it. So please, CUM! INSIDE! CHAE’S! PUSSY!!!” Knowing that me trying to fight back is futile and seeing that she's really serious, I just followed her request and after a few more thrusts later, I started to cum deeply inside her pussy. As my cum hits her pussy walls, it triggers her orgasm that causes her to cum all around my dick.

After a couple minutes later, both of us finished and relaxed from our respective orgasmic state. I react first by pulling my flaccid dick out from her pussy before sitting at the other end of the couch. I could see some globs of our mixed cums start to leak out from her. Then, I slowly pull her and make her straddle my lap. Both of us then smile at each other before having a sweet, slow yet passionate make out session.

After both me and Chaehyun finished our make out session, we heard the sound of the front door opening. Both of us turn our heads towards the door and see Donghoon staring at us, which makes us blush in embarrassment. There's also the sense of fear and guilt as I am afraid he will scold me for screwing his little sister. However, instead of anger, he gives us a sneaky grin.

“Hehehe, seems like the ship has finally sailed. Congratulations, you two.” He says. This causes Chaehyun to blush even more while me being confused and distraught. The thing I've had in mind after what he just said is, ‘How long has this bastard been shipping me and his little sister?’

P/S: If someone's been waiting for my fics, sorry for make you guys waiting. Hope you all like this

[ccupidxxo]

𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗨 | miya atsumu

↳ “if you ask me to sit on your lap, i will kill you.”

• pairing : atsumu x fem!reader

• warning : before-timeskip, fluff, enemies to lovers

──────────────miya atsumu did not like you. ever since he met you on the first day of school. he was calmly walking to class with his twin when he accidentally bumped into you. he didn’t even bump into you that hard, but you acted like he was a piece of shit under your shoe.

“my bad.” he loosely apologized, but you didn’t reply as his brother kindly helped you up from the ground. he wasn’t even listening to his brother’s scolding, instead scanning his eyes up and down your body.

dressed neatly without a single crinkle on your uniform, not even a hair out of place— you were perfect, too perfect, it made him gag. you looked at him as if he did something to offend you, dusting nonexistent dust of your skirt before walking away with your chin up. all he saw was a bratty, spoiled, little princess. every time he saw you, he scowled.

──────────────you despised miya atsumu. ever since you first met him outside the gates of the school and once more a few hours later when he bumped into you again. being your first day of high school, you were a little anxious of course, but still kept cool as you entered the school grounds. you were happily sipping a drink you bought from the cafe down the street, until some idiot knocked into you from behind— splashing your drink all over your clothes.

ruining your perfectly clean uniform, you snapped your head around to send a nasty glare at the culprit— miya atsumu. he stood in front of you in all his glory, not even noticing your drenched figure before running away.

“i’m sorry ‘samu! i didn’t eat all of it!” his words echoing throughout the area as other students turned to look— and their eyes then turned to you.

clothes ruined, hair ruined, and self confidence, shattered. atsumu didn’t even notice you, but his brother did. osamu quickly brought out a hankerchief, apologizing profusely for his idiotic brother before helping you up and walking you to the girls bathrooms. you were so humiliated, and that’s where your hatred for the cocky, dumbass, jerk, miya atsumu, started. every time you caught a glance of him, you glowered.

──────────────by the time of your second year, you had formed a crush on miya osamu. he was the polar opposite of his jerk brother, he was kind, considerate, and mature— everything atsumu wasn’t. it was a small crush, but still one nonetheless. and despite your ongoing hatred with his twin, you still decided to become a manager for inarizaki’s volleyball team.

it was both a good and terrible experience. you got to spend time with osamu, but the majority of your time was spent by atsumu continuously bothering you. over the years, you hatred stopped boiling— but it was still there. it seemed for atsumu however— he just found amusement by teasing you. it was infuriating being his favorite toy to play with.

atsumu made it very clear. he’s always glued to your side, pulling at your hair, kicking at your chair, purposely standing in your way— and he always smirked when he saw your face turning red (he thought you were blushing) with anger— suna took a photo and edited smoke emitting from your ears, which is what it realistically looked like. it was obvious to everyone but yourself that atsumu miya had a fat crush on you.

osamu didn’t really mind you. you were nice, smart, pretty— but not his type, plus he could tell his brother had a crush on you, and he would never break bro-code even if it was his twin. which is why atsumu and suna had the brilliant idea to lock you both in the storage room until atsumu confessed.

“i’m going to put away the nets.” you announced calmly before walking off, but the annoying voice of atsumu made you stop in your tracks.

“i’m coming too!” he yelled with a grin, and before you could say anything, he pulls you towards the storage room— almost making you trip from his speed.

“atsumu! hey-! what are you doing-?!” you shouted in anger and disbelief as he slammed the door behind you both. when you hear it lock, you hastily run to try and pry it open— but to no avail. “it’s locked!”

it seems you didn’t hear osamu and suna’s giggling outside the door, “yeah, no shit sherlock.” his sarcastic reply sounded, you tried to smack him, bit it was too dark to see anything.

“i’m going to hit you.”

“kinky.”

you did something similar to a growl, “you’re so-so.. argh! infuriating!” while trying to walk around to look for him, you tripped over his leg instead and ended up falling down onto his lap. how cliche.

“falling for me already, huh?” he teasingly whispered, you could practically see his smirk despite the darkness— it only made you angrier. in response, you punched his chest— which did little damage. when you lifted yourself up, your head loudly smacked into the shelves— heavy shelves that fell on top of you both.

“ow.” at this point, you gave up on moving and just accepted your fate. you sat next to him, your bodies closely squished together, you would never admit it but his cologne smelled good, not too strong or too weak. but you pinched yourself for even thinking like that.

“what if you-.” he starts, but already knowing what he’s gonna propose, you harshly interrupt.

“if you ask me to sit on your lap, i will kill you.”

a few minutes of torture later, you reluctantly sit on his lap regardless— facing him, not that you could even see anything but his brown eyes.

“y’know you’re really pretty up close-.”

“shut up.” he could barely even see you, how could he know? you smack some part of his body before placing your hand back down on something cushiony.

a few minutes later he breaks the silence, “not that i’m not enjoying this, but could you please move your hand..and your thigh?” his pleading voice catches you by surprise, just what were you touching? your hand squishes something and your face reddens when you realize, i was touching his ass! flinging your hand away as if it was on fire, you move your thigh next, feeling something hard brush up against it as atsumu moans at the feeling.

your thigh was on his dick. miya fucking atsumu’s dick.

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• ccupidxxo, i had a lot of fun writing this, so i hope you liked it. <3

↳ do not copy, steal, plagiarize, take inspo from without consulting, or translate my work.

[foreverisntenough]

‘Act II’

Summary: Attraction is like a gravitational pull that is undefinable and unavoidable. Unbeknownst to you, Jude had been keeping an eye on you since he caught a glimpse on his best friend’s girlfriend’s Instagram but he’s been loving his single life. You always were independent and know how to swim on your own but maybe you have been just treading water. Could the tides change on a holiday in Greece when you finally meet? It might get a little rocky but maybe you could be his paradise.

Index

Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! ‘Act II’ is interconnected to the 'You’re Mine' and 'Ours' Series but can read it independently.

Chapter 24- 'Falling Into Place' | ‘Act II’

word count - 11.5 k

After the game, you settled into the car, just you and Jude and Louis joining too, the tension from the match finally beginning to ease. Jude sat beside you head resting on your shoulder, an occasional kiss to your shoulder still processing the loss, but trying to shake it off with his usual lighthearted attitude. 

“So, nothing to say after the match? I’m bracing myself for it.” Jude smirked. He was expecting some teasing remark, knowing Louis wasn’t one to hold back especially with a France win, but instead, Louis surprised him. He gave Jude a firm pat on the arm. 

“You actually played really well, mate. Nothing to joke about this time.” He said with genuine sincerity. You could see the surprise flicker across Jude’s face as he looked at Louis, a smile breaking through his usual post-loss seriousness. 

“Really?” Jude raised his brows. Louis nodded, completely serious. 

“Yeah, bro. No joke. It was clinical, honest. Next stinker I’ll be on you though.” Louis laughed. You couldn’t help but giggle along with him, leaning into Jude’s side as he absorbed the rare, unfiltered praise from your brother. It was a moment you didn’t see coming, and you knew Jude appreciated it more than he let on. The warmth of the moment made you feel even closer to him, especially knowing that Louis had finally given in and really liked him. “Harry Kane’s performance though…Ouah, absolutely. Now that was a disaster class.” Louis cracked a grin teasingly. Jude held his hands up in innocence. The three of you laughed, the tension from the game melting away with the easy banter. Soon, the mood shifted from somber reflection to hunger as you made plans for a late dinner. Jude’s mood lightened even more when Aurelian opted to join the group, eager to poke fun at the evening’s results. You’d tried to convince Whitney and Trent to join you for dinner, but they were heading straight back home to Engladn to see Teddy. So, it ended up being just you, Jude, Louis, and Aurelian at a cozy restaurant. They all agreed to a simple rule for the night: the loser pays. Which, of course, meant Jude was footing the bill after England’s defeat. As the conversation flowed over the table, Louis shared stories from your childhood that made Jude laugh, while Aurelian added his own banter to keep things light. The four of you tucked in the back of a small warm restaurant. You couldn’t stop smiling, feeling this unexpected sense of closeness. There was something comforting about seeing the men in your life—Jude, Louis, and even Aurelian—enjoying each other’s company like old friends. Even though Jude had just experienced a tough loss on the pitch, the warmth of the night, the laughter, and the company of the people he loved seemed to overshadow the disappointment. You snuggled closer to him as the night wore on, feeling content. Everything felt right, and Jude, even with the sting of defeat, was right there with you, his arm draped protectively over your shoulder. 

“Lou, so your dad gave me permission to propose.” Jude lowered his voice. He was sitting across from Aurelian and Louis after you excused yourself to use the bathroom. As soon as you left, Jude leaned in toward them. Louis raised an eyebrow, his typical calm demeanor breaking with a hint of surprise. 

“Seriously? Félicitations” he asked, with a smirk slowly forming. Jude nodded, looking proud but a little anxious. Aurelian, catching on, immediately mocked betrayal that Jude didn’t ask for any help finding a place to ask your dad  

“Bro, how could you not tell me? I would’ve helped you pick the perfect spot in Paris!” he exclaimed, only half-joking. Jude shook his head with a grin. “Louis, où l'a-t-il emmené?”  [Louis, where did he take him?] Aurelian’s gaze flashed to Louis inquisitively.

“I’m fine, mate. I managed. Got my yes already.” Jude beamed proud.  Louis leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, still processing what Jude had just said, a slow smile spread across his face. He knew Jude was asking, they’d spoken prior but he didn’t tip your dad off. He looked genuinely impressed, but his teasing nature quickly took over. 

“Well,” he began, giving Jude a playful glance, “one yes down… but you still need the other one.” Jude rolled his eyes with a grin, but the nerves flickered again beneath the surface. 

“Yeah, I know,” he admitted, running a hand over his hair. He glanced toward the direction of the bathroom, making sure you weren’t on your way back yet. He wanted to make sure this conversation stayed between him, Louis, and Aurelian, who was now listening with keen interest from across the table. Aurelian, who had been quietly partaking in the conversation while sipping his wine, set his glass down with a soft clink. He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the whole thing. 

“Wait—honestly….so you’re telling me you had already planned this whole thing out and didn’t think to ask for my help? Not at all?  I would’ve found the perfect spot to ask him. Set the whole thing up for you.” He looked at Jude offended. Jude chuckled, shaking his head at Aurelian’s faux indignation. 

“I didn’t need your help, mate,” he teased back. “I’ve got my plan, and more importantly, I got my yes from her dad. That’s all that matters.” Jude quipped. Louis smirked, leaning forward and giving Jude a playful nudge with his elbow. 

“You better hope that’s all that matters. You’ve got the hard part out of the way, but the real question is… does she even suspect anything?” Louis lowered his voice to a point where they could barely hear it in the restaurant. Jude’s eyes flickered with a slight smirk, his nerves melting into that mischievous confidence you adored so much. 

“Not a thing,” he said, a hint of pride in his voice. “She’s completely in the dark… I hope.” He smirked. Aurelian laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“You’d better hope, bro. Pulling all this off without her catching on? That’s impressive. But hey, if you need any backup, I’m just saying… I know some great spots around Paris for the proposal.” Aurelian raised his brow almost begging to be included. Jude raised an eyebrow, his playful smirk returning.

“Actually,” he said, leaning in slightly, “I’m thinking Greece.” He grinned proudly. Louis’s eyes widened, and a dramatic scoff escaped his lips. 

“Greece? You really want to make this hard for yourself, don’t you?” he teased before his eyes flicked to Aurelian. “C'est difficile.” He switched to French with a playful jab. “You’re really going to make her travel all the way to Greece just to say yes?” Louis asked. Aurelian grinned, catching onto the playful teasing in French. 

“How exactly do you plan to get her there without tipping her off?” he asked with genuine curiosity.  Jude paused for a moment, a knowing smile creeping onto his face. 

“I’m working on it,” he said simply, the weight of his plan hanging in the air between them but Jude’s confidence in himself rarely faltered. “It’s gonna take a little finessing, but I think I can pull it off.” Jude explained vaguely. Louis laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“You’re mad,” he muttered, “but if anyone can do it, it’s you.” He smiled. Aurelian leaned back in his chair, a grin spreading across his face. 

“Greece, huh? Well, you’re lucky she puts up with your shit.” He teased. “I wouldn’t fly all the way there for you bro… So you’ll ask Y/N in Greece.” Aurelian repeated just to confirm what had been said. Jude gave a small nod. 

“That’s the plan,” he said, a glint of determination in his eyes. “I want you guys there though… like everyone will be there.” He cooed sincerely. Louis snickered, shooting him a teasing look.

“Well, I don’t know if I’ll be available, mate,” he joked sarcastically, feigning a busy schedule. “I might have some really important plans to not be at the biggest moment of my sister’s life.” He smirked. Jude gave him a playful shove, rolling his eyes. 

“Nah, you’re not missing it. Fuck off. You’ll be there” Jude laughed, reinforcing that Louis better be there, jokes aside. Just as they were starting to laugh a little more,  the sound of your heels echoed back toward the table. The three of them straightened up slightly, and Jude quickly shifted gears, returning to casual conversation. You slid back into your seat, none the wiser to the conversation that had just transpired, and smiled at the group.

“What did I miss?” you asked, looking at the three of them curiously. Jude quickly flashed you a grin, his nerves now perfectly masked. 

“Nothing important, angel” he said smoothly, reaching for your hand. “Just boring match analysis.” He cooed. Louis and Aurelian shared a quick glance, both barely containing their smirks. You narrowed your eyes at them suspiciously but eventually shrugged, choosing not to press the issue. Jude squeezed your hand before raising it to his lips for a kiss to your skin, a silent promise in that touch—a promise that very soon, everything was about to change. And you didn’t even have the slightest idea.

Thankfully Madrid had a short break after Christmas. Jude had arrived in New York to come stay with you just in time for Winnie’s New Year’s Eve party, and from the moment you saw him, something felt off. He seemed on edge, his usual cool demeanor replaced by an almost jittery energy that made your stomach twist. You couldn’t figure out why, but you felt it—something was different. You welcomed him into the apartment and his nervousness became more apparent, and your mind couldn’t help but spiral. You had begun to worry that maybe he had come to the US to end things. You couldn’t think of any other reason he would be acting like this, it could only be that.  The thought plagued you with every glance he gave, every half-smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. A million scenarios raced through your mind. Was he going to break up with you? Did he feel trapped? You hated how much you over thought it, but his unease was so palpable that it was hard not to. You slipped into a gold Carolina Herrera sequined mini dress with silver florets all over it. You should’ve felt glamorous but you felt hollowed, nervous tonight was going to be some sort of final act.

As you and Jude stepped out of the elevator, the hum of a lively New Year’s Eve party buzzed through the air. The hallway leading to Winnie’s New York City apartment was lined with sleek, modern decor, a soft glow emanating from the warm lighting that spilled from the open door. You could already hear the low thrum of music mixed with the sound of laughter and conversation as you reached the entrance. Winnie’s apartment was breathtaking, like something straight out of a luxury lifestyle magazine. The large floor-to-ceiling windows offered a stunning panoramic view of the skyline, where the city lights twinkled beneath the inky night sky. Inside, the party was a perfect blend of elegance and casual fun—the soft amber lights onto marble floors rippling aura, while guests mingled with champagne flutes in hand, their laughter bouncing off the high ceilings. The space itself was expansive, with an open-plan living room that stretched into a beautifully set dining area, adorned with chic decor. A large, sleek bar dominated one corner of the room, where bartenders mixed drinks effortlessly, and a DJ booth was set up on the far side, spinning smooth beats that kept the energy just right. As soon as you stepped inside, the warmth of the party enveloped you. Jude’s hand found the small of your back instinctively, his fingers lightly brushing your skin through the fabric of your dress. You smiled up at him, catching the excitement in his eyes as you both took in the ambiance. He looked dapper, effortlessly blending into the crowd of glamorous partygoers, but he had that quiet air of someone who didn’t care about the glitz—he was here for you, and whilst you knew that, something faltered in the way he touched you now.

“Winnie really outdid herself this year,” you whispered to Jude, eyes scanning the room. The apartment, with its grand style and vibrant guests, was the perfect backdrop for a New Year’s Eve celebration, and yet, you still couldn’t help but be distracted by the feeling of Jude’s presence beside you. He chuckled softly, leaning in close to your ear. 

“Yeah, she knows how to throw a party. But I’m more interested in who I’m spending it with.” His voice was low, that familiar teasing edge in his tone, making you smile despite yourself. And even though you felt smitten by the line there was something about it that felt contrived. As you moved further into the room, Winnie spotted you both and made her way over. Dressed in an impeccably fitted gown, her face lit up in a warm smile as she saw you. She shrugged  doing a twirl for you in a black sequin dress that made every man in there in a trance and you were not exempt. She loved unreal. She came over and pulled you in for a hug, her arms squeezing you tightly. 

“You two made it!” she beamed, pulling back to give Jude a cuddle. “And you look amazing, as always. Prettiest people I know and that’s saying something considering my sister and brother in law.” She giggled.

“Thanks, Win,” you said, laughing as she quickly scanned you from head to toe. “This place is unreal. How do you keep topping yourself every year?” You cooed as a member of the waitstaff handed you champagne.  Winnie waved off the compliment with a modest shrug, though clearly pleased.

 “Oh, you know, just a little something I threw together… you know and boredom without a man this year,” she teased. “Cheers! To a year of love for you to continue and for me to find.” She smiled sweetly.  You clicked her glass gently. With a glass of champagne in hand and Jude’s arm comfortably around your waist, the night began to unfold in waves of laughter, music, and easy conversation. The vibe was perfectly set for a night that would ring in the New Year with both elegance and intimacy. As you and Jude mingled through the crowd at Winnie’s party, surrounded by friends and the glitter of Manhattan’s skyline, you kept sneaking glances at him, trying to read his mind. He was being kind, attentive even, but the nerves underneath were like a current of tension. You knew him well enough to sense it, and it was making you anxious.

At the party, the energy was lively, champagne flutes clinking, people laughing, and the glow of city lights filtering through the large windows. You were trying to enjoy it all, but something felt off. Jude was by your side, but he wasn’t really there. He hadn’t been all night. As the countdown to midnight came and went, you leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as the clock struck midnight. 

“Happy New Year, baby,” you whispered softly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Think we’ll have a good year?” You smiled at him, but his response was muted, almost distant. He just hummed in response, offering a half-hearted smile before pulling away slightly. The warmth you were used to—the way he usually lit up when you were close—was missing. It was starting to gnaw at you. You weren’t used to this, to Jude being so… disconnected. His eyes would dart away when you looked at him, and the usual easy flow of conversation between you both had stuttered into awkward silences. He’d hold your hand, but it didn’t feel as reassuring. Everything felt wrong. It was like the champagne was making you both more emotional; you hurt, Jude nervous. You found Winnie near the bar, sipping her drink and chatting with a few friends. You pulled her aside, the frustration boiling up inside you. “It’s like… I thought things were good,” you said, exasperation creeping into your voice. “But he won’t fucking talk to me.” You snapped. Winnie looked at you, her brow furrowed in sympathy. 

“Do you want me to lie?” She asked you with a sympathetic smile. You shook your head no. “I mean… I noticed when you walked in,” she admitted, her eyes flicking over to where Jude stood, off by himself, seemingly lost in thought. “He’s been keeping his distance. It’s weird. Like it doesn’t feel like it’s a big thing, anything more than tonight, but it’s odd.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair, trying to make sense of it. Jude was never like this. Sure, he’d get quiet sometimes, but never with you. He was always open, always eager to talk things through when something was bothering him. This was different.

“I don’t get it,” you muttered. “It’s like he’s lying to me or something.” You sighed feel defeated and mildly too drunk now. Winnie bit her lip, glancing back at Jude again. 

“Maybe he’s stressed. You know they’re mid season, the England performance...” She tried to justify it. You nodded, but it didn’t feel like stress—not the usual kind, anyway. He wasn’t talking about football or the usual pressures that came with his career. He was just… closed off. In reality, Jude was starting to get nervous. Very nervous. Every time he thought about the proposal he had planned, his stomach knotted up, and the fear of spoiling it by slipping up was making him act weird. He didn’t know how to hide the excitement, the anxiety, and the pressure of keeping such a big secret from you. But you didn’t know that. To you, it just felt like distance. Like something was wrong, and he wasn’t telling you.

“Jude, are you okay?” you finally asked in a quiet moment, pulling him aside to a quieter corner of the party. You tried to keep your voice light, but the worry crept through. “You’ve been acting… weird.” You nervously explained.  He ran a hand over his hair, his eyes darting for a second before they met yours. 

“Yeah, I’m fine, angel,” he said, but it wasn’t convincing. Your heart raced. 

“Okay…Are you sure? Because I can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong. You didn’t… come here to break up with me, did you?” You asked bluntly your question laced with champagne confidence. Jude’s eyes widened in shock, and suddenly, the tension shifted. He let out a soft, disbelieving laugh, shaking his head as he grabbed your hands.

“No, Angel. God, no,” he said, pulling you closer, his voice earnest now. “I didn’t come here to end things. It’s the exact opposite.” He told you with a grin. You blinked, confused. 

“Then what—?” You asked. He sighed, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, his eyes softening. 

“Just let me be in my feels, baby.” He teased a bit, you could sense the joke but he still wasn’t answering your question. “Kicking off another year together. It’s nice just has me thinking.” You raised your brow. Jude could tell you didn’t believe him. “And I’m jet lagged, angel. Promise, I’m okay.”  He reassured you. Maybe you had one too many glasses of Dom because now your apprehension transitioned to excitement. He was thinking about the future. It felt like you were floating suddenly, trying to grasp onto the reality of the moment. He wasn’t leaving you. Maybe… just maybe he was planning a bigger future with you. Jude smiled, his nerves melting into something more tender. “Jet lagged and in love with you. No worries. Hmm?” He cooed once over, kissing your hair. 

“I thought you were going to break my heart,” you murmured against him, your voice shaky torn between excitement and relief. He held you tight, pressing another kiss to the top of your head before he started laugh. You could feel his chest begin to vibrate. 

“Never leaving. I’m here to stay. This year will be good for us… promise.” He cooed. After his clarification any stolen glances at Jude throughout the evening came with a sense that, no matter how luxurious the party or stunning the view of the city, the real magic was in the quiet moments between the two of you. The worry faded, replaced by a quiet, shared anticipation. And so, the New Year began, you looked at Jude with a new sense of certainty. This was it—your future was right in front of you.

When you got home from the New Year’s party, Jude’s mood had shifted so much since the party, it left your head spinning. All night, he’d been distant, distracted, and now since he told you he was fine,  it was as if he couldn’t bear to let you go. As soon as the front door clicked shut, he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling you close before you could even set your bag down. His chest pressed against your back, and his hands rested firmly on your hips, his warmth enveloping you. At first, you froze, surprised by the sudden change. You turned slightly, trying to catch his eye. 

“Jude, baby?” you asked softly, your voice laced with confusion. He didn’t respond immediately, just buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply like he was trying to breathe you in. You gave a half-laugh, half-sigh, raising an eyebrow. “You’re being clingy,” you teased, turning in his arms so you could face him properly. “It’s making me nervous… what did you do?” There was a playful tone in your voice, but deep down, you felt a bit uneasy. The way he’d been acting earlier had already put you on edge, and this sudden affection was a sharp contrast to the distance he’d maintained all evening. It didn’t make sense. Words of certainty aside, his body language had you confused. You studied his face, searching for clues, but his expression was unreadable, his eyes soft but holding something back. Jude let out a small, nervous laugh, but it didn’t reach his eyes. 

“Nah, just missed you,angel,” he mumbled, his voice quieter than usual, almost shy. His grip on you tightened slightly, his arms wrapping more securely around your waist. He gave you a soft smile, but there was something in his gaze—a flicker of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on—that made you pause.

“Uh-huh, sure,” you said, your tone skeptical but light. You studied his face a little longer, trying to figure him out, but he wasn’t giving anything away. His hands slipped to your lower back, pulling you closer until there was no space between you. He leaned down and kissed your temple, then your cheek, before resting his forehead against yours. His touch was tender, his body language needy, like he couldn’t stand the idea of not holding you. Despite your suspicions, you felt yourself softening, your heart melting just a little at the way he clung to you. Maybe he really had just missed you. It wasn’t completely unlike him to be affectionate, but this was different. The way he held you tonight felt more intense, more urgent, like he needed you in a way he hadn’t before. You let out a small sigh, leaning into him, accepting his sudden clinginess even though the shift was still nagging at the back of your mind. “Alright,” you murmured, giving in. “Come on, let’s get to bed, needy boy.” You cooed. Jude’s eyes lit up, just slightly, as if relieved you weren’t questioning him any further. He took your hand and led you to your room, his fingers intertwined with yours, his grip still firm. You couldn’t help but notice the way he kept glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, like he was making sure you were still there, like he was afraid you’d slip away if he let go. When you got to the bedroom you went straight to the mirror to try to unzip your dress yourself but Jude followed close behind, crawling next to you, his body immediately pressing against yours. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You could feel his heartbeat, steady but just a bit quicker than usual, as he buried his face in your hair. “You sure you’re okay?” you asked quietly, your fingers trailing lightly over his arm. You didn’t want to push him too much, but you needed to ask one last time.

“Yeah,” Jude whispered, his voice soft but sure this time. He kissed the back of your neck, lingering for a moment. “Just… wanted to be close to you tonight.” His words melted away the last of your suspicions, and you let yourself relax fully into his embrace. His warmth, his touch, it all felt so familiar, so comforting, that you couldn’t help but lean into him more.

“Okay,” you murmured, letting your eyes flutter closed momentarily. “I missed you too.” Jude tightened his hold on you, pressing another kiss to your shoulder. You couldn’t see it, but behind you, his face was a mixture of relief and nerves. He knew he had a plan, something big, something that was making him act weird—but for now, in this moment, he was just happy to have you in his arms.  Jude's hands lingered on your bare shoulders, tracing the delicate fabric.

"You looked so fucking good tonight, angel," he whispered, his lips moving to brush against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. It wasn’t Jude’s plan to have sex tonight he wanted to kick off his plan in full swing but he couldn’t resist now that he was home alone with you. His hands traveled down your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps, before reaching the zipper at the back of your dress. With a slow, deliberate motion, he slid it down, exposing your bare back. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the cool air on your skin. Jude's fingers danced across your shoulders, gently pushing the dress off, revealing your flawless skin. You stood before him in nothing but a pair of lacy black panties and a matching bra, your boobs straining against the delicate fabric. Jude's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of your naked curves. "You're unreal," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. He reached out, his fingers gently grazing your nipples through the lace, making you gasp. "I want to taste every inch of you." With that, he dropped to his knees, his hands gliding up your thighs, pushing your panties aside. Your breath quickened as you felt his warm breath against your wetness. Jude's tongue teased your clit, circling it slowly, sending waves of pleasure through your body. He explored your folds with his mouth, sucking and licking, driving you wild. You gripped his hair, urging him closer, your hips moving in rhythm with his tongue. His fingers joined the dance, slipping inside your pussy, finding your sweet spot, and thrusting gently. You moaned, your head thrown back, as he brought you to the brink of ecstasy.

"Jude, I'm gonna cum," you whispered, your voice breathless. He increased his pace, his tongue flicking relentlessly, and you exploded in a burst of pleasure. Your body trembled as the orgasm ripped through you, and Jude's mouth devoured your cries, his fingers still working their magic inside you. After your shudders subsided, Jude stood, lifting you into his arms. He carried you to the bed, his strong body cradling yours. Gently, he laid you on the soft sheets, his eyes never leaving yours. He kissed you deeply, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his earlier touches. Your hands roamed over his muscular back, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. With gentle hands, Jude removed your bra, freeing your tits. He leaned down, his mouth capturing a nipple, sucking and teasing it until you arched off the bed, moaning his name. His hand replaced his mouth, squeezing and kneading your sensitive flesh as he kissed his way down your stomach, leaving a trail of kisses.

"I want to feel you around me," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. He positioned himself between your thighs, his hard cock pressing against your pussy. With one swift thrust, he filled you, his length stretching you deliciously. You cried out, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Jude began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. He gazed into your eyes, his expression filled with love and passion. "You feel so good, angel," he murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. He withdrew almost entirely and then thrust back into you, hitting that sweet spot deep within. You matched his rhythm, your bodies moving as one, the friction building to an intense crescendo. Jude's hands gripped your hips, guiding you as he pounded into you, his pace increasing with each thrust. You felt your orgasm building again, an overwhelming tide of pleasure.

"Jude, please, oh fuck,  I'm so close," you whispered, your breath coming in short gasps. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his hips. You climaxed, your pussy clenching around him, rippling along his length, and Jude followed, his body tensing as he filled you with his hot cum. As your orgasms subsided, Jude collapsed onto the bed beside you, pulling you close. He wrapped his arms around you, his chest rising and falling rapidly against yours. You could feel his heart pounding, matching the rhythm of yours. He kissed your forehead, your cheeks, and your lips, sweet and tender kisses that spoke of his love.

"I love you, Y/N, so so much," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "Happy New Year, my angel." You snuggled closer, feeling the warmth of his body and the softness of the sheets. The night had been a whirlwind of passion and pleasure, a bit of confusion, but if you knew one thing it was that Jude knew just how to make it all feel alright when you got into bed. Jude laid beside you pulling you into him. “Did so good for me. You always do so good. So fucking proud of you.” He cooed gently, peeling you off him ever so slightly so he cooed see your eyes. He kissed your forehead before he let you bury your face back into his neck to cling to him. 

“I love you, don’t leave me.” You whined with a pouty bottom lip, Jude could feel against his skin. He chuckled. The feeling of relief of Jude fucking you feeling incredible, but the fear of his behavior earlier still looming pulling you out of your haze.

“Angel… I told you earlier. I’m not going anywhere. Please, believe me. Love you more than anything.” He cooed gently massaging your tired muscles. You still couldn’t shake the emotions that had stirred up throughout the evening. He went silent for a while, just holding you close, but he could feel the way your body still tensed, the way your mind hadn’t fully settled. He kissed your temple, pulling you tighter into his chest, his warmth surrounding you. “I’m not leaving you,” Jude whispered softly, his breath warm against your skin. “Ever. You changed my life, you know that, right, baby?” You hugged him, feeling a sudden rush of emotion again, tears welling up in your eyes before you could stop them. You didn’t understand why they kept coming, but there was something overwhelming about the way he said those words, how certain he sounded. Maybe is was lingering effects of champagne, maybe it was a new year, maybe it was just Jude. You pressed your face into his chest, the tears falling quietly, and Jude noticed immediately.

“Why are you crying, sweet girl?” he asked, his voice gentle but laced with concern. He had a pouty smirk on his face knowing it couldn’t have been something too bad. You laughed through the tears, wiping your eyes.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, feeling a little embarrassed by how emotional you were.  “I think I’m just… happy. Scared? All of it?” You giggled tearfully. Jude chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his thumb stroking your cheek.

“Well, if you want to stop crying for me,” he teased lightly, wiping another tear, “how about coming with me for work this week? We can travel together.” He cooed. You looked up at him, blinking away the last of your tears, and nodded immediately.

“Yeah, okay. I don’t want to be apart, Jude,” you said, your voice soft but firm. You didn’t want even an inch of space between you two right now. The thought of being apart made your heart squeeze uncomfortably. Jude smiled, kissing your forehead. 

“Good,” he murmured. “Because I hate when you cry, and I hate when we’re apart.” He smiled. In reality, though, what you didn’t know was that this trip wasn’t just work. It was the start of Jude’s master plan, the beginning of something much bigger than either of you had ever experienced. He held you close, knowing that the next few days were going to be some of the most important of his life. But for now, all he wanted was to keep you close, to keep you happy and loved, as the first steps of his proposal were about to fall quietly into place. As you drifted off to sleep that night in each other's arms, you couldn't help but wonder what the new year would bring, knowing that with Jude by your side, it would undoubtedly be filled with love, passion, and unforgettable moments.

When Jude asked if you’d travel with him for the week, you hadn’t thought much of it at first. You thought it was you two just being clingy and mushy. He had mentioned it was going to be a busy time for work—promotional appearances, some interviews, the usual whirlwind of his life. You were in New York already, so it felt easy enough to say yes. But there was something in the way he asked, something in his eyes, that made you feel like there was more to it. You didn’t have much time to dwell on it, though, because the next thing you knew, you were getting dressed for dinner. Jude had planned something special. 

You were sitting at the vanity in your ensuite, half-done with your makeup, when Jude came into the room, his reflection appearing in the mirror behind you. You were concentrating on the contour of your nose when you felt his hands gently grab your cheeks, squishing them together playfully.

“Jude, baby! Please!” you whined, laughing, trying to pull away without messing up your makeup. 

“Angel,” He just cooed softly, in that sweet tone that always made you melt, so you stilled, curious as to what he was up to. He leaned down, his face close to yours. “Can I ask you a question?” He asked to ask. His voice was soft, but there was something in it that made your heart pick up speed. After the conversations with Whitney the other week at Parc de Prince, you were suddenly hyper-aware of every little thing he did. You were overthinking and then underthinking things and right now you thought, Oh my god, not like this. Not in his sweats and your makeup only half done, hair a mess, and wearing no bra. Was this it? He took a deep breath, his thumb rubbing along your cheek, and your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest. “Do you want to go on a date with me tonight?” He cooed. You blinked, a little taken aback. That wasn’t what you expected. You let out a breathless giggle, your heart still racing from the build-up. 

“I thought we already were?” you teased, raising an eyebrow at him. He grinned at that, but there was something serious in his eyes.

“Nah, I mean a proper one, angel. I want to take you out. Like, really take you out. Dress up for me, yeah?” You couldn’t help but pout a little at how sweet the gesture was. But then your expression shifted into a real frown when you realized you didn’t have anything nice enough to wear. Your mind was already racing, thinking about whether you could pull something together last minute when Jude, ever so in tune with you, spoke up before you could voice your worry. “Relaxxxx.” He teased with a glint in his eyes. “The carrier’s supposed to drop off your dress by five,” he said with a soft smile, watching your expression change from concern to surprise. You giggled again, your heart swelling at how well he knew you. He had planned this out. You turned around fully in your chair, standing up and wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him closer, kissing the side of his neck. 

“Okay,” you whispered against his skin, swaying with him. “I’ll go on a proper date with you.” You giggled. “Thank you.” Jude hummed in satisfaction, hugging you back, his hands smoothing over your hair. 

“Good… you’re welcome, beautiful,” he whispered back, his lips brushing your temple. You could feel him smiling against your skin, and the thought of what was in store for the evening left you feeling giddy. So you found yourself in a black satin Prada mini dress, just right, just for you from Jude, seated across from him. The night was perfect—too perfect, in a way that made you feel both excited and unnerved. The city lights twinkled around you, casting a glow over the intimate setting, but all you could focus on was Jude. He looked at you with such intensity, his eyes reflecting a depth of emotion you hadn’t quite seen before. As you sat at that table, your legs intertwined beneath it, Jude reached across and took your hand. His thumb traced gentle circles over your skin, grounding you in the moment. He smiled softly, his gaze never leaving yours. Then, in a voice that was steady but filled with emotion, he started to speak.

“You know… I don’t say this enough, but I’m so in love with you,” he began, his words hitting you with such honesty that it felt like they were carving themselves into your heart. He did say it enough but you liked the way he just said it. “You’ve changed my life, angel. I can’t imagine any part of my future without you in it.” He cooed. Your heart fluttered wildly in your chest. You felt exposed, like you were sitting there naked under his gaze, vulnerable in a way you hadn’t expected. Jude wasn’t usually this open, not like this—so raw and unfiltered. And all you could do was hum in response, nodding, but you couldn’t quite find the words. You weren’t used to this level of openness, and the way he was speaking, you should be after being with Jude for so long but the way he held your hand like you were his lifeline, made it hard to breathe for a moment. You could feel his love in every word, in every gentle squeeze of your hand. He was laying his soul bare before you, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. Jude continued, his voice a bit softer, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before. I mean, I’ve loved you since the beginning, but now… it’s different. You’re my home. You make everything make sense.” His confession hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. Your throat tightened, and you squeezed his hand, trying to communicate through your touch what your voice couldn’t at that moment.

“It’s just a little scary, isn’t it?” you added finally saying something but wishing it was anything but that. “How someone can just come into your life and change everything.”

“It is, angel., innit” Jude smiled reassuringly. almost reading your mind. “But I wouldn’t want it any other way.” You bit your lip, trying to steady yourself. Jude had completely turned your life on its head from the moment you met him. And now, sitting here, hearing him tell you these things, it was almost too much. The way he was looking at you—it felt like he was holding your entire heart in his hands. “I’m not just saying this,” he whispered, leaning in slightly. “I mean it. You’re everything to me.” His words, the sincerity in his eyes, the soft glow of the city lights—it all felt like a dream. But you were wide awake, feeling more exposed than you had ever felt. And yet, despite the vulnerability, there was something calming in knowing how deeply he felt for you. 

“I… I feel the same way,” You took a deep breath, finding your voice, though it was barely above a whisper. “It’s just… a lot. You’re a lot.” You gave him a wry smile. You managed, your voice shaking slightly with the weight of the emotions surging through you. Jude smiled back , a small, understanding grin, and gave your hand another gentle squeeze. 

“Yeah, I know,” he said with a soft laugh. “But I think we’re good together. Don’t you?” He cooed gently. You nodded, your heart still racing. 

“Yeah,” you whispered. “We’re good together.” You concurred. You were doing everything in your power not to think about the gravity of this dinner, what it was, what it could mean. As you sat there, his words echoing in your mind, you couldn’t help but wonder what all this meant. The way he was speaking, the intensity of his emotions, the fact that he’d rented out an entire rooftop for just the two of you—it felt like something big was coming. But you pushed the thought away, not wanting to spoil the moment with overthinking. For now, you let yourself relax into the evening, letting Jude’s love wash over you like the warmth of the night air, holding onto the feeling of being seen, being cherished, even if it made you feel exposed. And then… 

That was it. Nothing just dinner, a good wine, some ‘I love yous,’ and then you were home, Jude under the duvet cover eating you out, new designer dress on the floor. In theory it should’ve been perceived as a good night. It was a good night, a perfect night so why did you feel disappointed. 

And so, disappointedly, over something you couldn’t quite label, you and Jude had left the chaos of New York behind, following him on what was supposed to be a work trip. Your hardened heart softened when you arrived in Birmingham. It was for work, you were told but even so, you quickly realized there was more to it than the usual business. Jude had been acting different—more reflective, quieter, as if returning to his hometown had brought up emotions he wasn’t sure how to navigate but you were trying not to think about it too much. One cold, foggy morning, you decided to take a walk together. The air was crisp, biting at your skin as you crossed through a park. Jude was beside you, holding your hand tightly, keeping you close to him as the winter air wrapped around you both. His breath, warm and steady, hovered near your temple, occasionally pressing a soft kiss there as you walked in comfortable silence. The park was beautiful in the winter, the trees bare but dignified, their branches stark against the grey sky. You noticed how the fog clung to the ground, wrapping around the trees and giving everything an ethereal feel. It was quiet, the kind of quiet that allowed thoughts to drift freely, unfiltered and raw. He slowed down for a moment, glancing around the park with a soft smile. 

“You know… this is where Jobe and I used to play football when we were kids,” he said, his voice low, tinged with nostalgia. You looked around, imagining a younger Jude running around with his brother, laughing and carefree. It was a far cry from the man standing beside you now—the one with the weight of the world on his shoulders. You smiled, leaning into him, glad he was sharing this part of his past with you. “Sometimes I think about that kid, you know?” Jude continued, his gaze distant. “The one who used to kick a ball around here for hours without a care in the world. I wonder what he’d think of me now…” You could hear the uncertainty in his voice, the vulnerability he rarely showed to anyone. Jude didn’t like to reflect negatively. If he was going to be introspective he wanted it to be positive. This didn’t feel that way. He sounded… worried. He wasn’t talking about the footballer the world saw. He was talking about the boy he used to be—the one who dreamed big but never knew what was coming. “As cliche as it sounds, I just hope he’d think I’m one of the good ones,” Jude added softly, his gaze fixed ahead, though you knew his mind was far away. “Not just on the pitch, but off it too. I don’t know… I hope he’d think I’m still cool.”You squeezed his hand gently, your heart swelling with affection for him. 

“He’d be proud of you, Jude,” you reassured him, no teasing just genuine feeling behind you’re words. “You’re everything you wanted to be and more. And yeah, you’re actually pretty cool—off the pitch too.” Your voice ever so slightly laced with amusment  He turned to you, a hint of doubt still lingering in his eyes. 

“Yeah? You think so?” he asked, his lips curving into that familiar teasing grin.

“Absolutely,” you said, matching his smile. “You’re one of the most genuine people I know. It doesn’t get cooler than that.” You told him earnestly.  He chuckled softly, a warmth spreading across his face. 

“Well, I know one thing—he’d be gassed to know I’ve got a girlfriend that looks like you.” He cooed with a grin. You laughed, shaking your head at his joke.

“Oh, would he now?” you teased, nudging him playfully as you walked.

“Fuck yeah, I’m still a little in awe myself,” Jude said with a chuckle, clearly enjoying himself. “Little Jude wouldn’t have known what to do with someone like you. He probably would’ve frozen up, all shy and awkward.” You hummed inquisitively, having a hard time imagining Jude go shy. You hugged him tightly, pulling him close and resting your head against his chest, the warmth of his body seeping into you despite the cold. 

“Good thing you know how to act now,” you teased, looking up at him, the light in your eyes mirroring the soft glow of the morning around you. Jude smirked, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Barely… Still just trying to impress you,” he joked, his voice full of affection. But underneath the playful banter, you could sense the deeper layers of his thoughts—his desire to be more than just the footballer people saw on the surface, to be someone worthy of the dreams he had as a kid. “You know, sometimes I think about what I’d tell that kid if I could,” Jude said, a serious tone creeping into his voice. “I’d tell him to dream, and not in a school way, in a way that people will tell him he needs back up plans, not to let anyone tell him he can’t do something.” He cooed and you hummed in agreement. Jude’s whimsy and aspirations were something that drew you to him because you rarely thought outside the confines of societal expectations. “But I’d also remind him to enjoy the little things, like just playing for the love of the game. I wish I could play one more match on this like Jobe and I versus our friends. I wish I remembered the last one.” He told you and you felt a little said hearing it. You nodded with a pout, understanding the weight of his words. 

“Jude… You’ve come a long way. I wish you could remember it too but I don’t think you’ve lost that. I think it’s something that sets you apart in all this. You genuinely like what you do. It’s a job and you’ll perform because you’re an adult working but you also go out there excited to play. I envy how much you love work.” You paused and Jude felt his heart slow. He never had someone really see him. Sure, Jobe, people like Trent understood it because they lived it but to have a partner who really got made his chest ache in a way he couldn’t define. “And you still have that love for the game. I see it in the way you play, in the way you talk about it. It’s still there, even with everything else that comes with it.” He smiled, looking down at you with that gentle affection that made your heart race.  You continued blabbering not knowing you were providing him a comfort he always longed for.

“Thanks, angel. You know… for saying that. It means a lot,” he replied. “Sometimes, it’s easy to get lost in all the noise. But with you, I just can block it all out. Just need you in my ear.” He cooed gently. 

“Right here.” You tapped on his angel tattoo behind his ear. He hummed in agreement.  You squeezed his hand tighter with your other, feeling the warmth radiate between you. “I’m always here, baby,” you promised, leaning in closer, enjoying the way he felt against you, solid and real. As you continued your walk, the fog started to lift, revealing a clearer view of the park. The sun peeked through the clouds, casting a warm glow over everything, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of hope blossoming in your chest.

“I’m glad we’re here together,” Jude said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence. “Not just for my work," he lied but you didn't know that, "but to share this. I don’t get to come back often and in a weird way, even though you’ve been home with me… this park, it’s home for me. It feels special to get you here.” He smiled.

“It is special,” you replied, looking up at him. “Just like you.” He paused, a serious look crossing his face. 

“You know, I want you to be a part of everything in my life. This place, my family… everything.” He told you. Your heart raced at his words, a thrill of excitement mixed with a tinge of apprehension. He reached into his jacket pocket and your heart stopped. You could feel the weight of what he was saying, the unspoken promise hanging in the air between you.

“I want that too,” you said softly, your eyes locked onto his. You tried to slow your heart but you couldn’t and then you let out a breath as he pulled out his phone assumably. You felt dumb for a minute but when Jude kissed your temple you returned to the present.  And in that moment, as you stood together in the park where Jude had played as a child, you felt a deeper connection form—a bond that was as strong as the love that had already grown between you. The future felt uncertain, but with him by your side, you knew you could face anything together.

You left Birmingham, with no ring but you felt closer to Jude in a way that as much as he was a professional footballer, he also was your Jude… Your Jude who was once  little Jude Bellingham, a brummie boy in the park with his brother. Your Jude who you were now onto your next destination with, the worlds biggest footballer right now, in high demand. You arrived in Paris, the air was crisp and inviting, the kind of cold that made you feel alive. You’d warmed up next to Jude, not complaining yet. It was nice to be in a place that held so many memories, especially now that you were sharing it with him. As you strolled hand in hand, you passed by that little café, the one you and your mum used to visit, the one you had gone to with Jude as well.  You couldn’t help but smile, recalling the laughter and warmth that had filled those moments. The café had a timeless quality to it. The cobbled streets outside, the soft chatter of Parisians in the background, the way the light filtered through the windows and cast a warm glow over everything—it all made you feel like you’d stepped into a memory. But this time felt different, because Jude was here, every time Jude came to France, his presence made everything more vibrant, more real.

“Here?” you questioned, pointing the cafe out to Jude. He nodded eagerly, his eyes brightening at the thought of getting to experience a piece of your past again. As you stepped inside, the familiar aroma of fresh coffee and pastries enveloped you, instantly making you feel at home. Jude found a cozy corner table, and you both settled in. He ordered a bundle of everything—croissants, pain au chocolat, and something that resembled a small fruit tart. You chuckled, watching him interact with the barista in his charming yet butchered French, letting him fend for himself. The warmth of the café contrasted with the chilly air outside, creating a comfortable atmosphere where you could relax and enjoy each other’s company. As you waited for your order, Jude pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you to keep you warm. 

“This is dumb,” you giggled, feigning annoyance even as you melted into him. But you didn’t mind; you loved feeling his warmth against you.

“Hey, it’s practical , I’m cold. I need you, angel,” he retorted playfully, his breath tickling your ear. “Besides, it’s the perfect excuse to be close to you.” His voice was low and sincere, and you could feel the flutter of your heart at his words. You nestled into him, feeling safe and cherished as he tightened his grip around you. The bustling sounds of the café faded into the background, and all you could focus on was him. He looked at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Angel, can I say something serious…” You nodded sheepishly. You hadn’t clocked this would be the third emotional monologue in a third sentimental pIace. “I’m so grateful you let me in,” he said quietly, sincerity lacing his tone. “Getting to see your world, to experience places with you… it’s different. In your world, your Paris.” He cooed  Your heart swelled at his words. You had shared countless stories about your memories in Paris, but hearing him acknowledge them made everything feel more tangible. You watched the steam rising from your coffee, swirling upward, mixing with the cool air as it escaped into the open space of the café.

“It means a lot to me that you want to be a part of it, that you even want to be with me in these places,” you replied, looking up at him. “This city, this cafe, holds so much of my heart. Sharing it with you always make it feel even more special.” Jude’s expression softened as he gazed into your eyes, a mixture of love and admiration reflected back at you. 

“I’ll be honest… I wasn’t crazy about Paris before, hearing Aurel and Cama yap on and on about how great it is… but with you,” he said, gesturing toward the café, then to the view outside where people walked by, laughing and chatting. “Not too bad, angel.” He smirked. The barista brought over your pastries, and the moment shifted back to lightheartedness as Jude’s eyes lit up at the sight of the food. You took a bite of the flaky croissant, savoring the buttery flavor as you watched him take a big bite of his pain au chocolat. He grinned at you, chocolate smeared across his cheek, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Tu es un désastre.”  [you're a mess.]  You teased, reaching up to wipe the chocolate smudge away. He leaned into your touch, a playful glint in his eye.

“Oh, did you say I’m beautiful?” He smirked teasingly mocking you knowing that certainly wasn’t what you said. You rolled your eyes.  You both spent the next hour indulging in pastries and sharing stories, the café’s warmth wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. Each moment felt like a treasure, a glimpse into the life you were building together. The conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and playful banter, creating a tapestry of shared memories you would cherish forever. As you finished your coffees, Jude took your hands in his, looking serious again. “I hope you know how important this place is to you. But whether it’s a place, a thing, a job, a person… Anything that is important to you…I will care about just as much you do, angel. You are the most important thing to me.” You smiled, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over you. 

“That means a lot to me…” You meekly told him feeling a bit pouty about the sentiment. At one point, it used to feel like Jude's world consisted of Jude's things and you were just in it before but Jude had made such an effort to show you that's not how things were.

“I know often it feels like footie is the most important thing in the world to me… but it’s not, angel.” He leaned in, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, the café around you fading away once again. In that moment, surrounded by the scent of coffee and the soft murmur of conversation, you knew that Paris would always hold a piece of your heart, but it was Jude who made it feel complete. Jude’s hand, warm and familiar, rested on your knee beneath the table, and you smiled as he absentmindedly traced small circles with his thumb. The city was so alive outside, but here, with him, it was quiet, as if the world had slowed down just for the two of you. You glanced around, taking in the details—the chipped paint on the wooden tables, the faint hum of jazz playing softly from the speakers, the soft murmur of voices around you. This café had always been special to you, a piece of your childhood tucked away in the heart of Paris. It was a place where your mum had brought you, where you’d sat at these same tables as a little girl, sipping hot chocolate and watching the world go by. Now, though, it held something more. It wasn’t just your past anymore—it was becoming your present, your future. You and Jude sat here together, creating new memories in a place already so rich with them. You took a final  sip of your coffee, its warmth spreading through you, and glanced at Jude. His face was soft, his gaze focused on you, and it made your heart ache in the best way. He always had this way of looking at you, as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

“It’s nice here, isn’t it?” you said, your voice gentle as you broke the silence. “Reminds me of my mum but being here with you. Adding more memories to this place… always makes me really happy. ” You smiled.  Jude smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, but before he could respond, a flood of emotion welled up inside you, and the words you hadn’t planned on saying slipped out. “I don’t think I could survive if things fell apart now.” You admitted almost unwillingly. You hadn’t meant for it to come out that way. It was too raw, too honest, and the vulnerability of it hit you like a wave. You blinked, your gaze dropping to your hands as you traced the edge of your cup, suddenly unsure of what to do with the emotions bubbling inside you. The fear of losing him, of losing everything you’d built together, had been sitting quietly in the back of your mind for some time, but saying it out loud made it real. Jude’s hand stilled on your knee, and for a moment, the world outside felt impossibly far away. You risked a glance up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. His face was serious now, his eyes searching yours as if he were trying to see into the very depths of your soul. This conversation was swinging like a pendulum and with real force. You weren't sure why but lately your dependency on Jude and your love for him had you terrified by the thought of loosing him. You bit your lip, suddenly regretting your confession. What if it was too much? What if you’d laid your heart bare, and it scared him away? But then, slowly, Jude set down his coffee cup and leaned forward, his hands reaching out to cradle yours. His touch was warm, grounding, as he gently turned your hands over in his palms, his thumbs brushing over your skin in a way that sent shivers down your spine.

“Hey,” he whispered softly, drawing your attention back to him. His voice was low, intimate, as if this moment were just for the two of you, tucked away from the rest of the world. “You’re not going to lose me, angel. Not ever. Never.” The weight of his words settled between you, heavy and comforting. You swallowed, blinking back the emotions that had risen too quickly. His grip on your hands tightened, and you could feel the sincerity in his touch, in the way his eyes stayed locked on yours, unwavering. “I love you,” Jude said, his voice stronger now, more certain. “I protect the things that matter to me the most. And you, us, this relationship—this is everything to me.” Your breath caught in your throat as his words sank in. The fear that had been sitting in your chest for so long, the worry that had been eating at the edges of your happiness, slowly began to dissolve. You hadn’t even realized how much you’d needed to hear those words until now. You felt like you knew that. Everyone around Jude knew he care about the people closest to him but in the chaos. It was nice to hear… no, it was everything to hear. Jude’s hands moved to your face, gently cupping your cheeks, his thumbs brushing the soft skin beneath your eyes. “I promise you,” he murmured, his voice tender, “I’m not going anywhere. I protect this because… this is my life. You’re my life.” You closed your eyes for a moment, letting the warmth of his touch and the truth of his words wash over you. The café, the city, the world outside seemed to fade away until there was nothing left but the two of you, sitting together in this quiet, intimate moment. When you opened your eyes again, Jude was still watching you, his face soft, full of love. 

“I love you too,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, but in the quiet of the café, it was enough. You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his, your breath mingling with his in the cool air.  Jude’s lips found your temple, his kiss soft and lingering as he pulled you closer. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly, as if he could shield you from all the fears and worries that had been swirling inside you. It didn’t really matter about what came next because the present was perfect. And in that moment, you realized that this was what it meant to be truly safe. Not just in this café, or in this city, but with him. You stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, your coffee forgotten, the cold outside kept at bay by the warmth of your connection. And as you sat there, the memories of your childhood, of your past, seemed to weave seamlessly with the life you were building now, with Jude by your side.

“Thank you for letting me in,” Jude whispered against your skin, his voice full of emotion. “For letting me be part of your world.” He cooed once more for good measure. You pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes, your heart full. 

“Thank you for being in it. I like that it's ours now," you whispered back, and in that moment, everything felt right. When you left the cafe, the air was crisp, a chill that made you pull your coat tighter around you, but the streets of Paris glowed with a golden warmth that made everything feel magical. You and Jude walked in comfortable silence, the quiet hum of the city around you like a soft melody. The world seemed smaller, cozier, when you were with him, like no matter where you went, he was the one that made everything feel like home. Paris had always held a special place in your heart, but tonight, it wasn’t the city that was giving you that sense of belonging—it was him. You glanced at Jude, watching the way the streetlights cast soft shadows across his face, making him look even more handsome, if that was possible. He caught you staring and grinned, that lopsided smile of his that always made your heart skip a beat. You couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a rush of warmth that had nothing to do with the chilly night. As you reached the corner of the street, you impulsively grabbed onto the lamp post, swinging around it playfully, the cold metal cool against your hands. 

“Did I ever tell you how much I like you?” you teased, your voice light, playful, as you spun to face him. Jude stopped in his tracks, raising an amused brow as he took a step closer, pulling you into his arms. The light from the streetlamp bathed the two of you in a soft, golden glow, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world had faded away. You were only aware of the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the smell of his cologne, and the way his hands rested on your hips, grounding you in the moment.

“Like me?” he repeated, his voice teasing but low, full of affection. He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above yours. “As in, like me as a person? Or…” He trailed off, his eyes twinkling with mischief. You giggled, the sound escaping before you could stop it, and he smiled wider, pulling you even closer. 

“I mean, I love you despite the things that should drive me crazy,” you teased back, trying to hold onto your composure but knowing full well he saw right through you. Before you could finish your thought, Jude kissed you, silencing your laughter with a soft, lingering press of his lips. His hands slid up to cup your face, his thumbs brushing lightly across your cheekbones as he deepened the kiss. The cold air nipped at your skin, but with Jude’s body warm against yours, it felt like the perfect kind of contradiction—cold night, warm heart. When he pulled back, his eyes were still locked on yours, his face soft and open. 

“I like you too, angel,” he whispered, his voice almost reverent. There was something so pure in the way he said it, like it held a deeper meaning than the words themselves. You swayed together under the streetlight, wrapped in each other, the world spinning gently around you as if it were dancing along with the two of you. The golden light flickered across Jude’s face, casting shadows that only made him look more breathtaking. You leaned into him, your head resting against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your cheek. It was a sound you could get used to, the comforting rhythm that told you he was there, with you, no matter where you went. Drunk on love and the magic of the night, you let out a soft sigh, feeling a happiness that seemed to bubble up from the very core of your being. It wasn’t just Paris that felt perfect tonight—it was this moment, this connection, this love that wrapped itself around you like the softest, warmest blanket. With Jude, every place you visited, every street you walked down, every moment felt like home. It didn’t matter if it was Paris, Madrid, or somewhere you’d never been before—he was the one who made the world feel right. And this very feeling was exactly what Jude was striving for… It was exactly what he wanted you to know. You lifted your head to look at him again, your heart swelling at the sight of him, illuminated by the glow of the streetlamp, looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

“I love you,” you whispered, your voice soft but filled with the weight of everything you felt. Jude’s lips curled into a smile, and without saying a word, he leaned down and kissed you again, the night wrapping itself around you both as if sealing the promise of everything that was still to come.

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“How about you, bro? Do you have a crush on anyone in this room?”

Itto was looking at Heizou with wide eyes, expectant. You had no idea how free-time led straight to this conversation, but everyone was sharing their crushes in the other class or a whole school away. Most of the class was huddled together in a circle, watching the exchange with equal faces of amusement and anticipation. You sat on the same side but made yourself comfortable in a corner, swaddled in a brown cloud-patterned hoodie.

Heizou hummed thoughtfully, drawing it out as everyone else held their breath while you held in a laugh. “A crush? Why do you want to know?”

“Come on, dude, we all wanna know what Shikanoin Heizou’s type is! Right? Don’t we?” Itto grinned at the affirmative murmurs that erupted all around. Perhaps it was because, to them, Heizou was the most mysterious one of all—he knows everything about anyone, but it wasn’t the same when it came to him.

Heizou just laughed. Itto pouted, then whipped his head around to direct his attention to you.

Flinching under his fiery gaze, you demanded, “W-What?”

“You’re best bros with him, aren’t you? You gotta know what his type is! He never talks about the girls in our school!”

Well. It would be for the best if he didn’t. You shook your head and matched Heizou’s amused grin. “I don’t know, either, honestly. He’s probably too busy burying his face in mystery novels to care about all that.”

Itto visibly sagged. “Lame. You two are so lame! Well— what about you? Do you have a type?”

“Of course I do.” The class perked up, interested. They began piping up with a list of names and features—tall, serious, light-haired. Heizou was slowly getting more agitated by each feature that described his complete opposite. “I like smart guys.”

Itto nodded. “I guess you wouldn’t be able to resist me.”

You chuckled. “You got me right there.”

Heizou’s chair scraped the floor, followed by his light footsteps. You watched, heart racing, as he made his way towards you before pinning his arms on your desk.

“You never told me that,” Heizou said. “Have I told you my type?”

You grinned. “Do you even have one?”

Heizou drew closer. Your vision blurred, and you went cross-eyed trying to follow him. Lumine, who was sitting peacefully beside you, inched away.

“When they wear glasses—just like this one,” Heizou whispered, your lenses fogging a little from his breath.

Your face burned.

“Wait, what? What did he say? Did anyone catch that?” Itto huffed when no one did, in fact, hear that—which was for the best. They didn’t have to know how deep Heizou’s voice got as he stared right into your eyes.

“Well,” Heizou leaned back and smiled innocently at the class and a despaired Itto, “this was an enlightening conversation, but I realized I don’t actually know my best bud that well. You understand, right, Itto?”

Itto nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah—yes! I know, man, I get it. Real buds have serious conversations—I understand. You’re welcome for rekindling your friendship.”

“Thanks, man,” Heizou said distractedly, taking your hand and leading you out of the classroom.

“They’re such best buds,” Itto said, starting to cry.

[ashthewaterghoul]

I assume at one point all of the Papas had a “favorite” Ghoul to sleep with and to -sleep- with. Who’s bedding down with whom?

Oooo okay...

I'm going to go off "canon" and only use the Ghouls that each Papa had with them on stage.

First, literal sleeping with,

Primo - Earth.

They are very close, manning the greenhouses and flower beds together at any chance they get. Often they like to nap together before, during or after their work, or just sleep through the night in each other's beds. Earth also grows and makes teas that relax Primo, and help him sleep through the night. A rare occurrence since his rise to Papa-hood, because he had to spend so much time away from his beloved fratellini, and was often worried sick about them. Even more so following their rises, and their trips away.

Secondo - Omega.

Secondo is a world class insomniac. Quintessence can knock him right out and make him feel rested when he wakes up in the morning. Those treatments from the infirmary just make him feel worse, and the strength he needs poses a great risk of severe side effects. Omega gets to be privy to the lovely sight of a peaceful Secondo. He smiles in his sleep and looks about 10 years younger. Secondo always feels safe being held by the big Quint.

Terzo - Alpha.

Yes, he may be the Ministry's resident asshole like 99% of the time, but that 1% is reserved for those he loves. Terzo is one of them. Terzo always pushes himself way too much in a desperate attempt to impress the Clergy, and has a lot of chronic pain leftover from sprains and injuries he refused to sit out for long enough to heal. Alpha's natural heat helps soothe it, and it's just so fucking cozy. Terzo also feels very very very safe in the hold of his Fire Ghoul that would rip the world apart just to get him the last sandwich, and often gets some of the best nights sleep ever.

Copia - Phantom.

The little Ghoul had been through a lot in the pits and during their early days topside. Phantom often craved the protection that Copia assured them they would receive in his charge, but felt like too much of a burden to ask for it. Often, Phantom would sleep on the floor by Copia's bed so they didn't wake him up. But Copia, ever restless, would find Phantom on the floor and lift them into his bed. Phantom eventually realised it was okay to ask, and Copia gave them a spare key for the room. Phantom felt safe, and Copia loved protecting his little pipistrello, often feeling like they were the child he never had. They both sleep very well on those nights.

Okay now the other kind of sleeping with...

MDNI from this point on, obviously.

Primo - Omega.

Primo has some horrific joint pain, but with a lovely dose of Quintessence, he feels younger than his brothers all over again. He adores how Omega is oh-so-careful with how much Quintessence the Papa is receiving and how he'll give Primo anything he wants. Whether it be fast or slow, rough or soft. Anything. Primo just gets to let go of worries about how his body will react and live out all the fantasies he could ever dream of, whether he's in command or not. And Omega will always help him deal with the after-effects.

Secondo - River.

Idk, it just makes sense to me. He made the mistake of looking over to River playing the bridge of 'Stand By Him', thrusting his bass into the audience. Bro's been fixated ever since. Secondo finds River is one of the only people he can completely drop his guard around & give into whatever that graceful & strong Water Ghoul wants of him. Secondo usually tops or at least doms all his sexual encounters, it's what everyone expects of him & he finds he can't drop that front. But he can let go & be River's. Secondo only ever subs for River, and for River only. He loves when River just uses him. No respect for his rank or what he represents, he's just as good as a common whore. Also loves when River makes love to him & builds Secondo back up piece by piece.

Terzo - Omega.

Need I explain? I don't think so but I will anyway lol. Omega was the first Ghoul that Terzo saw, interacted with and slept with. You never do forget your firsts, after all. Terzo chose his colour for his robes to match Omega's eyes and magic, and if they could soul-bond and mate in the way Ghouls did, they would do it. They did try, but the magic washed over Terzo and left Omega with a half-fulfilled bond that weighed on him constantly unless he was near Terzo. So naturally they go at it like rabbits and rarely spend a lot of time apart.

Copia - Cumulus.

HEAR ME OUT!!!! Copia loves all his Ghouls, but especially Cumulus. When Copia noticed he'd gained some weight, he became incredibly self-conscious. He quite literally fell on his knees one night and begged her for how she did it. And Cumulus worshiped that man. She kissed all along his stomach, ground herself onto the gorgeous rolls of pudge and made him feel so loved that he couldn't help but love himself. He loves being in control of their encounters, but what he loves even more than that is Cumulus being the sexiest Dominatrix you ever did see (he absolutely calls her 'Mommy' btw). They can also be just as soft, and are on the regular, just like that fateful night. Copia also returns the favour on the odd day when Cumulus struggles with her own self-image. There's just an understanding there, and no one can match it.

[kombuuuu]

Okay so this song, right?

Now the original version (the one above) is fun so you don’t realize it, but when you listen to the MTV Unplugged version (the one below) you realize that it’s really fucking sad

So, upon doing research, I learned that the song is about asking someone to give them a chance. ‘Take on me, take me on’ is saying, “give me chance, let me try.”

And what did that make me think of? Earth 42! Miles Morales.

Think about it.

Reader likes him, he likes them, but he’s scared of (A) being abandoned, (B) giving them a reason to leave, or (C) hurting them. He doesn’t think he’s good enough, and that makes it hard to be happy.

But reader? They know. They get it. And they know that, with communication and a little bit of faith, it can work. So they’re literally telling him to give it a chance. To let it work.

This is what my silly little brain does sometimes.

he so baby

also wtf why would u bring up this song it’s been years but tlou is still fresh on the mind bro wtf wtf what the hell

Take me on, Please.

42!Miles Morales x GN!Reader

—

Not a day passed when Miles hasn’t thought of you. When he was ‘working’, or in school — or in the late of night, trying so hard to get to sleep, but with the image of you making the back of his eyelids burn. He stayed awake to maybe escape them— And you still couldn’t leave his mind.

His room would get too dark, and when the ceiling would start to form your silhouette, he would give up. And resign to the deeps of his own mind. Resign to you.

He would toss and turn, clutching his bedsheets in bruised knuckles.

He would slide the other hand down his face, would relish in the pain, pull his skin. Pick at his hands, grip his hair. Would lay lax, and think and think and think.

Until he couldn’t — Until, like to his thoughts. He would concede.

And he’d call you — and you’d answer, and he’d sigh — relieved, stressed, scared, loved.

—

He’d try to avoid you, don’t get him wrong — he would.

He would ignore your texts, and skip his classes when he knew you were in them. He’d pick the locks to the schools roof, sit legs crossed on the touch concrete, and watch the students idle below him.

But it’d only last so long.

He’d call you, dead of night. Then wake up to a “gud morning C:” text the morning after, and he’d scroll through everything he’d missed and reply to every one.

He’d get scolded by his Momma for skipping class, and bashfully return to your shared table — you welcoming him back with a smile and a pencil already in your hand, ready for him to ask. Because you knew he never brought one, you knew him.

You’d see him from your spot on the courtyard, chatting with your other friends. The ones he’d envy for being so carefree with you.

And you’d send him a discreet wave, watching him stiffen as you put a finger to your lips in sworn secrecy.

“My lips are sealed

(I wish you’d shut them).”

You were a plague. A torturous, sickeningly sweet plague.

—

You huffed to yourself as you made your way up the last set of stairs, leaning on your knees a little at the top and cursing Miles for being difficult.

You groaned again as you pushed up, grasping the doors handle and opening it with ease.

The boy in question was sat on the edge of the roof, watching students and teachers alike.

“You ‘kay?”

He barely flinched, head titling towards you for a moment in consideration, eyes never meeting yours, but he saw your concern through his peripherals.

“Mm..” He hummed in acknowledgment, a relatively positive — but somewhat unsure sound.

Your brows furrowed slightly, lips curling in on themselves for a moment in silent disagreement.

He didn’t want to speak on it, so you wouldn’t make him.

You walked to his side, and he watched the way the world shifted around you, almost revolved around your movements.

He sighed and turned to face in front of him again — desperate not to meet your eye.

You sat down, your feet sidling off the edge of the roof in swift movements, just like he had. His breath stuttered in worry, and he had an instinct to pull you back. Keep you safe from the dangers he seemed to bring — but that would be counterproductive, wouldn’t it?

But you were fine, and your feet had started kicking. He huffed, scratching away the smile that tried to surface and shoving it back down.

He sniffed, leaning back on one of his hands.

He was so smooth, calculated. Like every movement he made had a lifetime worth of of thought put into it. Maybe it was just confidence, sureness in himself.

Maybe you missed the tremble in his hands, the irritated and blushed skin of his knuckles, creaking with every movement and splitting every night.

The way his skin peeled around the bed of his nails, dry and lifted.

You admired his controlled breathing, and he struggled to steady it — heart rate rising with his efforts.

It’s like you didn’t understand the effect you had on him, oblivious to his nervous nature.

He refocused, and the way the wind hit your face, tracing along the shape of your lips, ruffling your clothes in a soft breeze.

He would envy it — if it didn’t feel stupid.

You gazed at shifting clouds and blue skies, smiling at the hint of the Moon you could still see. And he watched, ever observing in your prose.

“You know —,” He savoured the way your lips moved, how they curled around each word “,—I’d never push you to talk to me, Miles. I’d never be that person.” You glanced at him, and the pulse of electricity that ran through his spine when your eyes met his, it was anything but healthy.

“I know.”

He affirmed your statement, knowing you had never, and would never force him to be open with you. He’d wish you were more demanding.

You hummed and turned back to the sky, eyes shining against sunlight, dancing with something too caring, too intimate for him. He turned to the sky.

“You can talk to me, though.”

He closed his eyes and sighed, shivering at your tone of voice.

“I know.”

“Good.”

“Do you want me to?”

It was your turn to stutter now, breath catching in your throat and trying to find the right words.

“I—“ You laughed nervously, hands fiddling with the little weeds that had sprouted between seems of concrete. “,I wouldn’t wanna be pushy—“

“[Name].”

You stopped, guiltily humming in acknowledgment. If he didn’t want to—

“Mirame.”

Miles pulled you out of your thoughts, watching the shame well behind your eyes, like the mere thought of being overbearing was something to fear.

Your eyelashes fluttered when you looked at him, and the sight made him swoon.

He tilted his head towards you, braids sliding down his shoulders, encouraging you to go on — and you conceded, a subtle frown gracing your features.

“I do.”

He sighed, relieved — and perturbed.

“I can’t..,” You bit your lip and let him find his footing. “,..I can’t talk to you, I want to,”

His heart was stuck in his throat, constricting it enough to suffocate — he’d wished it would claw the confessions out of him.

I cant.”

Your eyes flickered to his hands beside your own, watching them twitch before you met his gaze again, heavy and heart-felt.

“I know.”

—

You were determined. The previous apprehensions you’d felt and faced being forced away in a moment of clarity.

You needed him to talk to you, needed him to be open. He’d never get himself there alone.

You needed him to know you could take him. You wanted to try. At the very least.

You slipped your hands down the windowsill, dangling off the edge and checking to see if you could drop down.

When the fire escape touched the tips of your toes, you let go, listening to see if you’d been to loud as you slowly lowered onto your heels.

When no movement seemed to be heard without your apartment, you turned to the steps, making your way down as quiet as possible and jumping off the last step. You landed on the pavement with a stumble before you righted yourself.

“Ahh, Shit—,” A stray pedestrian sent you you a weird look and you chuckled nervously, muttering an apology and scattering off to find Miles in the vast of a city’s night.

—

You were nearing the corner of his street, his apartment coming into view as you walked. You watched the plants Momma Rio had set on her windowsill sway in a light breeze, and the light flicker different colours from her TV before your eyes drifted towards Miles’ window.

It was dark in there, but you knew he preferred it like that.

He might’ve been asleep, considering how late it was — but it wasn’t likely.

He might’ve lost his passion for art, but you knew sometimes, when he thought no one was looking — he’d sketch or draw whatever came to mind.

Sometimes glancing at the copic markers his dad had got him, the ones he shoved under his bed, before harshly furrowing his brows and disregarding the thought.

The ringing of a stores bell grabbed your attention, whipping your head to the left. A lone man walked out of what looked to be a convenience store, waving to the store clerk with a smile and a cheerful goodbye before going on his way.

You eyed the store, checking its contents through the ceiling to floor windows and purposefully ignoring the graffiti littering them.

When your eye caught onto a Prowler themed face mask (strawberry scented!), you smirked to yourself and headed in.

—

The Prowler wasn’t something exactly looked down upon by the public, if anything — he was favoured.

People were weary at first, scared even. Of the man going around killing strangers, but true to the way of the general public — when the victims names had been revealed, and a string of murders all lined up and marked with a signature slash to the throat —, people had begun to investigate.

And every immoral thing those ‘Victims’ had ever done was brought to light.

No matter how many times the government tried to quiet those things down, to save face, whatever forum you decided to look just a tad deeper in—…

Safe to say he was admired.

So seeing things branded with The Prowler theme wasn’t very out of the blue.

Which is why, walking out of that store, you now had a bag filled to the brim with Prowler merch (?), to tease said Prowler with.

—

Miles followed along to the song playing in his headphones, bouncing his head to Kendrick’s words and mouthing the lyrics with him.

The sketches he made along thick paper formed the shape of your body, the same silhouette stuck in his mind now stained clean paper in led.

He flicked his pencil up slightly, curling is to the shape of your neck and slip of your shoulder. He leant back, trying to see his work from a new angle and take it — you — in from a full scale.

He admired your features before going to fix a smudge on the right side of the page just as the song came to a close.

Through the fade-out, a small ‘clack’ caught his attention.

He dismissed it, glancing in the direction of his window and playing it off as a stray leaf.

Until it happened again a minute later.

He groaned, pausing the song, which he wasn’t happy about — because IFHY is not something you just ‘pause’ — and ripping his headphones out. Spinning on his chair and launching off towards the window, his chair rolled back at his sudden movement, but he was too caught up eyeing the glass to pay attention as to where it went.

He crept closer with a sneer on his face, and as he passed the shelf, reached back behind a book to grab his gun.

Better safe than sorry, was what his Uncle told him.

He ducked behind the wall next to his window, legs crouched enough to have him able to peek smoothly.

His breath left him at the sight of your creased brows, a furrow in them he couldn’t explain. Your lips parted as you focused on aiming at his window, a moment later — another clack, and he almost snorted as the small rock hit the glass and you bent to pick it up again.

Reaching forward and dragging his body in view of the window, he slammed it open, glaring playfully down at you.

Your head snapped up, caught with a stone in your metaphorically red hands.

You smiled up at him, sheepish and unbelievably sweet.

He crossed his arms, raising his brows with an expecting look on his face, he wasn’t mad — could never be — but he wouldn’t let *you know that.

“Hey—,” You dragged out the ‘y’ with an awkward laugh. “,Morales. Funny ahh—,”

You sniffed and shifted to stand up straight again.

“,Funny seein’ you here.”

His smile grew as he watched you cringe at yourself, rolling his eyes and snarking at you.

“At my house?”

“More an apartment, you know? My personal preference, I’ll say—,”

“[Name].”

He titled his head down at you with a condescending look in his eyes. You laughed again, just as nervous as before, and swung the bag in your hand to occupy them.

“Yeah— Sorry.”

He bent over, leaning his elbows on his windowsill and letting his free hand hang over the edge, hiding the gun behind the wall.

He flashed it at you and you made a sour face, giving him a deadpanned look as he smirked.

“Really?”

“Not my fault you showed up without so much as a text.” His tone dipped lower, teasing your decisions to surprise someone you *knew to be a vigilante.

You pouted, puffing your cheeks up in dismay and crossing your arms, dropping the rock as you went. The bag shifting with your movements caught his attention and he gave it a questioning look before focusing back on you when you spoke.

“And here I thought I could come and surprise my best friend without a glock getting pulled on me.” You dramatically tipped your head up at him, exposing your neck and jawline for him to eye.

“Ooh, yeah — poor you, huh?” He bit his lip and watched you peek at him, fighting off a smile.

“Yes. Poor me. So poor, in fact — that I’m standing out here,” You looked to the left and he followed, both of you going quiet as someone left their apartment.

You awkwardly waved when they gave you a weird look. As soon as they were out of earshot, you lowered your voice to a harsh whisper and whined up at him. His fingers twitched at the expression you wore, watching you with a keen eye.

“,looking like a fucking psycho!”

“More like a schitzo. Talk’n to yo’self.”

“Miles!”

He snorted, turning to set the gun back in its place and returning to the window, he watched you look around again and tap your foot impatiently before you caught his eye once more.

“Here, I’ll buzz you up, Bambi.”

You gave him a curious look and begun to speak before he rushed out of your view, hearing you mutter to yourself —,

“Bambi?”

—

Going up to meet him wasn’t hard, neither was sneaking through his apartment, giggling with him when he was too caught up looking at you to watch where he was going, and ending up knocking his foot on his coffee table. He cursed into the dark room, a harsh whisper — before forgetting his pains when you snickered at him. Putting a hand over your mouth to quiet yourself and the other gripping your bag tighter. He watched the Moons light hit your eyes and make them sparkle something romantic, and when you offered him a questioned “You okay?”, he just laughed with you.

Being with you was so, so easy.

You both eventually stumbled into his room, shucking off your shoes by his door and sitting cross legged, facing each other on his bed.

Not before he rushed to hide the drawing of you while you were preoccupied with your shoes.

Short quips and poking insults were thrown at each others’ stupidity, throughout.

“Not my fault you weren’t paying attention!”

“Actually, it was.”

“What was that?”

“I said ‘I was’!”

You scoffed at him and rolled your eyes, “Liar, you were too caught up eyeing my bag!”

He smirked, voice low and smooth, “What’d you bring—? Protection?”

A sudden burst of laughter left you before he put a hand over your mouth, shushing you through his own gavelled chuckles.

You peeled his hand off your mouth by his wrist, holding it between you both and gave him a sly smile.

“You’re gonna want some real protection in a second.”

He raised his brows, turning his palm over to trace his fingers over your palm.

“Oh yeah?”

You hummed an affirmation before using your other hand to set down the bag. The one he had in his own going limp in his hold.

“Yup. But you won’t deny me.”

“I won’t?”

His accent curled smoothened over the words, dripping honey malt into your ears.

“Nuh uh.”

Another chuckle was granted at your antics before it suddenly ceased, only as soon as you pulled out the first item.

“Is that—,”

“Yeah.”

“And you want—“

“Yuh huh.”

“God, [Name]. Where did you even find this!” His hand dropped your own and you couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

Watching him grab the mask with a scrunched up look on his face was worth it, though.

“It’s honestly pretty popular—,”

“We’re not doing this!” He glanced up at you through his lashes, and when he caught you already watching him, he shut down his fluttering heart by focusing on the item in hand.

“Oh, yes we are —! And there’s more!”

“Nah. No fuckin’ way.”

You bit your lip and rummaged through the bag again, and his attention was stolen by you once more.

Flame from a candle *you got him complimenting your features in a romantic light.

The longer he admired you, the more he realised he could never possibly do you justice. No still drawing could ever compare to the real thing.

Nothing could compare to you.

“Look! There’s even a hand mask! It has claws like you, it’s so cute—…”

Your voice faded in and out through his mind, more so focused on the way your lips moved than anything. On how your eyes kept flicking to look into his, exaggerated hand movements emphasising your excitement in a way he could only describe as endearing.

You were so soft, so sweet to him.

He couldn’t love you, he couldn’t let you love him.

Not with your innocence, your purity. Something so simple to have, and yet complicated to love.

He didn’t want to ruin you, to taint your view of this world — and of him.

Your candidness wasn’t built on naïveté, but trust, and hope for virtue. You believed in good, believed that not everything was black and white — and that some things were.

There was simplicity in you, that could only be admired by a troubled mind. Those with troubled existence longed to have the tranquility of a partner rid of pain. To have someone they could shield from the depths they’d travelled, and to never let them lie witness to the bottom of a raging sea.

He’d never let you feel pain like he has.

And yet, he can’t help but feel he’d be one to cause it.

The things he did were dangerous, the life he lived was worse. He’d get killed, or get you killed.

He couldn’t do that to you.

You gently grabbed his hands, snapping him out of his spiralling as you examined them.

“You might not be able to do the hand mask—…” You looked up at him again, a thoughtful squint to your eyes. “Got a lot of cuts.”

You looked down again and his breath escaped him, Miles watched your nose twitch as you considered his wounds, his hand shaking under your touch.

“Oh! Wait I—“

Your face lit up once more, hand dipping into the bag and searching around for a moment with an excited gleam.

“Mm?”

He tilted his head in question, and when you glanced back at him, he averted his eyes to the bag. Right as you pulled out Prowler themed bandaids.

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

You laughed again, giggling at the mere coincidence.

“I didn’t even—,” You choked a little and tested up, laughing harder and trying to keep quiet.

“,I didn’t even go in to get these! They were just there and I couldn’t not get them.”

You squinted in laughter and his thick chuckle made your smile widen.

“Ohh,” He dragged out the word, a disbelieving lull to his tone. “,Yeah sure, Chiquita.”

Your laughter died down and his find stare came to your attention, rendering you flustered for a solid second. Your grip on his fingers twitching.

“Here, I’ll—,” You distracted yourself, trying to rid your face from any sign of crush.

Silly, childish crush (That you wouldn’t dream of trying to get rid of).

You grabbed the box of band-aids with one hand, other gently placing his injured one over your knee, mumbling as you went.“,Put these on..”

“Yeah..” He spoke breathlessly, staring at you without an ounce of shame.

You ignored the flutter of hope in your chest, focusing on unwrapping the adhesive — and taking care of him.

—

You smoothed the mask over his face, running your thumb over his cheek bone to straighten out a crease.

“Stop making faces—!”

He snorted, lip curling up at your grumpy demand.

“Lo siento, cordero.”

"I'm sorry, lamb."

“Just—.” You leaned in closer to him, subconsciously being drawn to him.

His, now band-aid adorned, hands slipped up to your hips, Miles not even realising he was doing it until he felt your flesh under his calloused hands.

He didn’t move them, guilt being outweighed by his indulgence. He could focus on the way your hands lost their steady hold, how you had to refocus to continue fixing his stupid mask.

How you looked so good, so sweet, being this close to him.

Felt so warm under his rough fingers.

“Just?”

He went to raise his eyebrows, before schooling his expression again. You gave him an approving look at the action.

“It was rhetoric.”

“Wh—?” He snorted, eyes crinkling around the edges.

“Yeah? ‘Just’ — Rhetoric?”

You bit your lip and hummed. “Yup.”

“Oh, so sorry— Should’ve known.”

He pinched the skin along your hip and you gave a yelp and playfully bat his hand away.

“Play fair!”

“I am.”

His hands slid up your thighs again, you scoffed but didn’t stop him. And he watched your face, tracing your features like he’d done a thousand times before, he let himself have this.

Just for tonight, he swears.

You turned from him slightly, shuffling through the bag again to look for another item. Purple lip masks, it wasn’t inherently “Prowler”, but it was cute.

“[Name].”

“Mm?” You hummed, glancing at him before finding the lip mask and pulling it out, shaking it a little in a cheer.

“[Name].”

You looked at him more intently now, curiosity overpowering your urge to smooth out the crease he’s now made by talking.

“Yeah? What’s wrong?”

Your voice was light, worried but not enough to be off putting.

Miles sighed through a stuttered breath, nails dragging over your flesh in small circles, and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind him.

You watched his eyes drop, focusing not on your face, but on where he touched you — a nervous glint in his eye that you hadn’t seen before.

“I find it hard to talk to you.”

His eyes snapped back up, mask scrunching with his face.

“What?” Voice confused, and a little tired — like he knew this was coming, he knew you’d get tired.

*But that’s not what you were getting at.

Your skin prickled once more when he spread his hands out, disregarding his calm circling to grip your waist, his fingers sliding just under the hem of your shirt.

“It’s hard, Yknow?—,” You fiddled with the packet in your hand and you swear you felt him tug your hips closer, like a plea for you not to leave him.

“,—I feel like every time we’re together, I’m this close to telling you everything I’m thinking.”

The tremors in your body grew larger, shaking in nerve as you ran your tongue along your lip.

“Like I trust you so much I have to hold back. — And it’s hard to.”

You met his gaze, watching his lips part in batted breath.

“You make me feel safe.”

He didn’t say anything, didn’t even move. Just stared at you in silent apprehension.

You shifted on your knees, squirming at his quietness.

“Please say something.”

You whispered to him, backing down to a reticent tone.

He took a breath, still considering you, his look much softer now. You watched his face flash again, bringing a rather domestic look to his face.

He sighed out the aforementioned gasp, and his hands clenched again, you felt it all.

His warmth against your face, his hands along your body. The nerves under his skin digging into your own, bringing both of you into an interlinked bundle of edge.

“You know I—..”

He stuttered, voice breaking.

“Nunca te lo confesarè.”

His voice was small, smaller than you’d ever heard it. Like he was trying to tell you something, but could only force the words out.

“I won’t be able to.”

“You don’t need to.”

Miles watched as you dropped the packet in your hands, the lack of noise palpable once the rustling was gone.

He could only look on as you bring a hand up to smooth over his shoulder, and slipped the other to his jaw.

“You don’t need to, Miles.”

He felt like crying, holding back emotions so strong his body shuddered.

“You don’t need to say a thing,”

Your fingers ran over a scar and he melted further into you, leaning forward in your hold, his own hands grabbing at you in a firm, but never hurtful, hold.

“,Not to me.”

You watched as the man above you shrunk, losing the tension in his body the longer you held him.

His eyes closed, savouring the feeling of your softened body.

“Tell me you understand.”

He furrowed his brows, shyly opening his eyes, his heart to you.

“I understand, I do.”

He pressed forward, crowding over you. His head dropped closer to your ear, leaning his head on your shoulder despite the face mask still being on. You hadn’t even cared for your now wet shirt, dragging your hands down to his forearms and let him make the pace. Keep him comfortable no matter how bad you wanted to kiss his woes away.

You would be the person he could lean on, whether you mean that metaphorically or not.

“Sleep here tonight?”

It’s not like you hadn’t before. You and Miles having slept in the same bed plenty of times prior, at an all time high when his dad passed, and he could barely sleep without you. It’d just be different now, better.

“Stay with you?”

“Stay with me.”

You hummed, leaning closer so his upper body was dependent solely on yours. His hands slipped further around you, in a sweet hug, and yours traced his arms and neck, dragging nails down scarred skin.

“Okay.”

—

Everything was stripped down, both the face masks and the wrapping around his bloodied hands, although the Cat-Vigilante themed bandaids still remained.

Miles had basically fell asleep, getting calmer by the minute when you rubbed his shoulders, the tension in his muscles leaving him more relaxed than he’d been in years.

He was breathing softly against your neck and his hands lay limp, wrists hanging off your thighs.

You shifted, slipping the bag full of both trash and stuff you still hadn’t unpacked off the bed, cringing at the rustle and double checking Miles to make sure he hadn’t been startled.

You still needed to move him though, gently using your free hand, the one not cradling his head to your neck, to lift the corner of the cover so you could lay him down.

He sniffles and you freeze, cringing.

“Mm.. Quit movin’…”

You huff amusedly at his grumpy tone. Watching as he shoved his face deeper into you, inhaling slowly. His lips brushed your throat and you worried he could feel the race of your pulse under them.

“Miles, baby lay down.”

“You’re s’ warm.”

Another small laugh, airy and light, left you.

You moved to lie down with him, and he begrudgingly pulled himself away to get under the covers, dragging his body to tuck under his quilts.

He eyed you from under heavy lids, and furrowed his brows, unhappy — before grabbing the front of your shirt and tugging you towards him.

You followed his hands with a goofy smile and he let himself grin back.

“C’mere, Chiquita.”

He settled his head under your chin, tangling his legs with yours and pulling the covers back over you both.

His arm slithered over your waist, and up your shirt, cold hands smoothing against your warm back.

Soft breaths tickled your skin and you let yourself relax, letting his rising chest lull you to sleep.

He pressed soft kisses to your neck, touch as light as a butterflies kiss.

“Eres toda una belleza.”

He kissed your skin again, muttering words of admiration to you that got more drowsy by the second. After a minute, turning into incoherent mumbles and soft tones.

You yawned lightly, and felt your own eyelids droop. “Go sleep, Miles.”

You kissed his crown, and he sighed against you, dragging his head to look up at you and fighting off sleep.

He kissed your jaw one last time and you gave him a smile that could’ve flatlined him had he be a lesser man.

“Goodnight, [Name].”

You slowly blinked at him.

Your glossy eyes suddenly looked the best they ever had, and your skin glowed with a new found love he couldn’t describe if it killed him.

Your voice was softer than he thought possible and he felt like he had the first time he’d met you.

A small boy smitten. Riddled with an infatuation at such heights he didn’t understand. Love too big for his body, too big for his heart. So much of it that it spilled from his eyes, leaking into the tears he shed. Filled his veins, and pumped throughout his body. It dug it’s way into his bones and set in the hollow like the marrow that lived there.

It was too much for him, so he gave it to you.

And you took it.

You took him.

“Goodnight, Miles.”

—

BRO THIS TOOK SO LONG LMFAO

also ao3 is so fucking funny

[4doras]

밤 (NIGHT POEM) ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

accepting a crush starts with a poem ⊹♡ 

bestfriend.chenle x f.reader 

genre. fluff 

wc. 1.3k

a/n. on a nct drive rn… finally writing for my bias ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭ 

you and chenle had been friends from the second you two were born, you basically spent your whole life by each other's sides. 

first day of school? you were in the same class. holidays and vacations? you were both at the same hotel. 

the two of you were inseparable. 

– 

it wasn’t a doubt that chenle was good looking, and even someone like you, his best friend, couldn’t deny it. 

every year on valentines day, you would watch as girls gave him chocolates, standing nearby, but not too close so you wouldn't interfere with the interaction. your chest always tightened at the sight. 

but he was your best friend, and that's what everyone envied. 

chenle was so sweet; he never forgot important dates, he always helped you if you needed, he always came over when you needed him, no matter the time. he always had your back, and you had his. 

– 

lele, i need your help  you need me to come over??  yeah.. sorryyyy  it’s okay :) coming over rn!! 

it was terrible how much you relied on him, but also, it was even worse how he wouldn’t stop helping you. 

not long after he sent the text, you heard a pattern of knocks on your door. you knew it was chenle. 

– 

“so, what do you need help with?” he sat next to you, getting comfortable in his chair next to yours. 

“it’s for english, i need to write a poem.” you sighed. you were good at english, you loved writing, creating your own craft, but despite poems also being part of english, you just couldn't write them. 

chenle already knew that you were no good at writing poems and chuckled. “well, we better start now, then.” he leaned towards the desk, dragging his chair closer to it. “do you have any plans? or a start?” 

“yeah, i started a bit, i wanted to do one about romance because we were doing analysis on stuff like that.” you opened the document where four sad lines laid. 

red and pink painted streaks in the sky,  people expressing their love, though never me,  i hold in my breath, hoping my face doesn't lie,  when will my love be free? 

“you’re such a liar, y/n… it's good.” his eyes were glazed in surprise. 

you knew it wasn't that good and chenle could really help you. 

“thanks, but i can’t think of a way to continue it.” you groaned, running your hands through your hair. “it’s seriously impossible.” 

“i’ll help you with that,” he smiled, fixing a small piece of your hair. “don’t worry.” it was awful how your heart raced everytime he did that. no matter how many times he did it, it still made you go crazy. 

– 

it was the morning after, chenle was sitting with his friends, studying for an upcoming test. 

“i can’t believe you blew us off for y/n. what happened to bros before hoes? i mean, y/n isn’t a hoe but y’know what i mean, right?” haechan blabbered, completely unfocused on the practice test he was supposed to fill out. 

“it’s fine, haechan. chenle was just spending time with his future girlfriend.” jeno teased. 

it was clear to your friends that you had an underlying crush on chenle, but it was clear to chenles friends that he had one too, on you. 

“she’s not my future girlfriend, she doesn’t like me like that.” he huffed, his passive aggressiveness being put out on his laptop's keyboard as he typed out his answers. 

“she literally relies on you, asks you for help anytime she needs it, calls you lele? what sort of ‘friend’ calls you lele?!” haechan argued, garnering a few stares from others in the library. 

“you are being way too loud, haechan.” jeno shook his head before continuing. “anyway, i think you should confess, chenle. and soon. honestly, now’s a really good time. I mean, you literally helped her with a love poem for her english class.” 

“well, yeah i did help with the poem, but it being related to love doesn't have to do with anything! and confess? what if she rejects me? what if she says she’d rather stay as friends? what if she hates me after it and we're no longer friends?” hearing himself, he started to sound like haechan. “are you trying to make me lose a friendship?” he said, much quieter than before. 

“chenle, calm down. firstly, you’re chenle, as much as i hate to say it, every girl wants you. secondly, have you seen the way she looks at you? she looks at you like you made the world just for her. y/n is in love with you, you can’t tell me otherwise.” haechan ranted, voice oddly tainted with anger. “please, for the love of god, please confess to y/n.” 

–

chenle held a small slip of paper in his hands as he paced up and down his room, looking away from it and reciting a few lines before looking back at it, an annoyed groan every once in a while when he messed up or forgot his words. 

“i’ve liked you for a while and i just didn’t know how to tell you…” he mumbled under his breath as he awaited your arrival. he let out a big breath he had been holding in, breathing in a long breath, and then letting it out again. 

– 

ding dong! his bell rang. he hesitated to open the door, rethinking if he should just send you back and forget about ever confessing, and his crush on you as a whole. 

“hi,” you took your shoes off before entering. “what’d you need me for?” nothing was different about the house, it looked as if he didn’t need you to help him with anything, really. no sprawled out papers, no computer set up with a document on it, nothing but a stressed looking chenle. 

“well, i like…” he paused between his words, thinking about whether or not to continue. “i like you, y/n. i’ve liked you since we were kids, and i never knew how to tell you.” he watched as your face fell. “and i don't wanna stress you out, you don’t have to like me back,” which was true. you didn’t have to like him back, but it would hurt his pride. a lot. “but i needed to tell you. i don’t know what's gonna happen to our friendship after this, but i hope that, if you don't like me, we can still be friends.” he admitted, huffing as he finished. 

his lips fell into a flat line, eyes shining as he waited for your response. the house was so silent you could hear the ticking of his clock. 

but it finally came to you. 

why did your chest tighten every valentines day? why did you feel ever so slightly jealous every time you saw another girl flirting with him? now you knew it wasn’t because he was your best friend and didn’t want to lose him to someone else, it was because you liked him. 

“i like you too, chenle. i wasn’t sure about my feelings either, but i felt so upset when i saw other girls with you, when i saw girls giving you gifts during valentines, i would just get so… jealous? i just couldn’t accept my feelings because you’re my best friend, but i’m sure about them now.” 

neither of you spoke after exposing your true feelings about each other. the silence was awkward, yet comforting, like you needed it. 

– 

a smile spread across chenle’s lips, “you really like me back?” he took you into his arms, wrapping them around you. 

“mhm, i do.” you mumbled into his shoulder, taking in his warm scent. 

nothing mattered anymore, all that you cared about was the fact that you liked chenle, and chenle liked you back. 

“i love you, y/n.” 

“i love you too, chenle.” 

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The Last Cupbearer, Part 4: Devin Develops

For Part 3, click here: https://www.tumblr.com/mulletpermsicantlookaway/778980077334593536/the-last-cupbearer-part-3-james-has-a-flashback

Part 4: Devin Develops

The next day Devin didn’t show up for school, which had the four of us a little worried. Jeremy reported that Ben was the same: still shuffling around awkwardly in sweatpants and avoiding everyone. The funky locker room odor coming from him was obvious enough, but Ben was showing no obvious sign of turning.

Devin was in class the following day. He told Jeremy that his mother had encouraged him to stay home until his “laryngitis” had cleared up. Devin said he really hadn’t felt well, so he didn’t argue the point with his mother, although he had started to feel strangely restless as the day went on. “I felt like I needed to be up and moving, you know;” he said, “it was really hard to sit still.” But by dinnertime, he was feeling better and had developed a huge appetite, which had continued into today.

I didn’t talk to Devin myself that day, but I saw him in the lunchroom. From what I could tell, he was eating plenty. He certainly didn’t look sick, but he was scratching himself a lot. And he was adjusting his junk when he thought no one was looking. Jeremy had reported that Devin didn’t sound hoarse anymore.

That day was Friday, so we didn’t see either Ben or Devin until the following Monday. On Monday, Jeremy reported that Ben was still acting the same, although he seemed more spacey, as if he was having more trouble concentrating. As for Devin, he still, according to Jeremy, looked like a total nerd with no outward sign of changing. However, midway through class, while answering a question from the teacher, Devin’s voice suddenly cracked and then dropped. The change, according to Jeremy, was abrupt, dramatic, and apparently permanent. The class giggled as Devin tried to clear his throat, but all attempts to reach his former pitch failed completely. The teacher said, “Class, if Mr. Cooper’s voice hadn’t quite finished changing yet, it’s certainly no concern of yours. Let’s get back to the subject, shall we?”

I dropped by Devin’s table at lunchtime on my way to my next class. “Chase, this totally sucks, man,” he said, and I did a double take. His new voice was a startling change; Devin didn’t sound like the same person at all. “I sweat. I stink. I can’t sit still. My balls feel weird. I itch all over, and I can’t stop eating. And my voice! I sound like a total…”

I grinned at him and said, “Say it, little bro. You sound like a total jock. Look, it’s going to be hard for a bit, but it’ll be over soon, and then you’ll be fine. Trust me. And remember, this is what you wanted.”

“I really am starting to turn into one of you, aren’t I?” Devin said. “I didn’t believe it.”

“You’d better believe it, Dev, because soon you’re going to start showing.”

The next day, Devin looked the same. Toward the end of lunch, he came up to me and quietly rumbled in his new bro voice, “Can we meet in James’s office for a few minutes? I’ve got something I want to ask you.”

We made our way to the out-of-the-way men’s room. It was empty, so I asked, “’Sup, little bro. What’d you want to ask me?”

“I mean,” said Devin, “this is super embarrassing, but just how big are your nuts supposed to get? I can’t figure out how to walk with these things in my way.”

“Dude, if you’re having trouble walking, they’re probably about as big as they’re going to get. How about your dick? Has it gotten bigger?

“Um, not really, I don’t think,” said Devin.

“It will. You need to work on your jock strut.”

“My what?”

“Your jock strut. Watch me. Walk around like you own the place. Step wide, and then you kind of push off from one side to the other. And swing your shoulders a bit, too.”

Devin tried a step or two and stopped. “I don’t think I can do it,” said Devin. “I feel like a gorilla.”

“Dude, if you’re going to walk around without tripping over your balls, you can’t mince, okay. Just watch me, watch Jeremy. Hell, watch your friend Ben. Thanks to that thing he’s wearing, Ben doesn’t have much choice. But don’t worry about it. You’ll learn.”

The next day, Devin’s pants were starting to look tight on him. And they were riding up a bit. Part of the problem was an obviously bulging package, which he was just as obviously struggling to deal with. Jeremy told me that Ben looked worse. He was pale, clammy, and hollow-eyed. He clearly hadn’t been sleeping much. But his face was starting to look a bit – different – too. It was subtle, but he was starting to look less like a nerd. Clearly Ben was getting close.

I hadn’t had a chance to try to talk to Devin at lunch, but in the afternoon, he caught me in the hall between classes. Quietly, he said, “I had dreams last night. All night. Hairy football jocks with huge muscles. Sweaty, stinky pads. Bulging, heavy jockstraps. Even now, I can’t get those images out of my head. I’m not sure if I was gay before, Chase, but obviously I am now. Anyway, I woke up this morning from those dreams, and I was all in a sweat and my dong was, like, massive! It’s hell, Chase. Even when it’s down, I can’t believe how big it is! Every time I move, I can feel it. And then it wants me to, you know, pay attention to it.”

I really wanted to laugh, because the dude’s stage whisper on “pay attention” was so fucking serious, but I didn’t want him to think I was making fun of him. With the slightest of smirks I said, “Look, Dev. What can I tell you? We warned you, little bro. It helps if you do something, you know, like go for a run, or shoot some baskets, lift some weights. And you might find that you just have to go to the men’s room and, well, pay attention to it. Just remember that you might have more to clean up than you’re probably used to. But it’ll get easier.”

“When?” he asked.

“Soon,” I said. “You’re starting to show, little bro. You’re getting really close. And you’re getting that jock strut down, too.”

“I know,” said Devin. “It feels ridiculous, but I can’t help it. With that massive dong on top of these huge balls, I can’t walk any other way now.”

“See, little bro,” I said, “pretty soon, it’ll all just feel natural, and you won’t remember anything else. And when you’re not wearing a jockstrap, there are these, like, sport briefs you can wear that keep your junk from dragging on the ground. They’re really comfortable.” Devin scratched his chest vigorously and didn’t say anything for a moment. “Getting hairy?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m getting hairy. Kind of everywhere. It’s starting to come in all over my chest now, too. All these changes are freaking my mom out a bit, but my dad thinks it’s cool. Says I’m finally becoming a man. And he’s paying a lot more attention to me, which is a good thing, I suppose. He’s just way more into this jock stuff than I am.”

“Than you are yet, little bro,” I corrected. “That’ll change.”

“I suppose it will. All I can say is that Ben had fucking better appreciate everything I’m doing for him.”

“I’m sure he will, little bro. You’re doing the same thing I did for Jeremy, and he and I are really happy. But you should be doing it for yourself, too, Dev. You’re going to really like being a jock. Trust me.”

James and Steve talked to Jeremy and me that night. James suggested Jeremy should be the one to tell Coach Sanders about Devin. As James put it, “Jeremy seems to be a favorite with Coach Sanders. Like Derek. Anyway, I think if you tell him that you and Chase had a little fun and turned Devin, he’s not going to have a problem with it. Whereas he might be more concerned if Steve and I told him we’d turned another one.”

Jeremy said, “Dude, quit using words like ‘whereas’. You’re making my jock brain hurt.”

James chuckled and punched Jeremy lightly in the arm. For James. “Deal with it, bro,” James said. “I know I like to give you a bad time about being dense, but you can handle a big word or two. I promise I’ll rein myself in at practice. Big words definitely make Derek’s head hurt, and he’s not the only one. Even Tyler seems dense these days. Anyway, bros, enough of that topic. After the game on Friday, I think little Devin will be due for a fresh jockstrap. I’ve got one I’ve been getting ready for him. And Jeremy, make it a point to talk to Coach about Devin this week, Friday before the game at the absolute latest. I want him to be able to see how far along Devin is and give him time to get ready.”

Jeremy talked to Coach Sanders about Devin on Thursday. Jeremy reported that the coach was as friendly to him as usual and didn’t seem at all concerned about us adding another jock to the herd. He said he figured Devin would be ready to talk to him early the following week, but that he would make his own observations as soon as possible. James insisted Devin be at Friday night’s basketball game (which was a home game). As he said, “You might as well start getting used to sports now. Besides, I want Coach Sanders to have a chance to see how you’re doing.”

After the game, Devin dropped by Steve’s place, as we’d arranged. “Okay, little bro,” said James, “time for a jock change. Take off your old one.”

“Okay, I’ll go into Steve’s bathroom and be right back.”

“It might be time to get used to changing in front of the other bros, Dev. You’re going to be doing plenty of it in the locker room. Just drop trou, dude. We should see how you’re coming along anyway.”

“I will be so glad when this is over,” said Devin. “This is beyond embarrassing.”

James took off his shorts and then his jock, revealing his monstrous equipment for a few moments before he pulled his shorts back up, commando.

Devin gulped audibly. “And I thought mine was big,” he mumbled. He stripped off the old jockstrap and then put on the one James had just been wearing. “This is still big on me,” he said, “and wow, that’s strong.”

“Call it manly,” James said. “Look, I’m not saying I normally wear a dirty jock, or that you should, either, but this is a special case. I’m trying to do my best to get you through the process as fast as possible so you can be done with it. Isn’t that what you want?”

“Yeah, I suppose so,” Devin grumbled. “I knew this would be hard. I guess I shouldn’t complain. It could be worse. Oh wow,” he said again as he did up his pants. “That makes me feel so strange. Kind of hot and sweaty and tingly and – fuck! I think I’m gonna hurl!”

Devin sat suddenly down on Steve’s bed and fainted. After half a minute, James slapped him lightly on the cheeks said, “Dude, wake up!”

Devin’s eyes fluttered open again. “Fuck, what happened, bro?” he asked.

“You passed out for minute,” James said. “How do feel now?”

“Better, I think. But the last few minutes are a blank. I’d better get home.”

“And we’d better take you, same as before,” said James. “I mean, I hope you’re not going to pass out again, but we can’t risk our bro getting hurt.” James punched Devin lightly on the arm and grinned.

After we’d escorted Devin home, I asked James what the deal was with the jockstrap he’d given Devin.

“It had a lot of sweat in it, bro. I wore it for at least two practices. Big guys sweat a lot, you know. And I might have jerked off into it, too, once or twice,” he said with a cocky smirk. “It should help speed up his transition. It’d be really cool, don’t you think, bros, if little Devin turned into a big, hulking football jock like me?”

When Monday rolled around, I barely recognized Devin at first. He was wearing new athletic pants (with an impressive bulge at the crotch), a loose T-shirt that still managed to reveal some developing muscle, white athletic socks, and brand-new sneakers that looked big on him. He had a new, shorter haircut, too: nothing extreme, but with the whole package he was starting to look very jock-like. His face looked different, too, but with the clothes and the haircut, it was hard to tell what else had changed since I’d seen him on Friday. I think he was a little taller, and he was definitely starting to fill out.

When I finally got a chance to talk to him, I said, “Hey, Dev, looking good, little bro! Got some new threads?”

Devin looked at me sheepishly. One thing he did not have yet was a jock’s cocky attitude. Close up, I noticed that he’d had his ears pierced; he was wearing a small metal stud in each lobe. “This stuff wasn’t exactly my idea, Chase,” he said. “My dad saw you guys when you took me home Friday. Got super excited that I was hanging out with the jocks. Saturday morning, he said that with this growth spurt I was having that I needed new clothes, and he insisted on taking me shopping. But all he’d buy me was jock stuff, you know, pants like this, T-shirts, basketball shorts, athletic socks, baseball caps, sneakers. Everything’s a little big so that I can grow into it. He even bought me a few jockstraps and a couple of cups. Then he took me to get a haircut and had them cut off most of my hair. After that, he took me to some jewelry place and had them pierce my ears. I mean, it was so fucking embarrassing. And then all weekend he wanted to shoot baskets or go for a run or whatever. He even bought me a weight set and put it in the basement so we could work out together. And he’s been feeding me all these – what do you call them? – weight gain shakes.”

“Well, little bro, I guess your dad’s pretty psyched that you’re jocking out. At least you’ll have some clothes to wear. None of your old clothes are gonna fit anyway, you know.”

“They don’t fit now. And Dad got rid of them already. I suppose it’s great that Dad’s excited,” he said, “but I’m worn out, and I feel so weird. I mean, I worked out all weekend, and now I’m sore, and I just smell like jock no matter how many times I shower. I’m not comfortable walking around dressed like this. I’m not a jock yet, and I feel like everyone’s staring at me. And I’m hungry all the time, even with all the shakes. This being between the old me and the new me, Chase, it’s unbearable. I’m still not used to this huge dong and these huge balls, although I’ll admit the jockstraps help there.” He paused, and his eyes seemed to get hazy. He continued more slowly: “I’m having so much trouble concentrating, bro. I keep, like, zoning out, and I can’t remember what I’ve been doing. Fuck, dude, what were we, like, talking about?”

“Uh, nothing important, bro,” I said. His sudden shift into bro-speak caught me by surprise, and I wasn’t sure what to say. Obviously, more than just his body was changing. “You seen your bud Ben lately?”

“Ben, dude?” he replied foggily. “I’m so fucking horny. Oh yeah, Ben! Ben’s looking – different – today. I hardly recognized him. Sounds different, too. But he still won’t talk to me. Tells me he doesn’t need any help and to leave him the fuck alone. Fucking pisses me off, bro. I mean, he’s my best friend, and I just want to punch some fucking sense into him.” Devin slammed his fist into the palm of his other hand. “And he looked at me funny, too. Ben.” Devin chuckled. “Asshole.” Devin paused again. “Speaking of assholes, my bros kicked me off the chess team. Said I smelled like gym class. Fucking nerds. I hate ‘em.” Devin’s eyelids closed for a moment, and he shook his head. Then he said, “Oh, hi, Chase. Were we talking? I’m having so much trouble concentrating. I think I must have zoned out there for a moment.”

“Nothing to worry about, Dev,” I said. “But I think you’d better talk to Coach Sanders real soon. Like tomorrow morning.”

That afternoon, Derek came up to Jeremy and asked him how well he knew Ben. Jeremy said, “He’s in one of my history classes, bro, but I don’t really know him. I’ve talked with Ben’s friend Devin a time or two.”

Derek said, “That might help, bro.  See, Ben really needs to talk to the coach, you know, Coach Sanders. But he’s been resisting.” Then, half to himself, as if he was thinking out loud, Derek said, “He shouldn’t be able to hold out this long.”

“What’re you talking about, bro?” asked Jeremy.

“Never mind,” said Derek. “But if you know this Devin dude, and if Devin’s Ben’s friend, then maybe Devin can talk to Ben. He needs to quit trying to avoid the coach. Coach needs to talk to him, like, no later than tomorrow morning.”

Jeremy was looking confused, which was cute, but I thought I’d better help him out. “Derek, bro, I’ve talked to Devin lots of times. We’ll handle it, don’t worry.”

“Thanks, bros,” Derek. “I owe you one.”

I tracked down Devin before practice that afternoon and let him know what Derek wanted. Devin looked puzzled. “I’ll try, Chase,” he said, “but you know how Ben’s been avoiding me. I don’t know if he’ll listen.”

“Try, Dev, just try, and Jeremy and I will help. Try and get him over near Coach Sanders’s office before class starts tomorrow.”

Devin tried. That’s when things got interesting.

To be continued

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[blazingstar400]

Incorrect Scarlet and Violet Quotes Part 6

Just everybody’s typical school lives.

[Clavell after catching Juliana, Nemona, and Arven riding Koraidon in the school halls]

Clavell: All of you are in big trouble for not only riding Koraidon in the school’s halls, but for also having three people, a very unsafe number, for riding just one Pokémon!

Nemona: Shoot!

Arven: Wait, three?

Clavell: Yes?

Juliana: OH MY GOSH FLORIAN FELL OFF!!!!

[Florian finally shows up to class after missing a few days]

Jacq: Where have you been?

Florian: Asleep.

Jacq: For four days?

Florian: Yeah.

Clavell: Good job, Arven.

Arven: Thanks, dad.

[Everyone freezes]

Arven: Why is everyone staring at me?

Penny: You just called Director Clavell ‘Dad’. You said ‘Thanks, dad’.

Arven: What? No I didn’t!

Clavell: Do you see me as a father figure, Arven?

Arven: No! If anything I see you more as a bother figure because you’re always bothering me!

Saguaro: Hey! Show your father some respect!

Arven: He’s not my dad!

Juliana: I just find it surprising you attached on to Clavell of all people.

Arven: I didn’t! But even if I did, who else would I attach to?!? Raifort?!

Raifort, who is on the far side of the room reading a book: I really don’t appreciate being brought into this discussion.

Arven: You see?!

Juliana: Hmm.

Clavell: Alright, I believe you.

Arven: Thank you!

Clavell: …Son.

Arven:

Clavell: Do you want to talk about this… over a game of catch?

Arven:

Arven: ……I’d like that…

Juliana: Do you ever just see something that changes your life and you’re just like ‘huh’.

Kieran: I saw you.

Juliana: That’s so nice and sweet and it makes this really awkward because I was just gonna show you this drawing Drayton made of Carmine as a monkey.

[The gang about to head out on a field trip]

Cyrano: Now before we take off make sure that all small things are secure.

Drayton: *leaning over to Kieran*

Kieran: What?

Drayton, smirking: Do you feel safe?

Kieran, through gritted teeth: Stop—!

Kieran: Despite what everyone thinks, I don’t actually hate everyone in this class.

Carmine: Are you sure about that…?

Kieran: Well actually Drayton is completely terrible.

Drayton: Ouch.

Kieran: I dislike Crispin because he’s Crispin.

Crispin: Really bro…

Kieran: Juliana was clearly cheating in the training session yesterday.

Juliana: Wha—

Lacey: Juliana winning isn’t called cheating…!

Kieran: Amarys was being particularly annoying this morning.

Amarys: I just said ‘excuse me’ because you were blocking my way…

Kieran: And Florian said ‘It’s not appropriate to yell at other students.’

Carmine: Soo you hate everyone then?

Kieran: Well maybe if all of you stopped being so irritating I might like you better.

[Geeta and Rika being called into Clavell’s office]

Clavell: Juliana got into a fight today.

Geeta: Is she okay?!

Rika: Did she win?!

Juliana: Just forget about it, no one got hurt.

Miriam: You had a concussion!

Juliana: No one got seriously hurt.

Miriam: You were in the ER for six hours!!

[Dendra when she just became a teacher at Uva/Naranja Academy]

Dendra, waking up in a panic: Shoot, I’m late to class!!!

Dendra, lying back down: Eh, but I already gratulated…

Dendra:

Dendra:

Dendra, sitting back up: Shoot, I’m the teacher!!!

Clavell: Florian, did you happen to hear my announcement?

Florian: I hanged onto every word.

Clavell: I’m going to assume that’s sarcasm.

Florian: Correct.

Clavell: So you didn’t hear my announcement?

Florian: I’m barely listening now.

[Juliana after helping Arven and Kieran study for a upcoming test]

Juliana, beaming: Alright guys, I think you’re both ready for that test!

Arven: Great, I just want to test my knowledge real quick. Give me a word.

Juliana: Oh, okay!

Juliana: Um… what’s a synonym for ‘abandonment’?

Arven: Oh, I know this one!

Arven: My childhood!

Juliana: What—?

Kieran:

Kieran: I was going to say something different but actually I second that.

Juliana:

Juliana, tearing up: Aw, you guys—

Nemona: *actually studies, gets good grades*

Juliana: *doesn’t study, still passes*

Arven: *gets Bs*

Florian: *low Cs, doesn’t care*

Penny: *cheats and gets away with it*

Drayton: *cheats, and gets caught*

Crispin: *gets a B-, and is happy*

[At lunch hour]

Juliana: Arven, we’re hungry!

Nemona: Yeah, Arven, we’re hungry!

Carmine: Hurry up, Arven!

Penny: What’s taking so long, Arven?

Florian: Arven, what’s for lunch?

Arven: *screams*

Kieran: Look, I don’t want to talk about it.

Juliana, pulling out a guitar: Would you rather sing about it?

Kieran:

Kieran: You make it so hard for me not to murder you sometimes—

Juliana: Trust fall!

Clavell, from the other side of the room: I’m not going to catch you.

Juliana: Trust. Fall.

Clavell: No.

Juliana: I’m falling!

Clavell, launching himself over the table to catch her: WAIT—!!

Drayton: What are you doing?

Crispin: Homework.

Drayton: There was school today?

Crispin: *nods*

Drayton: I thought it was a long weekend.

Crispin: It’s Thursday.

Drayton: Oh, it’s almost the weekend. No point in going now.

Jacq: Florian is late again.

Penny: I woke him up at 8 and pretended it was 11.

Nemona: I wrote a fake schedule saying we started at 9 instead of 12.

Juliana: I set his clock to PM instead of AM.

Jacq:

Jacq: You all may have overdone it.

Florian, bursting through the door panicked: WHAT YEAR IS IT?!?!

Tyme, walking into the classroom: Alright, so today— *sees ‘Turn down for —’ written on the board*

Tyme, confused: Turn down for what?

[Suddenly ‘Turn Down for What’ blasts through the speakers as the whole class gets up and begins partying]

The sv gang: TURN DOWN FOR WHAT!

Yes both Geeta and Rika grew so attached that they are practically Juliana’s adopted moms lol.

[storiesbytroy]

My Best Friend’s Brother Dylan Was Supposed to Be Straight - Part 1

When I agreed to a chill weekend at my best friend's place, I didn’t expect his older brother Dylan to be back—or to look like that. I should’ve looked away. I didn’t.

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Part 1: I Shouldn’t Be Looking at Dylan Like That

I've never been great at looking people in the eye when i like them.

It’s stupid, I know. But when I feel too much, my body does this thing where it’s like—nope, you’re good, let’s just admire from the side and pretend none of this is happening. So if you’re wondering how this all started, how a perfectly normal year ended up getting very not normal, I guess it starts with a glance. A long one. At the wrong person.

Well. Not wrong. Just… not meant for me.

It was Jake’s fault, really.

He was the one who talked me into spending the weekend at his parents’ place. “We’ll chill, hit that wings place you like, rewatch The Prestige, destroy each other on FIFA—just like old times.”

And it did feel like old times. Which was maybe the problem.

Jake and I had been friends since high school—tight in the way that comes from late-night study cramming, shared cafeteria trauma, and one too many “is this outfit okay?” mirror checks before parties. Somewhere between sophomore gym class and graduation, I told him I was gay. He took it in stride, like I’d just told him I liked blueberry Pop-Tarts. That was Jake. Easy with everything.

He was also the only one who knew.

We were both 19 now.

So when we rolled up to his place for the weekend and I saw Dylan’s truck in the driveway, I didn’t think much of it.

Just figured he was visiting. Passing through.

But then we walked inside, and there he was.

Like he’d never left—but somehow looked nothing like how I remembered.

Dylan had been gone for three years. Moved out right after college to do some post-grad certification thing in health and fitness. Built a client base, trained influencers, launched an online program. Jake said he was doing well. He was 23 now.

I didn’t realize how well until I saw him again.

Dylan used to be fit. The kind of lean, athletic that came from high school football and cocky energy. But now?

He looked like he’d been sculpted out of pure gym obsession. Broad shoulders. Thick arms that tested the seams of his cutoff. A chest so solid it made his shirt hang off him like it was afraid. Abs like a catalog photo, only real. And his thighs—Jesus—pushed out from his gray shorts like they were fighting for space. Veins ran down his forearms. His jawline was sharper, a little scruffier, and his voice had dropped just enough to make it feel… dangerous.

He walked past me with that massive water jug in one hand that typical gym bros carry, gave a lazy “yo,” and kept going downstairs.

I swallowed hard. Pretended it was just dry air or something.

Jake and I followed him down to the basement, same as old times. Beat-up couch, ancient PlayStation, random half-deflated yoga ball in the corner with a treadmill on the side. Jake tossed me a controller. I flopped onto the rug. We queued up FIFA.

A few minutes in, Dylan joined us. Didn’t sit—just leaned against the treadmill like it was part of his throne.

“Damn, you guys still suck,” he said casually.

Jake didn’t look up. “Says the guy who rage quit during Mario Kart.”

“That was lag and you know it,” Dylan said, then shot a smirk my way. “What’s up, Twig?”

His old nickname for me. Classic Dylan.

I rolled my eyes. “Still calling yourself an athlete when all you do is flex for Instagram?”

He grinned wider. “Still built like a wet spaghetti noodle, Troy.”

Jake laughed. I frowned.

Same old Dylan.

Except… not.

He shifted slightly, stretching his shoulder, and his tank rode up, flashing the hard cut of his abs. I pretended not to see. But I saw. And I hated myself for how hard it landed. For how sharp the ache was.

We stayed like that for a while—Jake and me trash-talking on the floor, Dylan occasionally chiming in with a snarky comment, cracking open a shaker bottle, stretching like his muscles had something to prove.

He wasn’t even trying. That was the worst part. He didn’t have to.

Later that night, Jake headed out to grab snacks. Said he forgot the spicy pretzels I liked. I stayed behind, scrolling on my phone and pretending I wasn’t thinking about Dylan at all.

By then, Dylan had already gone upstairs to his room. I heard his door close a while ago.

After a few minutes, I got up to use the bathroom. The hall was quiet. Lights low.

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thinking a lot about festus and coriolanus

coriolanus and festus in the club

festus accidentally getting a girl pregnant and she showed up at the Creed's doorstep like "your son knocked me up, just give me money to deal with it. I'm not keeping it." and the next day in class, festus told coriolanus and it was like "dude, that's why you pull out" "and finish where!?" "idk, on her, to the side?" "I am NOT ruining my silk sheets" "boys, what are you talking about?" "nothing, Satyria!" and such was a teasing topic of festus' (mostly by arachne, she wouldn't let it go) for ages

coriolanus and festus supporting each other's delusions. "she hasn't made direct eye contact with me for a month" "she wants you so bad, bro" "you think?!"

festus making out with a girl on his lap at a party while coriolanus awkwardly looks around. like they're on parallel couches, so sitting up straight, it's kind of hard to ignore his best friend display, so he had to break his neck to "give them privacy" but he found himself intrigued and so was looking, curious, when the girl looked over her shoulder and saw coriolanus staring, was like "what's your problem" and so festus got coriolanus a girl to keep him busy too. coriolanus knew he couldn't indulge like festus did with girls, but he could engage right now

coriolanus making festus pay him for the homework answers. not because he's poor, no, of course not, he's not poor, but just because...he deserves to be paid for his work....it's a joke! it's a joke that festus engaged in!

festus bringing coke to a party (coriolanus had most of it, hooked up with a random chick, then came home absolutely wrecked and freaked tigris the fuck out)

coriolanus and festus in a fight and they're not speaking to each other like 2 petulant children, back to back with their arms crossed across their chests mind you, and try to make clemmie be their messenger pigeon back and forth the literally non-existent centimetres between them (she isnt having it.)

festus and coriolanus studying, but it's festus yapping and coriolanus doing the work

festus using the anatomically incorrect terms for things and wigging coriolanus the hell out e.g. "I think she's on her girl thing" "her girl thing?" "yeah like the bloody thing" "what are you talking about?!??" "you know, where girls bleed from their down theres" "you mean a period." "yeah, girl thingy" "you mean menstruation." "okay mister big words, relax" (Tigris whipped him into enough shape revolving that topic, mostly because I think Tigris had awful period cramps that freaked coriolanus out when he was young until she taught him about it all because we know grandmaam wouldn't have) (he used his knowledge on such to manipulate girls but that's a different thing I could talk about)

coriolanus calling satyria "mom" 29387363 too many times for a literal 18 year old.

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Ning Ning x Reader: Solo un'altra storia d'amore

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A/N: Trust me, it all makes sense at the end

A/N: As always, thanks to best bro @1luvkarina. and the usual apology, my bad @slowlydifferentbluebird

“I’ll be there soon, sorry babe, there was a hiccup at work, boss needed us there, Lisa and I were needed for some last minute procedures. I should make it soon though.” Yi Zhuo sighed, though nodding.

“I understand, your job’s important. I’ll be waiting at the bench alright? Love you babe.” Yi Zhuo said, hanging up before sighing, “Got stood up?” Yi Zhuo turned to her side. “Nope, just…something cropped up at her work. She works at the hospital nearby, so whenever a new patient comes in, and they need all hands on board, well…yeh.” Yi Zhuo explained. “Perks of the job huh?” Yi Zhuo snickered “Yeah, something like that” “What’s your name? I’m Yi Zhuo.” She said, extending her hand to you. “I’m Y/N.” You shake her hand, shooting her a small smile. “You’re here often right? I pass by this bench pretty often when I visit Aeri at the hospital, and I see you almost every day.”  Yi Zhuo asked. “Yeh, this bench means a lot to me.” You say with a forlorn smile, drenched in nostalgia and loss. “How so?” Yi Zhuo asked, turning to you. “The school I was from believed that this bench was magical. No, I’m not joking.” You say with a small chuckle, seeing Yi Zhuo’s confused face. “This bench had special powers. We believed that this bench was where relationships were made. So all proposals happened here, first dates happened here. I guess the superstition wore off, I barely see any first dates here. Well, it worked for me. This is where I met my girlfriend.” You say with a small smile, though clearly hiding sadness in your eyes. “Oh? What’s her name? What’s your story? Everyone has a special love story.” Yi Zhuo asked, body fully turning to you now, clearly invested. “Oh, well, it’s just another love story. I called her Nini. She was…she was perfect. I met her on this very bench. She was always a loner in class, by choice of course. Half the cohort was obsessed with her, but she always preferred to sit alone. On the way home from school one day, I got tired, and sat here, on this very bench. I was reading one of my books, when she suddenly sat beside me. She insisted that she sat with me because she fell in love with me that day, but I know she sat with me because she was shocked to see someone else reading Journey to the West. Regardless of why she first sat with me, the bench worked. We fell in love that day. She was the sweetest. She’d bring me on the best dates, break the bank to buy me the best gifts, and when I insisted that it was too much, and that a small gifts would be fine, she’d hold my hand, sit me down, and give me a kiss on my forehead, telling me that I deserved the best, the world, the universe, and the stars beyond them.” You explain, causing Yi Zhou to smile. “That’s a nice story. Where is she now?” Yi Zhuo asked. “I’ll get to that…We loved each other, but it felt like the universe was against us sometimes. First off, her parents were against us. The first time we went out on a date, I insisted on sending Nini home. She didn’t outright decline, but I could tell she was uncertain. Turns out, her parents were staunchly against their daughter dating, especially someone like me. That was a hard pill to swallow for me. We went about our relationship like it was a shameful secret, as if we were unworthy of loving each other just because of who we are. Nini was always trying to maintain the peace between us, but as her parents always said, paper cannot wrap a fire, and the truth eventually came out, that Nini’s “friend over for revision” was actually dating Nini. Her parents were livid, and Nini insisted she loved me, but filial piety was important to her, and she couldn’t turn her back on family no matter how much she loved me.” You explain, downtrodden.

“That’s awful…I’m sorry to hear that.” “We didn’t break up from that, thankfully. When the new term started, I was selected for an exchange program to intern at a company in Singapore, for 2 months. It was a complicated period for us, still cooling off from that fight. We agreed to take a break, and reassess our relationship. So we didn’t contact each other for 2 months. I wanted to, so many times, interning was a pain in the ass, but I couldn’t. I had to give her space, for her to choose if she wanted to reach out to me. So I waited beside the phone for her, for 2 months, and for 2 months, nothing. I thought it was over. It felt like all of it was over, but then, as I stepped out of the airport, there she was, bouquet in hand, as beautiful as the day I met her, rushing at me to throw me into an embrace I’d characterise more like a bear hug. What about your parents? I asked her, and her smile shrunk, before putting a finger on my lips. That doesn’t matter, she said, but do me a favour, kiss me and make the bad thoughts go away.” You recall, a light blush on your face. “That’s sweet. How is she now?” Yi Zhuo asked. “I’m sure she’s doing fine.” You reply with a smile. “You’re not with her anymore?” Yi Zhuo’s eyebrows furrowed, having hoped for a happy ending. “Well, the universe has its ways. After graduation, we both got different jobs. I became a police officer, protecting and serving, while she became a social worker, helping those more unfortunate. Our jobs were fulfilling, sure, Nini and I both loved our jobs, but the job got overwhelming…Especially in my second year of the job, I got training to go Undercover. It was good, and it was exciting, but it only served to drive a wedge between Nini and I. We couldn’t live where I worked for fear that we met any of my shadier contacts. But that was where Nini worked, that’s where the kids and elderly she worked with were. She couldn’t leave. She asked me what was more important, my work, or her. I should have told her the truth. I should have told her that nothing was more important than her. But instead I argued. We fought over it, I wanted to help people, and you enjoyed using undercover work to bust criminals, but Nini hated it. She insisted that there were other ways to help people. Being a cop was dangerous enough already, she said,  but to effectively give yourself to the criminals, for your life to be snuffed out if you make a single wrong move, she couldn’t accept that, she’d insist. Then on and on our fights went. Then one day…a more unsavoury contact of mine saw me at the barber, and attacked us. I took him down, we both were unscathed, but that was it for Nini. She gave me an ultimatum. Her, or the job. And when I hesitated, she knew what she needed to know. She… She was gone the next day. I wanted to find her, hold her and apologise to her, but one of the gangs waged a war on us, so we had to respond. I was sent undercover, deep undercover this time. New identity, new person. Did some things I'm not proud of, but it worked, and I infiltrated their militia. That’s when I found out about it. Nini…she…umm, got in a car accident.” You choke on your words, looking down, trying your best to will your tears in.

“She lived, but she got hit on the head pretty hard. She lost her memories. When I heard that, I wanted to go back, find her, take care of her again, but my handler insisted against it. It would have not only hurt our case, but it’ll put both Nini and I in danger. Gangs don’t take kindly to rats, traitors or cops. Now try all 3 in one. By the time I finished the job, took the gang down, it was far too late. I found the hospital she was at, showed up with a bouquet of flowers, the same way she did at the airport, and also held a resignation letter from the force. I wasn’t sure if she had regained her memory yet, but I would have stayed until she did, then I would have shown her the letter, tell her that nothing was more important to me than she was. She was my sun, my moon and stars. When I walked out, I saw her with someone else. A nurse who worked at the hospital she was treated at. Nini looked so foreign yet familiar to me at that moment. She held the nurse, and looked at her the same way she once looked at me, love, adoration, and everything in between. I hadn’t seen her have that look in a long time. I hadn’t been worthy of her love. And after taking so long to find and go back to her, maybe I would never be worthy of her love. So I walked away, and let her go about her life. A new one, a happier one. One without me.” You explained, looking at Yi Zhuo with tears in your eyes. “That’s…I’m so sorry you had to go through all that.” Yi Zhuo said, patting you on the back. All of a sudden, your phone lit up, the sudden brightness attracting Yi Zhuo’s eye. The girl on your wallpaper looked very similar to her. Almost identical. “Sorry, I need to take this.” You say, standing up and walking a little to the side. “I’m here, are you done?” The voice rang through. “I am, and thank you for this. You don’t know how much this means to me.” You reply “Of course, you deserve as much.”

“Was that Nini on your wallpaper?” Yi Zhuo asked as you sat back down. For a moment, you felt panic rising in your chest, before stomping it down, regaining your composure. “Yep. She looks very similar to you, doesn’t she? I guess that’s why I wanted to talk to you about this.” You explain, causing Yi Zhuo to nod “I understand, it’s like I’m giving you another chance to talk to Nini again.” She says, causing you to shoot her a small smile. “Yes, something like that. If you’ll excuse me, I must get going now. I have some matters to attend to.” You say, standing and straightening your shirt “Wait, Y/N. I know it might be a little weird considering I look like her, but would you like to hang out. As friends of course, I’ll even introduce you to my girlfriend, I’m sure she’d love to have a new friend to make into a third wheel.” Yi Zhuo jokes, causing you to slightly chuckle. “Perhaps. I’ll be seeing you around, Yi Zhuo.” You smile, but turning away from her as soon as you could, trying to hide your tears. As you walked away slowly, you felt a strong urge to turn around. Say what you wanted to say. You hadn’t seen her in so long after all. And you missed her more than life itself. Who could live without their sun, moon, and stars. You missed her more than life itself, but this felt like a betrayal. You had made a choice, and she had allowed you to see her, but to go behind her back and possibly ruin everything? You clenched your fist tightly, unable to make a decision. You take one final deep breath. This was it

“I’m really glad you’re doing well Nini.”