#but i can NEVER remember them when i wake up

[y0-yo-yo]

DCxDP: Amity Park aka uncanny Valley

Who ever thought that a family road trip across the country was ever a good idea? Especially when the family concerned is the Waynes!

...plus a Brown but you can't really talk Waynes without including Stephanie Brown

Bruce had a gala to attend in Chicago during the summer vacation Dick jumped at the opportunity to do a family road trip and try his newest car/van

was putting a Damian Wayne in an enclosed space with a Tim Drake a good idea? No. Was Dick going to argue with Bruce at least thrice a day? Maybe Will Jason be even remotely happy to be part of this trip? Probably not and will all the kids fight to choose who is in charge of the radio? Most definitely, but it'll be fun!

At first everything was awful,Bruce made them wake up terribly early, for once that Tim had slept that night! (albeit for only three hours which was plenty if you asked him) to leave even before the sun was up

Then it became alright, the eight seat car was spacy enough to not get into each other's personal space, everyone started to sing along to music and exchanging playlists

Dick had an awful amount of dico and 80's music, Bruce played his dad rock while Steph and Jason talked white girl music

They started their trip by going through Pennsylvania, taking pictures and joking on how Batman should be a local super hero there instead than in new Jersey,then they headed for Washington DC, it was fun visiting the hall of justice as tourist even tho they all knew the place better than the guides,then they went through Kentucky where Dick really wanted to visit the 'longest cave in the world' and comparing it to the bat cave (Bruce was unimpressed)

And finally they'll drive right through Illinois to get Bruce to Chicago and escape before he tries to get them to join the Gala

And then the car broke down in the middle of nowhere.

The sun would set soon but it was still really hot as we were in early August.

"the GPS say the closest city is a fourty five minutes walk" Annonce Duke while Dick,Tim and Bruce tried to find what's wrong with the car

"We could easily do the journey" Damian says placing a draw two making Steph, too invested in this game of uno with Cass and the demon brat frown

"in this heat!? Do you want us to die of a stroke?" The blond replied placing a plus two as well

"It looks like it's our only choice guys...the car won't start anytime soon better get to a town and buy some new parts" The eldest said from the front of the car

"can't we just call a cab or something?"

Asked Stephanie

"privileged behavior" Duke replied back to back "plus I don't think there's cabs in bumfuck nowhere...I ain't never even heard of 'Amity Park', plus, if they did they wouldn't have eight seat"

"wait Amity Park?" Asked Tim who was swiping grease on a now ruined travel towel "I have family who lives there..." He said thoughtfully

"maybe you can ask them if they have a place to stay for the night? There's only cheap motels in this town and I don't really wanna catch bed bugs" Duke says still on his phone

"oh wow now look who has privileged behavior!" Stephanie snort a smirk on her lips as she add a plus four to Cass's

"uhm can we go back to the part of Tim having living family members? That own a house? Why would you make up one if you had family in the state?" Dick ask "and why do you live with us?" Added Damian because, of course he would

"well... it's not like we talked a lot, I saw them...maybe two times in my life? And they were definitely my parents type of neglectful so going to them wouldn't have changed much"

"...do they also have a kid?" Bruce ask and before he got the chance to talk more he got shut down with a "no you can't adopt more kids!" From all his children

"but yes they do have a kid, we got along great from what I remember...but except sparkly pink dress I don't remember much..." Tim clarified

"I vote we still ask them for a place to stay or at least a ride, if they're Drake's family they should at least have a limousine or mansion no?" Steph asked eager to find a good bed once more

"I don't know...I haven't talked to them much... especially not after my mother's passing...I don't even know if I still have their number" Tim think his voice a little lower, he did think about his mother's sister and her family when he was still living alone in the Drake mansion but thinking back on the blurry memories of being forgotten for hours on end with his cousin didn't really make him want to reach out

"it's okay if you don't want to Timothy, we can find another way" Bruce says in his paternal voice placing a reassuring hand on Tim's shoulder

"no,no it's okay, a call won't hurt right?"

Tim looked through his phone and he, in fact, did have his cousin's number saved, he stepped away from the car to make the call. He was a bit nervous and a bit ashamed, he had a cousin his age that lived in similar conditions as him and he never thought to check up or call,and now that he did it was for a favour, they hadn't talked in over ten years and he couldn't really remember what they were like, hopefully they hadn't grown up like their parents as a stuck up asshole

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Samantha Manson wasn't a family person,

She didn't care for them,they didn't care for her.

She labeled all her extended family members under "family" as contact names and usually wouldn't pick up when they'd call, not that they did regularly

Yet,she was in a good mood today so when her phone light up and her ringtone rung she picked up

"uhm Hi Sam...antha?... it's Tim- Timothy drake?Wayne? I uhm- our moms are sisters?"

Was the anxious voice that waited for her on the other side of the phone

Huh...

Huh.... Timothy ? Oh fuck Timothy ! Was she a bad cousin to have forgotten one of the only kids her age that she got along with in her family?

Well got along is a big word they just stuck around each other the two times their families were attending the same galla but it was fun for once...if she remembered correctly

It was still a time where he mother was the one dressing her up in those awful sparkly or floral dresses with cutesy hairdo...a goth's nightmare Sam got shivers just thinking back on it

"Yes I remember you Tim Drake...what can I do to help?"

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"okay so, my cousin say she can come pick us up as long as we don't care for basic road safety?"

Tim said coming back to his family who had all migrated to sit at a picnic table near the car

Jason Dick and Damian who had left for a gas station a few minutes ago to grab some snacks and see if they had anything to fix the car came back at the same time dropping bags of chips, candy and other bar chocolate

The comment about road safety made Bruce frown (hypocrite) but all the other kids could not care less

"so...we're not getting picked up by a limousine? Or is it more of a bus bar type of thing?"

Stephanie ask resulting on her head being bonked by Dick

"no the real question is what's your cousin like?"

"I am not spending a car ride with a snobbyer version of Tim"

Jason added making Damian nod in agreement and Tim roll his eyes

"To be honest, I don't remember much? She didn't sound snobby on the phone?"

Tim guess trying to make a mental image of what Samantha may look now, she probably let her dark chocolate brown hair grow? Or maybe she cut them? Would she still wear floral prints and sparkles? Probably not she hated them as a kid

"and how are her parents?"

Bruce inquired not without warning glares from his kids

"I remember even less! But Sam said they weren't home so..."

"hn"

Bruce narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything

"really all I remember about them is the fakest laugh and sparkly pink dresses"

Tim sighed

"sparkly pink dress? Are you trying to kill my rep?"

A new voice joined in the conversation making everyone at the table jump save from cass who had noticed the presence long ago

All but turned to see this goth girl wearing an all black dress with at least three layers of clothes and even more in accessoires

She smiled at them with teeth a little too sharp for comfort

"hi I'm Samantha Manson, but please call me sam! I hope you won't mind but my car might me a little cramped"

She said in a friendly voice beeping her car key bringing her car, a hearse, back to life radio blasting the latest song she was listening to and making her headlights bath them in light really tieing the whole spooky vibes together

Yeah...the kids are gonna like this girl.

[acmeangel]

♡ You and Levi are both in the Survey Corps. You have a nightmare, and Levi tries to comfort you.

♡ SFW

You wake up choking on air, body tight and rigid with the aftershocks of a nightmare you can't quite shake. Eld, Oluo, Gunther, Petra—they were all there. You feel like your mind is coiled around your entire body, from your skull to your feet, wound so tightly you might snap at any second. The room is still, dark, except for the faint moonlight dappling in through the window. Your heartbeat is a chaotic thing, it feels like an entity separate from yourself, slamming against your ribs, and you know—instinctively—that you're not getting back to sleep anytime soon. Because that's how this always goes.

So, you move, because your mind feels so heavy that it could break the bed itself. The floor is cold and rough beneath your bare feet as you cross the room, fingers tightening around the glass of water left untouched on your desk. You drink, but the dryness in your mouth persists. You notice a few drops of water that have escaped your glass and landed on the desk because your hands won't stop shaking.

You hate the way your body refuses to be controlled by sheer willpower. The way it remembers what you try to forget.

A chair creaks behind you.

"Tch." The familiar click of Levi's tongue slices through the thick, dry air. Was it always this dry? You shake away the thought as his voice rings out. "Third night in a row. You wanna tell me what the hell's going on, or is this just your new routine?"

He's exactly where he always is—sitting in the chair in the corner, arms crossed, eyes sharp despite the late hour. He's been doing this since the first night you spent together. Never in the bed, never fully relaxed, always just a little on guard. You've never asked him why.

You exhale through your nose. Slow. Steady. You need to be steady. "It's nothing."

"Mmh. Nothing's got you pacing around at this hour."

You don't know why you'd even bothered lying to him—the truth was written plainly across your face, written in the beads of cold sweat that rimmed your forehead.

"Go back to sleep, Levi," you murmur, trying to keep your voice smooth as you grip the glass so tightly that the pads of your fingers start to hurt.

"Not really an option when you're stomping around like a damn horse. You should at least learn to be quiet if you're gonna be up like this."

You almost laugh—in other circumstances, you would've. But it gets caught in your throat like an insect in a web.

The silence stretches. Levi watches you, expression unreadable, waiting. You wonder if he sees the way your shoulders have tensed up, the way your knees are locked, the way your eyes are glassy and distant, caught in the tormenting area between past and present.

"I'm fine," you say, quieter this time. "It was just a dream."

"Just a dream." He says it flatly, like he's testing the words.

You know what he thinks about that. That nightmares aren’t 'just' anything. That they’re the past creeping back in with serrated teeth and clawing hands. They're the scent of metallic blood, the sounds of anguished screams, the crunch of Titan's teeth around flesh and bone. And they don't let go until you force them to.

Levi exhales, long and slow. "So. Tell me."

Your throat tightens. You know you shouldn't test his patience, but the thought of telling him everything, of the coil snapping—it's too much to withstand. So you say: "No."

"Y/N."

You shake your head. He waits a beat, then moves—steady, unhurried, the way he always does. He stands, steps toward you, stops just close enough that you can physically feel his presence.

And maybe that’s why you snap.

"It was them," you say, voice barely above a whisper. "They were there again. All of them this time. I—"

Your breath shudders out as if you're drowning and gasping for air. Levi says nothing, but you see it. The way he shifts his posture, the way his jaw clenches like he’s biting back something sharp.

"I couldn’t do anything," you say. "I watched them die, Levi. Over and over. I just stood there. And... And I don't even mean just in the dream. I... I can't stop thinking—"

"You didn’t just stand there."

You release a breath that’s almost a laugh, but it tastes sour on your tongue. "I didn't save them either, so I might as well have."

He doesn’t argue. Levi has never been the type to feed you empty reassurances or give you a big, warm hug that says 'everything's going to be alright'.

Instead, he says, "You tried. You did what you could. Made the decisions you had to make. Like we all do."

Your fingers curl into your palms. "It’s not enough."

Levi watches you. His gaze is steady, unreadable, but you can feel it burning into you. Then, finally, he exhales, slow and deliberate.

"It never is. But it has to be. The alternative is that they all died a shitty, pointless death."

It's not a comfort. Just a fact. A truth you’ve both learned the hard way.

You nod a feeble nod and the tension from your body releases, just a bit. You set the glass down, the one you've been clutching the entire time like it's the only thing keeping you tethered to the ground. Levi doesn't move, but he stays there, close enough to catch you if you need it. And for the first time tonight, your body stops shaking.

The silence between you shifts. It's not so heavy, not so dark and bottomless and cavernous—it just exists. Levi tilts his head slightly, his eyes flickering over you for a moment. Then he jerks his chin toward the bed.

"Come on."

You hesitate. "I'm not—"

"Just get in the damn bed, Y/N."

He doesn’t wait for you to protest again. He just moves, making his way back to the chair—only this time, he stops. His eyes shift to the mattress, then back to you. He watches as you slowly lie down, the mattress dipping beneath your weight. And then, without a word, he lowers himself onto the edge of the bed. Not close. Not touching.

You instinctively hold your breath, as if the faintest sound or movement will make him change his mind. "Levi, you don’t—"

"Go to sleep."

You feel him shift slightly, settling into the bed with his full weight, his body flat next to yours. There's still a distance between you—a careful, meticulous choice. But he's there.

Minutes pass. Then, Levi exhales softly in the secret of the dark. You hear the quiet rustle of fabric as he shifts again. A slow, subtle movement—an accident, almost. And then, just barely, the faintest brush of his hand against yours.

You don’t move, and neither does he.

Sleep doesn’t come easily. It never does. But now, at least, it doesn’t feel so daunting.

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Platonic Plus One

Chapter 9

Word count: 3k y'all better be back in my inbox happy as can be. I decided to try out not having a specific POV now that we have the background from both of the girls. anon that has avoided reading chap 7 and 8 due to heartache this is one dedicated to you

Paige opened her eyes to sunlight and soft rubs up and down her back. When she turned, she met big brown eyes smiling down at her. 

“Morning, Paigey!”

“Mornin’, Az.” Paige rubs her eyes, trying to wake up.

“Look, Paige, I need to leave soon, but I can’t wait another minute.” Azzi sits up, wrapping her arms around her legs. 

“What’s going on?”

“I love you.”

“Uh, I love you too, Azzi, but what's wrong?”

“No, Paige. I love you. Like I am in love with you, and it’s killing me.”

Paige whispers, trying to believe it, “You love me?”

“Yes, baby, and I’m so sorry for not seeing it sooner. Seeing you sooner.” 

Paige’s brain is in overdrive until she notices the insecurity Azzi displays while waiting for Paige to respond. Words have never been Paige’s forte, so she speaks in actions. Paige lunges forward, grabs Azzi’s face, and dips her head to connect their lips. 

Finally, their lips touch. And then? Then, Paige wakes up from her dream to an empty bed. 

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Earlier that morning...

Azzi woke up before her alarm, Paige still wrapped around her. She looked so peaceful and content, but she needed to prepare for all the wedding party activities. 

“Paigey, I gotta get up.”

“Mmm, no. I’m comfy.”

“I know, baby, but I have to go do all this bridesmaids stuff.” It slipped without a thought. For a moment, Azzi froze, worried Paige would notice she called her baby. Instead, Paige nuzzled herself further into Azzi’s neck, with her lips ghosting her skin. 

“Can’t we just cuddle today?” Paige mumbles. 

Azzi learned a long time ago that if Paige isn’t ready to wake up, she won’t. Azzi kissed her on the forehead, a promise to talk things out later, and slipped out of bed. 

Azzi made her way downstairs and already felt herself longing for Paige. How much time can you spend with someone and still need more time with them? She shoots Paige a quick text.

Princess 💗: morning paigey! I miss you already 

Azzi walks around the corner to see the other bridesmaids. “Azzi! You’re here!” Jessica yells, welcoming her in for a hug, and whispers, “Nice hickey, by the way.” She pulls away and winks. Shit. Azzi totally forgot to check her neck after last night and apply a cover-up. 

“Okay, so the plan for today is a final dress fitting, just in case, nails, and remember to text your partners to join us at 4 PM for dance lessons! We’ll have a break before then, too.”

The girls make their way to the dress fittings and change into their dresses. “Ladies, you are all absolutely stunning.” 

Azzi smiles at her cousin lovingly. “Thanks, Jess, you picked beautiful dresses!” 

One of the other bridesmaids chimed in, “Girl, just wait until Paige sees you in that. She’s gonna lose it.” 

“True. She already can’t keep her hands off of you if your neck says anything about it!” 

Azzi can feel the heat coming up her neck, thinking about how the hickey got there in the first place. Then she looks at the dress in the mirror, imagining Paige’s hands moving across her hips. “Mmm, yeah, I hope so.” 

“I totally get that it's my wedding, but I just have to say, I love to see you in love, Az. Paige is one lucky gal.” 

Azzi sighs, indulging in the thought of being in love with Paige. “I’m the lucky one.”  

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After sleeping in late, Paige checks her phone and opens all the texts from Azzi. Maybe she should have gone to Azzi and talked to her about it all, but there are just too many emotions Paige doesn’t understand. Azzi is going to think she’s crazy for being so upset about her having sex with a guy in high school. But why didn’t she tell her? 

Paige decided to decompress and spend the day playing basketball at the pool. She threw on black shorts, white and black nikes, and a white t-shirt with the RHUDE logo. She put her hair up in a ponytail, leaving the front strands to frame her face. 

Paige enjoyed listening to music and casually shooting baskets. After a while, she went to the pool bar, waiting for someone she could order a drink from. In the meantime, she looked down at her phone, trying to figure out how to respond to Azzi. 

“Well, well, look who it is. No girlfriend attached to you today?”

Bailey wraps around the corner. Of course, she is the one working today. Paige just wants to avoid confrontation. She has enough to think about.

“Uh, hey, I just was tryna get some water.” 

“Hm, sure thing, cutie.”

Bailey comes back with a glass of water for her. “Look, I know I came off strong the other day, I guess I was just caught off guard and got defensive. I’m sorry to you and u-uh, your girlfriend.”

“Thanks, man, I really appreciate that.” 

“You are really hot, though, so...”

“Appreciate it, but I’m good with Azzi.”

“Hm, Azzi, pretty name. How’d you guys meet?” Paige looks up at Bailey, trying to figure out if this is a trick. “I get it. You’re a taken girl, but that doesn’t mean we can’t chat.”

“We, uh, we met playing basketball for Team USA in high school.”

“Wait, like an Olympic-type thing? She plays too?”

“Yeah, she’s a baller. Best in the nation.”

“Impressive...you guys are like a power couple and high school sweethearts? No wonder she wasn’t trying to share. Gotta respect a girl who knows what she has while she still has it.” Yeah, tell Azzi that.

“Yeah, I’m lucky.”

Paige and Bailey keep talking, finding out how much they have in common. Bailey backs off from flirting with Paige for the most part and genuinely seems interested in being friends. It’s not like there’s anything else to do until Azzi needs her for dance lessons. 

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As soon as the bridesmaids finished getting their nails done, Azzi checked her phone for any sign of Paige. Still, no text. There’s no way she’s still asleep. 

Princess 💗: you doin okay p?

Princess 💗: we are doing massages next and then ill come find you

It’s not like Paige not to respond to her, so she’s starting to get nervous. Jessica must have noticed. 

“You okay, cuz?” 

“Y-yeah, just Paige hasn’t texted me at all today, which, I now realize saying this out loud, I sound like a crazy clingy girlfriend, but it's not like her. That’s all.”

“You’re not a crazy girlfriend Azzi, you just miss your girl. I get that way with Brandom sometimes, too.” 

“Yeah, sorry I’m making this about me. Let me see your nails!”

Once all the girls gather in the lobby, they make their way to the spa. Azzi could really use a deep tissue massage after all of this. She checks her phone and reaches out to Paige one last time before lying down.

Princess 💗: i can’t wait to see you

She tries to relax; she really does. But all she can think about is how to talk to Paige about her feelings. What will Paige say? What if she doesn’t feel the same way? Everyone assumed they were dating for a reason, so something must be there. 

“Sweetie, you’re so tense! Try to think about something you love that relaxes you.” The issue is that normally, Paige is both of those things. She takes a deep breath to reset and imagines that the hands on her back belong to Paige. 

After she tore her ACL, Paige was by her side, doing everything to promote Azzi’s healing, including massages. Paige would straddle her waist and rub deeply into her back. It felt so charged each time, but Azzi pushed any inappropriate thoughts down. Paige only did it because it helped. Azzi convinced herself she would do that for any teammate. But she didn’t do it for anyone but Azzi. The thought of Paige’s strong hands being made only for her lulled her to sleep, letting her enjoy the rest of the massage. 

Before she knew it, Azzi’s massage ended, and she lazily woke up. Azzi brought a change of clothes, knowing she’d be tired after a full day. She put on flip flops, pink sweatpants, and a cropped tank top.

The girls gathered to say their goodbyes before dance lessons in a few hours. The second Azzi could see her phone, she rushed to see if Paige had responded. Still nothing. Now, Azzi is really starting to worry. 

Princess 💗: im done. wya?

Azzi tried to be patient for a response but soon remembered she could check Paige’s find my friends. She can see her icon at the pool and makes her way there. Once she arrives, Azzi immediately clocks Paige’s bright blonde hair at the pool bar...talking to Bailey? Of all people for her to be with right now, why on earth would she be with her? Azzi takes a deep breath and makes her way over. She gently puts her hand low on Paige’s back. 

“Hi, baby.” Paige turns, surprised to see Azzi. Maybe if she checked her phone, she wouldn’t be so shocked. 

“Oh, Az, hey! W-what are you doing here?” Is she serious right now?

“Uh, to be with you? We have a break before dance lessons, so I figured we could do something.” Azzi hears an annoying fake cough to her right. Bailey looks at Paige expectantly, as if she isn’t here with Azzi. 

“Oh right, right, Az, you remember Bailey, yeah?”

“Mhm.” Azzi keeps her lips tight and focused on Paige. “Why haven’t you answered my texts?”

“Oh shit, sorry Az, I haven’t checked my phone.” Paige pats her shorts, trying to find her phone, and pulls it out to a bunch of missed texts. 

“That’s probably my fault. I’ve been distracting her. Right, Paigey?” Bailey smirks proudly. 

“Oh, is that right, Paigey?” Azzi is pissed. And now, with her mouth wide open, Paige suddenly lost all ability to speak. 

Azzi rolls her eyes at the blonde and grumbles, “Let’s go, P.” She grips Paige’s hand, pulling her to stand up. Paige grabs her stuff, and they start walking towards their room. The silence is loud.

“Look, I’m really sorry, Azzi. I should have texted you.” Azzi keeps walking silently.

“Az?” Still nothing. 

“Azzi, c’mon, is this about Bailey?” Azzi glares at Paige as she unlocks their door. 

“Dude, it’s not that deep. You were too busy talking to Jonathon last night to care about me anyway, so how is this any different?”

Azzi stops suddenly and turns to truly look at Paige for the first time since they said hi at the pool bar. “Are you fucking serious right now, Paige?”

“I mean, I’m not wrong! You didn’t even notice I fuckin’ left.”

“So in return you spent the day with the girl that’s been trying to fuck you since we got here? Isn’t that right, Paigey?”

“Yeah, and? At least she wanted to be with me. What does it matter to you anyway?”

“Paige, I tried to go with you last night! I kept texting you last night and all day today. How does that translate to not wanting to be with you?”

Paige sighed and sat at the edge of the bed, dropping her face into her hands. 

“Paige, c’mon, you can’t be serious right now that I didn’t care about you. Is that what this is all about?” Paige shakes her head in her hands, still not speaking. Azzi knows Paige can get frustrated easily but sometimes needs help slowing down. 

Azzi sat down next to Paige and gently rubbed her back. “P...talk to me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, Az?” She whispers, almost inaudibly. 

“I don’t know.”

Finally, Paige looked up at her. “That’s it? You don’t know?”

“I just, I g-guess I got scared.”

“Scared? Of me?” Fear and hurt began to cloud Paige’s beautiful blue eyes. 

“No! Paige, that’s not what I me—” Paige burst into tears, breaking Azzi’s heart into a million pieces. 

“I thought we were best friends. I thought we told each other everything.”

“We do! P, I’m sorry! I can explain, I promise.”

“I’m so fucking stupid.” Azzi grabs Paige’s face, forcing them to make eye contact. 

“No. You’re not stupid. You’re Paige Bueckers. You’re my best friend.” You’re the love of my life.

Paige searches in Azzi’s eyes, trying to trust her and understand where it all went wrong. Finally, Paige broke, melting into Azzi and letting her tears flow. All the emotions, confusion, and pressure fall out with her tears.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.” She let Paige cry. Let her hold onto Azzi for her dear life. 

“I’m sorry, Az, I j-just I don’t k-know, I th-thought you were mad at me.” Azzi pulls her face from her neck and wipes the tears off Paige’s face. 

“Paige, I’m not mad at you, okay, baby? I messed up and should have told you. Honestly, I regretted doing anything with him, and I was embarrassed.” Azzi gently moved the strands hanging in Paige’s face out of the way. “I’m sorry, P.”

Paige placed her hand on Azzi’s wrists, using her thumb to rub the inside of her wrist. “I’m sorry too. I guess I started to panic that I don’t mean to you what you mean to me.” Neither girl moved, looking deeply into each other’s eyes. Another tear fell down Paige’s face, and Azzi leaned forward to kiss the tear with so much tenderness it took Paige’s breath away. She continued to pepper Paige’s cheeks gently with kisses. 

Azzi pulls back slightly to look into Paige’s eyes and whispers, “You mean everything to me.” Without a second thought, Azzi moved forward to kiss Paige. At first, Paige didn’t respond, but then Azzi could feel her tension release. She pulled back to look at Paige, scared of what she would say, but then Paige surged forward, kissing Azzi back with an intensity that could only replace the words Paige didn’t know how to say. 

Paige grabbed the back of Azzi’s neck, swiping her tongue against her bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. Azzi gladly invited her in, opening her mouth, moaning when their tongues touched. She gripped Paige’s shirt, desperately pulling her closer. In response, Paige pushed them both down on the bed, leaning over Azzi, but it wasn’t enough. Azzi pulled at the back of her leg, making Paige straddle her completely. 

Azzi grabs her neck, turning her head to kiss her as deeply as possible. She grips Paige’s hair at the back of her head and pulls, causing Paige to moan into her mouth. Noted. Azzi reacted to the sound of Paige moaning by rolling her hips upwards, trying to create friction. Paige rolled down even harder, biting Azzi’s bottom lip and pulling it hard. 

Azzi’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as her chest arched at the feeling. Paige took it as an invitation to move down to her neck, right back to where she had left a mark last night. Proof of what they’ve yet to acknowledge. 

Azzi grabbed Paige’s hips, encouraging her to grind into her. “Mmm, Paige, please.”

“Whatchu want, princess?” Fuck. She’s never going to be able to hear that nickname in a PG way ever again.  

“You, more, please.” Paige had imagined moments like this so many countless nights, desperate for a release. 

Paige responds, her voice low and raspy, “I gotchu, baby.” Paige moved her leg to slide in between Azzi’s and pushed into her, kissing her again. Paige moved her hands to Azzi’s stomach, running her hand up until she met the bottom of her crop top. Paige began to move her hand under Azzi’s shirt an—KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. 

Startled by the loud knocks, Paige jumped off Azzi, falling onto the floor and scrambling to get up. Azzi burst out laughing. Watching Paige, with swollen lips, desperately trying to catch up with reality was both entertaining and endearing. 

Paige jumped up, walking towards the door. “Coming!”

Azzi snorts, “You wish.” Paiged glared at her and whisper-yelled, “Shut up,” before opening the door to find Jake on the other side. 

“Oh, uh, Jake? What’s up?”

“Hey, sorry to interrupt, but dance lessons are starting right now, and Azzi wasn’t answering her phone.”

Azzi joins Paige at the door. “Oh, no, I’m so sorry, it was on do not disturb, and we lost track of time!”

The girls grab their phones and head downstairs with Jake. There’s a charged tension lingering in the air from their kiss. Since they rushed downstairs, they had no time to talk about what almost happened. 

Both girls' heart rates are still through the roof, trying to come down from the height of their want for each other. The issue is that now they had to dance...closely. 

“Paige, put your hand on her back and pull her close. You’re leading, but you’re together in this.”

“Right. Yeah. Okay.” Paige awkwardly put her hand high on Azzi’s lower back. How was she so hot and confident not even 10 minutes ago? The instructor moved her hand down lower, and Paige visibly gulped. Azzi is pretty happy to see she’s not the only one affected by what just went down between them. 

After more instruction, the music started, and the girls found their groove. The instructor’s goal for today was to get everyone successfully through the song one time, but he gave up on Paige and Azzi. About halfway through, Paige pulled Azzi in even closer, and they rested their foreheads against each other. At this point, they kind of forgot the choreography and began swaying, holding each other close. Azzi moved her hands to wrap around Paige’s shoulders. 

Their noses brushed against each other as they took in this feeling. The feeling that everything might be okay.

[palettepainter]

Does Doey ever find out the origin of his creation, if so, what are his thoughts on it? Is it relieving to know the source of all that confusion, or does it add more stress to his mind?

(pulls up a chair) No no no cuz lets talk about this-

Doey goes on to explain what the interrogation rooms are in ch 4 and his own experiences in them, he also goes on to talk about the doctor and how he knows that A) he knows his name is Harley Swayer and B) he knows Harley was responsible for creating him/the other bigger bodies

In cannon I think it's highly likely that Doey is aware of what it is Playtime is doing with the orphans, and then during the final fight where he says "Mommy daddy i just wanna go home" implies that he at least remembers interacting with Susan and George before they died (rip)

BUT...What if he didn't know that?? HM?? Imagine how utterly world destroying that would be: Doey waking up as this thing, he isn't human, nor animal, he's a thing. Property. Playtime Co prod at him and have his work like a mule. For a long time Doey views himself as just that, a thing, he has no identity, and he hates it.

After the hour of joy and safe haven is created, Doey finally feels like he's learning about himself for the first time. He can interact with toys not because he's being forced to, but because he can, he can be him, he can learn who he is.

Imagine going through all that pain and suffering, finally getting to a point where you a content with who you are and the family you have built from the painful situation you were forced into without a say, only to then have your identity taken away to when you learn that no. You aren't Doey, you never were just Doey, you are three kids, three helpless kids that were forced to become Doey

The identity you built for yourself has been built on the death of three innocent kids, your identity is build on pain and ultimately death

You are not Doey, nor Jackie, nor Kevin, nor Matthew, you don't know what you are anymore..

EDIT: (COMES CRASHING BACK INTO THIS POST TO ADD)

DOEY FEELING ALL THIS ANGUISH, ANGER AND SADNESS BUT NEVER KNOWING IT'S ORIGIN, ONLY TO LEARN THAT ALL THOSE FEELINGS WERE NEVER HIS OWN, IT WAS SOMEONE ELSES SUFFERING. MAKING HIM QUESTION IF ANY OF HIS CHOICES, FEELINGS OR TIMES OF HAPPINESS HAVE EVER BEEN HIS. WAS ANYTHING HE DID EVER HIS??

[lunajay33]

Where are You? Part.6

•🍃🌑🕊️🧟‍♀️•

Summary: You’ve been with Daryl since you were teenagers having a lovely little girl and another on the way but then the apocalypse happens and you’re left by yourself with your daughter and unborn child, will you ever find you husband again? Mean while Daryl is with a group that has no idea about his family

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f!reader

Warnings: Usual twd violence, pregnancy

Part.5

•Masterlist•

I wake up feeling even more exhausted then usual remembering I literally just gave birth last night in the middle of no where, yawning I sit up holding Levi in my arms and he was babbling with wide eyes he look just like Daryl, Harlow squirms as she wakes up rubbing her eyes and her hair a mess

“Mommy I’m hungry” she groans when her belly grumbles

“I know sweetheart me too, we should have some peaches left in the bag” she pulls out two and hands me one, I eat it savouring the sweet juice while I feed Levi, happy he is a quiet baby

“Are you feeling okay?” Harlow asks as she takes a sip of water, I nod giving her a week smile

“Just tired sweetie giving birth really takes it out of me, today we will rest” she nods as she fixes the blanket around us

The rest of the morning we sit around just trying to take in the moment, Harlow would play with Levi’s little fingers, giggling when he’d yawn

“Do you think he’ll like daddy?” Harlow asks and it’s like a punch to the stomach

“I’m sure Levi will love him, he won’t admit it but your daddy loves taking care of children” she giggles at that but she stops when we hear a rumbling near by, since we’re right off the road who ever it is will see us, I try to get up and hide us knowing how dangerous people are now but there’s no time and a motorcycle and truck pull up and I can’t believe my eyes, it’s him it’s really him

Harlow jumps up and runs straight to him through the leaves right to the road

“DADDY YOU FOUND US!” She screams as she jumps in his arms, Maggie and Glenn get out of the truck not believing their eyes

“Y/n! Oh my god” Maggie says as they make their way over Daryl running with Harlow dropping beside me frantic

“Help mommy please she’s so tired” I lift my hand and grip Daryl’s shoulder wanting to cry and scream and thank god that he’s here but I’m so tired

“Y/n he’s so beautiful” Maggie smiles as she takes Levi from me

“Mommy was so strong she gave birth to him all by herself last night!” Harlow cheers as she cuddles into me still

“I’m so sorry peach, I should’ve found ya, ya shouldn’t have been alone” Daryl sighs as he pulls me to his chest kissing the top of my head

“It’s okay, you’re here now……do you have somewhere safe?” I ask as he picks me up gently in his arms as Glenn get our bags and supplies and brings us to the truck

“Bring em back to the prison follow me” Daryl says giving me one last kiss

“Just rest Angel”

Glenn drives off to this prison I guess and I feel Harlow rub my arm as she’s sat beside me

“I knew he’d find us!” She smiles I hope her joy never goes away

•

We pull up to a prison seeing Carl at the gates letting us in and then the rest of the group that’s left, I suppose, is coming out to greet them but everything just feels so hazy

The door opens and Daryl gently lifts me out bringing me into the prison I hear a few gasps and questions as we pass by the others

He lays me down on a mattress and sits beside me

“I’m sorry” he grumbles again but I just take his hand and squeeze

“Shhh just lay with me” I sigh feeling my eyes become heavy

“I’ve got ya now” he holds me close and for once in so long I can finally fall asleep peacefully

•

I wake up feeling a bit more refreshed but Daryl’s not around and it’s dark out I must’ve been out all day

I head down the stairs to the dinning area where everyone is sat eating

“Y/n! You’re awake come eat” Maggie smiles motioning to the spot next to her and Daryl, Daryl’s filling Harlows plate with pease and some kind of mash

“How’re you feeling?” Rick asks from across the table

“Better, it’s been a tiring few months and with this little guys arrival, Daryl just found us at the right time” I smile as I eat what Daryl puts on my plate

We share stories of what been happening and Harlow looks so happy to be back with everyone, then little Levi starts to cry in Beth’s arms

“I think he’s hungry” she giggles handing her to me

Daryl and I look down at him for a moment admiring him before he starts to feed

“He looks just like me”

“He does, quiet like you too, barely made a peep when he came out”

“Yeah and then mommy let me help clean him and put him to sleep are you proud of me daddy!” Harlow chimes

“Of course yer the best lil girl” Daryl praises

We finish eating and we all head up back to bed, Harlow behind Daryl then me the Levi in my arms as Daryl holds me tight to his chest whispering in my ear

“I ain’t ever letting ya go again I can’t live without ya” and I knew I’m back home

•

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[concretejunglefm]

coming to bother you with this

i keep thinking about noah being so soft with reader, like holding them after a long day, loving all over them, telling how much he loves them, etc.

or the other way around, with them telling him how much they love him, soft soft stuff like that

I love nothing but soft thoughts and I've been have so many recently just not able to put them into actual words, but this thought made me 🥺 I hope you don't mind 💕

CW: mostly fluff, but mentions of negative thoughts, struggles with depression, loss and recurring nightmares.

There was once a time when Noah would wake up in the night to find you lying there, waging with the war behind your eyes. Now, it seems like you’ve switched places. You sleep peacefully beside him, your body tucked against his, because despite wearing more layers than him in comparison to his own stark sleepwear, you still feel cold and always attempt to steal his warmth.

Noah has woken from another nightmare, the same one that has plagued his waking thoughts for days. The circumstances may differ, but the outcome is always the same: this life you share is not his to keep. Every time he closes his eyes, it’s taken away from him and when he wakes, he expects to find himself back in his old room, the one he left almost a year ago when you entered his life.

When he does wake, he finds himself in a moonlit room—the same one he’s been sleeping in for the past year, building and sharing memories of his own with the person he loves lying beside him.

Normally, sleep would come easily, but he refuses to succumb, too afraid of reliving the nightmare he dragged himself out of and for the rest of the night, he lays awake, battling sleeps attempts to pull him back under. As he does, he listens to the faint sound of your breathing, a comforting reassurance that you’re still here with him, and this is real.

Noah doesn’t wake you, not wanting to disturb you with the trivial and absurd thoughts his mind has chosen to torment him with. However, it’s as if you’re deeply connected to him on a level that draws you out of your sleep, and he hears the faint whisper of your tired voice.

“Noah, what’s wrong?”

He can’t hide from you, no matter how hard he tries. He’s never been able to keep his face from spilling his worries. Instead of fighting it and telling you to go back to sleep, he rolls over onto his side, his long arm falling over you. He feels your fingers find his as your gesture of comfort before you nestle yourself closer.

In the darkness, he tries to make out your features, using the faint moonlight to trace them. He notices the way your brows knit together in worry as you look up at him and contemplates his questions relating to the storm of worries currently raging in his mind, and decides to start with a lighthearted opener: “Do you remember when you asked me if I’d still love you if you were a worm?”

You laugh. You didn’t expect the question and you laugh. Your laughter fills his heart with warmth. It comes not from a place of ridicule, but a soft, sweetness. “Of course I do,” you say. “You had promised to build me my own terrarium to carry me around.” Your voice, filled with sleep, makes him smile. He remembers the moment you mention, how you knew that to be the moment you had fallen for him completely.

Noah had already fallen long before that, but had been too shy to admit it.

Sometimes, like now, he wants to delve into his concerns and ask you, “Do you love me?” with the same playful yet serious tone that you used when asking that question and before he can control himself, those exact words come stumbling out.

Silence follows and he glazes at you in the darkness.

Without missing a beat, you move closer, your hand searching for his face in the darkness as you come to cradle his cheek. “Noah, of course I love you,” you say, trying to calm the raging waves. However, their intensity remains, threatening to overflow, especially as he feels the gentle warmth of your breath and the soft press of your forehead against his.

“What if I don’t deserve this? What if I don’t deserve you?” He despises the fact that he’s allowing himself to indulge in these darker thoughts that currently haunt his mind, and that he’s even giving them a voice. However, the relentless gnawing at him makes it incredibly challenging to suppress them.

The constant worry revolves around wanting to give you the best and fearing that he isn’t capable of it because he’s not used to keeping the people he loves to this extent. Throughout his life, he’s experienced varying degrees of loss, and he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you, especially now that he’s become so vulnerable with you, letting you into his heart completely. The two of you are already on the path to starting a life together, yet some days, he’s plagued by the idea and worry that he’ll lose you, that you’ll decide you want better, and deserve better than him.

It’s your voice that pulls him back as he spirals within his own mind. Your fingers gently stroke through his hair, a soothing caress on the crown of his head as you whisper softly into the darkness.

“Noah, I love you, and I’m not going anywhere. You’re the most selfless person I’ve ever known, not just to your friends but even to those you don’t know.” You move hand to press against his chest, over his heart, your touch soothing the rapid beating of it. “You deserve happiness, and if you believe I’m a source of that, then I promise you that you deserve me. I want you, and I love you, and I’m so grateful to have you in my life. I’ve never felt more fortunate.”

Each word you speak further calms the dark thoughts in his mind, driving away the storm and pulling him further into your embrace. He has no words to respond with, instead meeting you with a soft, loving, and wet kiss. He hadn’t noticed the tears that roll down his cheeks, unsure if they had started before or after your assurance. Regardless, they currently feel less sad than when he had woken earlier. He feels less sad because now, a majority of that feeling has been replaced with your love and assurance, matching what he always provides to you in these moments.

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[asha-dasha]

sometimes i remember odysseus was really gone for TWENTY years... damn

Penelope was a mother for longer than she was by his side. She was the ruler of Ithaca longer than he was. Telemachus completely grows up with a single parent. Ithaca would have had a completely changed. What trees were cut down that Odysseus grew up climbing? That he dreamt of teaching his son to climb? Twenty years is a long time of loneliness. Does he flinch away whenever his doting wife and affection son try to hug him or even touch his hands? How long is he home before Penelope learns to not try to wake him from nightmares because he might react violently? When does Telemachus startle him and find himself on the wrong end of a blade, thankful that he grew up dodging blows? How many times does he locks himself in his room refusing to answer to the lure of the Ithacan cliffs because the guilt is crushing? How does Penelope tell him how and why Anticlea died? Does she or does that stay buried into the waves? Does he ever speak to his sister again or can they not face each other? Which is worst? Does Penelope try to make him talk to his fellow generals just to realize that the scars of war have been almost forgotten in his attempts to get home? Does Telemachus flinch away when anger gets ahold of him? Does the boy he wouldn't shut up about fear him, even if it's jsut instinctual? Do Penelope and Telemachus have inside jokes that he's never truly a part of even though they take time to explain them?

How does he even begin to slot himself into their lives again? Twenty years is a long time.

[btswit7]

Almost, Always (I/II)

Pairing: best friend's brother Jeon Jungkook / reader

Word count: 8.4k

Genre: mild slow burn, comfort, heartbreak, angst, comfort, 5 year age gap, romance.

Summary: She was always there—watching, admiring, loving him in quiet. Almost like a habit, almost like a dream she never wanted to wake up from. But to him, she was just his sister’s best friend. Until she wasn’t. Until he saw what he had been missing all along. But by then, was it already too late?

Tag list: @jenniebyrubies

A/n: finally! Done with it, Enjoy reading! I swear I had such a shitty time editing it. I tried to copy 8.4k words here and I have no idea why it did not get copied here and now I have to re-edit the entire thing. Fuck!

Ahh, 3hrs after posting it I realised, the very second paragraph was wrong. I was literally frustrated :")

You were Jungkook’s admirer. He was 5 years older than you. You have grown up in front of him. You were the one who gave him numerous nicknames that people around you started calling him with.

The neighborhood you lived in has many houses, the two stories house a few steps further away from yours is your best friend, Rua’s house. Jungkook is Rua’s elder brother. You and Rua have known each other since childhood and that's how long Jungkook knows you. Well, Jungkook was the reason why you met with Rua.

It's been a month, you have been living in this new place, in this new house where you are indeed bored. You haven't stepped out of the house if it isn't for your mother tagging along with you. You were an introvert and hence you barely stepped out of your house.

It was on a bright day, when you didn't have school you started playing with the toys your dad had bought for you and that's when the door to your house was knocked and soon after your mom followed the way to the main door to open it, a kid and a small girl were sitting there. The small girl was clinging to the boy's hand.

“ Hello, Ms. Lee, Mom sent these for you.” He said passing a box of cookies to your mom as a toothy smile spread on his lips.

“ That's so sweet of your mom, tell her I told her thank you. Where do you live and who is she?” You mom asked, pointing towards the girl who has her one hand wrapped around her his legs as she held onto his legs tightly. She was wearing a floral printed frock with a pink hairband, her chubby squeezable cheeks that would make you want to just squeeze them.

“ The two stories house over there, that is our house” he says pointing to the house from the front perch of your house to the said house.

“ Okay, well do you want to come in? My daughter would like to play with you both.” You mom says opening the door wider for them, that's when Jungkook sees you sitting there with your toys sprawled all around the drawing room while the tv has some rhymes playing which you have no care about as you are busy playing with your cooking set.

Jungkook enters the hall with the girl, by holding his hand.

“ Heyy! I am Jungkook” he says flashing you a smile and then nudging the girl beside him, he whispers “ Rua say what I taught you”

“ Hii I am Rua and I am 5 years old” she says as she pushes her open palm which shows she is 5 on your face.

“ Rua, you don't do that” Jungkook scolds before taking her hand down from your face as he smiles almost embarrassingly.

“ Hello, I am Lee ___ and I am 5 years old” you say smiling.

“ Uhh, Ms. Lee, Rua is my younger sister” Jungkook says, looking at your mother, answering her previous question which he forgot.

“ You are our friend now. You can also come to our house to play. We have iron man” he says to you as he forwards his hand for a sake.

“ Girls like barbie oppa, not iron man” Rua says correcting Jungkook.

“ No but we have Barbie too. Rua plays with Barbie, you can also come to play with her” Jungkook says, correcting himself.

You smile, saying, “ She is in my school?” You ask Jungkook as you remember the familiar face that you have seen in your school.

“ Uh yes, she reads in your school and I too read in your school” Jungkook says as he picks up the male barbie doll from the floor.

“ We have the same school” you say again getting busy in your miniature no flame cooking.

Soon your mom comes and places a plate full of pineapple semi-sweet cookies.

Your favourite

“ Enjoy this kids while I bring you some orange juice” a squeal leaves all of your mouths as you three busy yourself in playing and having your cookies.

After your first interaction, one after other things kept on happening, you used to go play at Jungkook's house or sometimes they used to come play at your house. Then, you got into the same school as Rua and Jungkook, you went to the school in the same bus. That's how your relationship with Rua and her brother flourished.

It was when you were thirteen and Jungkook was eighteen. Your admiration for Jungkook kept on growing. The way he was so athletic, smart and cool. That's how he was known in the school. He was not only just handsome but he was kind too.

It was a basketball match in the school between the Red house and the Blue house. Both teams are known for their high athletic skills. The Red team was of Jungkook, he was the leader competing against the blue team.

“ Rua, come fast, the seats are going to be full ” you tell as you hurry towards the ground where the match is to be held. Jungkook was known all around the school. From teachers, the staff and to students everyone knew about him and hence a reason why you were worried you won't get any seat for the match.

Spotting a seat you quickly sit as you put your sweater beside you on the seat making space for Rua.

“ Shit! ___ you are more interested to see my brother than I am” she says looking on the ground to spot her brother.

“ Just focus on the game Rua” you say now, taking out a sigh of relief as she leaves the question and focuses on the game instead.

The entire game passed by and you watched each and every move of Jungkook mesmerized. The way he puts the ball in the goal effortlessly, the way he is so confident about his work and the way the stadium echoes in praises when he wins the match. Yes, he won the match.

Boys and girls around him cheer for him. You watch as his coach pats his back and whispers something in his ear making him smile before he leaves the place. Boys and girls around him join him as they start shooting for Jungkook, amidst all those people your eyes never leave Jungkook's figure as you.

Just then, one of the girls from the cheerleader group came to the front, forwarding Jungkook a towel. The cheerleader only had a tiny short and a tight white tee. Even through the entire crowd you could visibly see Jungkook tense up, his cheeks growing red as he takes the cloth from her hand. She forwards him a bottle of water as you look at your own blue bottle with your name written on top of it by your mother so it doesn't get mixed up with others. They talk for some more time as the cheerleaders as the crowd reduces.

“ ___ let's go! It's over. Next class will start in like 5 minutes” Rua nudges you on your shoulder as she looks at her wrist watch, the copy of which you are wearing too.

That's how close you were to Rua. Wearing the same things was very common between you both.

“ Uhh.. yeah let's leave” you say as you pick up your blazer and water bottle and rush inside but when you look behind you see how Jungkook has his hand wrapped around the cheerleader’s waist as she holds onto his forearm as their mutuals take a picture for them.

And that did get you thinking the rest of the day.

It was evening when you decided to go meet Jungkook. Well, in your defence you did tell yourself that you are not going to let Jungkook know that you sneaked from your class in the name of filling a water bottle and spent an entire class along with your break just to watch him play, you won't let him get to know that right?

Well, that's how your heart convinced your mind because you were not at all able to control yourself. Your mind just kept on thinking just about Jungkook—-

“ He is so cool”

“ Does he go to the gym? His thighs are sooo strong”

“ Jungkook is soo good looking”

“ but….who was that girl?”

You find yourself asking numerous questions which lead you to feel unfocused and then you decide to go meet Rua. Well some notes will be a good escape to go to her house because your mom will definitely not allow you to go considering it's 9:30 pm already.

You ring the doorbell for Rua's house. The door is opened by her mother who welcomes you in, without any question.

You spot rua sprawled on the sofa as she watches an anime on the tv. Well, your wish is to talk to Jungkook and not to rua. So, you go forward to her.

“ What's up buddy?” You ask as you patt on her shoulder later sitting down on the sofa.

“ Nothing much, well what are you doing here now? Your mum is going to scold you” she says as she sits straight on the sofa.

“ Actually I just had to talk to kook. I felt stuck in this sum. Where is he?” you ask looking around when you don't notice him.

“ He is in his room. You can go meet him” she says pointing towards the corridor which connects his room to the drawing hall.

Not like you don't know where his room is.

You knock on the door of his room thrice but hear nothing. You knock again but still no response but rua confirmed he was in his room. You quietly opened the door and peeked in, there he was by the large window looking out with wired headphones in his ear.

He looks ethereal.

The way the wind moves his soft luscious bangs with itself as his soft pink lips stay parted. His skin glowing under the moonlight. His face being the only thing glowing as the dark room, his black clothes and the night outside combines to form complete blackness.

You get in the room and place your notebook on the table beside the door. You quietly walk in and patt on Jungkook’s back. His plain eyebrows form a frown as he opens his eyes looking the way from where his shoulder was patted. There he spots you and soon he smiles taking out his earphone.

“ Hii ___” he says.

“ Hii kook” you say as you stand beside him. Now the wind makes your hair flow with his.

“ What are you doing here now? It's so late” he says, checking the time on his phone.

“ Uh.. I am here to… uh yeah congratulate you on your win” you say proudly, your eyes shining from the thrill of match that you watched a couple of hours ago.

“ I am proud of you kook! You did so well. The way you hit the ball in the last few seconds and it went exactly was just unreal! No wonder everyone was so amazed by your moves. The way each and every move of yours looks effortless but it just tells how much hard work you put in Mastering it. Just amazing, kook” you finally finished now looking at him.

“Wait, so you watched the entire match?” he guesses as a small smirk plays on his lips.

As soon as you hear his question your eyes widen realising you spoke way more than you should have.

Just great.

You hesitate later trying to mask it up, “ I didn't watch… I hear–”

“ Liar” he says as he leans forward slightly looking intently in your eyes, “ you do have this habit of blinking your eyes when you lie”

You look away as blush creeps up on your cheeks, he then slightly pinches your cheeks not knowing what this small act of his has done to you.

You both stay quiet for a while, enjoying the peace and the closeness of the moment while adding this entire moment to your memory lane with Jungkook.

“ But next time, don't skip your class to watch matches,” he says. You nod vigorously to his statement.

You try not to say this but you still end up saying, “ kook, who was that last girl who came to give you water?”

He frowns first thinking who you are talking about then he remembered, “ ah she is mia. She is a cheerleader and my classmate”

You nod while he continues, “ she is a nice girl, kind and sweet. It's fun to be in her company”

“ Oh, that's great” you say as you play with your fingers, suddenly finding the floor much more interesting you further add, “ okay I think I should go.. uh it's late” you take a few steps back but Jungkook holds your hand slightly stopping you.

“ But you just came here,” he says, frowning.

“ Mom, asked me to come fast. I just came to congratulate you on your win which I did now I should leave” you say forcing out a smile.

“ Okay, I'll walk you home” he says as he starts to keep his phone and headphones.

“ kook, I can manage it's not fa–”

“ I am not asking for permission, I am just letting you know that” he says as he walks out of the room and soon you follow not forgetting to take your notebook.

As you both walk side by side, you feel the soft wind causing you to chill, yes that's what winters do to you. It's your fault for not taking your sweater with you when you walked out of the house.

Jungkook is right beside you, you can feel his soft vanilla smell as warmth from his body radiates. You take a glance at his and then the thought of that girl with Jungkook crosses your mind.

He does think she is beautiful, did he ever think I am beautiful too? You find yourself questioning your own self as you both walk side by side.

“____, is something wrong? You are never this quiet” he asks, narrowing his eyes.

“ Nah, nothing's wrong” I say smiling as you stand when you reach your front door.

“ If you say so. Good night, ___” he says ruffling your hair making you smile more.

“ Good night kook” you say as you make a run towards your door.

Jungkook waits for you to get in as he waves his hand in the air which you reciprocate while getting in your house.

It was when you were, fifteen years old and he was twenty years old. Your whole family decided to have a small party at a restaurant where Jungkook's entire family and another family of your dad's friend was present.

Initially, it wasn't your parents plan to celebrate your birthday but an end moment thing.

You were done cutting the cake and a series of thank you left your lips when you received your birthday presents. The food arrived and after having the food and dessert, your and Jungkook's family came in your respective cars. Both of your family reach at the same time.

Your dad is busy in the garage parking the car, you are on your way to carry your big boxes of gifts in your house when you get called.

“ Uh yes kook?” You ask when you notice Jungkook standing right behind you, both his hands behind his back.

“ Uh.. I just have a gift for you” he says as he forwards the small box towards you. You slowly place the boxes of gifts you are carrying down with some assistance from Jungkook.

Your eyes light up as you hold the box in your palms, you hurry to open it and a gasp leaves your mouth when you notice the beautiful bracelet. It shines under the moonlight.

“ Let me help you” he says as he carefully takes the bracelet out from the box. Taking the lead, he makes you wear it.

“ This just looks perfect, thank you!” You exclaim as you go for a hug. He hugs you back.

“ Okay then, go and sleep. You are growing up too fast” he says as he again ruffles your hair.

“ Good night kook” you say as you again pick up the gift boxes with his help and walk towards your home but your mind is completely hazy with his thoughts. Jungkook did care enough to bring you a bracelet.

‘ you have no idea what you do to me,’ you think as your focused eyes on the bracelet slowly close from exhaustion.

It's his birthday.

Yes it's Jungkook's twenty third birthday and you can't help but feel excited. His Parents have decided to hold a small gathering with his friends. In which you are definitely invited.

It's 5 pm in the evening, you pull out your new dress from the wardrobe. Well, you kept this dress untouched for an important occasion and what can be more of an important occasion than his birthday.

The knee length dress fits you perfectly, hugging your curves just perfectly. The soft not only feels comfortable on your skin but it also makes your skin glow.

You never considered yourself breathtaking— but today when you look at your reflection you admit that you look beautiful, so beautiful.

You are finally done getting ready, you look at the wall clock in your bedroom, it reads 7 pm. Oh shit! You didn't just spend two hours getting dressed. Well that's how you felt because it's his birthday today. It's time for you to leave or you will miss the cake cutting ceremony when you will reach. And no way you want to miss that!

You look around yourself and pick up the gift bag from your bedside table. The gift holds so much significance for you. Jungkook will love it.

You feel nervous as you get out of your house to work in the direction of Rua’s house. The cool September wind blowing did no favour to calm your pulsating heart down instead your mind kept on making the worst possible scenarios. You feel agitated when you think that you have a big thing to do today. You have to confess to him today.

You will do it right?

What if Jungkook doesn't like the dress? What if he doesn't like the present you have for him? What if you are too late and he is already done with the cake cutting ceremony? You are going to look so dumb then.

You almost throw your head back to feel sad if something like that happens.

You swallow to help yourself calm down. You are going to do it— tell him how you feel about your relationship with Jungkook. Soon, Jungkook's house came to your view as you exhaled a sigh trying to calm your heart down.

The door to Jungkook’s house is already open as loud music comes from the inside. It seems everyone is there already. You exhale one last time mustering a small– you can do it.

You step inside as the smell of expensive cologne and beer hits your nostrils. Well, it is well known to you that Jungkook has some rich friends.

Soon, you feel a tap on your shoulder as you look behind to find Rua.

“ Hello, pretty” she says as she comes close to admiring more of you.

“ Hello gorgeous,” you say smiling.

“ Gosh, are you trying to make every guy lose their mind at this party tonight? Cause you are definitely taking all the attention” she says with a nudge on your shoulder.

“ Shut up. These heels hurt!” You complain looking at your heels.

“ Awh, well you are at the right time. Oppa will be coming anytime with his friends” she says looking at the main gate.

Soon enough many guys and girls enter the house. Some faces recogniseable to you but mostly new faces. At last Jungkook enters looking handsome as ever but beside him is a girl you have seen many times before, holding onto his arms as if she belongs there. The cheerleader.

Your breath hitches in your throat when you notice how beautiful the girl beside him looks. The long white gown that fits her perfectly in all the right places. She looks pretty.

No.

She is pretty.

The party keeps going, people drinking and dancing all around the house. The cake cutting ceremony was also over. Jungkook did feed you the second bite but you saw how he held the other girl close from the small of her back and fed her later taking the rest of the cake in his mouth. His friends around him clap and hoot for him as he takes bites from other pieces.

“ Gosh ___, let's sit somewhere I feel tired,” Rua says, pulling you to the nearest couch with her. You look around yourself and find Jungkook with his group of friends. Jungkook steps aside as his eyes fall on you making your eyes widen. Shit you weren't planning to get caught.

“ Wait, I'll be back with a bottle of water” she says as she stands up to leave but you stay seated there. Soon you feel the couch beside you dip with someone's weight so you look beside you just to find a guy. His hands rest on the headrest beside you head as the swirls the beer in your hand and asks, “ hey girl! What's your name?” He asks leaning towards you as he smells of booze and the same rich cologne.

A thick silver chain dangles in his neck as his dark black eyes roam on your face and collarbone making you nervous. Your eyes stay focused on him as you gulp later whisper out your name.

“ sorry couldn't hear you” he says getting further closer to you as he shifts towards you. You feel uncomfortable, you want to push him away but you feel small in his presence.

“ Okay, chill, have this beer. I am not here to eat you until you would like—” he says as he forcefully makes you hold onto his beer glass. The glass feels colder in your hands.

“ No, I don't drink..I—” you say trying to leave the glass.

“ Come on sweetheart, you don't look underage” the guy beside you says as he smirks at you, his wrong intentions clear to you.

Suddenly, the glass is pulled out of your hands as Jungkook throws the beer on his face.

“ Enough Mike” he says as he clenches his jaw.

“ What's wrong with you dude?” He says as he stands up dusting his clothes as if the soaked beer on his clothes will fall down. You too stand beside him.

“ Leave before I push you out” he says as he points towards the door.

“ Kook, let it—” you flinch hearing Jungkook's sudden outburst.

“ I said LEAVE” he says harshly making Mike grit his teeth as he angrily looks at you before stomping out of the house.

Jungkook looks at you as his eyes are fierce, making you feel small as you play with your fingers while looking down, “ ___, I am really sorry for what happened. I will teach him a good lesson tomorrow when he is sober” he says as he gets furious, his eyes not meeting yours in shame.

“ Kook, it's alright. Uh… I am fine now” you say looking at his eyes. He exhales a sigh of relief as he holds your hand.

“ Tell me what can I do for you, miss? Would you like a drink, wait… apple juice, that's your favourite” he says as he walks towards the fridge, while holding your hand as you walk behind him. Your eyes never leave his figure.

Yes this is the guy you like, the same guy you will confess today.

Taking out a bottle of apple juice as he pores some for you and himself in a glass.

“Here you go, miss,” he says, forwarding a glass to you. Your heart goes frenzy when his long slender fingers brush against your warm hands but to Jungkook it was nothing. He looks at you as you sip on the glass.

“ By the way, I like your new style though. You are a big girl now” he says as he pats your head, he squints his eyes as he smiles. A shy smile forms on your face as you look at your drink.

So he did notice how your usual hoodie sweatpants style is now changed to some beautiful knee length dress. Your usual braided long hair is open and easily flows with the air. Your sneakers or flats changed to heels. High heels. Your moisturized face now has make up applied and that he likes your style.

“ And uh you look handsome too” you say as pink dust forms on your face. You feel so comfortable around Jungkook. Like you never feel with anyone. In his company, you don't mind being highly drunk to the point you are not even able to walk. You know for a matter of fact he will take you home safe and sound. You know Jungkook so well, you admire him for the kindness he shows, how loyal he is and how amazing of a person he truly is.

Jungkook comes to stand beside you as he dips on his drink while you steal glances of him. The cold apple juice in your hand long forgotten as the thing that is causing a burning flame in your body is in your sight aka Jeon Jungkook.

His hair is not gelled like before, the effect of gel loose on him as the party has been going for hours. The first few buttons of his shirt open giving a view of his milky chest to you. You have seen clips of him working out in the gym, you know what can be the possible reaction of your body if you get to see below that: death. His black trousers are tight around his strong thighs that he must put so much effort on for them to look so good just from the view.

“ Is there something wrong?” he asks as he catches you staring at him, completely lost on how handsome he looks just by standing there.

“ Uh no.. nothing” deeper shades of crimson paint your cheeks as you manage to say your words to him.

Shit____, you leave no chance to get yourself embarrassed.

“ Uh, I was thinking of being with you till the party ends. I really never thought that bastard would pull up such moves. It's shameful that happened” he says as he looks into oblivion sipping on the apple juice.

“ Kook, that's not shameful. It's not like it's your faul—” you are interrupted midway when Jungkook gets hugged by the cheerleader girl.

“ koookiieee… let's go danceeee!! Our friends are waiting for usss” she says as she hugs him tighter, hiding her face in his back.

“ Eden, not right now.. I have some—” now this time he is interrupted by the cheerleader.

“ Ohh what are you having!?” She almost shouts in her high pitched voice as she takes the glass from his hands and takes the smallest sip she could.

“ Ahhh… apple juice? Really kookieee, you..you are ummm 23. We should have beerrr, kookie” she says as she slams the apple juice on the table, spilling some on the table in the process.

“ Jungkook bro, let's go” another of Jungkook's friends comes as he throws his hand around his shoulder. He is as drunk as maya (?).

“ Guys, chill ou—” this time he is interrupted by you.

Well, the interruption game is going well.

You get down from the stool as you speak “ Uh kook, just go and enjoy. It's completely fine here” you say soon rua joins you with a mojito in her hands.

“ What happened?” She asks as she stands beside you taking a sip of your apple juice, later making a disgusted face when she spots the two blitzed people are making her strong brother their standing pillar.

“ Nothing” you whisper to Rua as you speak to Jungkook, “ kook, you can go. Rua is here now” you say, holding her arms as if showing your most prized trophy to him.

“ Rua take care of her and yourself too. I'll be around” he says as he takes those clingy people with him.

“ Well, what happened?” She asks you as you both are alone now.

“ You tell me what happened? Were you doing some chemical reaction of hydrogen and oxygen to make water or you went there to bring water?” You ask because she was gone for way too long to just bring water.

“ You know there was this really cute guy, so he made me a mojito,” she says as a shade of crimson takes over her face.

“ You just spill the tea” you say as you both make your way towards the living room couch.

“ Okay cool, but first have this mojito. It's so tasty” she says, forwarding you the glass as a shy smile forms on her face.

—--------

The party goes on for another hour, and you talk to some more of Jungkook's friends. You look around trying to spot Jungkook and unfortunately from the couch in the drawing room you can't find him anywhere.

He is not standing in the same place where his friends took him. Rua is right beside you, “ ___, I am so sleepy” you hear her whine as she throws her head back on the armrest of the sofa. You look at the clock 11: 27 it reads.

“ Ah, okay let me just give my gift to kook,” you say standing up as she too stands up with you.

“ Not like I live a few kilometres away. I'll go by myself” you say.

“ You sure?” She asks, confirming as she slightly opens her eyes.

“ Yeah sure” you say, finally walking out of her room.

“ Message me after reaching home” she shouts back while you shoot back a loud approval to her.

—---

Now your task is to look for Jungkook, call him to his room and give him the gift alone. Yes, alone. You have waited the entire time just because you had to give him the gift alone. You can't confess your love to him in front of so many people.

As your heart thumbs in your chest with every step you take for your search for Jungkook. You look around cautiously as you pass the stage where intoxicated peers are still dancing to those high bass songs but as your eye scans through them, you nowhere find Jungkook among them.

You know for a matter of fact that Jungkook ain't between them or it would not even take you a minute of looking at him to know it's him, yes that's how much you know Jungkook.

As you look to your left towards the sitting area in the living room you don't find Jungkook there either.

“ Where is he?” You find yourself murmuring as you look to your right towards the kitchen. Well, the kitchen is empty with a few empty beer cans lying on the kitchen island. Well, true that who will be at the kitchen definitely you weren't expecting some drunk dudes to be cooking some meal.

Shut up, ___!

You now turn your head towards your front, there's just one light that lights that place. You slightly squint your eyes as you see a couple in the far end.

The male is pressed against the wall as the female has her back attached to the male's front. She throws her head on his shoulder as she is held securely in his arms.

Why does their dress match with the dress of Jungkook and mika(?).

Your heart shatters into pieces when you see the male lean as the girl tilts her face and before you can even think, they press their lips against each other.

The male is none other than the guy you were about to propose that day, the birthday boy aka Jeon Jungkook with the cheerleader.

You hear your heart break as if a glass breaks when it falls from a height. Your grip on the gift bag tightens to the point your nails dig in your own palm. Your hand feels cold but your whole body is hot, as if on fire.

You don't know how to react as tears unknowingly fall from your eyes. Your breath quickens as the realisation of what's happening in front of you dawns upon you. Your feet move on their own and rush to the first room that your eyes fall on. You close the door shut as you press your back on the door as a loud cry leaves past your lips.

You… just now witnessed Jungkook kissing…

… Kissing the cheerleader.

Your brain doesn't form proper sentences anymore as the scene of them being so close, them kissing keeps playing on loop in your mind. She indeed fits perfectly for him.

More and more tears fall from your eyes as some time passes by you standing in the same spot. As you finally get back to your senses or that your little crying session makes you feel better the realisation of you standing in his room hits you.

You take a few steps forward to confirm if it's his room. It's his room. Very little gym equipment was kept at one corner of the room. The black interior of his room and the neat and clean sheets remind you of the many times you have come to his room. And especially the smell, the minty yet soft smell the room speaks volumes of it being Jungkook's.

You gulp and try to breathe. It's too much for you. You were about to confess your feelings to him today. Well, reality had its own plan. You look at the crumbled gift bag in your hand which till now you were holding with all your strength as if your life depended on it. You slowly loosen up your hold only to witness some blood oozing out of your palm, patches of red on the gift bags handle.

You need to leave because it feels suffocating. You can't do this. You can't be in his room and be reminded of him and at this moment being reminded of him means being reminded of the scene you witnessed minutes ago. Your brain chants you should leave. Yes, you should.

You drop the bag at the bedside table where his favourite lavender scented candles, a mini bottle of his favourite cologne and most importantly a group photo of his family is kept, he is a loyal guy. You know it very well. You quietly and carefully place the bag over there. You leave no note nor an explanation of who gave him this gift.

You just turn away. Turn away to leave. Turn away so you can be away from his thoughts. Turn away so you don't end up sleeping in his bed, you want to be close to him. You just want to be held. Held by him. But how can he hold another girl who apparently has some deep rooted feelings for him, when he himself has a girlfriend.

Girlfriend, the word just settles in your brain without you even acknowledging. They must be dating for them to be kissing that way. They must be dating for her to be so close to him. They must be dating because Jungkook has known her for so long. And they must be loving in silence.

You walk away from his house. The loud noise of the party has long long been forgotten, just a lifeless body walking out of the house. You quietly enter the house. You don't want anyone to see you like this, broken. You don't care to pick up any call from Rua, no matter how many times she calls. Neither you change your clothes nor you wipe your already ugly makeup.

You just sleep.

—------

It's been almost 15 days since that incident. The next day after his birthday, Rua came to check up on you but you didn't open the door when your mom and Rua were banging on it. You lied about being sick.

Well, your heart was sick. No, it was broken into a million tiny pieces.

You haven't been to Rua's house even once in fifteen days. Well, this is unbelievable to anyone. In your 18 years of life, it hasn't been that you have not visited Rua's house even once in that long. Apart from the many reasons for meeting rua for gossiping, helping each other in academics, your main reason was Jungkook.

To meet him indirectly, know about his whereabouts, sometimes play games with him or just to get a glance from him. To look at him just to bless your eyes with his ethereal beauty.

He is majestic.

You sit on the bench of the empty park. It's past 9pm when you got out of your house, you felt stuck so going for a walk felt like a better option. Well, it was if it wasn't for the sudden interruption of a very known someone who decided to just sit beside you on the bench.

You know very well who he is.

The bench shakes a little as your trace breaks, your entire form getting tensed up.

But you don't look his way, maybe just to show that you didn't know it was him sitting beside you, but you knew it was him.

“ Rua has been missing you for a while, why don't you come home?” He asks with his hands in his pockets, the wind chill as if telling winters aren't far.

“ Finals” you say after another minute of silence. You straighten your posture as you look straight, your own hands now inside the pockets of your jacket, you continue, “ I have to study. Finals are looking”

He stays silent. You know he wants to say something. The way he fucks his head down, you know he wants to say something but he stops himself. A few more minutes pass and the urge for you to get up and leave for your house intensifies.

Another wish that intensifies is the will to look at his face, get drowned in his eyes and to be washed in his warmth. You grit your teeth.

Stupid,

You are fucking stupid.

He is not yours. your heart screams.

You suddenly stand up as you say, “ gotta go. Mom must be waiting” wasting no more time you start walking towards your house.

You walk a few steps and that's when you are stopped by him. The way your name just slips his tongue. You could die to just hear him once more. You need to hear him once more. You stop dead in your tracks and he walks closer to you.

“ You are lying. It's not your finals” he says walking closer to you as he now stands in front of you.

“ Then, what is it?” You almost snap but not even once you look in his eyes, you just can't.

“ Is it because of mike? I don't want to brag, but I literally had a fight with him the other day” he says as his eyes fall on his right hand’s knuckles. There are some faint marks which you do take a glimpse of by slightly tilting your head in that direction.

‘So he had a fight with one of his friends for you..? Does he perhaps like you?’ heart asks.

‘fuck ___, shut up. He. Has. A. Girlfriend,’ your brain chants.

You again feel the pain of the same intensity when you say the word girlfriend for him. It isn't just this time, this ain't new to you. The pain ain't new to you.

“ I told you the truth now it's upon you if you believe it or not” you say as you try to walk past him only to be stopped as he grasps your wrist stopping you in your tracks, just beside him. He sighs again.

“ You know that you have us right. Why don't you talk things out with us? You have me, rua and all of us. If anything is bothering you, I am more than ready to help you out” he says as he looks at your side profile now making you somewhat conscious of how you are looking.

You want to tell him the thing that is bothering you. He. He is bothering you. His thoughts are bothering you. He has a girlfriend that is bothering you. Your unsaid confession is bothering you. And that you love him that too is bothering you.

“ If there would be something, I would tell you” you say as your voice somewhat softens.

“As you should” says.

He did it again, his long hands, slender fingers getting through your hair as he ruffled them, like he always does. But this time it just feels as if the time has stopped. You don't realise when you close your eyes. He is still there, holding your wrist. You open your eyes as you say.

“ Leave..” your voice betrays you coming much more weak.

“Huh?” He asks, confused.

“ Uh.. leave my hand, I got to go home” you say your heart is burning. As soon as he leaves your hands you make a beeline to your house. You can't stand there when he has again made a spark at your chest. You are quick to get in your house and try your best to busy yourself with something just so you don't think about him. Well only if that was even possible.

—-----

Your finals are over nearly a month ago. It was after another month with your last interaction with Jungkook that Rua barged in your house angry, angry that you no longer want to keep your friendship with her and that is the reason you are not going to her house or meeting her often like you used to.

Your mother did scold you later as she saw how rua was bawling her eyes out. Your mother did have a valid reason to scold you. Your screen time has increased a lot. All you do in your free time is to go through those one minute videos and don't even realise when hours have been spent on it.

Regardless of everything, the reason you are visiting rua today is something big. You have no idea how you are going to talk things out to rua or how she might react.

You knock at her door only to be welcomed by rua herself. She moves aside making way for you to get in. There's a sweet aroma in the house.

“ Well, you came at the right time. I was baking cake and was about to call you. I got stuck” she says throwing her head back in defeat, her hands covered in flour as a chuckle leaves your mouth at her condition.

“ Okay, lemme see what you did” you say moving to the kitchen. The rest of the procedure was done by you but rua was actively taking part in it by helping you as much as she could.

“ Woahhhh” she groans, throwing her head back, “ this is the tastiest cake I have ever had, because I have contributed to making it” oh how dramatic she is.

“ Right, contributed” you say as you force a smile at her face just to tease her to which she rolls her eyes. You cut yourself a slice from the cake, taking a bite from the slice and nod your head, “ it indeed is tasty”

“ Phenomenal it is” you hear as she takes another bite now focusing on the tv.

“ Well, what is phenomenal? Let me know too” Jungkook comes out of his room as he walks towards you on the couch. You don't look his way instantly, well you almost stop yourself from turning towards him.

“ The cake, it's just too good” she says as she again focuses on the drama playing on the tv.

“ Feed me too” he says as he comes to stand in front of you but he is just in his sweatpants. His chest right in front of your eyesight. You didn't want to but you unknowingly did roam your eyes on his sweat covered body. He looks ethereal. Well he always does.

You forward the spoon and your plate in this direction for him to have it. But he doesn't take it.

“ Feed me please, my hands are dirty” shit shit shit. You feel yourself stiffening hearing his plea. He requested you to feed him and not his sister. He places his hands on his knee as he bends forwards.

You do as he said, your actions slow. The cake is hot and so is Jungkook. So you blow onto the cake later forwarding the spoon to him. He takes the bite as your other hand unknowingly goes under his chin so the cake crumbs don't fall onto the floor.

The hums of satisfaction that leaves his throat tells you he liked it.

“ One more spoon please” you feed him again in the same way.

“ One more” you do.

“ One more”

“ Ugh! Let her eat. We’ll keep some for you” she says, stopping her brother.

“ Okay guys keep some for me” he says as he forwards you an apologetic smile when you glance at him.

Everything is done. Now, you should focus on the thing you are here to do. Rua is right beside you. You tell her everything in one go, a gasp leaves her throat as tears stream down her face. The last things she said was “ I want to be alone” before she left you on the couch and rushed to her face. She didn't stop even after your countless shouts. Rua is sensitive, this reaction was somewhat expected.

But, you can't leave her crying like that. Her parents are at work. The only person left is Jungkook. You don't want to be informed about this but you'll have to. It's been a long time since you have had any direct talk with him like you sometimes used to have.

You knock at his door and enter inside hearing a ‘come in’. You get in just to find the room empty. There he comes fixing his shirt, seems like just took a shower, his hair wet.

“ Kook” you say. There's a pause in his movement before he looks in your direction.

“ Kook, uh Rua is crying” you blurt out your first concern.

“ Crying? Why?” He asks with his brows furrowed.

“ Uh actually.. I had to say that… uh I am leaving the country. I just got selected for one of the top universities in Australia, so I told her about it and she.. she got sad” you say your voice trembling, you never wanted her to cry and now she has also pushed you away.

“ What!?” He says as he comes to stand just in front of you.

“ Are you serious right now? Why.. Why are you leaving? You could easily get admission in one of the prestigious colleges here too” he says, his voice strong.

“ That's a better option, kook. And I just want to do it” you say as you look towards him, it's been so long you looked right at his doe eyes, spoke from your heart. You notice how his facial muscles soften.

You both stand there in silence for a while before Jungkook takes you in his embrace. He does. He pulls you closer to him. His one hand on your back and the other on your head as he pulls you closer. Your stiff body melting in his embrace as you do the thing that you feel is right. You let him hug you, you hug him tighter.

After a while he whispers, “ when are you leaving?”

You whisper back, “ tomorrow, at 7 am”

“ What!?” He asks shocked as he pulls back just enough to look at your face. His hand falls on your hips as your hand remains around his small waist.

“ And you are telling this today?” He asks again.

You heave out a sigh later whispering, “ I had no guts to tell her this. I never thought she would be this hurt. I thought telling her one day before will maybe make things easier for her”

“ So she is crying?” He asks to which you nod.

His phone rings which is on the bed. You see the caller I'd ‘ mia⁠♡’ it reads. Your heart tingles as you slowly push yourself away from him. He picks up the phone whispering a “ call you later” and declines.

“ Uh, kook take care of rua and uh… yourself too” you say, turning on your heels as you hurriedly walk out.

You walk out of the house, walk out of his life. You never told anyone but another reason why you took this offer was to be away from his thoughts. You can't come in between two lovers. No you can't, you leave for the best.

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Things have been easy, considering there are two of them. This isn’t how you remember babies acting, because the memories of your crying, screaming, up-all-night little sister are still there. Being six and trying with everything you had to sooth her still comes back when one of the boys starts to fuss. But you’re not alone this time.

Seungmin is unbothered by his new schedule. He’s even more unbothered by the noise and the extra work, and it’s not in him to ignore them when the smallest cry starts up. They’re in his arms immediately, and they’ll stay there until he starts to fall asleep.

His soft knock wakes you from your trance.

“Come in.” You rub at your tired eyes, and you swear the dark circles deepen each time you check yourself in the mirror.

He leaves the door cracked so he can still see them in the living room. “Stay in the bath as long as you need to, please. We’ll be fine out here.”

“I know. You’re so good with them.”

The door opens more as he takes a step closer, and he holds his hand out for you. “So are you. That’s why you’re exhausted.” Seungmin pulls you into his arms, and your feet leave the ground when he squeezes. “So, bath…and straight to bed. Turn off your alarm.” He sighs when you sigh. Tired, worried, confused. All of it is obvious, and he feels it radiating from you. “And try not to think about…ya know.”

“No guarantees, but I will sleep.”

***

Sleep comes easy, especially with the knowledge that your alarm won’t go off. Four hours, uninterrupted and dreamless, for the first time since they came home. You somehow wake on your own anyway. Feeding and diaper changes are already starting to seep into your internal clock, and a part of your mind always stays on, regardless of how deep you seem to sleep. But you can relax knowing he’s always here, and always there for them.

Slowly coming out of your sleep is almost as good as the sleep itself. The room is comfortably warm from the late afternoon heat, and you can hear the ping of more rain starting. The sheets are clean and soft, but Seungmin’s pillow under your head is already filled with his scent. It’s hard to pull yourself away from it until you catch the sound of him speaking softly in the living room. You’re up and on your feet, but you give yourself a moment while the dizziness passes. Now he’s singing…

saeya saeya palangsaeya puleunkongbat-e anj-jima

You sit back down and listen for a moment.

saeya saeya palangsaeya nogdubat-e anj-eunsaeya

You can’t possibly interrupt this, but missing it would be just as bad. Very carefully, you walk to the door and pull it open.

nae abeojiui yeonghon-eul bwa, nae eomeoniui jug-eun yeonghon-eul bwa

They’re on the floor, blanket spread beneath them, and luckily, Seungmin is facing you. His fingertips bounce between Haneul and Haesung’s tummy as he sings.

saeya saeya palangsaeya

Seungmin stops and kisses each forehead before getting onto his knees in front of them. “Eotteohge jinaeseyo? Hm?” Checks each diaper. “All good.” And picks Haneul up when he starts to cry.

saeyasaeya palangsaeya neoneun-eoi neollawassni

Revealing yourself is tempting, but you can’t stop watching. You’ve never seen them alone like this, and it’s giving you butterflies.

“Palangsaeleul joh-ahaseyo?” He holds him closer and rocks back and forth. “You don’t like bluebirds, Sky?”

Picking both of them up and holding them together makes you nervous unless you’re in bed, but Seungmin does it easily. He’s gotten confident. He puts them against his bare chest and hops to his feet, but Haneul is still having a bad time.

“Something else, maybe.”

He hums and whispers a few words as he moves, pacing back and forth, swaying to whatever is it he’s starting to sing.

I’ve given all I can, it’s not enough, I’ve given all I can…

It’s easier to hear when he turns toward you, but his eyes are closed, and he keeps going without noticing you leaning against the door jamb.

This is what you’ll get…this is what you’ll get…

He stops and adjusts, “when you…” and looks down at them. Haneul is quiet now. “When you meeesss with uusss.”

Seungmin continues his slow dance and his singing turns back to a hum. Watching him so carefree and happy is a nice change from the last few days, and seeing him move like this and hearing him sing is doing much more than warming your heart. You take a few steps toward him, and he must sense someone else in the room, because he quiets and peeks over his shoulder.

“Ooh, umma is awake.” There’s a bit of embarrassment behind the laugh he lets out. “Did you have a good sleep?”

You take one of the boys from him. “Very good. Did you guys have a good time?”

Seungmin smiles and kisses the crown of each of their heads before placing one on your lips. “They slept and slept, and then we ate, and then we cried and cried, didn’t we Haneul? But he stopped for a while when I put your show on.” He nods his head to the tv.

“Must be used to hearing it.”

“He thought you were here. I think you might be his favorite.”

“I dunno, he seems pretty content with you right now.”

A tiny fist beats softly against Seungmin’s chest, and he looks down at two big eyes staring up at him, much darker and wider than they were seven weeks ago. Haneul’s face squishes into what looks like a cry, but his mouth twitches into a smile instead.

[leaawrites]

Literature and feelings

Eli Hewson x fem!reader

Summary: when she can't sleep, he's the one to hold her.

This was a short story of my own originally, not a fanfic, so it's a lot of yapping in there, but I didn't have anything other to post and I do like it a lot and it'd be a waste if it was rotting away in some document.

Warnings: mentions of insomnia (I don't personally have it, I just go to bed late, still I hope this is as accurate as possible), pet names, College AU (I'm solely focused on school atm if you can't tell), friends to lovers

Wordcount: 2k

Masterlist

When you are having a sleep disorder, your eyes will stay open when they should be closed and your mind is active, noticing the slightest of details. You will hear the branch outside your room hit the window when it’s a windy night, you will hear the people talking outside the door when they should sleep (wondering if they feel the same way oneself does or if they just do it for the other), you can hear your brain work through the sleepless nights, noticing every thought it has.

If it isn’t occupied by all the noises surrounding it, it begins thinking about all the people you give your time to. You begin counting the people who hate you, that did something bad to you and before you can fall into the rabbit hole of self-hatred, you remind your mind that there are people that like you. You’ll remember phrases they’ve said, secrets they shared, feelings they opened up to; if nothing about them comes up, or you already went through it, you begin to think about what you’ve said, what secrets you’ve shared, how you feel about them.

Her mind begins at the start, when the sun goes down and she lies in the comfort of her bed, surrounded by old coffee cups, stacks of books, flowers (fresh and dead next to each other), and the smell of old paper, oranges and ink. She notices the willow tree hitting her dorm room window together with the slight rain drops that come falling down from the sky.

Mary and Rose are outside, taking advantage of the only time when no one will see the affection they share for each other, talking and sharing a kiss here and there, until the first person comes out and they decide it’s saver to go to bed, alone. The door next to hers makes a sound as it is opened and then melodies of kissing and further love fill the room; Bobby and Martha could never spent more than two hours without the other.

She turns on her other side, leg draping over the bed sheets, one of her arms crawling under the pillow, holding it up so that her head can lay comfortable. Her eyes close and the only thing on her mind is static silence. The hope of finally falling asleep is near, it’s hanging from the wall and in front of her eyes. She stretches her hand out to grab it, her fingertips touching it.

But then the pedestal she stood on cracked, making her fall to the ground.

The noises of Bobby and Martha make her head turn to the wall that separates them, disgusted by hearing what they are doing.

Throwing a shirt over her pyjama, that consisted of a pair of shorts and a bra, before walking out the door. In the hallway Mary and Rose gave her a look, asking if she knew, to which she only smiled at them, both going back to their cigarette and conversation after; Josh stood a few feet away, leaning out the window talking with someone about going out, the smoke of the cold winter night coming from his mouth as he spoke.

With her arms around her chest she made her way through the boy’s hallway. Some giving her a weird look, as if they never went into the girl’s chambers. Ryan, a guy from her English class, greeted her as he stood in the doorway talking with someone on the phone.

“Wait, Y/n.” He called after her, hanging up the phone. “Eli isn’t in such a good mood today, went to bed early, he might as well be asleep already.”

“I will be quiet and try to not wake him up, even when I don’t think he went that early to bed to already sleep. But thank you for informing me.” she thanked him, walking a few steps backwards, waving him good night and the turning around again.

Eli’s room was at the end of the hall, making it easy for him to stay up late or letting out his anger at 2 in the morning, about something stupid or feelings that he swallowed into his own existence rather than making them known, without anyone noticing. Sat with his guitar until the sun came up.

Inhaling deeply, letting the air fill her lungs, feeling her chest go up and down, she pushed the handle down slowly and stepped into the dark room. Eli was laying with his back to the door, his blanket pulled up to his chin. Curtains not fully closed, making the moon shine down on him; the light reflecting on his white skin in a room floated by darkness, making it seem like the shimmer of the sea.

Closing the door behind her, she took one step after the other, making her way towards his bed. The mattress shifted as she sat on the edge of it, and even though his eyes are closed, he’s not asleep. His breath was still static and his jaw looked more tensed than relaxed.

“I was almost sleeping.” He mumbled, his tone harsh, opening an eye to see who interrupted his peace.

“I’m sorry,” she says, looking down at her fingers that were fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

“Don’t be,” He answered, lifting the blanket and moving over so she could fit under it as well. “Can’t sleep?” He asks, turning his body so they were facing each other, when she laid beside him. His eyes looked genuine and soft, a small hint of tiredness laying in them too.

“Yeah, something completely new,” she answers sarcastically, trying to play the guilt off that she felt for waking him up.

“You wanna do something?”

“No.” Rest her head on his chest, she let her breathing settle to his heartbeat. In the moment of silence, her mind makes up different ways of how this night could end; good and bad. Trying to push the bad one’s away, knowing that whatever her head made up wasn’t what he would say, not out loud to anyone she knew, at least.

“What is going on in that pretty little head of yours, that keeps you up all night, love?” His fingers began stroking her hair, combing through the knots that were created from her tossing and turning in the dark. Her mind relaxing when he does that, calming her nerves and realizing that it’s just them two in a world so full of people that were always acting so hectic and stressed, when sometimes it could be so easy.

“Everything,” she answer, her leg laying over his, her foot resting between his own. “Can you tell me something different to think about? Anything. I just don’t want my old thoughts anymore.”

Silence filled the room as he thought of what he hasn’t told me already. “Today in Russian we talked about ‘The Brothers Karamazov’ and we went through our favourite lines in the book. The moment I heard the task, I knew which one I loved the most,” He said.

“What was it?”

“‘You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.’” He answers. Quoting the sentence without hesitation, as if he had it read over it so many times that it was burned in his head; sitting in his bed with the light on on the night stand, reading the same sentence, over and over again, getting shivers every time he finishes it and can’t believe what he just read, having to do it again. It’s like a painting engraved in his head, he couldn’t look away from it when he first saw it and now it’s still visible when he close his eyes.

“Why?”

“I believe, that if you come back to life, you need something or someone to do it for; you can’t do it on your own. When I was burning and needed a helping hand to get me out of the fire, you held yours out for me. You didn’t care if you got burned in the process, you just wanted to help me. When I realized that, the quote was since then about you and always will be. I picked it, because it reminds me of you,” He explained, his eyes set on the white ceiling that closed the space, creating something where they could be just two kids, talking about literature and feelings.

She looks up at him, her voice stuck in her throat, before breathing out, “Us.”

“What?” He asks, looking at her as well.

“It should remind you of us; you were also there not just me. It’s about us.”

He smiles down at her, his eyes sparkling with a strange desire of affirmation. It will always be them, no matter who gets between them, until this day, the quote reminds her of them.

“Did you explain it this way too?” she wondered.

“Not exactly.”

“How then?”

“I just said it reminded me of a certain time in my life where I met someone really important to me.”

“I’m really important to you?”

“More than you know.”

The way he said it made her heart stop. Could there ever be a right time for them? From kindergarten until 8 months ago, she never saw him as more than a friend, but after that one night in her room, she couldn’t forget the way his eyes and lips are shaped. Her mind was full with him and he didn’t know. All the little things start to taste bitter sweet, knowing that her mind is too full of skeletons and bones he doesn’t know of, that when he finds them out, he will run down the hill she’s build for him.

“You’re thinking again,” he muttered, tapping her arm to make her come back to reality.

“What’s so bad about me thinking?” she said it, like it wasn’t the reason she was here, with him.

“You don’t sleep when you think.”

“I don’t sleep even when I don’t think,” she shot back.

“You sleep when I’m with you.”

“Must be some superpower of yours then.”

“I’ve got many, love. Don’t underestimate me,” Eli answered, laughing as he began tickling her sides. Making her squirm in his crib and moving away from his reach.

Turning towards the edge of the bed, his fingers still moving over her skin, almost falling out. She could already feel her body hitting the floor, until it didn’t. Two hands holding her waist. Holding her up from hitting the ground.

“Got ya,” Eli mumbled from behind her, making her breath hitch.

Turning around in his crib, she came face to face with the guy she couldn’t stop thinking about having so close. Her breath hitting his face and his fanning over hers. Goosebumps appearing on both their arms, both feeling a shiver run down their spine. Both feeling the magnetic like pull between them. Both feeling their lips pressed together, moving against each other. Hearts exploding in their chests. Hands tangling into the others hair and shirt and skin.

“I don’t think I’m gonna be able to sleep now,” she said, breathing heavily. Looking him in the eyes, she knew that he was feeling the same. They didn’t have to say a word about it, they knew, because they knew each other.

“Might have to give you a good night kiss then,” he said, smiling widely before leaning down again, connecting their lips once more. This time it was softer, lighter.

They definitely wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight.

[merafanbrainthatmerafans]

MHA x reader

Hey, I wanna try to make up for the days I didn't post so today expect a lot from me :>

Random MHA x reader hcs :))

𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨 1-𝘼 𝙂𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Midoriya Izuku

He’s the type to remember every little thing about you. Favorite color? Favorite snack? The way you like your tea? He’s taking mental notes.

If you ever doubt yourself, he’ll hype you up with facts. “You’ve improved by 23% since last month! You’re amazing!!”

Sometimes he zones out while looking at you and then panics when you catch him.

Bakugo Katsuki

He’s the “tough love” type. He’ll yell at you to take care of yourself while shoving water and food in your hands.

If you’re cold, he just grabs your hands without saying anything and warms them up with his quirk.

Once, Kaminari teased him about being whipped and Bakugo chased him around U.A. for 15 minutes.

Todoroki Shoto

The type to share his food with you without thinking twice. Half a soba noodle hanging from his mouth? He’ll just let you bite the other end.

His texts are either super dry (“ok.”) or randomly poetic (“The moon reminds me of your eyes.”)

He loves when you run your hands through his hair. He just melts.

Kirishima Eijiro

Absolutely carries you when you’re tired. No arguments. He just throws you over his shoulder.

Gets so excited when you compliment his strength. “You think I’m strong?! Ah, babe, you’re making me blush!”

If he sees you upset, expect bear hugs that last way too long.

Kaminari Denki

Will flirt with you like you’re strangers. “Hey, cutie, got a number?” (It’s his 100th time doing it. You still laugh.)

Always steals your phone to take the most ridiculous selfies.

He melts when you scratch his head. He’ll literally nuzzle into your hand like a cat.

Sero Hanta

The best at planning dates. He’ll take you to underrated cafes or secret rooftop spots with great views.

If you ask for a piece of his gum, he’ll just hand-feed you without thinking.

Loves to wrap his tape around your wrists and pull you close just to fluster you.

Tokoyami Fumikage

Writes poetry about you but never shows you. Dark Shadow threatens to expose it.

He acts calm and cool, but if you grab his hand? He short-circuits.

Loves sitting in quiet places with you, reading or just existing together.

Shoji Mezo

Super gentle with you despite his size. If you ever fall asleep near him, he’ll carry you somewhere comfy without waking you.

Loves forehead kisses but gets flustered when you do it in public.

If you’re ever nervous, he’ll just wrap you in his extra arms for comfort.

Ojiro Mashirao

Will instinctively wrap his tail around your waist to pull you closer.

Blushes so easily. Compliment his muscles? He turns pink and stutters.

If he catches you staring at his tail, he’ll wag it at you teasingly.

Iida Tenya

Wakes up before you just so he can prepare a full breakfast (with a detailed nutritional breakdown).

Loves holding your hand but always insists on proper posture while walking together.

If you’re ever running late, he’ll literally carry you bridal style to get there on time.

Aoyama Yuga

Over-the-top romantic. He writes love notes, leaves gifts, and winks dramatically.

If you ever feel down, he strikes a dramatic pose and says, “Mon amour, your beauty could end wars!”

Surprisingly gives the best fashion advice.

𝙋𝙧𝙤 𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Hawks

Calls you nicknames like “Doll” and “Baby Bird.”

Steals your food all the time. “You weren’t gonna finish that, right?” (You were.)

Loves to wrap his wings around you like a blanket.

Endeavor

Awkward at emotions but very protective. Will glare at anyone who looks at you wrong.

He secretly enjoys it when you fix his tie for him.

Has zero clue how to flirt. Just nods when you compliment him.

Aizawa

If you fall asleep on his couch, he’ll throw a blanket over you and act like it never happened.

Pretends to be emotionless, but you caught him smiling once and he denied it.

Loves lazy mornings where you both just lay in bed.

Fat Gum

The best cuddle partner. It’s like hugging a human pillow.

Always buys you food and shares it.

If you’re sad, he’ll tell you jokes until you smile.

Mirko

Loves roughhousing with you. Playfights turn into wrestling matches.

If someone flirts with you, she throws her arm around your shoulders and glares.

Calls you “babe” in the most casual way.

𝙑𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Shigaraki Tomura

Obsessive. He hates when you leave for too long.

If you sit in his lap while he plays games, he literally can’t focus.

He low-key loves cuddles but will never admit it.

Dabi

Over-the-top flirt. “If you’re looking for trouble, babe, I’m right here.”

If you steal his jacket, he just smirks and lets you keep it.

He teases you constantly but gets jealous so easily.

Twice

Clingy as hell. Will literally hold your hand even while sleeping.

He’ll talk to himself about you like: “I LOVE THEM—NO, THAT’S TOO FORWARD—SHUT UP, JUST SAY IT.”

Big on forehead kisses.

Toga

Always tells you how cute you are. Constant compliments.

“Can I have some of your blood?” (She’s joking. Maybe.)

Loves nuzzling into your neck.

Spinner

Blushes so much when you kiss him.

Will happily carry you if you ever get tired.

If you call him cool, he gets flustered for days.

Mr. Compress

Will do magic tricks just to impress you.

Super smooth flirt, but melts when you flirt back.

“For my next trick, I’ll make your worries disappear.”

[toasttt11]

morning

July 9, 2023

Ophelia was brushing out her hair in the mirror in her guest room at the Hughes’s lake house when she heard a soft knock on her door, “Come in.”

Quinn opened the door slowly and blinked surprised to see Ophelia completely awake and ready for the day, she was a morning person he realized like him, “Morning.”

“Morning.” Ophelia mumbled back setting her brush back down on the dresser.

“We’re gonna go the rink in a little bit if you’re up for it?” Quinn asked her and his eyes saw a little penguin stuff animal on her bed and he smiled softly, it’s adorable.

“Okay.” Ophelia quickly nodded never going to turn down going skating.

“Mom is making breakfast and we will probably head out once Luke and Jack finish waking up and eat too.” Quinn told her.

Ophelia nodded and she grabbed her phone and slipped her slides on and started following Quinn out of her room.

“So i’m assuming you’re a morning person?” Quinn asked her as they walked down the hallway together.

“Yeah i rarely can sleep in.” Ophelia told Quinn making him a smile and nod.

“Me too. There’s some really good running trails here if you want to join me in the mornings?” Quinn offered as they walked down the stairs, he always runs alone so it would be nice to run with Ophelia.

“I’d like that.” Ophelia nodded softly giving him a small smile. She’s use to running alone and it would be nice to run with someone else.

“Morning Ophelia!” Ellen looked up from the stove and beamed at Ophelia, she was so happy to have another girl around the house.

Ophelia mumbled a soft morning back and followed Quinn to the barstools and sat down next to him seeing Jack laying his head on counter looking half asleep.

“You’re okay with a omelette?” Ellen asked Ophelia as she plated Quinn’s omelette.

“Yeah, thank you.” Ophelia softly thanked Ellen, it’s been awhile someone has cooked for her outside of the hockey chefs.

Ellen smiled at Ophelia and she stared pointing and asking about the vegetables and which one Ophelia was fine with in her omelette.

“Want coffee?” Quinn leaned over asking Ophelia. Ophelia softly nodded back, “How do you like yours?” Quinn asked he stood up and grabbed a light blue mug that no one ever touches and started brewing a pot of coffee.

“Uh i’m fine with whatever.” Ophelia shrugged, she wasn’t picky about how her coffee is and liked it most ways.

Quinn hummed in response and grabbed milk and a chocolate creamer and held them up to Ophelia, “Which one do want?

Ophelia pointed at the chocolate one making Quinn smiled satisfied and he poured three cups of coffee and poured the chocolate creamer in all three and carried the mugs back to the counter and at the light blue in front of Ophelia, the red Devils one in front to Jack making Jack glance up and immediately took a sip of his coffee and a dark blue one for Quinn.

Ophelia thanked Quinn and Ellen as Ellen set a plate in front of Ophelia.

Jack mumbled a soft morning to Ophelia after waking up a bit from his coffee and he waited for his mom to make his breakfast.

Ophelia was half way through eating her breakfast when Luke finally stumbled into the kitchen his curls going everywhere as he plopped down next to Jack and immediately started inhaling his breakfast.

“Oh Ophelia i’m going shopping today so is there anything you like in particular or have any allergies?” Ellen asked her as she pulled out her shopping list.

“I’m allergic to shellfish and kiwis.” Ophelia told Ellen and all four of them sitting there made that mental note to remember that, Ellen would also make sure to tell Jim. Good thing none of the Hughes care for those two things so they won’t get them again anyways.

“Besides that i’m not picky.” Ophelia shrugged softly, she’s not the biggest eater.

“Okay, what about something you like to snack on?” Ellen asked wanting to make sure Ophelia was completely comfortable here.

“Uh hummus and vegetables.” Ophelia answered.

“Dude that’s my favorite too.” Jack perked up giving her a silly smile making her lips quirk up.

Jim walked in from the backyard and said good morning to the four kids as he walked into the kitchen.

Ophelia helped Quinn clean up form breakfasts as Jack and Luke both got dressed to head to the rink.

Ophelia followed Quinn to the car outside and he grabbed her hockey bag from the garage where they put it last night and he put it in the back of the car, “Sit wherever you want.” Quinn told Ophelia as he unlocked the car.

Ophelia nodded and she climbed into the car and headed back to the third row and sat down.

Jack got in next sitting in the seat in front of Ophelia and Quinn in the drivers seat and Jim in the passenger.

“See Ophelia thinks the third row is better too!” Luke teased Jack as he climbed into the car and went back to the third row sitting down next to Ophelia, Luke liked the third row because the second row only had two chairs and from the third row he had a lot of room to spread out his legs.

“Not everyone has very long legs Lukey boy.” Jack teased back making Quinn shake his head didn’t as he pulled out of the driveway.

Ophelia watched amused as Luke and Jack sassed each other for most of the drive, she’s never felt comfortable to do that with anyone before.

Quinn parked the car and they all got out do the car.

Jack grinned at Ophelia as he grabbed her bag before she could take it and he just started walking into the rink with her bag.

Ophelia softly shook her head and stayed at Quinn’s heels as they walked into the rink, she’s been here at the US rink couple of times.

Jack set her bag right at the stall in between his and Quinn’s and Luke’s is next to Quinn’s.

Ophelia started unpacking her bag into the stall and looked up seeing Luke putting her name in the stall just as the three Hughes have their names in their stall.

Ophelia follows the three boys on to the ice and saw a few other players skating already and she followed Quinn over to Jim.

Quinn had told her that Jim works with them the most during the summer and told her that the rink was gonna be emptier than usually for the next week as most players are on trips right now.

Ophelia nodded listening to what Jim was telling them to do for the drill. She was going again Luke and Jack against Quinn.

Ophelia narrowed her eyes and took off with Luke trying to defended her and she was quick with changing directions and managed to spin around Luke and tap the puck into the net.

Quinn and Jack shared an impressed look with Jim. Obviously they have seen her clips and she had to be pretty great to go first overall but seeing her skill in person is a bit different.

They went through this drill a couple times before Jim switched them up and had Jack going against Luke and Ophelia against Quinn.

Ophelia laughed a bit seeing how competitive Luke and Jack are with one another.

Ophelia got ready for her turn and knew Quinn was gonna be even harder.

Quinn watched intently as Ophelia started skating and he quickly shifted covering her. Ophelia couldn’t get away from Quinn but she could move her stick so she just flicked the puck randomly backwards and hit the post.

“That was smart.” Quinn praised looking at her proudly once they stopped the drill, she couldn’t get away from him defending him so she took the shot even at a bad angle.

Ophelia wiped her face and she smiled up at Quinn.

Quinn started telling her something else she could try and she giving him her full attention as she listened to his instructions.

Jim raised a eyebrow noticing how Quinn was talking to her and seemed to be explaining something to her and noticed the way Quinn had her full attention and had a feeling Quinn will be teaching her a lot on and off the ice.

Quinn smiled proudly as they went through the drill once more and she did exactly what he suggested and she did it perfect, he gave her a high five and patted her head softly, “Good job.” He gave her a proud smile making her perk up a bit and smile back.

Eventually they finished their practice and Ophelia followed the boys off the ice and back to the locker room.

“You were great.” Jack nudged her elbow softly as they sat down in their stalls.

“Awesome.” Luke added agreeing with Jack.

Ophelia shyly smiled back and saw Quinn nodding in agreement.

She had a lot of fun practicing with the boys and Jim coaching, Hockey hasn’t felt fun like that since her Dad would coach her or skate with her, she’s missed hockey being fun.

[zeel-zzz]

I am sorry about that Peter ask (not really I must spread my truths)

SO !

- sirius and peter have shagged 1 (one) singular time. Once. Doesn’t count no penetration or whatever. BUT peter brings this up WHENEVER HE CAN

- Remus has photos of sirius in his drawer

- Sirius sleeps in James’ bed like allllll the time

- James is kind of like there. Like dubious consent but in a friendship

New thought

- Barty is utterly OBSESSEEEDDD with Evan and Reggie darling

- ^^ he sleeps under their bed

- He probably stole Reg’s old stuffed animal (that sirius gave him) and ate it

- he fucked pandora just to get Evan’s attention

- bucket list of fucking everybody in the entire fucking school

- man probably cries during sex. Breaksdown

Break dances

PETER AND BARTY IN A BRRAKDANING COMPETITION TOGETHER W REMUS AS A JUDGE AND JAMES WITH PETER????

GASP GASP GASP

NEW THOUGHT

wait old thought

Barty hiding under Peter’s bed and stealing his socks and grabbing his ankle just to fuck with him

Wait

Idk what the fuck this is

not hating on the Peter ask, that shit was fun to read.

now for your list

- totally agree Peter and Sirius hooked up one, Sirius was drunk and Peter was more than willing (Sirius barely remember but Peter took pictures and hangs them around the dorm room when Sirius is being annoying

- no Remus has a photo album of Sirius. there are the cute pictures the soft ones everyone knows about that then there are the ones that just so covered in lube and cum that they've become a biohazard but he'll never get rid of them because those are his favorite one

- James gave Sirius permission once while they were kids to sleep together in the same bed. Sirius took that shit and ran with it.

- there is no doubt that Barty sleeps under their bed like the fucking creep he is. (he's only under there because he was watching them sleep, and one of them was going to wake up)

- what the fuck do you mean he ate Reg's stuffed animal? (could totally see it tho)

- if we're going with Rosier twins/siblings, you just know Evan beat the fuck out of Barty, (its okay tho Barty had never been more turned on in his life. probably jerked off till his dick fell off just think about how Evan beat him up. using own blood as lube)

- ^if not siblings, Evan fucked Barty while telling him that the only reason he got with Pandora was because they looked similar. and that he should enjoy it now with Evan because after this the closest thing he'll get to fucking Evan again is imagining Pandora is him.

- no, eveyone has fucked Barty Crouch Jr. and if you didn’t fuck him it's either cuz your a lesbian or just fucking weird

- Barty doesn’t do emotional vulnerability so if someone like James (and I mean soft, sunshine boy James) were to have sex with him he wouldn't know what to do about it

- i need you to expand on that break dancing one because you lost me

-Barty and Peter are friend who like to fuck with each other. Barty’s the one who get Peter so terrified of his own bed that he asks James and Sirius to look under it for him. they call him a pussy until one day Barty scare the shit out of Sirius.

my headcanon;

- James was Peter's first boyfriend and most likely his first love too. they weren't bad together and they mostly definitely weren't perfect for each other but Peter thinks about it alot. their lost potential.

[joces-wrld]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ tiktok trends

𝜗𝜚 blurb !

IN WHICH— ballerina! reader loves to do tiktok trends

| some swearing but i think thats it

01: we listen and we dont judge

matt’s phone was set up, capturing the happy couple sitting in front of matt’s gaming setup, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, face sat on her shoulders

“okay, i know this isn’t matt’s usual 1 month lip sync video, but i’ve been dying to do this,” she looks at matt through the phone screen, a small smile plastered on his face. “we listen and we dont judge,” they both say, matt allowing the girl to go first. “okay so,’ she begins, sighing dramatically. “sometimes, after we eat diner and i say im so full, when you come upstairs to play fortnite, i grab a bowl of ice cream and down it”

matt laughs, “thats why you always taste like strawberry afterwards,” you smack his arm playfully, “i always assumed it was your lip balm” he giggles out, leaving a small kiss on your shoulder

"we listen and we don’t judge”

“so, sometimes when you’re telling me about something you saw, or did, or just any story really, i secretly set a timer on my phone to see how long it takes you to finish telling me that story. “matt!” you excaim, hitting his knee, “your record is like 11 minutes” he laughs out, watching as you join him. “thats your minimum record sweetie, that’s the bar i’ve set to get out of the conversation”

“we listen and we dont judge”

“on the rare occasion that a wake up early, and like before you, i just admire you. i even take pictures of you, i have like a whole album of you sleeping, i feel like i have over 200” matt’s jaw drops, “you watch me sleep?!” “hey, hey! we listen and,” ‘we dont judge… okay well sometimes when i say the bluetooth in my car has been acting up it’s really because i don’t wanna hear your music” ‘babe!” you pout, “ i have excellent music taste!!” ‘’i never said you didn’t, sometimes im just not in the mood for taylor swift, “okay… valid”

“we listen and we don’t judge”

“okay this might be a little weird, but when we first started dating, i thought your teeth were the most attractive part of you…” matt side eyes the girl in front of him, “what?” "yeah! honestly it wasn’t even when we started dating, when i first became a fan of the sturniolo triplets, i thought your teeth were just the hottest thing in the world,’ “is that why you always lick them—” ‘hey! we listen,” ‘and we don’t judge. i check your makeup products every 2 weeks to see how you’re doing on them, and if something is below halfway through, i immediately order a replacement” “wait stop, thats so cute” “that’s why i always manage to ‘guess’ what you need in those little baskets i give you” ‘i love you” you mumble, rubbing your hand on his

“last one?” he asks, bringing your hand up to his mouth, giving it a small peck. “mhm, we listen and we don’t judge. anytime i cook, i never let your serve our plates because i know you’ll give me more food than i’m allowed to eat” matt looks at you through the phone, facial expression a little saddened, “whattt, you know i have a strict diet”

“yeah...but you know i’d still love you if you were a little chunkier…right?" the boy mumbles, rubbing your stomach. “yeah i know, i wouldn’t mind it i suppose, but you know i can’t be due to the roles i get”

“we listen and we don’t judge”

“whenever we have anything in a jar, i always make sure to tighten them as much as i can so you’ll always come ask me for help” matt laughs out, watching as disbelief crawls onto your face. “matthew!” ‘hey we aren’t judging!!” ‘wait i have one more! remember that time we watched a scary movie and you couldn’t spend the night?” ‘yeah?” "after you left, i grabbed the biggest kitchen knife i have and slept with it” matt’s jaw drops, “i was scared!” you giggle, “sweetie that’s so dangerous, you could’ve came with me y'know"

02: calling my boyfriend my husband

your phone was propped up on your vanity, capturing your whole room along with your connected bathroom's door

"hey guys!! come get dressed with me to go on a movie date with my husband!" you exclaim, clasping your hands together

"you said what?" matt's head pokes out from the bathroom, a big smile plastered on his face. "hm?" you ask, tone littered with fake confusion

"who're you going on a date with?" "my husband?" "who?! me!?" he asks, practically bouncing with joy. "yeah! who else?" "so you wanna marry me??" "of course i do!" you laugh out, squealing as the giddy boy runs up to you

he picks you up and spins around, laughing with excitement, "yall heard that?! we're getting married!"

03: trying on my boyfriends clothes while he isnt home

"hellur tiktok, im currently in my boyfriend's closet tryna piece outfits together. where's matt some may ask? great question, think they went to get food"

you stop the clip, grabbing your first outfit; a simple green fresh love shirt with baggy jeans and his red dunks. you're quick to put everything on, pressing the red button on your screen once again

"chris seriously needs to make crop tops" you mumble, grabbing the shirt so it'd fit your figure and tying it with a hair tie. "lowkey, this isnt bad! yes the shoes are huge on me, and i look like im sagging, but nothing a belt cant fix!" you say, walking back to the closet while holding your pants up.

"see!" you say, securing the belt on and giving a 360 spin. "i'd definitely wear this somewhere, maybe a concert? on to the next fit!"

the next clip in your tiktok captures you in the center of the screen, shaking your head no. "i tried to make this work, but this is just a no" you were wearing a classic white tank top and grey sweats and they just didnt make you look good, at least in your eyes

you stop the clip and look at your next option, his infamous pink bear shirt and his blue plaid pajama pants. you actually liked this one, it fit big on you, but it made you feel comfy

"i like this one! next time i spend the night here, imma wear this. yeah its a bit big..." you stretch your hands out, the shirt still covering your belly, "but it's comfy! oh my god, after a long day of rehearsal, when all i wanna do is sleep afterwards?? yeah this is the fit!" you give the camera another 360 spin, arms still extended

you suddenly stop, your face immediately turns a slight shade of red. "baby? what're you doing?" the camera picks up, watching as you put your arms down. "uhhh what does it look like?" you nervously ask, you weren't expecting matt to be home so early, and you especially weren't expecting him to see you like this

"looks like you were trying on my clothes," he licks his lips, a mischievous smile making its way onto his face. "you look good, like really good" he mumbles, entering the room and walking towards you. "matthew be for real," you playfully roll your eyes at him. "oh i am", he swiftly picks you up, kissing you deeply. you instinctively wrap your legs around him, arms going to wrap around his neck as well

"recording. stop it" you mumble, waving to your phone. matt quickly reconnects your lips, walking towards your phone and smacking it down. the last thing it caught before the timer ran out was your squeal as matt threw you onto the bed

a/n: sum light heh, check out my masterlist for more 😛

[akkivee]

cute bad ass

[star--anon]

Gally hides a lot of his panic attacks and nightmares that he got after he went through the Changing in a desperate attempt to be liked again in the Glade

He was kind of universally hated in the books, apparently becoming extremely unlikeable after he got Stung

which is honestly so sad. What he saw drove him slightly insane and he couldn’t handle it and shut down.