#but i still have to go to work later. ughhh. going back after having two days off is always difficult

[threnodians]

just woke up from a deep sleep and for some reason i just have to share the fact that i knew that i was going to fall in love with aventurine the second i heard his voice during the 1.4 trailblaze continuance mission on jarilo-vi

[toppersjeep]

Landos Girl ~ Lando Norris X Reader

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A/N: I got this idea while watching ginge’s and landos new video. so basically you show up to landos when he’s filming with ginge and you join in on the fun. you’ve been dating Lando for a while now. you work with him at McLaren as a pr manger. that’s how you two met!

(a little fluff, mentions of smut but no actual)

Your POV

I opened the door to Lando’s apartment with my key. I set my bag down and took my shoes off. Knowing I’d be staying for a while.

“Lan” I said. “In the kitchen” Lando said. “Oh hello are you filming” I said. “Yeah a quadrant video I meant to text you” Lando said. “All good I had a major McLaren meeting so” I said. “No way is that the Y/N in the flesh” Ginge said. “Ginge” I said.

“Guys I’m shaking Lando’s girl in person” Ginge said I laughed. “It’s nice to officially meet you” I said shaking his hand. “Don’t worry I won’t try to take your man yet” Ginge said. “Oh you won’t even get a try” I said. “Oh shit she is a bit scary huh” Ginge said.

“So.. I’ll let you guys film then because I am not eating whatever he eats for breakfast” I said. “What she doesn’t have to eat it” Ginge said. “She should” lando said. “No thanks I had a bagel earlier” I said going to sit on the couch.

“Damn and you couldn’t bring us any the hell” Ginge said. “Ooops” I said. “She doesn’t share her food you know” Lando said. “Well that’s rude” Ginge said.

A little while later…

I got up off the couch. I then saw Lando and Ginge working out. I stood in the doorway.

“Have her try the head pull thingy” Ethan said.“I think she does that with Lando off camera” Ginge said. “Oh my god” I said laughing. “Jeez mate” Lando said. “What we know you do” Ginge said.

“What’s next” I said. “Uhh landos turn” Ethan said. “I wanna see you guys pull him I’m intrigued” I said sitting on the floor. “As long as you do it too” Lando said. “Fine” I said. Ginge went first and pulled Lando. “My god he’s not even flinching” Ginge said.

“It feels quite nice” Lando said I laughed. “Really your weird mate” Ginge said. Ethan then did it. “Come on slow and hard” Ginge said. I laughed. “Oh be quiet over there with your dirty mind” Ethan said. “I didn’t say anything yet” I said.

“Keyword is yet” Lando said. Ethan the pulled the bands back. “What the heck so you even feel that” Ethan said. “It just feels nice” Lando said. “Alright your turn” Ethan said I got up. “Come on baby” Lando said. “I have like no muscles” I said. “You got it love” Lando said. I pulled it a little bit.

“No muscles my ass” Ginge said. “That’s good” Lando said. “Okay” I said stopping. “He’s flexing his jaw muscles now” Ethan said. “That’s so hot” Ginge said we all laughed.

We then went to eat some lunch.

“This is like rabbit food” Ginge said. “I just want some pizza” I said. “Don’t start pizza sounds good” Lando said. After we finished eating we went to show Ginge and Ethan around Monaco.

“I’m getting shotgun by the way” I said. “Ughhh fine” Ginge said getting in the backseat with Ethan. “So how long have you two been dating” Ethan asked. As Lando drove.

“Uhhh like a year almost two” I said. “Met her at McLaren well I kinda knew of her before” Lando said. “Oh really” Ginge said. “I worked at Willam’s with George but I wasn’t very social” I said. “Really you not social” Ethan said.

“Ughhh I guess I was just anxious about making friends” I said. “But then I did make friends and got a new job” I said. “I guess I brought out her fun side as she says” Lando said. “That’s nice” Ethan said. “Well you two do seem perfect but I’m still jealous” Ginge said.

“He’s mine Ginge” I said. “You win you win” Ginge said jokingly. “Hope everyone is hungry” Lando said. We all ate dinner and shared stories. I sat beside Lando. “Desert was so good” Ginge said. “You two go out every night or no” Ethan asked.

“Not too often it’s quite expensive” I said. Lando then licked the plate clean. “Oh my god” Ginge said. “Damn I really wish I was that plate right now” I said. Everyone laughed. “Oh my and she says she’s shy” Ethan said. Lando just looked at me all red.

“What” I said looking at Lando. “You got him all flustered” Ginge said. “You can be the plate later” Lando said. “Oh lord” Ethan said. “Get these two love birds a room” Ginge said. “Oh I’ll get one later on” Lando said. “Lord” I said.

“You two are perfect honestly with those out of pocket things” Ginge said. “Oh I know” Lando said. After we dropped them off we went back to our apartment. I kicked my shoes off and attempted to lay on the couch.

But Lando grabbed my arm.

“You wanted to be the plate so badly” Lando said. “I still do” I said. “So come on then” Lando said leading me to our room.

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[lwwife]

Since you’re taking requests could you please do one where it’s R and Leah’s like 3 year anniversary or something and R plans out a nice surprise but Leah forgets and shows up late which upsets R a lot. Something angsty but with a happy ending 🤭

You forgot?

Angst (Happy ending), some fluff

-

“You forgot? You fucking forgot?! Are you shitting me right now Leah?” You scream at her, hands out.

“Baby I’m sor-“she tries.

“No! You don’t get to call me that right now. Just drive.” Leah sighed and pressed down on the pedal.

-

“Happy anniversary baby girl” You whisper to Leah, her eyes fluttering open at the light kisses being left all over her face.

“Mmmh” she grins and turns to you, pulling you in for a proper one. “Happy anniversary” she whispers, smiling brightly at you and then leaning in to kiss you again. Your kisses turn heated and end in some passionate morning sex, causing you both to run a little late, but you both didn’t care, claiming it had to be done to celebrate your third anniversary. Since you were now running late you had agreed to give each other your presents later tonight.

“Darling, meet me there at 6:30 okay? I’ll text you the address so you can pop it in your phone” You peck her lips, walking to the other side of the garage to get in your car.

“Babe please tell me what it is” she whines.

“No can do my love, it’s a surprise just wait and see” you grin, lowering yourself into your car.

“Ughhh” she groans, getting in her own car. You turn and give her a wink through the window as you reverse out of the garage, and you catch her rolling her eyes. You honk loudly at her, and she winds the window down.

“I better not have just seen you rolling your eyes at me missy”, she smiles guiltily but proudly, “Alright then, no more celebratory sex for you” You give her a smug grin and wind your window up.

“No baby wait!” Her calls fall on deaf ears as you roll out the driveway.

-

You text Leah the address once you arrive at work, along with some teasing words. The address included just the street name, and you had told her to meet you in the car park, still wanting the element of surprise for your final destination.

Your day flies by and before you know it, it’s time to leave for the restaurant. You had booked in Leah’s favourite, it was a 6-month waiting list and a lot of sweet talking, but you knew it was all worth it for your girl. After dinner, you planned to take her to the place you two first met, a local pub in Milton Keynes. You first encountered the blonde when you and your best friend were forced to share the dart board with her family, and it all skyrocketed from there. You thought it’d be a nice idea to take her back there, even though the two of you regularly went with Leah’s mum, you thought it’d be a special idea for today, just the two of you.

You changed into the outfit you had brought to work. A long black dress, with a slit down the side of the right thigh. It was Leah’s favourite dress of yours, and every time you wore it, it always ended up being almost ripped to shreds by her at the end of the night. You jumped in the car and quickly texted Leah, “Leaving now xx” before driving off. When you arrived at the restaurant you checked your phone to find your message unread. You didn’t worry too much, assuming she must have been driving on her way. You waited a while longer however there was still no sight of the blue-eyed girl. It was nearing a couple of minutes past your reservation when you decided you were going to have to go into the restaurant, knowing you’d lose the booking otherwise. Once you were seated at the table, you checked your phone—still nothing. You decided to call her, however, the phone rang out to her adorable voicemail that she hadn’t changed in 6 years.

After another 30 minutes passed and all you received was radio silence from Leah you began to worry. You knew she wouldn’t intentionally stand you up, you had been together for three years for god's sake. So, with that in mind, worrying thoughts began to run through your head. Had she been in an accident? Stabbed? God where the fuck is she! After being told by the hostess that you had already occupied an hour and a half of your two-hour booking you decided to call some of the Arsenal girls as they would’ve been the last to see her.

“Y/n? Is everything okay?”

“Lia! Oh, thank God! I’m sorry to disturb you but I was meant to meet Leah over an hour ago and I haven’t heard from her. Do you have any idea where she is?” You rambled into the phone, receiving a few strange looks from the surrounding tables.

“Oh um, Leah!” she called out,

“Yeah?” you heard your girl on the other end of the phone,

“Y/n is on the phone; you were meant to meet her?” Lia responds,

“Fuck fuck fuck shit fuck!” Is all you hear, and you can instantly tell the Milton Keynes twang in her cuss. “Baby god fuck I am so sorry, the girls were all going out for drinks and I completely lost track of time” She tried to reason through the speaker. Your worries instantly faded but anger fuelled inside of you. The phone bruised your hand as you gripped it.

“Where. The fuck. Are you?” You quipped, tight-lipped.

“Danny’s bar, babe I’m sor-“, you hung up on her not wanting to hear the pathetic reasoning for her absence. You hurriedly exit the restaurant, sincerely apologising, not before they pull you back and force you to pay a hefty fee for the time. You pay and angrily storm to your car, driving straight to the bar where Leah is. Once you arrive you stride in, instantly spotting or rather hearing the loud group of girls. Katie calls you over and you happily waltz towards her, still in your dress. You don’t spot Leah at the table.

“Your girl is at the bar” Katie slings an arm around your shoulder,

“I don’t care” you reply, taking her drink and chugging it down.

“Finally, someone who wants to have a bit of fun!” Katie exclaims, “I’ll get us some shots.” She winks.

“Put it on Leah’s tab” you shout after her as she heads to the bar. At the sound of her name, Leah turns around to find you sat at the table. Her eyes widen and fear washes over her face. She swallows and begins to walk over to you slowly. As she goes to sit down you all but look at her and slide your handbag to reserve the spot next to you, “taken”. You still refuse to face her. Leah knows better than to plead with you now, not wanting to make a scene, so she allows you to ignore her. She nods and walks around to the other side of the table, opposite you.

-

As the minutes ticked by, more alcohol went down your throat. You were slightly tipsy at this point. Leah had still not spoken to you, as you refused to acknowledge her, but you could feel the burn of her eyes on you all night.

Before you knew it, everyone was starting to twinkle their way out, tipsy goodbyes being shared around. Leah, who had still not quipped a word, followed you to your car. Having been driven there by Lia, and also knowing you’d had far too much to drink to drive yourself.

You both walked silently towards the car, you with an extra rage in your step. When you made it to the door you pulled out your keys. The car squeaking noises back and forth as you kept locking and unlocking the car. Leah grabbed your hand to help, and you pulled away, hard. “Baby just let me help you unlock the car”, she pleaded.

“One, don’t call me that. Two, I don’t need help.” You scoffed, continuing to tumble with the buttons. Leah sighed, not bothered to argue with you. Once you finally got the car unlocked you headed to get into the driver’s seat before Leah grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“Oh no no, you’re not driving” She states.

“What? Why?” you reply, outraged.

“Because you’ve had too much to drink, go to the other side”. You huff, sulking to the passenger side of the car.

-

The beginning of the drive was silent, until your mind began to sober up, and begin wondering.

“You can sleep on the couch” You quipped to Leah.

“What! Why?” She squeaked back.

“Why do you think!?” You began to raise your voice. Leah pulled over to the side of the road, knowing this could get a little messy.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, It just completely slipped my mind, I completely forgo-“

“You forgot? You fucking forgot?! Are you shitting me right now Leah?” You scream at her, hands out.

“Baby I’m sor-“she tries.

“No! You don’t get to call me that right now. Just drive.” Leah sighed and pressed down on the pedal.

-

When you returned home, you marched upstairs, slamming the bedroom door. Leah remained downstairs and sighed at your loud actions. She knew she fucked up and she also knew she wouldn’t get out of this one easy. So, she began assembling everything she’d need to make it up to you.

-

“Baby?” Leah knocked softly at your bedroom door. She was met with silence. “Baby? Can I come in?”. Silence again. Leah decided to softly open the door. Attempting to squeeze through, but struggled due to her current clothing, and accidently pushed the entire door wide open.

She stood there, a little embarrassed, head to toe in a pumpkin costume, flowers in hand, and a small trolley that looked like she had stolen from her little cousin behind her. She smiled softly and awkwardly. You had to stifle back a laugh, covering it with a small cough at the sight. You remained silent.

“I’m sorry, I really am” she whispers. “Let me make it up to you?” she smiles softly, lifting the flowers. You couldn’t stay mad at her little face enclosed in her pumpkin hat. So, you softly nodded and smiled. She smiled brightly and practically ran to you.

-

You both lay in bed naked, sat up against the headboard, Leah’s costume tossed on the floor, her arms around you, your back to her front. The trolley of food is empty, and the smidges of melted chocolate are still visible on both your bodies. “You’re a twat you know?” You turn your neck slightly to turn up and look at her. She smiled down at you.

“I know” she frowns.

“But you’re my twat” you smile. She laughs at your absurd and cheesy words.

She leans into your lips softly smiling, “That I am”.

-

A/n: First time writing in a few months! Hopefully this is okay and everyone enjoyed :)

As always, kind feedback, along with any questions, discussions, and convos are always welcome in my inbox!

[ripdragonbeans]

Love In The Darkest Of Places // Modern!Aemond x Reader

Chapter 2: The Aftermath and the Sapphire

Summary: After Aemond is permanently injured, you take it upon yourself to help him.

Warnings: hospital setting, talk of loss of body part

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Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3

Somewhere after the second hour, Alicent called Criston Cole, her new husband, to bring over blankets, books and Aegon’s Nintendo Switch. He had work later that evening so he wasn’t able to stay. Between the books and the game console, you, Helaena, and Aegon were thoroughly distracted. Cozied up in your blankets, you passed the time talking, reading, and watching Aegon play his game. The hardest thing for Aegon was to watch his mouth. Alicent chastised him when he swore the first time. 

Two hours passed. Then three. Then four.

“Ughhh what's taking so long?” Aegon complained.

“The doctors said they had to go in and do an emergency surgery since it was his eye that got cut,” explained Alicent. “I don't know exactly how long the surgery is going to take but I don't want to leave. I'm sure Criston wouldn't mind picking you up and taking you home. We've been here a long time.”

Aegon twiddled his thumbs. “No, it's okay. I wanna stay here.”

“You can always take a nap,” Alicent offered to her son.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe.” He looked over at you and Helaena. “Do you want to go home?”

You shook your head. “Absolutely not. I'm waiting for Aemond.” 

“I'd like to stay, too,” said Helaena.

Alicent nodded her head as she looked at all of you. “It's settled then. We'll stay here.”

Four hours later, Alicent was called to the back to get Aemond. She rolled him out on a wheelchair and brought him to you, Helaena, and Aegon. Even though the white gauze over his left eye covered most of the stitches, you could still see a few poking out.

“Hey, brother,” Aegon was the first to approach him. “How are you feeling?”

“I feel weird,” Aemond slurred out.

Alicent put a hand on Aemond’s shoulder. “The anesthesia is still in his system so he's not feeling one hundred percent.”

“Luke cut me, mother,” Aemond whispered.

Alicent tried to hold back her sob but you heard it. You still couldn't believe that Luke cut him like that. No one was actually supposed to get really hurt. A few bruises here and there maybe. A small cut and a splinter, too. Surgery, though? That never should have happened.

“It's my fault,” Aegon croaked out. There were silent tears streaming down his face. “I was the one who suggested we play stick fight.”

“No, it's not your fault, Aegon,” you tried to reassure him. “It was Luke. All the blame is on him.”

“I hate them,” whispered Helaena. “I'll never forgive them.”

Alicent stepped in. “Now, now. Let's wait until we get home to talk about this. We shouldn't be discussing this here.”

The three of you nodded while Aemond still sat there quietly. Alicent rolled out Aemond in front of the rest of you while you all followed behind. When you got to the car, you and Aegon helped Alicent get Aemond out of the wheelchair and into the car.

“I'll be right back. I need to return this,” said Alicent.

For a few moments it was just you and your best friends in the car.

“I'll get them back one day, brother,” Aegon told you all. 

“And I will never love them,” you added. “No one hurts my friends.”

All Aemond could do was hum. His head lolled slightly to the side as he listened to the three of you talk. Slowly, he pulled down the sun visor and opened it to reveal the small mirror. He used it to look at you guys and smile every now and then since he couldn't turn around to quite hold a conversation.

When Alicent returned to the car, silence fell amongst you all. It was a tense ride back to the house. You all knew that the ones to blame were Luke and Jace but you couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible. Guilt settled in your stomach. Maybe if you had a better relationship with your brothers everything would be fine. Maybe if you weren’t so close to Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond he wouldn't have gotten hurt.

When you arrived at the house, all of you piled out to help Aemond. He was still woozy from the anesthesia and couldn't walk straight. Carefully, the group of you led him to his room. After Alicent tucked him in, each of you wished him goodnight.

“Can I stay here?” You asked Alicent once you were back in the living room. The implication you'd stay with them forever. You were curled up next to her. She had always been a mother figure for you.

“I'm not so sure, sweetie,” she admitted.

“Can I at least stay the night?”

Alicent sighed and gave you a small squeeze. “Yes, but you have to go back tomorrow. I'm not going to steal you from your parents.”

“They wouldn’t notice if you did.”

“I think they'd take legal action, sweetie.”

“That's stupid. They don't even care about me.”

“Don't say that,” Alicent tucked a stray hair behind your ear. “They do love and care for you, just in their own way.”

You sighed, not wanting to fight. “Okay.”

“Come, let's get you tucked in for bed. I’ll get your extra clothes.”

Alicent helped you get up from the couch and gave you a quick hug before going to get your things. Because you spent a lot of time here, Alicent asked your mother to send over extra clothes. It took a while for her to bring them but she did so eventually.

“Mrs. Alicent?” You asked her as she brought in your clothes into the extra room you were sleeping in. “Do you know why my mother treats me like this?”

“She’s…” Alicent struggled to find the right word. “...Jealous. We were very close when we were younger. Very close. But when we stopped talking to each other it was a bad falling out. I can only assume that your mother is jealous of you fitting in perfectly with our family.”

“She's told me she's only wanted boys before.”

 “Your mother always dreamed of having boys. Why? I don't know.” She sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to her. “Our friendship had already crumbled a bit when she had Jace and Luke but I remember her being absolutely in love with them.”

“Do you remember me?”

Alicent paused. She didn't want to tell you but knew you deserved to know the truth. “Your mother held you and cared for you well when you were a baby but I could tell she put in less effort with you.”

You settled yourself under the blankets of the bed and curled up.

“I'm so sorry, sweetie.”

“I never did anything to her.”

“No,” Alicent agreed. “You didn't.” She sighed. “But know that I love you and I will take care of you as much as I can. You are always welcome here, my dear.”

A lump formed in your throat and tears began to track down your face. You couldn't find the right words to fully explain how much that meant to you. How much this family meant to you. So, instead of words, you hugged Alicent with all your might. When she began to rub your back you let out a sob and soon found yourself crying into her chest.

After a few minutes, you were able to calm down. Sniffling, you looked up at Alicent with bloodshot eyes. 

“I think I'm going to sleep now,” you told her.

“That's a very good idea, sweetie.” She leaned down and kissed the top of your head. “Sleep tight, my dear.” And with that, she left.

In your dream, you re-lived Aemond losing his eye over and over again. Each time you were frozen. Each time you couldn't do anything. All you could do was watch as Luke carved into his face. Even your screams didn't work in your dreams. Jace would be there sometimes, too. He'd be next to Luke and laugh.

“See what you did to your friend?” Dream Jace spat out. “It’s your fault he lost an eye.”

Aegon and Helaena appeared next to Jace. They spoke in unison. “Leave us alone,” they said. “We don't want you anymore.” 

Your brothers and Aegon and Helaena laughed at you as they turned around and faded into a mist. All that was left was you and Aemond.

“I hate you,” he said.

Then you woke up.

Cold sweat covered your body. Something told you it wasn’t even morning; you just didn’t sleep long. You couldn’t. Even after you had woken up, you just stayed under the covers for what felt like hours. You couldn’t face the possibility of your dream coming true. It terrified you. If Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond left you, you would have no one. You’d be all alone.

There was a quiet knock on the door. 

“Are you awake?” It was Aemond.

At the sound of his voice, you immediately crossed to the door. “You should be resting,” you told him. 

The gauze over his eye shone brightly against the moonlight. He shuffled around a bit. “Once I started feeling more awake I couldn’t go back to sleep.”

You nodded your head. For a while the two of you stood there in the doorway, not quite knowing what to do. 

“Is anyone else awake?” you asked him.

Aemond shook his head. “I don’t think so.” 

Again, the two of you just stared at each other.

“Wanna come in since we both can’t sleep?” you offered.

A smile ghosted his face. “I’d like that.”

Moving out of the doorway, you let Aemond in. You hopped on the bed and waited for Aemond. He was moving slowly. His hands were outstretched to feel around his surroundings. For a moment you had forgotten the loss of his eye. 

“Aemond, I’m so sorry! Let me help you!” You quickly hopped off the bed and went over to him. You turned on the light to make it easier for him to see. 

The light was bright but your eyes quickly adjusted. Taking one of Aemond’s hands, you led him to the bed, careful to guide him along the way. When you got to the bed, you placed both of his hands on the sheets. From there he was able to guide himself and sit on it. Once Aemond was seated you plopped down next to him.

“How do you feel?” you asked quietly.

“I…I don’t know. Weird, I guess,” he replied. “It feels like my eye is just covered up. When I blink I can tell there’s nothing there to move. It’s all just unreal, I guess.”

“I hate that this happened to you.” You moved a hand to cover his. “I will never forgive my brothers for this.”

“You shouldn’t do that. They’re family.”

“They may be family but they don’t treat me like I’m part of it. You guys treat me better than mine ever has.”

Aemond sighed. “I wish you didn’t have to go through that.”

“Don’t pity me, Aemond.”

“And don’t pity me. I fought for your honor and I think I honored you well.”

You chuckled. “You sound like some fancy knight.”

He bumped your shoulder with his. “Maybe I am.”

You removed your hand from his and placed it over your heart. “Oh, Aemond. Having you as my knight in shining armor would be a dream come true,” you dramatically said.

He looked you straight in the eye the best he could. “I’m serious. I don’t want anyone to hurt you like your brothers and parents do.”

Your hand dropped from your chest. “Oh, Aemond.”

He suddenly flinched and covered the gauze with a hand. “It hurts,” he whined.

As soon as those words left his lips you wrapped your arms around him. “It’s okay, I’m here.”

You weren’t sure what the future held for both of you but you know you wanted Aemond by your side. Together, you could get through this thing called life.

Over the next few months, you had designated yourself as Aemond’s personal assistant. You spent even more time at their house, much to your parents’ dismay. Luckily, they were unbothered enough not to stop you. Whenever you’d tell them you were going to see Aemond they’d either roll their eyes or make a snide comment about how you’ve changed families. It stung, especially when they’d say something instead of saying nothing. At least with the lack of response you could pretend that maybe they do care. When they opened their mouths, however, it was clear that wasn’t the case.

Even with Aemond needing a lot of help, your positivity and support for him never wavered. Some days it was as though nothing had happened. You would crack jokes, watch tv, and play games just like you used to. Well, almost like you used to. Simple things became hard for Aemond to do on his own but you both adapted well. You were always quick to help him figure out how to do something. Arguably, you helped him more than his mother and step father did. Not that they didn’t care, of course. You just were always first in line to help him. One thing that was really hard, though, was the pain. 

“On a scale of one to ten, how are you feeling?” you asked Aemond on a particularly rough day. You sat across from him on his bed.

“...Five,” he said.

“I can tell when you’re lying, Aemond. Your tell is when you pick at your fingernails.”

Aemond sighed. “Seven.”

“That sounds about right. You’ve been holding your left side more and your face hasn’t been so good at hiding the pain.”

“Maybe for you, but I can hide it from other people,” he argued.

“And why would you want that?”

“So they don’t pity me.”

You crossed your arms and scooted closer to him. “It’s not a bad thing for people to pity you.”

“Well, I don’t want it - agh!” He clutched his left side again.

“I’m going to get you some of those pain pills,” you said as you hopped off the bed.

“No! I’m fine,” Aemond insisted.

“No, you’re not. Just lay down while I go grab them.” As you left the room, you heard some grumbling but soon the soft flop of someone laying down.

As you made your way downstairs, you bumped into Helaena.

“How’s he doing?” she asked you.

“He’s hurting a little more than usual.”

Helaena began wringing her hands. “I just wish I could do more. You’re already doing most of the work.”

“It’s okay, Helaena. I like helping him.”

A sly smile spread across her face. “It doesn’t have to do with that little crush you have, does it?”

“No! I mean yes! I mean, ugh. I want to help him because I care about him, crush or no crush.” You sighed and looked down. “But I do like being around him,” you mumbled.

“Ha! I knew it!”

You shushed Helaena. “I’m just trying to get his medicine.”

“Okay, okay, okay.” She led you to the cupboard that held all his medicine. 

When he had first gotten out of surgery and you talked to Alicent, she told you that Aemond would most likely be in pain the rest of his life. It broke your heart to hear that. It was then that you made the decision to be as helpful as you could. Because you were in their home more often than usual, Alicent asked that more of your things be kept at the house. Rhaenyra was more than happy to hand everything over. 

“It’s like you’re moving out,” she told you. “I didn’t think the day would come so soon but here we are.”

“I’m not leaving forever, mother,” you said. “I just want to help Aemond more.”

“Yes, yes. You want to take care of your other family,” she waved you away. “Just don’t be loud whenever you come back.”

Despite knowing why your mother treated you the way she did, it still hurt when she dismissed you. All you ever wanted was to be loved. You still didn't quite understand why she would put the blame on her only daughter. Daemon wasn't much better either. He followed after Rhaenyra in treating you. He focused more on Jace and Luke. He even took them under his wing when it came to dog training. Daemon would take them out for agility and obedience training; something you wished you were included in. One thing you've always resented was how your mother never got you your own dog. Jace had Vermax and Luke had Arrax. You were the only one in your family without a dog. It was another reason to keep you ostracized.

Walking back up to Aemond’s room, which has been moved downstairs, you thought all about your family. It didn't make sense to you so you did your best to replace them with this family you were with now.

“Aemond, I have the pain meds!” You called from outside the door.

Once you heard a small “come in,” you pushed your way inside the room. Aemond was laying down with a pillow over his face.

“Is it hurting more?” You asked him as you stepped closer to him.

“It aches,” he told you. He sounded weak.

“Here, I have your pain meds and then you can take a nap, okay?”

Aemond pushed the pillow off his face and sat up. “But that means you'll go back home.”

“I won't, I promise. I'll hang out with Helaena and Aegon.”

He gave you a bit of a side eye but took the medicine from you eventually. After tucking him back in his bed, you kept your promise and didn’t leave. You sat there at his bedside as he fell asleep and even lingered after he had. There was always a tug when it came to Aemond. Something that kept you from leaving him. Whatever it was, you followed and trusted it.

------

A year and a half had passed. While Aemond has improved significantly, he struggled every now and then with day to day life. Pain still pestered him, but not as badly as it was when he was first injured. But the bouts of pain that came randomly caused great pain. Now, he wore an eye patch. His mother suggested getting a prosthetic eye but Aemond said he didn’t want to scare anyone with an off-looking eye. Instead, he chose his simple eye patch.

“I want to give him something, Hel. I really do. Something that is important; meaningful, even.” You told your friend as you walked downtown.

Walking up and down the streets of downtown King’s Landing has always been a favorite pastime of yours, especially with your friends. Looking around at the products of various artisans brought you joy. The art was always so beautiful.

“What about a little thing to say you love him?” Joked Helaena.

You blushed. “Shut up.”

“I’m only half joking.”

Your crush on Aemond hadn’t phased out, even though you thought it would. If anything, your feelings for him were even stronger. His smile, something that seemed to be reserved for you, made your heart flutter. His touch sent butterflies to your stomach. His laugh was contagious , always encouraging you to join in. Just the thought of it was enough to make color rise to your cheeks.

As you and Helaena browsed the works of art, a beautiful sapphire caught your eye. “Hel, look at this.”

The beautiful velvet blue gem sparkled in the sunlight. It even had a companion necklace.

“It wouldn’t match his eye,” you said, “but he would look dazzling.”

“You want to get him something for his eye? You know he doesn’t mind wearing the eye patch.”

“It doesn’t have to be for his eye. Maybe just for him to keep,” you shrugged. You liked the thought of giving him something as priceless as this. “How much is this?” you asked the vendor.

The vendor was an old woman with a kind smile. “And what do you plan on doing with this gem and necklace? You seem a little young to be purchasing priceless jewels.”

“I, um,” you became flustered. “It’s for a friend.”

The old woman hummed. “You must care for this friend a lot.”

“She does!” interrupted Helaena. She coughed and lowered her voice to a regular speaking tone. “I mean yes, she does. Very much.”

“Oh, young love,” the old woman sighed. “What bliss.”

You prompted the old woman again. “How much is this?”

“For you, dear, ten copper pennies.”

You sighed in relief. Ten copper pennies you could do. As you began to pull out the money, Helaena stopped you.

“Let me pay for half.”

“Helaena, I can’t let you do that. I have the money to pay for this, I promise.”

“I insist. Please, you’ve done so much for him, for us. Let me pay half.”

You looked at Helaena, trying to find some sort of reason not to take her offer yet you found none. “Okay.”

Helaena squealed as she pulled out five copper pennies and put them in your hand. You took the money and passed it to the old woman. She had already wrapped up the necklace and gem carefully in some paper and put them in a cushioned box just to be safe.

“I hope he likes it, my dear,” she said.

You gave her a smile as you took the gift from her. “Thank you.”

As you and Helaena made your way back to the house, you couldn’t help but flush at the thought of giving the gem to him.

“Are you getting nervous?” Helaena asked you.

“I mean, a little bit.” You flexed and unflexed the hand that wasn’t holding the gems. 

Helaena bumped your shoulder with hers. “You’ll be fine, I promise.”

Entering the house, you went your separate ways; Helaena to her room and you to Aemond’s.

Arriving at Aemond’s door, you hesitantly knocked on it. “Aemond? Can I come in?”

Aemond’s door opened, revealing him with a slight grimace on his face.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just a little bit of pain. Nothing new, you know?”

You gave him a small smile and held out the bag. “I got you something. Well, I got us something.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” His eye went wide.

“But I wanted to. Now, are you going to open it?”

He gently took the bag from you. “I guess I will.” He moved over to his bed and invited you to sit next to him.

Nervousness jumped up your throat and your hands became slightly clammy. What if he didn’t like it?

As Aemond went to open one of the boxes you stopped him. “Wait! Yours is the other one.” 

He laughed. “Does it matter?”

“Yes, because you need to see mine after you see yours.”

“Okay, okay.” Aemond moved to the other box and began to unwrap it.

“Be careful, it’s very delicate.”

“Relax, I’m not Aegon,” he joked.

As he finished unwrapping the gift, he revealed the shining blue sapphire. His eye went big upon seeing it; his mouth agape. “You got me a gem?”

“A sapphire,” you corrected him. “I know you didn’t want a prosthetic eye so I figured why not something better. Now open the other one.”

Aemond smiled at you as he began to open the other gift. “A necklace?”

“For me, of course. We can match.” Your heart began to flutter.

“We can match,” he echoed in a soft voice. “This is…this is beautiful.” He put down the necklace next to the gem and tackled you in a hug. “This is the best thing anyone has ever given me.”

“We’re friends forever, right?” you said to him once you pulled out of the hug.

Aemond’s face fell a tiny bit but he immediately brought it back up again. It was quick, you almost missed it, but you knew him better than anyone else.

You tilted your head. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m still in shock.” He gave you a hesitant smile.

“Will you put the necklace on me?” you asked him.

A blush began to color his face. “Yeah, yeah, of course.”

You turned around and let Aemond bring the necklace over your head and hook it behind your neck. It was almost intimate. After he had secured the necklace, you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“Forever, Aemond. I promise I’m with you forever.”

Aemond buried his face in your neck. “Forever.”

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Head over Heels for you - Denki Kaminari x reader

Denki can still remember it vividly, something he rarely ever manages to do.

First week back in school after the war, everything different and yet still the same.

He had missed half of the explanation on why you were a new student so suddenly, but he caught your name and the way the light caught in your hair. 

Someone mentioned you being quirkless - it might have been Mineta, it might have been the wind - but he couldn’t care less. You were beautiful, in an ethereal kind of way.

And sure, he had more confidence than Bakugo had anger issues, but he knew his limits.

He still didn’t know how he got Jirou to like him to the point she did - maybe it was trauma or something else entirely - but he knew when he was out of someone’s league and you and him were so far apart he couldn’t even see the horizon separating the two of you.

So what did fate do? Fate decided to put the two of you together for team exercises.

“Sorry, you’re stuck with me.” He apologized. “I’ll try not to hold you back.”

You laughed softly and the sound sent a shiver down his back.

“Don’t sell yourself short, Kaminari-kun.”

The mission, as their teacher explained it, was as simple as it was stupid. Get on top of a building, get whatever was hidden up there, and get back down in one piece. Don’t use your quirk.

“Ha?” Bakugo called out from across the field, clearly annoyed at the stipulation.

“Can you catch?” You asked instead, your eyes intense.

“Uh, I think so.” 

“Good. I’ll climb up and throw it down.”

He didn’t even get enough time to process your words before the whistle sounded and you were off, practically throwing yourself at the building before you, leaping from one story to the other.

Some of the other teams tried copying you, but they lacked whatever you had. Talent, maybe? Or some deep knowledge about how buildings worked, because you climbed them like you’d been born doing it.

They won that race and he still isn’t sure how you did it, not even now, years later.

-

“Denki!” Your voice is soft as you pick up the call, he can hear the smile on your lips. “What do I honor that call?”

He stretches in the small hospital bed, still a bit high from the pain meds. At least he thinks he is, because the air around him is filled with glitter and he feels like laughing.

“Didn’t mean to call you.” He says, voice a bit sluggish. It sounds funny so he says it again.

“Are you alright?” You ask, worry creeping into your words.

“Yeah. Can you say my name again?”

“Denki?”

“Yeah.” He giggles. “It sounds pretty when you say it.”

“Are you alright?”

“Mhm… They had to cut me open but I’m alright now. Said I could go home in a bit.”

“They? What are you talking about?”

“I’m at the hopsital. Hotspial. Hospital. What a word. They said I broke a bone. Can you believe that?”

“Do you need someone to take you home?”

“Yes. That’s why I’m supposed to call Kirishima. He said I should call him once I got out. He’s such a good friend.”

“But you called me instead?”

“Yeah. I wanted to hear your voice.”

There’s silence on the other end of the line and he blinks at his phone in confusion, calling your name.

“Did you hang up?”

“No, sorry. No. I’m still here. Do you want me to pick you up?”

“No, it’s okay. You’re busy. I’m just going to talk to you until Kirishima is here.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. Do you know what hospital you’re in?”

“It has an s in it’s name.” He says. “And it sounds funny.”

“I’m sure you remember it, Denki. Tell me about it.”

“Your voice is so pretty.” He can’t believe he hasn’t told you that yet. “Everything’s so pretty about you. You wore your hair differently last time, I could have cried.”

-

He blinks against a bright light, his head a fuzzy cloud of pain.

“Ughhh.” He groans.

Someone presses something against his lips, he tastes water and swallows on instinct alone.

“Thanks, buddy.” He groans and hears a snicker.

“Sure, buddy.”

The voice sounds familiar but he’s too out of it to care for it, snuggling into the warmth of a hand on his cheek instead. How nice that his mother is here.

-

When he wakes, his leg feels like someone decided to play trumpet on it, blew up all the skin, and threw away the bones.

His skin feels clammy and icky and his mouth is dry.

The headache, however, is gone, and he can see his room clearly.

Someone must have cleaned it and he fears for the worst.

If Kirishima brought in Bakugo, he’ll never hear the end of it, because Bakugo must have opened the fridge - he always opens fridges at everyone’s house - and found the pound of Tofu that’s going to come alive soon.

“You’re awake.” That voice doesn’t belong to Bakugo.

He turns to see you, sleeves pushed up to your elbows, leaning in the doorframe.

He’s never seen anyone be this pretty in casual clothes but it’s you. He shouldn’t be surprised.

“What are you doing here?”

“You called me yesterday. So I picked you up from the hospital.”

“I was supposed to call Kirishima.” He recalls. “He said he’d be done with the mission briefing by the time I was out.”

“He was. He gave me directions because you couldn’t remember the name of the hospital.”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry. How out of it was I?”

“How much do you remember?”

“I remember that the air was filled with glitter.”

Something shifts in your face and you nod stiffly. “Okay.”

He knows, instantly and because he’s been himself all his life, that he must have said something or done something stupid.

“What did I do?”

“Nothing, really.”

“You’re a worse liar than I am.”

You chew on your lower lip for a second, a gesture so distracting he completely looses focus until you speak up again.

“Apparently I have the prettiest kneecaps in all the girls you’ve ever met.”

He pales. 

“Did I-”

“And my voice sounds like someone filled the taste of hamburgers into words. Which was very creative, by the way.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why?” 

“W-Why?”

“Yeah, why are you sorry?”

He stares down at the blanket covering his legs and wishes for a villain to crash through his window, right now, right here. But nothing happens. Because villains can’t be trusted with important tasks like saving the dignity of a typical twenty-year-old.

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“If you don’t feel that way, it’s okay.” You say, sounding almost shy for the first time ever since he’s met you almost five years ago. “But if the pain-meds made you tell me that you love me because you actually feel like it, I think you shouldn’t be ashamed of that.”

He shrugs helplessly.

“‘s not going to change anything anyway, right? You’ll still be too out of my league.”

You laugh, a sound he’d anticipated but not like that. 

You sound surprised, not disgusted and when he looks at you, you’re smiling like that time you partnered up. When he caught that stupid trophy back in UA and held it up for you to see.

Something like hope blooms in his chest and he cocks his head to look at you.

“Can you say my name again?” He dares to ask. “It sounds prettiest from your mouth.”

“Denki, you dumbass.” You walk around his bed and put your hand on his cheek. “Next time don’t wait until you’re on pain-meds until you tell me something this important.”

-

He’s still on crutches when their class assembles for their next get-together.

You’re half astep behind him, mumbling concerned “Be careful”s and “Watch out for that step”s.

Kirishima is the first to notice you.

“Hey! Good to see you! Did he give you any trouble?”

“Not at all.” You smile and let Kirishima hug you for a second before stepping back to Denki’s side. “He was very talkative though.”

“Did he finally confess?” Bakugo yells from the bar only to be sushed by Momo immediately.

You laugh. “He did.” You say and the whole room falls silent.

“He did?” Mina asks, coming to her feet in an instant. “And?”

You look at Denki who looks at you, before he knocks his head slightly into yours.

“Turns out she’s been head over heels for me all this time.” He jokes lightly.

Somewhere in the back, Ochako calls out a triumphant “I knew it. Pay up sucker!” 

They all turn to watch a redfaced Izuku press money into her hands.

Your hand finds his, squeezes it tight for a second before you release.

He’s never been that glad over a broken bone.

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afterglow- pt 7 [ T.A.A ]

pairings: trent alexander arnold x fem!reader

summary: young and aspiring marketing and business major jamie carter is privileged with working alongside the liverpool fc marketing and public relations team, while also getting entangled with their star player and right back, trent alexander arnold.

genre(s): friends to lovers, workplace romance, fluff

[wc: 4.6k] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 8] [part 9] [part 10] [part 11] [part 12]

notes: it's the way that I've hinted at another fic in this chapter and then another one in chapter 8... I love interconnecting my series' ughhh

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"here's one for you," jude spoke from his position on the hotel suite couch to gain your attention as you unpacked your things. "bro went from liking her posts to flying her over just for some moral support."

you rolled your eyes as he read out the tweets which he had been enjoying for the past ten minutes now. the way that twitter was rioting over the situation was utterly amusing— from your post on Instagram to jude stating that you were sharing a hotel room. they were having a blast by coming up with theories as to how this even came about.

yes, jude only happened to follow you on instragram at the beginning of the year but that was not the reason you knew each other at all. if it were then this situation would be very awkward. as he would say, "luckily for you, you had the privilege of knowing me before I became the equivalent to ryan gosling."

you wouldn't exactly call it a privilege but whatever made him sleep at night. funny enough, you two met at a football match when you were still in high school. it was strange to see a 17-year-old actively engage in conversation with some random 14-year-old just because he said she was screaming too much.

that wasn't the last of your accidental meetings, however, the next was a few weeks later when your parents invited some friends over from birmingham— and lo and behold who just happened to be the son of those friends.

so here you were at 20 and 23, closer than ever but keeping it as low-key as possible.

you proceeded to listen to jude comment on each tweet, each one funnier than the last. "I swear some of these people have got to be fbi trained." he shook his head and you hummed in response, nearly jumping up when jude yelled out in shock.

"listen to this one," he turned from his position on the couch to look at you in front of the bed. "in early 2023, jude followed jamie back on Instagram and 6 months later she got her job as liverpool's p.r manager. hours later after the announcement the entire squad followed her back, the first of them being trent. jamie and trent have been seen together a lot from then on and she's even tagged him in multiple of her Instagram stories. now what do we know about trent? he plays for england. who else plays for england? jude. where is jamie right now? in barcelona with jude."

you were left dumbfounded, jude staring at you with his eyes wide and obviously impressed. "well that's one way to connect the dots I guess." you shrugged your shoulders, "they're not wrong but they're not quite right either."

a scoff left jude's mouth and he got up from the couch to look out the ceiling-to-floor window looking out at the city. "trent's not the middleman here though. like dude you and I aren't dating so there's no need."

he was right, there was no need for a middleman. it was just pure coincidence but obviously people wouldn't think of it like that. "and I thank the lord for that every single day."

he pulled a face, "stop being dramatic. I'm not that bad and you know it."

you hummed out in debate, getting your things so you could go and shower. "I mean judging by your lack of female interaction--"

before you could finish a pillow was hurled straight at you causing you to yelp out, getting ready to days for the bathroom before he could throw another.

"I talk to woman!" he yelled out after you and you laughed a little louder than intended which prompted him to get another pillow.

"female reporters don't count jude!"

you slammed the bathroom door shut just as he threw the pillow again, a loud thud echoing through the room before it dropped to the floor along with jude's hands. he huffed out in frustration, complaining for a good few minutes before he came to a conclusion that made you double over in laughter.

"just for that, I'll be keeping my eye out for interns from now on! if I marry a reporter one day I'll make sure not to invite you just out spite!"

your first morning in barcelona consisted of nothing but peace. the view you woke up to was breathtaking, definitely the most beautiful sunrise you had ever seen. you took your time getting ready before breakfast and made sure to put together the best outfit you could manage seeing as it was rare that you got to wear summer attire.

jude shot you the most confused look to date when he saw your top. he hit you with the "woman stopped wearing corsets decades ago so I'm a bit confused as to why you're torturing yourself right now."

it took a bit to explain to him that you weren't suffering at all, but he still didn't understand and left it at that so the two of you could head to a restaurant for breakfast. every step you took your eye was caught by something more beautiful than the last, your heart strings tugging in the summer heat.

"I've made up my mind. I'm coming to visit you every three months."

jude didn't oppose the idea and instead encouraged it, saying that he needed a bit more company. everything was recorded, you had your phone out and your camera for double the footage, talking to the camera as you carried on with your day.

"do you really have to film everything?" jude asked from across your table at the outdoor seating area of the restaurant as you waited for your breakfast.

you made a sound at the back of your throat and continued to go through the footage you had so far. "unlike you, I have a social media presence and people enjoy the content that I put out okay?"

"uh huh." his eyes wandered over you silently until he was told to check your instagram story, and of course he reposted it being the absolutely amazing friend he was and not because he was in any way forced to do it...

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"I don't think anyone understands how crazy it is to hear jude speak in spanish so casually." you turned your camera to look at jude opposite you, adorning an expression of offence.

you suppressed a smile. "this is the same boy who asked me if 'lethargic' was an actual word or if I made it up by the way."

that hit a nerve for him and he put down his fork, and pointed a finger at you while explaining the pointlessness of the word and just how stupid it was. "who uses the word lethargic jamie?" he raised his hands waiting for an answer.

your laugh could be heard behind the camera, obvious judgement in your tone as you teased him. "people who have a vocabulary level that exceeds year 6."

jude shot you an 'oh really look' clearly not buying your reasoning. "just say that you're tired," he grew a bit more defensive and you tried to speak over him but he continued on. "it's never that deep."

you laughed again, telling him that he literally just proved your point. you could feel the stares that you were getting from people passing by— just trying to enjoy their peaceful thursday morning without two idiots arguing about words.

the banter went on for a bit, the camera now set on the edge of the table so that both you and jude were in the frame, tension heightened as you debated. he shrugged his shoulders eventually, "lethargic is not that big of a word either. it's just unnecessary--"

your eyebrows raised, "--oh really?"

he nodded in confirmation, as to say that it was obvious and that he wasn't an idiot. so you did the only correct thing at the moment which brought a wave of nostalgia to wash over jude who couldn't help but laugh.

"spell lethargic then."

he hesitated for a moment, wondering if you were being serious. "go on then, prove me wrong." you urged him, and obviously, he took up the challenge because jude bellingham was not a quitter.

"L I--"

you cut him off with a proud smile, "wrong!"

"L A--"

"wrong!"

by now jude was dumbfounded, immediately reaching out for his cellphone to google the absurd word only to find out that it was spelt with an E. you hummed happily as he complained once again, saying that spelling it with an E didn't make any sense.

"jude victor william bellingham," you began with a smile and he shook his head. "one of real madrid and england's star players at the age of 20 yet he can't spell 'lethargic'."

the rest of the day played out smoothly— sightseeing, shopping till jude's entire backseat was covered in bags, a trip to the beach and using jude as your personal photographer and videographer. now that was what you called a vacation.

the last stop the two of you were going to make would be a small picnic to wrap up the evening seeing as jude would be at practice all-day tomorrow before the match later that evening. either way you wouldn't be alone because jobe would be flying down the morning, so you were more than excited to pick him up at the airport.

your picnic blanket was set down on the grass at a park, and once again the scenery had you gawking. the sunset was to die for, the atmosphere was chirpy yet peaceful and in all honesty if this was your last moment alive you wouldn't have any regrets.

you let out a content sigh, "if this is what being a wag is like then I might have to hit up victoria beckham for some pointers."

jude let out a laugh from beside you, watching silently as you pointed your vlog camera to the sky— moving it from side to side as you took in the scenery.

"I mean you have some good candidates, and you're already in the industry so it's just up to you." he nudged you on the shoulder. "make the move jamie."

a sigh escaped your lips at the fact that he was right. everything was played out in your favour and you needed to use it to your advantage. "I'll dm colwill when we get back to the hotel."

jude doubled over in laughter at your comment but you kept your attention on your camera, settling it down in front of the both of you. "he's younger than you."

you shrugged your shoulders to dismiss his note. "age is just a number or something."

that made you both smile but for two completely different reasons. jude found it funny whereas you were washed with an unfamiliar feeling, your mind flashing back to yours and trent's midnight mcdonald's run when he said the exact same thing.

that remembrance made you keep a mental note to call him later, just to see how things were holding up on that side.

the conversation picked up again when you shut off your camera. and of course, it took the emotional route at the hour of vulnerability. it hopped from family to work to comfortability in your respective situations in a matter of seconds.

it was nice for jude to have this time to talk about stuff like this, you knew he appreciated moments like this where he could express himself more freely without a language barrier or slight anxiety.

when he first left for madrid you remembered the five-hour conversation you had over the phone because he couldn't fall asleep, too unsure and unfamiliar with his surroundings to be able to settle in. with that, you made sure to check up on him daily before bed.

time zones didn't stop you and never would, especially with someone you considered family. jude and jobe were easily younger brothers to you— jude being the irritating younger brother who acted as if he were older than you and jobe being the sweet younger brother that needed constant affection.

you cared for them both dearly, making time to see each other whenever you could when you schedules were free.

"so you found the apartment?" jude asked and popped a grape into his mouth while he listened to you talk about your move out of your sister's house.

maya and noah were moving to london at the beginning of next year, which just so happened to be two months from now. which honestly was a great idea and you were super excited for them, but it was the househunting the was an issue for you because you were so picky.

you weren't too worried about the rent, the main issue was the interior so you took it upon yourself to do some drastic redecorating when you found one. and in four months it was ready, the only thing it was missing was you.

you nodded happily, "I can move in whenever I'm ready."

your answer made jude smile. be knew just how excited you were to finally move into a place of your own because all you'd been doing was saving up. "which is..."

"which is before christmas. and I have a little surprise on the way as well," you retorted in excitement but jude's thoughts immediately went to pregnancy and you could see it on his face, judging by how quickly his eyes dropped to your stomache.

the sun had fully set now, the air beginning to chill but not in a way that had you shivering, but in a way that made you feel relieved. basking in the atmosphere took your mind elsewhere, a glimmer of something in the back of your mind flashing.

your stomach dropped at the memory. one of the many that you've recently.

"we have to go to spain." the glee in your voice bounced off the walls of the bedroom, back to the bed where you and your boyfriend were lying.

he chuckled at your antics and the way that your grip tightened on his torso, his fingers lightly tracing your shoulder. "we'll go anywhere you like baby." he kissed the top of your head.

you looked up at him with doe eyes. "really?"

michael flashed an adoring smile, the same one that showed just how smitten he was for you. you felt a chill run down your spine at the touch of his fingers on your cheeks. "I'd do anything for you."

your throat stung at the memory, something that weighed so heavily on your chest. moments where you two promised to build a family together resurfaced, where you promised to always be there for each other, but this time accompanied by a bitter taste.

you'd accomplished so much these past few months and he wasn't there to witness it like he said he would. there weren't any flowers or handwritten cards with a hug that made you melt. you could still hear his voice sometimes and the way he would speak to you so gently.

at your graduation you could barely enjoy the moment because while being onstage you saw his face in the crowd, an unreadable expression and the words "I'm so proud of you, love" floating aimlessly through the air.

everything he ever said to you was now floating aimlessly through the air.

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"there's my favourite boy!"

you had your arms spread for a hug as you watched jobe walk up to you with a sheepish smile. you could tell that he was a slight bit embarrassed, but gave in anyway and dropped his bags to embrace you.

he had grown a freakishly large amount since the last time you saw him— towering over you would be an understatement and it took every bit of you not to feel overwhelmed, but how could you when he was so freaken cute??

a shy chuckle came from jobe as you continued to hug him, your arms tightly wrapped around in torso. "you can carry on when we get back to the hotel, people have places to be."

that wasn't good enough of an excuse for you. "they can let me have my moment."

when you got back to the hotel, jude wasn't there as suspected but all your bags were already packed for tomorrow morning's early flight back to madrid. the rest of the day was spent just relaxing in the hotel room and catching up as usual because you didn't want to waste your energy and fall asleep half way into the first half of the match.

"I can't believe I'm about to watch barça and madrid play," jobe commented as he scrolled through his twitter feed.

you two were settled comfortably on the couch set with snacks and the t.v playing as background noise. when you didn't reply he looked up from his phone, only to see you glued to your own with a lopsided smile.

it was unlike you to ignore him, even if it were by accident so it raised some suspicion. he kicked your thigh in an attempt to gain your attention but it didn't work, your fingers typing away at the keyboard for whatever reason. he didn't want to be one of those brothers and take your phone right out of hand and see what had you so interested— that was jude's job.

so instead he resorted to kicking you over and over until you eventually got irritated and yelped out in pain. "jobe my leg," you groaned and began to rub your thigh that he'd been taking hits at.

when you looked at him again his expression had changed, his lips slightly parted in shock. you asked him what the issue was and all he could manage was a scoff of disbelief. there'd only been one other instance where he'd seen you act like this before, and he tried to forget it at most.

"who are you talking to?"

jobe wasn't one to pry and you knew that, and when he did it was out of genuine concern. you cleared your throat awkwardly. "just a friend."

his eyes narrowed at your answer, knowing he caught you. "you don't have friends." in no way did he mean to offend you by saying that, because it was true and as clear as day. he knew you too well, maybe you could hide things from jude for a bit but with jobe it was different because everything came out unintentionally.

a sigh of defeat escaped your mouth and you set your phone down on your lap. "this is a situation my friend is in right now. you're not going to ask any questions okay?"

jobe nodded his head eagerly and sat upright so he could pay more attention. and just like that, you found yourself lost in the explanation and you were sure you nearly namedropped at least thrice but jobe remained attentive and gave his word when needed.

"I mean if they aren't dating then there should be nothing wrong with you--"

you gave jobe a look and he immediately retracted his last word.

"your friend. your friend, not you," he corrected sheepishly and you nodded.

he thought the idea was dumb. you could've just said that you were talking about yourself and he wouldn't have bugged you... that much. "your friend isn't overstepping any boundaries by the sound of it. so she should just go with the flow--"

you couldn't believe that you were taking relationship advice from an 18-year-old right now. this was your lowest. "--whatever happens, happens."

whatever happens, happens.

his advice genuinely seemed to shift some gears in your mind, and you wanted nothing more than to wrap him up in a bear hug. so that's exactly what you did. "have I ever told you how much I love you?"

the question made him stifle a laugh, the boy tightening his grip around your shoulders as you lay on top of him. "I want to say yes but no."

you slapped his arm jokingly. "you're my favourite brother too. but don't tell jude."

"how can I not??"

[pe0pleall3rgy]

this was originally just about mabel but here's how the pines family reacts to nightmares

when mabel has a nightmare she shakes a magic 8 ball to decide who she'll ask to sleep in their bed (she doesnt like sleeping alone after nightmares) she'll be crouched on the floor in front of the door to the attic still shaking a little and whisper "should i sleep with grunkle ford, grunkle stan, or dipper?" and she'll rattle it and it'll say "yes" and shes like "..stan it is!"

dipper immediately checks on mabel, just like glancing over for a minute to see her breathing, and that usually helps him get back to sleep knowing that it was just a dream and everything's alright but if he can't sleep he'll stay up reading, doing a puzzle or working on something for one of his and ford's ddnmd campaigns until he gets tired again

ford will lay curled up on the couch or bed or floor or wherever he fell asleep until he feels safe enough to get up and then either just work on some project for the rest of the night, watch tv in the living room with the volume on low, or check if stan's awake either way he doesn't usually end up getting back to sleep

stan has a similar reaction to ford but half the time he'll just go back to sleep like a normal person, that or he'll have a midnight snack, check on ford, or watch tv (they've ended up hanging out for the rest of the night several times because of well-timed nightmares or insomnia, probably fell back asleep on the couch HFLSUKFE i love the idea of them napping together im sorry)

maybe i'll talk about the kind of nightmares they'd have in another ask later and their mindscapes because its a crime we only got to see stan's

-gf anon, pardon if this made no sense i do not recall how late i went to bed last night

OH MY GOSHH ALL OF THIS UGHHH

alternative response to the eight ball if she’s had a really bad nightmare. Mabel stares down at the single “yes!” for a minute before looking up with determination. “I know what I need to do.” She ends up herding all three of them down to the couch.

Also Dipper finding comfort in the fact that his sister is still there with him. Man. My eyes…. Leaking again……….

You’re so right, all of this is correct. Stan and Ford are usually awake around the same time when these kinds of things happen. Asksjskkcjdksj imagine the two of them sitting on the couch, and one is like “do you wanna talk about it?” the other agrees, but they literally end up falling asleep in minutes anyways. Stan wakes up with barely any recollection of what happened and blearily mumbles “yeah, good talk.”

[azaliyas]

Hello! I saw that you were accepting requests hehe I would like a kaveh and fem reader please. Probably loosely based on Taylor Swift's All of the Girls You Loved Before, it gave me Kaveh feels while driving. ughhh he's not even released yet and I'm already a simp

summary : loving kaveh was a challenge to both your heart and your patience. seeing how he would always look at other women the way you wanted him to look at you, the one who ever truly loved him in both good and bad.

word count : [ to be added later ]

genre : heavy angst, hurt to comfort.

cw / tw : fem!reader, mentions of fighting and drinking, heartbreaks, miscommunication, yelling, suggestive in some points.

characters : kaveh.

note : first of all anon, thank you for the request! second i will be honest on this, i don't know if i have actually "loosely" based this on taylor's song, i just followed the flow based on what the song had me feeling and imagining, but nonetheless i do hope it will be of your liking and same for all the other readers! <3 enjoy!

for the city folks, you and kaveh were the two halves of the same apple, complimenting each other in such a perfect way it was something more unique than rare. you two were always together since childhood, your parents' friendship the base for your own.

of course, growing up you two drifted apart for a while, finding new friends and interests, but in the end you two found each other again and, from that, you two never got separated ever again.

you and kaveh got reunited during your first year at the akademiya, both students under the kshahrewar darshan, he specialising in architecture and you in technology.

you couldn't help but notice how much kaveh had changed during your years apart — he was no longer the scrawny and shy kid you once knew, but a confident and handsome man of incredible talent and intelligence, all qualities that earned him the title "the light of kshahrewar". and the women's gaze as well.

at first you didn't mind that, kaveh was just a friend and you had no right to interfere in his private business... then why was there an ache in your heart every time another student would approach him, flirting her way into his persona (and his bedroom)? your hands would clench in tight fists, your nails digging in your palms, the pain doing nothing in grounding you back down from your thoughts. your lips would tighten in a thin line, and a frown would always be present on your face.

yet kaveh never noticed any of this, but how could he? his beautiful red eyes were always on someone else, never on you. and even if they were, you saw nothing in them but the affection you would feel for a friend — because you were that to him, just a friend. a dear one, yes, but still a friend.

it pained you so much, your heart shattering in smaller and smaller pieces whenever he would bring a new girl at home, forced to watch them being all cute and sweet made you sick to your stomach. but having to hear it was much worse, listening to how it wasn't your name kaveh was calling while experiencing the bliss of an intercourse, the satisfaction of finishing and laying in your partner's gentle embrace to spend the rest of the night sleeping in an air of passion and love you two had made.

your pillow was soaked every night from all the tears you cried for a man you knew was never gonna be yours.

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despite the heartache it gave you, you kept living with kaveh even after graduation. it was the only way you could see his face outside of your working hours, since your best friend would spend his free time either drinking and playing cards with his buddies or with a girl who wouldn't have lasted more than a few weeks or months.

the only times you and kaveh were together were after his break ups, him crying on your shoulder and swearing he would never get into a relationship again only to be at it again after a couple of weeks at best.

you two were both masochist and yet neither of you were able to let go of such painful addiction. even when they brought you two to your knees, cursing celestia and the archons, crying your hearts out, begging for the pain to stop. it was too much but, somehow, never enough at the same time.

and so again there you were, crying all of your tears sitting in the living room at night, only the street lights of sumeru city briefly illuminating the room. once again, you were crying because of kaveh, because of that selfish idiot with no clue of your feelings for him. only a few hours earlier he was the one crying, blabbering about his last break up, going on and on about how his heart had been shattered once again.

hilarious, wasn't it? his heart was shattered, but yours was nothing but dust. did he know that? no, not at all, because all it took to him to never ask you such question were your words "i am not interested in love, at the moment". that was it, an awful lie you told both to him and yourself, and there he was, satisfied with it. a true idiot, really.

dry tears were staining your flushed cheeks, snot filling your nose despite all the times you blew it, making it hard to breathe without hiccuping. bitten and dry lips trembling, they tasted of salt. eyes puffy and swollen, yet still producing fresh, salty tears, rubbing on your internal wounds.

you were sitting on the cold floor, surrounded by used tissues and some bottles you emptied with a friend earlier. luckily, they went away before you started crying — you didn't want to talk about your disastrous love life at all.

your head was hurting, and feeling your heartbeat so clear in it didn't help at all. your crying was only worsening it, but how could you stop? you kept thinking about kaveh and your unrequited love for him, and so you kept crying.

lost in thoughts of self pity, you didn't hear the keys turning in the lock of your front door, nor the stuttering steps of a certain blond-haired architect coming to a halt once he saw you on the floor. kaveh put away his keys and dragged his feet to your crouched form, an effort that was taking a lot to him because of all the alcohol in his system. archons, why did his friends never stop him?

«why are you crying?»

the sound of his voice had you jump on the spot, away from him of a few inches. he frowned as you looked up, your eyes wide in bewilderment when you saw him, inches away from you, kneeling in front of your broken figure.

«no- n-nothing.» you managed to stutter, turning away from him.

«i may be tipsy-» he was interrupted by a hiccup. «but i'm no idiot. tell- tell me what- what happened.» his stuttering wasn't enough to stop him from talking.

other tears fell down from your tired eyes, the sweetness of his concern feeling like a knife going through your heart multiple times. his soft hands cupped your face, his thumbs brushing away your tears only for them to keep streaming down. you were silent now, and so was he.

after what felt like an eternity you took kaveh's wrists in your hands and pushed them away. your heart was too weak to keep bearing this act. the more you were going to indulge in this false hope the more it was going to hurt you, again. you gave up a long time ago, it was pointless — a bit ridiculous, considering you were living with the very cause of your heartache.

kaveh felt a bunch of emotions he didn't know how to explain: offense, because you refused his touch; disappointment, because he felt offended; sad, because you wouldn't let him touch you. you were always so happy whenever he would cuddle you, making him tease you about being his personal teddy bear.

«y/n-» he called you while you stood up, leaving him alone on the floor.

«i'm tired, i wanna sleep.» you whispered, your voice hoarse from all the crying.

before you could even take a step in direction of your bedroom, despite the alcohol in his system, kaveh rushed on his feet and took you by the wrist, stopping you. he forced you to turn around, and once again the prettiest face of sumeru was in front of you, molded in a frown.

«y/n, please, talk to me.» he begged, eyes wide and turned down. your lips trembled, forcing you to drop your head to hide other tears from him. archons, how many did you still have left?

your lack of response had kaveh grab your chin and force your head up. his heart sank deep in his stomach when noticing the newly formed tears clinging to your lashes.

«who?» his tone dropped to a low and deep growl oozing with anger. kaveh had known you enough to know when it was either a someone or a something upsetting you — how funny, because this time around it was him reducing you to such a state.

that simple word was enough to spark a flame in your chest. you didn't know why, but that question had pushed down buttons you didn't even know you had. you trapped your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to stop the curses you wanted to throw at kaveh. you grabbed his wrists in a tight grip that surprised him, taking over his anger.

your eyes full of frustration, tiredness and disappointment were what had the blond surprised the most. you had never looked at him that way and it stung his heart in a way he had never experienced — not from you at least.

«you kaveh, you. it was you.» you snarled in his direction, your inhibition brakes being thrown out of the window. and before he could say something, kaveh was feeling all your pent-up frustration and anger on him. «it's because of you that i'm crying my eyes out, you're the reason why i suffer every single night while you enjoy girls that don't give a single fucking care about you, girls that break your heart over and over again like you break mine. and like the idiot i am i still pick up your pieces and put them together only for you to let it get broken by someone else, my heart long forgotten because i'm too busy taking care of what others are incapable to keep intact. you're the reason why i'm like this, kaveh, you damned bastard.»

saying kaveh was shocked would have been an euphemism. his ears were ringing as he was registering your words, tears once again streaming down your cheeks after your speech. your hands fell from his, instead clenching around the hem of your shirt to keep them busy and not hit him. maybe he deserved it but hell his face was just too pretty.

kaveh gulped down the knot forming in his throat, but no words came out. what could he say to comfort you? he was the reason of your pain, could he also be the one of your solace? he wondered as his arms wrapped around your trembling figure, keeping you close to his steady frame. the alcohol in him wasn't enough to keep him drunk in such situation.

your punches lightly hit him on the chest, too tired and weak to make him feel actual pain, but the one in his heart was strong enough to tear him to pieces.

«why?» he whispered. «why did you choose to love me?»

«you don't choose, idiot, your heart does.» your reply.

«you're too good for me y/n. too good, too smart, too everything for me to be selfish and have you for myself only.»

«bullshit. that's all bullshit.» every hiccup of yours was a knife sinking in his heart.

«it's not.» kaveh pulled his arms away only to cup your face in his hands again. «you said it yourself: you're always picking up my heart pieces to put them together, only for me to render your work useless because i give to the ones who can't keep it intact. and yours? i never took care of yours.» he brushed away your tears. «you're too good for me, y/n. you're always here for me, and all i do is hurt you. how can i offend you more by depriving you of someone who would be really worthy of you?»

archons, you wished you could have the strength to punch him in the face in that moment.

«but- i do want to be selfish.» you stopped in your track at his words. «because in the end you're the only one that had always stayed even if you're the one who has the most reasons to leave me and never come back.» his fingertips brushed away a wild strand of your hair from your face. «you're the one who loves me the most, cares for me the most, is just the most to me in and for everything.»

one of his arms was back around your figure, wrapping your waist to keep you close, even if you had no intention of going away despite having all the reasons to. kaveh was many things, almost all of them forming oxymorons about his persona: a genius and a fool, gentle and mean, kind and cruel, strong and weak, emotional and cold. but something kaveh had always been, all the time, was being aware in the matters of the heart.

kaveh knew you cared for him, even if he didn't know to what extention. he knew you had always went out of your way for him, but he didn't know the uncomfortable feelings that brought to you. he knew you were an angel in disguise, the savior the archons had sent to him to keep him in check and not lose himself in his own antics and what not. he knew you were too good, too perfect for him, and that was why he didn't want to touch you. such a perfect being like you deserved perfection, something he couldn't give you, because he was imperfect, flawed. he was a mortal. he was a humble, foolish man, and you were a loving, everlasting blessing born in celestia.

how could he dare to have you for himself only? but as every other man in the world, kaveh was also selfish.

«it hurts, kaveh.» your hoarse voice managed to say.

«i know.» his tone was soft, gentle, like the warm breeze of late spring afternoons.

«it will take time.»

«i know this too.»

«it might not work.»

«i will still try my best.»

your foreheads were touching, eyes losing in each other. bodies entangled in a hug, hearts beating together. you stood in the darkness of your living room, barely breathing, searching for something in the other's eyes.

«kaveh.» you called.

«y/n.» he answered.

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the sun was starting to rise up in the sky, painting it in light shades of orange and red. birds were happily chirping outside, signaling the start of a new morning in sumeru city, where however was still too early for the usual hustle and bustle to begin.

your head was resting on kaveh's arm, the other wrapped around your bare waist, your finger drawing nonsensical shapes on his naked chest. his chin was resting on your head, fingertips brushing against your soft cheek. you planted a kiss at the height of his heart and he kissed the crown of your head.

his fingers moved to play with your hair and you nuzzled your face in his chest. his body was warm but sticky with sweat, a result of your passionate night — one of the many you shared after you two helped each other recover, that faithful night of seven years ago the catalyst of your relationship.

«what are you thinking of?» kaveh gently held your chin in his hand, having you raise your head so he could look into your eyes. they were so pretty, like the rest of you. how lucky he was, to have you as his lover.

«us. our relationship.» you stated and he nodded, knowing what you meant with just three words.

it was a topic you had discussed a lot over the years even before you two officially became a couple. it was a necessary step to fully trust each other and be sure you could be safe in each other's arms. in the end it was a very long process, but totally worth it. healed and at peace, you two could now enjoy all the good things of being loved by someone who really cared.

«i love you, y/n.»

«i love you, kaveh.»

a promise and a declaration you two sealed with a kiss, bathing in the sunlight and the warmth of your bedroom.

© azaliyas 2023 do not copy repost translate or feed to ai

[atzfilm]

hey bee!! i finished reading project omen yesterday night and have come two years late to the party to pick your brains for lore and give you a somewhat hysterical review because my gOSH it was incredible (i also read the kraken and ch_i san and your writing is so chefs kiss UGH)

firstly i'm literally in awe that you produced over 40k of AWESOMENESS the whole thing was so good shdfuhhaidu like the feels and the details and yunho and gi being matching koi and yeosang highkey seducing people and HWA best believe i was crying at that bit

every single bit of the worldbuilding and the characters u gave the atz members you ate sO HARD

you actually ripped my heart in two because. the best friends to lovers and then joong's angsty confession of how he's afraid and him falling to his knees in front of reader?? reader seeing the same anguish in his eyes when he saw hwa again?? I WEPT

also wooyoung's wings are literally amazing. him cradling her with them almost unconsciously when they come out and them coming out when he came I WAS SCREECHING OMG

and the thing about how joong doesn't understand human idioms, he's literally so cute, like the bit where reader is like 'only god knows' and he's like 'yes i do know, anyways - '

ERM AND JOONG'S DOUBLE DICK I UH UM (it was perfect. the way he's like a reptile so he has a reptile dick. perfect. delicious. also his biting reflex when he comes. even more perfect. plus him being cold blooded too.)

ok so time for me to pursue the lore: i'm assuming gonggi is jongho because he's mentioned to be the youngest, so what is he god over - i know gonggi is that game with the rock things, is it something related to that?

does san exist in this universe?

also, i know they have their human forms but joong is mentioned to have green hair and woo to have orange, can they change the appearance of their human form's hair to be natural colours or is it just like that?

FINALLY, THE CLIFFHANGER AT THE END??? bro i'm going to cry thank you so much for blessing tumblr with your writing brb i'm going to think about this for the next 9-10 working years

hiii!! no worries about coming two years late, it took me a few weeks to answer your ask so we’re even asdbfjasdnf. first!! thank you sosososo much for enjoying project omen and my other stories! it makes me happy that it’s still being read even after all of this time <3.

AHHH the part with hwa, i think i actually teared up a bit writing that part ;; i get emotional thinking about it AND THANK YOU!! it’s crazy because i did not expect to write So Much of it.. let alone 40k i’m not sure i’ll ever be able to do that again omg

THANK YOUUUU

best friends to lovers is one of my favorite tropes ;; i love it soso much and i’m a sucker for the angst and the struggling feelings UGHHH i love it so BAD

PLEASE!!! that’s one of my favorite things about his character, i love him being very clueless when it comes to idioms that the reader mentions </3

little to say about this point SADJNKFASNDF if you read any of my other fics it’s definitely a trademark !!

gonggi is jongho!! his “power” or ruling is air!

honestly and i know people may hate me,, san does exist but i truly forgot to mention him in the fic … I KNOW. i reread it later on and i was like no way did i forget to add san in here… DKFMS

they can change their appearance! i don’t quite remember and it’s been a while since i read it myself, but i’m pretty sure it only changes when they go back to their true form? since wooyoung hasn’t changed in a while, his hair is brown in the beginning but slowly goes back to orange once he lets his “true” form out.

THANK YOUU!! i’m so happy you enjoyed it as much as you did :<

[resurrection-of-soul]

Flashback | BIOHAZARD 8

Writer: Akira (日日日)

Characters: Keito, Kaoru, Koga, Rei

Rei: (Ughhh… No way~ My former self is so embarrassing~) (What're you acting so cocky for? Be more honest!)

[ For the best viewing experience, please read directly on my blog! ♪ ]

Time: Minutes later.

Location: Inside the underground live house's karaoke room.

Keito: What is this place?

Kaoru: What do you mean, what? It's karaoke, y'know? Karaoke. Mr. Honor Student, are you seriously so "all work, no play" that you've never been to a place like this?

Keito: No, even I know what karaoke is. What I'm asking is, why is there a place like this in the back room of a live music house?

Kaoru: My household's pretty strict in various ways, y'know? So I was like, let's give expanding the business a go~ I had soundproof practice rooms with full-scale professional equipment installed back here, but it totally flopped with the customers.

Koga: Hmph. 'Course it ended up like that. Yumenosaki students should be way more interested in a facility like that than anyone else, but none a' those assholes have any interest in makin' music at all.

Kaoru: Yup. That's why I decided to repurpose this practice room as a karaoke room, making it more accessible to the general public. It's a new feature at our store~

Koga: (Oh yeah, I remember this.)

Kaoru: (I totally put my blood, sweat, and tears into managing that business, y'know? I worked real hard to learn aaall sorts of things...) (But towards the end, we became like an emergency shelter for those who couldn't fit in at Yumenosaki, and those kids actually made use of the practice rooms for their intended purpose.) (So even though I went through all the trouble of renovating this room into a karaoke room, it wasn't long before I ended up having to put it back the way it was. We didn't have enough practice rooms, y'know?)

Kaoru: (Ahh, this is so nostalgic... I really did give it my all, huh.)

Koga: (You shoulda spared some a' that energy for your studies n' idol activities. I pretty much never saw you at school back then.)

Kaoru: (Well, y'know~ I was like, totally not into that kinda stuff at the time ♪)

Kaoru: Hmm~? This is like, super weird?

Keito: What is it? Did you find something suspicious?

Kaoru: Nah, more like the opposite. Sakuma-san was supposed to be waiting for us here, but I can't find him.

Keito: ���Sakuma-san came personally? Just what does he want from me after all this time?

Koga: Oh, oh! I'm gonna get to see Sakuma-senpai! Woohoo, I've been waitin' for this! ☆

Koga: (…God, I was such a die-hard fanboy back then, it's seriously embarrassin'.)

Kaoru: (You can still be pretty embarrassing about him nowadays, y'know~?)

Rei: Heeey. Kept you waitin', huh. My bad… I got caught by a scary guy, y'see~ I had to explain all sortsa stuff to get 'im off my back, but it ate up a lotta time. Man, it sure is rough bein' popular.

Keito: …...

Rei: Wow, you actually came, bouzu¹. What a law-abidin' citizen you are.

Keito: Bastard, you're the one who called me out here.

Rei: That's true, but… You've sure got some guts, showin' up in front of me again just like that. Aren't you embarassed? The other day, I thrashed you so soundly you'll never recover~ ♪

Keito: …...

Rei: (Ughhh… No way~ My former self is so embarrassing~)

Rei: (What're you acting so cocky for? Be more honest!)

Koga: (…Is that you, Sakuma-senpai?)

Kaoru: (Ah, just as I thought. Our real selves are totally following our past selves around, huh?)

Rei: (Indeed. 'Twould seem you two have already grasped the situation. At the moment, we are as like spirits, watching over our former selves.) (Alas, being forced to witness my past self's mortifying behavior from up close and personal is akin to being thrust into my own personal hell. What manner of sin have I committed to warrant such punishment?)

Koga: (Hah, this's your own fault. I ain't ashamed a' the way I live my life, so I've got no problem watchin' my past self behavin' like thi—)

Koga: AAAAAH! SAKUMA-SENPAI! AHHHHHH! I-I-I-IT'S AN HONOR TO SEE YOU AGAAAAAAAAIN!

Koga: (......)

Rei: (What remarkable mental fortitude you possess, Koga… Seeing this, can you still claim to feel no shame?)

Koga: (IapologizeI'membarrassing)

Kaoru: (Woah, how rare, Koga-kun's speaking formally. I'm better off than you two at least, but I'd still rather not be reminded how immature I used to be.) (Why's all this happening? It's probably related to the AIIE experiment somehow, right?)

Rei: (Mm… Tis difficult to speculate much further than that.) (Were I to hazard a guess, perhaps our dreams have become intertwined due to our brains all being connected to the same device.)

Koga: (Does it really work like that? Ain't dreams meant to be more— more personal, or whatever?)

Rei: (Who can say? Tis new, untried technology.)

Kaoru: (It's way too late to say this, but I'm, like, totally going to regret agreeing to participate in such a shady experiment, aren't I?)

Rei: (What is done cannot be undone, for there is no way to turn back time. We should focus our attentions on adapting and responding to the current situation as quickly as possible.)

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A term used to refer to buddhist monks, but also a somewhat old-fashioned, diminutive way of saying "boy" or "young man," kinda like calling someone "laddie."

[29daffodils]

KP Rewatch : Ep #1

wow, okay, this took me a while. in my defence, i had a LOT of household chores, okay?

now, let's begin. i do wish tumblr had a thread system like twitter, but this works too. be ready for loads of thoughts about the episode (i just finished watching ep. 01 and it's already august 3rd lol).

okay, let's just get this out of my system first : i will never stop cringing at the opening scene and the accented italian. i dunno if it's just me but it feels too clunky. i really don't wanna offend any italian fans but the actions feel too exaggerated i am deeply sorry 😭

ahhh he is indeed all grown now, and he is so pretty too!!

one of my favourite transitions that shows the very fundamental difference between the two MCs and sets the background for the story.

also, the translation is so shoddy i never understand why kinn just shot the interpreter (was he the one laundering money?? was money laundering happening at all?? someone explain the context with the italian mafia please? thanks in advance!)

everyone shut up and look at my boy big here!!!! he is so fucking cool!!!!

not big being injured and still looking out to see if kinn fled the scene of the shootout ughhh my heart, my boy deserved so much better than what he got (iykyk)

IS HE PISSING IN A BEER BOTTLE OH MY GOD PORSCHE NOOOOOOO

okay, he really doesn't look like a jom

mY BOY PETE IS HERE AND SO IS MY BABIE KEN

every time i look at the kittisawasd home i wonder how they still own it if they are so deep in debt but i also suck at math and shit so i don't bother thinking about that

okay, alright, so they *were* going to lose the house if only they hadn't had the plot armour 😂

okay, shit, i feel so bad for the kittisawasd brothers. like, porsche taking all that responsibility upon himself and then doing the stuff that he hated the most and chay, probably beating himself up about it all, that had he not been there, maybe porsche wouldn't have had to struggle as hard. just....ughhh.

>> attaching part #2 here because i discovered you can post 30 pictures in a post only via web and not through the app, wtf tumblr???

part #2 :

uncle probably knew at this point that the watch belonged to a theerapanyakul 😂

chay is such a cutie patootie ahhhh

he looks so proud of himself lmaoooo

aaah yes, iron balls 😂

he's so bad at flirting omg 😂

my boy ken be like : "can he not drag me into one of his shitty attempts at getting laid again? i need to get back to my job (of being a mole) 🙄"

uncle korn has clearly planned his moves beforehand what the fuck, going after porsche seems to be very deliberate. i dunno why i never saw this before

to think that porchay was ready to leave everything behind just to escape the hellhole of debt and constant bullying and in the end he ended up entangled in the same kind of world both through his brother and because of his love for kim. poor babie 🥺

yeahhhh sure you would 😒

i just know that chan knew porsche was the cousin. i just know it. he looks wayyyyy too unsurprised for korn to be making such a loaded comment about some chess game right after getting porsche to agree to the bodyguard position. there is no way chan — right hand mafia man — didn't know the truth about porsche.

alright, that is it for now. i have a couple more posts about ep.1 that i'll share later. bye! happy watching fam!

[oddyssey77]

The Festival Part 1 - Will

This story takes after Heroes of Olympus and 4 weeks after Jason's mysterious death. Everyone is grieving and Will has set up a festival in his honor. Jason died in my own original way that will be explained later in the story.

POV Will Solace 

The day of the festival had finally arrived. I had prepared tirelessly for this and made sure that no detail had been left unchecked. I leapt out of bed and began ordering some of the Apollo campers around. All the cabins were looking perfect. Yesterday I managed to convince Percy Jackson, the son of Poseidon to pressure wash the cabins which was a job that had needed to be done years ago.

I meet up with Piper, the head counsellor for the Aphrodite cabin, and begin doing the cabin inspections.

"Big day today," Piper says, clearly noticing my nerves.

"I know," I reply trying not to think about it, "Gods, I hope this works out."

"It will" she says reassuringly, "I bet they'll even make it an annual event."

I liked that idea. Imagine how cool it would be for an idea you came up with yourself to become a yearly event to take place for decades to come

Most cabin counsellors had taken initiative and had made sure that the campers had tidied up their messes but there were a few stragglers as always. So as Piper made off to pull Clovis out of bed, I made my way to Cabin 3 where I would have to confront the son of the sea god

When I enter Cabin 3 I am instantly hit by the stench of dirty laundry. The room was a kip. Everywhere I looked there were piles of old t-shirts, dirty socks, dead sea plants and old food that hadn't been cleaned away. The only part of the room that managed to avoid this state of destruction was the mantelpiece.

There are photos of friends, family and fallen demigods. I immediately recognized the faces of Lee Fletcher and Michael Yew, two previous Apollo campers who died in battle. I also saw Selina Beauregard, Charles Beckendorf and in the center was Jason. Then I heard a snore, I looked to my left and there he was... Percy Jackson, the guy who saved the world, the camp, and Olympus, lying sprawled over his bed in boxer shorts and a baggy t-shirt.

"Not today Will," Percy groaned at me, half asleep, "I don't feel like getting up."

"Percy, today is the festival," I said impatiently "So stop being a baby, tidy up this bombsite, and stop feeling sorry for yourself."

"Ughhh," Percy sighed but just rolled further into his bed, "I won't celebrate anything. Not without Jason here."

I feel bad for Percy. It had been 4 weeks since Jason's death and Percy had not been taking it well so I decide to leave him. I look up at the big house and see a woman with soft hair and kind eyes making her way down to the camp. She is holding hands with a young child who seemed to be her daughter. The little girl was looking around, clearly amazed by how cool the camp was. Then, Annabeth Chase, Percy's girlfriend, greets them graciously. She looks over at me and gives me a look to signal

"Is Percy still in bed?" 

"Yes, we should probably leave him," I gesture back at her. 

Annabeth tilts her head toward the woman and I realise that I am looking at Percy's mother Sally Jackson. She must have come early to help set up. They finally get close enough to me to communicate with Annabeth properly, but she seems to have forgotten I was there. She looks like she is desperately trying to redirect Percy's mom and stop her from going into cabin 3 and seeing both the mess and her son lying around carelessly. I decide to jump in and help.

"Hi, I'm Will Solace from the Apollo cabin. You must be Sally Jackson."

"Yes, that's me," she says kindly, "and this is Estelle." she gestures at the little girl who hadn't paid me any attention and was instead trying to tell her mother something.

"Mommy, someday I wanna be as pretty as those girls!" she was pointing at the Aphrodite girls standing outside cabin 10. Piper who was just on her way back from the Hypnos cabin seems to have overheard this because she walks over to us chuckling and tells Estelle that someday, she'll be prettier than all the Aphrodite girls. This made Estelle giggle. 

"If you want, I can show you around camp," Piper tells her 

"Please, Mommy, pleaseeee," Sally looks hesitant but Annabeth assures her that Piper will take good care of Estelle. 

"Alright," Sally sighs, "Don't show her anything scary."

"I won't," Piper promises

"Now, where is Percy?" Sally asks. Annabeth gives up trying to make excuses and instead tries to block the door, in an attempt to shield Percy from his mother. But then I step in.

"Have you signed in yet?" I asked Sally. Annabeth looked confused 

"What do you mean?" Sally asks

"You need to sign in at the big house before you come into the camp or the harpies will eat you." Sally looked stunned. 

"Is Estelle going to be okay?" she says looking worried.

"You can sign in for her" Annabeth suggests finally copping on

"I can take you up to the big house," Annabeth tells her while flashing me a look that I read as "get Percy fixed up fast." 

I was going to remind Annabeth that I was the one who planned the festival and I have duties other than tidying the Poseidon cabin but I decided that I could probably sacrifice some time for Percy.

After I finish helping Percy with his cabin, I make my way up to the dining pavilion to help prepare for our guests but once I get there, I am greeted only by Leo Valdez, counsellor for cabin nine, Hephaestus. I look around and realise that there's no one else there except for him and all the work had already been done.

"Brooo," he says to me, "Where have you been?" 

"What do you mean, It's only eleven o' clock," I say looking at my watch

"Nah it's twelve, you gotta keep up with the daylight savings man." 

I couldn't help but laugh at myself. I, a child of the sun god, forgot daylight savings.

"Chiron's mad that you didn't help out" Leo says to me calmly

"Where is he" I ask with a more urgent tone in my voice but Leo remains relaxed

"Out by the tree greeting the visitors with the rest of the camp,"

I begin to panic

"Why aren't you there then" I had already begun to sprint for the camp entrance. I wasn't really awaiting a response, I just assume that Leo simply wasn't bothered to stand around welcoming people that he has never met before and probably won't ever meet again. As I am running, Percy catches up with me. He must have also realised that we were an hour off and had a look of terror in his face that I could only interoperate as "Annabeth's going to dice me like an onion."

I shuffle into line next to Clarisse from the Ares cabin. She scowls at me but no one else seems to notice my late arrival. All of the campers are arranged by their cabins with the counsellors lined up at the front. I hear a horn blow in the distance as a banner is raised. Camp Jupiter, the Roman counterpart to Camp Half Blood and the slightly scarier version. We all watch as the 12th Legion Fulminata march up the hill. I recognize a few faces at the front. Reyna, Hazel, Frank and others that I remember from various battles. I also notice Jason Grace's absence from the group. The Romans are greeted by Chiron and make their way into the campgrounds.

Following behind Camp Jupiter was a slightly smaller group and one that I don't know as well as the Romans. An assortment of teenage and preteen girls all in warrior gear march up the hill led by a girl who looked about 16 and had long, luscious, blonde hair. I didn't recognize her but I couldn't help but be a little attracted to her. Then I realise it is my aunt and get a little disgusted with myself. Artemis walked confidently through our guard of honour followed by her huntresses. I recognized her lieutenant carrying her banner by her side as Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus, who was basically my idol.

Behind Artemis and her pack is a much less organised mix of people making their way to the festival. There is Grover Underwood, Protector of the Wild leading a pack of satyrs and nature spirits to the festival. There is a cyclops named Tyson who seems to have brought a few of his cyclops friends with him. I see many mortal parents of demigods and half who have been invited past the camp boundaries just for the weekend to attend the festival. Sally Jackson and Estelle are also in this group. They must have left the camp just so they could reenter with everyone else. And then I see him, at the very back of the group, a pale, dark haired teenager who I knew as Nico Di Angelo.

This Chapter is dedicated to Carlota who inspired me to write this. 

[4townie]

Road to 4☆TOWN

part 30 | part 31 | part 32 | part 33 | part 34 | part 35 | part 36 | part 37 | part 38

“Hey, Mom, me and the guys are going to hang out in a while since it’s our day off.” Taeyoung said as he came downstairs. “And before you say anything, I already finished all my chores.

“Alright, honey, have fun.” Dasom petted his head. “Do you need a ride? Or some cab money?”

“No, Jesse’s going to—” Taeyoung quickly covered his mouth when he realized his mistake.

“Who is this Jesse?” Dasom narrowed her eyes. “I’ve never heard that name before.”

“Uhhhhhh…” Taeyoung debated whether to lie or not. “He’s just…he’s in the band with us. That’s all.”

Dasom was quiet for a moment. “How many members did you say there were in your band?”

“Just five of us, and you’ve pretty much met all of them so there’s nothing to worry about.” Taeyoung said quickly. “You know what? I think I’ll just wait at Aaron’s h—”

Dasom grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. “You’re not going anywhere until I meet every member of your band.” She gave him a stern look. “You’re spending so much time with these boys, I want to make sure they’re trustworthy. Especially if one of them is driving you around.”

“Ugh, isn’t Aaron enough?” Taeyoung whined.

“No, I need to check the other two. Bring them in to me when they come to pick you up.” Dasom smiled and pinched her son’s cheek. “You know I’m only looking out for you, right, baby?”

“Yes, Mommy.” Taeyoung groaned. “Ughhh, this is gonna be the end of me.”

———

“This just might be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.” Taeyoung sighed. “Mom, meet Jesse and Robaire. They’re in the band with us.”

“Uh, hi.” Jesse waved awkwardly. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You have a very, um…nice son.” Robaire nodded nervously.

“Hmmm…” Dasom hummed as she judged them. “You look like a nice boy who gets along with his mom.” She smiled at Robaire. “Plus, you’re very handsome. I like you.”

Robaire sighed with relief. “Oh, thank you.”

“And you.” Dasom looked back at Jesse. “How old are you exactly?”

“Twenty, ma’am.” Jesse stepped back nervously.

“So you’re in college.” She looked him up and down. “Do you drink? Smoke? Drive without a license?”

“N-No. To all of the above, I mean.” Jesse assured her. “Do you wanna see my license? I totally have it.”

Dasom stared at him for a moment. “It’s fine. You seem trustworthy enough.” She crossed her arms. “I know you’re not a very good liar.”

Jesse glared at Taeyoung, who shrugged awkwardly.

Dasom checked her beeper. “Well, I’ll have to leave you now. There’s been a development in the case I’m working on and I need to call my assistant.” She looked at all the boys. “I’m counting on you all to look after my baby. He’s still young and needs a lot of help and guidance.”

Taeyoung groaned and facepalmed.

“Don’t worry, ma’am, I’m a very safe driver.” Jesse assured her.

“And I seem to be a Taeyoung magnet so we definitely won’t lose him.” Robaire shot him a glare.

“Don’t worry, Auntie.” T winked at Dasom. “I know these guys, too. They’re definitely trustworthy.”

“Good, good.” Dasom nodded. She gently caressed Taeyoung’s face. “Maybe next time you can bring a girl home instead?”

“Ugh, Mom—”

“It’s fine.” She backed off. “It’s fine. You’re still young, we have time.” She kissed his forehead. “See you tonight. Goodbye, Aaron!”

“Later, Auntie.” T waved.

As soon as Dasom disappeared into her office, Z sighed heavily and dropped his head onto T’s shoulder. “I thought she’d never leave. It was getting harder to hide my misery.”

Taeyoung looked him up and down. “What’s with you?”

“He’s just pouting because he thought he’d see your dad.” T patted Z’s back.

“I’m not gonna lie. He was at least 70% of the reason I agreed to come in instead of waiting in the car.” Z said sadly.

“Wow, I guess we’re not enough.” Jesse rolled his eyes.

Robaire was quiet for a second. “Why exactly would you wanna see his dad?”

“Oh gosh, not this again.” Taeyoung groaned.

“Probably because he’s been ranked an 11/10 by every kid that’s ever seen him.” T passed them a photo from the coffee table. “If you’ve ever wondered where Taeyoung gets his charm, now you know.”

Jesse and Robaire’s eyes widened.

“Woah…” Jesse gaped.

Robaire’s eyes dilated. “I had no idea dads could be so attractive.”

“Just give it a few more months.” Jesse snorted.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“You know, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t stare.” Taeyoung took the photo away. “How would you feel if I ogled your dads?”

“Well, my dad was really pear shaped and he always looked grumpy for some reason.” Jesse shrugged. “Also he was conservative. Very not hot.”

“And my dad’s just intimidating.” Robaire nodded. “Even my teachers got nervous around him.”

“I saw Z’s dad from a distance once.” T recalled. “I’m pretty sure that’s where he got his good looks.” He smirked.

“T, stop it.” Z blushed.

Taeyoung groaned. “I can’t stand these people.”

———

That last line is code for Taeyoung being allophobic🤭

[evansbby]

My mind kept racing and pacing for the half hour i ran through trying to get dressed and actually make it to work cause i woke up at 5am, thinking i’d just “start” reading and maybe finish after work, 4 hours later, i’ve still no finished and i am for the first time in my life actually SHOOKETH!

I have so much i wanna say! I feel like this is where i can put my useless lit degree to use, to better appreciate, devour and lose my fucking mind over what i believe to be one of the greatest pieces of fiction of our times.

Yes. I said what i said and i fucking meant it.

Please pardon my French but when i pressed “keep reading” on a fic about an assholish alpha jog who can only think with his enormous dong, i wasn’t expecting to have to hold my tears three fucking times reading through family traumas, the difficulties to overcome them, the devastating anguish of abandonment issues, personal growth that felt near impossible a chapter or two ago and so on and so fucking forth.

I don’t want to go back and read cause if i do, then it’ll end and i don’t it want to.

I love you. I love your incomparable talent. And you WILL hear from my lawyer soon for all this personal damage you have caused ❤️

UGHHH ILY SM and i am so sorry for this super late reply!!

i honestly do not deserve this praise like the way you talk about my story makes mE FEEL SO SPECIAL AHHHHHH

and honestly omfg you're so right in the sense that so many people must've clicked on poyt like "ok asshole alpha steve smut fic let's go* and then they got sucked into a web of family trauma and abandonment issues AHHHHH IDEK WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY BRAIN like how i turned what was meant to be just a sexy little oneshot into whatever it is now sklfnslak but i am proud of it and it makes me happy that you like it, i value your opinion so much!! and the way you're so vocal with your praises really makes me feel all warm inside, so thank you!!!

[khodorkovskaya]

embarrassing storytime

21.06.23

i embarrassed myself big time and now i can't think straight because i want to disappear off the face of the earth like arghdhhghgh

so i had an exam on monday. it was differential geometry which is one of the easier subjects. the prof is very chill, he's not a very good teacher but he's a good guy, you know the type.

and i uhhh... had a panic attack 5 minutes after walking into the exam room. i was shaking uncontrollably, asked to get some air and ran to the bathroom to throw up. like i was literally shaking and crying and throwing up.

so anyway, after throwing up i went back into the exam room and tried to write the exam anyway, all while shaking and still feeling super nauseous. there were lots of calculations and i kept getting things wrong like id write that 2*3 is equal to 5 and stuff like that. so yeah, i wrote god knows what.

and important context, this exam is eliminatory! so if i didn't pass, i would be kicked out of the faculty. and i would have to write an opposition letter to ask them to not kick me out. and get a doctor's note and everything. that's why i was also super stressed. because failing thing exam would possibly mean 4 years of studying down the drain.

so i finish the exam, hand in the paper, cry a little and rush to the maths counselor's office. i break down crying in front of him, saying that it's all over. he consoles me by saying they'll definitely accept the opposition letter if im kicked out, everything will be okay, ive been a good student so far, it's not that bad, etc. and he says that i should see the science faculty counselor and tell him about my situation.

so i call my parents like shit shit shit, im getting kicked out of uni. they freak out obviously. cos that means im gonna have to restart everything and graduate when im in my 30s. and basically not get a job, be a failure, etc. etc. they don't sleep the whole night, they're super worried, my stepdad and my mum get into a fight over all of this. the family is falling apart.

the next day i go see the faculty counselor and he says that if i give a doctor's note saying i suffer from anxiety before getting the grade, i have a 50/50 chance of being allowed to retake the exam. but it has to be done before they announce the grades.

i don't have a gp, i don't know any doctors, especially those who'd be okay giving me a note that says that i suffer from anxiety. my stepdad suggests that i call the therapist i used to go to back in 2020 and say that it's an emergency and that i need to see her asap.

i call the therapist, she doesn't reply so i leave a voice message, sobbing like "this is life or death, please can we schedule a session, this is urgent". thinking about this voice message makes my skin crawl like ughhh it was so bad.

then im like shit shit shit, if i can't get a note from her today, what if they announce the grades tomorrow and im getting kicked out ahhhhhhhhhh

so i message the geometry professor and the two assistants like "guys, i was shaking and crying and throwing up during the exam. im trying to get a doctor's note from my therapist before the grades drop. when are you gonna announce the grades i need to know??? i vomited everywhere, just fyi". again, very embarrassing impulsively written email.

and 10 seconds later the assistant replies like "everyone passed the exam, no worries".

and im like what.

then about an hour later the professor replies and says "i looked at your copy, your work looks pretty solid, you'll get a 4.5 and we'll announce the grades tomorrow, is that okay with you?". and im likeeeee bro

4.5

passing grade is a 4. a 4.5 is like really good. like reeeally good.

so im like shit.

what was all of this for??? why was i so dramatic for no reason?????

i made my poor parents panic for nothing.

i feel so bad.

and the therapist replied yesterday evening like "we can do a session tomorrow at 9am exceptionally". and like for what. what am i gonna say to her now??? that i was being a drama queen????

like i literally want to disappear like i feel so embarrassed. all of this drama for an easy exam. brb im gonna self isolate for a year. like i wanna kms.

and what do i say to the therapist?? like oopsie, i was just kidding. adjhdjjhdjfh i hate that i have to face the consequences of my actions.

[aylabyu]

I hate, with all my life, school.

Cyno x F!Reader

Tags: SFW, studying! kinda...

"Ughhh, Cyno, the heat it killing me. Can we please, please turn back now?"

"We can't, this is for your thesis. And we're already halfway there. It'll be a shame if decided to head home now."

Cyno shook his head at your nth whine for the afternoon. The two of you were heading to a library to complete your thesis. With the heat outbreak, almost every house has its air conditioner on, and in turn, an electricity shortage. Your apartment is a poor victim of this so with no access to the internet, the library is your next solution.

"Can't I just tell my professor that we have no electricity and wifi? Surely he'll understand, right?" You said to Cyno, your friend, who offered his help when he heard of your predicament.

"No, he'll just make your life much harder the next time. Trust me, I took his class last semester and saw him make my classmate memorize a whole book in one day because he turned in his assignment a minute late. Though I don't know if he's still like that now, it's still better to be safe than sorry. Unless you want to experience something like that?"

"Uh, yeah no thanks," you sighed. "Does his mother not shower him with affection? Why is he like that? Did he has some trauma when he was still in college and he's dumping his rage on us students??"

Cyno laughed, "That's possible. He always had anger issues toward students. Anyway, we arrived. Come on, let's get this over with."

The two of you entered and were immediately saved by the cold air of the aircons in the library.

"Oh great Lord, thank you for making the people work here think that an air conditioner must be installed here."

Cyno shook his head and cackled, "You know, I have a joke about aircons. What do you call a-"

"EHEM, hello miss. May we know which aisle is this reference book?"

You ran to the librarian and showed her the picture of the book you needed. Cyno squinted his eyes at you, letting you know this would be brought up again later on. The librarian searched for it on her computer and told you its location.

"Here and oh, no funny business, hm? It's too hot today for me to deal with aftermaths of young couples," she stared at the both of you hard making you blush.

"Ah?! No, no. We're just friends!" You shook your head and waved her goodbye, unable to make eye contact with Cyno whose ears have a tinge of red.

You cleared your throat, "A, Anyway. Here's the book! Let's find a seat and start cracking!"

The two of you found a vacant table and started working. It was fortunate that there is wifi, cold air, and Cyno with you today. As he said earlier, he took a class with the same professor you have so he can share some information from his work with yours or if you didn't understand some information from the book or sites you're researching.

After an hour or two, you're at the last paragraph of your thesis.

"Ahhh! Finally, finally, I'm getting over this shit!" You stretched and said your curse in a quiet voice. You're near the light to heaven, wouldn't want to be kicked out by the librarian at this crucial moment.

Slightly smiling at you, Cyno stood up and said, "Finish up your work. I'll just buy some coffee since the last paragraph must be lengthy and comprehensive. A cold latte with caramel syrup?"

You blinked, "Ah, yeah. The conclusion is typically what I have the easiest time with. I'm surprised you know what I like."

It was Cyno's turn to blink, "Oh, uh, mhm. I'll get going."

He speed-walked to the exit of the library where you stared into space for a bit and them worked on your thesis until you felt someone tapping your shoulder.

"Yo~ Never thought I'll get to see you here in a library!"

Your classmate, Lisa, hugged your shoulders and greeted you.

"Lisa! My apartment has no electricity so we decided to go here. The bonus is there's wifi and air conditioning here. What about you? What are you doing here?"

She sat down next to you, "Ah, just picking up some books for Razor. Remember him? He's the child I'm currently tutoring."

"Oh, yeah! The one who you want to adopt in the future?"

Lisa hummed, "Things are quite vague right now with his parents but with the way they're treating him, I won't stand for it," she sighed. "Anyway, why weren't you mentioning your lovely Cyno?"

You fumbled, "What? Ah, yeah. He's with me, mhm."

She leaned in close to you, "You know, I saw the two of you floundering lile idiots in love when he stood up and left."

"Ah?! What, what do you mean?! He just sees me as a friend and-"

"You see him as a friend too? Or as a man?"

You stayed silent, "I-I don't know. Many girls in my class like him, and they're far prettier and better than me."

"Hm? So what?"

"What?" You looked at Lisa who raised her eyebrows at you.

"So what if you think they're prettier and better, you're your own person. Plus, this can't be the case in the eyes of Cyno, I'm sure."

"Why are you certain he thinks that way? I know you're majoring in Psychology but you can't be a mind reader."

She haughtily laughed, "Psychology hurts my brain, don't mention that word again. Anyway, don't you know he doesn't hang out with other girls unless for academic reasons? Heck, he doesn't even laugh in his circle of friends. And from what I saw, he was clearly spirited when he was with you."

You grow silent, thinking over her words.

"But, that could have meant other things. Like, maybe he sees me as a little sister or a junior in need of help? Either way, Cyno won't ever be interested in me-"

"Why shouldn't I?"

You gasped and turned around. You saw him standing there with the drinks he promised.

"Cyno! How long have you been there?"

"Ever since I sat down," Lisa put her hand on her chin and smirked at you.

"You!" You pointed your finger at her who just snickered at you.

"Here, Lisa. Thanks for your... intentional help. Can I speak with her in private for a bit?" Cyno handed his drink to Lisa who smilingly accepted.

"Oho, I like a man with manners," then she turned to you, "Keep him, ok?"

She stood up while cackling at your red face and waved her hand away.

Cyno cleared his throat and sat down in the seat across from you, "Can we talk about what you and Lisa were talking about?"

You put your head down, "S-Sure. Ehm, what do you want to know...?"

He grabbed your hands that were on the table and gripped them firmly.

"Do you like me?"

You looked up in a start. He didn't break eye contact with you and looked on with a hopeful gaze.

"I..." you sighed, "Yes, yes I do."

You looked down again and felt him grip your hands a bit tighter. He took in a sharp inhale and replied, "Likewise. I like you too."

Slowly looking up once more, you saw his face with a gentle smile and loving eyes.

"Oh, uhhh. Uhh??" You wanted to get your hands so you can hide your blushing face but Cyno still kept a tight clasp on your hands.

"Nuh-uh, don't hide your pretty face away from me."

You almost look horrified by how his personality changed right away. He chuckled with his teeth showing out at your mental state.

"Princess, you better get used to my jokes and character showed only to you and you 'cause we're gonna be together for a long, looong time."

A/N: tbh idk how libraries work LMAO BUT if there are some errors with the grammar or info, don't hesitate to call me out! (gently please xD) and was abt to like do a fic where the scene is stressful and all where Cyno will calm you down and everything but idk how theses work in the Akademiya soooo... (and idk too how to make titles so bear w me)