#but you can just be worried and notice it's not looking good you know

[angstywaifu]

Insomnia - Garrick Tavis

Anonymous Request: Garrick x reader where she struggles with sleep/has insomnia and she goes to Garrick for comfort or he finds out somehow and comforts her and she can only fall asleep with him there 💕 just a very fluffy fic

Garrick Tavis x Reader

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“You look like shit.” Imogen says as I sit down in front of her in the dining hall.

”And you wonder why you’re single.” Bodhi mutters before Imogen smacks him across the head. “Hey!”

”She’s not wrong.” I point out as I shove my fork into a roast potato. “Sleeps been…. difficult lately.”

Bodhi turns to me, concern written all over his face as he looks me over. “You can so no, you know that right?”

I know what he’s getting at. But Xaden sending us on supply runs has got nothing to do with it. I wish that was the issue. But I’ve struggled with sleep every since the day our parents got burned. And every now and then I hit a rough patch of a few weeks were I barely get an hours sleep at night. And right now was one of those patches.

”I’m aware. But it’s got nothing to do with that.” I tell him with a tight lipped smile. “I’ve been struggling with sleep for quite some time now.”

He nods, clearly getting the hint behind my words. And if I can’t sleep, I may as well be on supply runs and make use of not being able to sleep.

”I can take over for you tonight. You look like you’re going to pass out in your chair.” Imogen offers

I shake my head. “Thank you, but I’ll be fine. It’s only a short one.”

She purses her lips but nods at me. She knew better than to push it. Both of us were as stubborn as each other. Bodhi mutters something about leadership duties and gets up from the table, leaving Imogen and I to eat alone until Quinn joins us. I quickly finish my dinner, getting up from the table before Quinn can notice how tired I look. I feel Imogen’s eyes follow me as I get up from the table and make my way out of the dining hall and towards the flight field. As I make my way into the courtyard, skirting my way around the edges, shadows consume me, hiding me from any prying eyes. I look around, but don’t see Xaden anywhere. But I knew he had eyes on me if he was covering me. Luckily the courtyard is empty with everyone eating dinner. But it was better to be safe than sorry. As I walk up the final steps into the field, Xaden is waiting for me. I’d expected him to be down in the courtyard. It was scary how powerful he was with those shadows.

”Everything ready to go?” I ask him as I walk up to him.

He nods over to my dragon, two loaded packs ready to go next to her. Big enough for her to grab onto, but small enough no one would notice them once she held them in her claws.

”All ready to go. You sure you’re up to this?” He asks me, his onyx eyes bearing into me.

I shake my head and laugh. “Let me guess, Bodhi came to you worried about me.”

He nods. “And with good reason. You look like you’re about to keel over. I can get someone else to do this.”

I shake my head. “I’m fine. Like I told Bodhi I’ve struggled with sleep for years now. Sometimes I hit rough patches where I barely get any. But I’ll be fine. Trust me.”

He narrows his eyes at me but eventually nods. “Fine, but I want you to report to me when you get back.”

”You got it Wingleader.” I say with a mock salute before turning and walking over to my dragon.

I groan as we land back in the flight field. The shockwave making everything hurt. Exhaustion was royally kicking my ass, but I could tell sleep still evaded me and I would probably get none once I got back to my room. I slide down my dragons leg, staggering as my feet hit the ground. I stumble for a few steps, putting my hands out to stop the fall I know is coming before something stops me. Not something. Someone. Their hands grip my upper arms tightly from behind, pulling me up right.

”You are far from ok.” A familiar gruff voice growls from behind me.

My eyes widen. Shit. Their hands loosen as I turn to face a very angry Garrick.

”I’m fine.” I tell him sternly, though I know it does little to convince him after what he just saw.

”You nearly falling off your dragon is not fine. When was the last time you slept?” He demands as he takes in the shadows under my eyes.

”I got an hour last night.” I say with shrug before quickly stifling a yawn.

He narrows his hazel eyes at me. “When was the last time you got proper sleep?”

”You know I haven’t slept properly in years.” I shoot back.

Garrick was probably the only one that knew the extent of my sleeping problem. Kind of hard to hide something like that when we we’re fostered together. Countless nights he’d found me awake in my room reading or drawing. Had seen me go through my first rough patch where I’d practically passed out on him during a training session.

”Well aware. So why didn’t you come to me?” He asks with a cocked eyebrow.

”Because we have far bigger issues than sleeping issues we can’t fix. I’ll be fine.” I tell him sternly, before swaying slightly.

Garrick’s hands fly out and catch me before I stumble again. He grumbles something I can’t make out before dipping down and scooping me into his arms. I go to protest, but as he tightens his hold on me, I know I have no chance in fighting this. And I couldn’t deny, the familiar gesture was exactly what I needed. I rest my head on his shoulder as he walks us out of the flight field. It doesn’t take long for the rocking movement and his presence to make my heavy eyes flutter close, lulling me into a deep sleep.

I squint against the bright light, hand flying up to shield me from the sun coming through the open drapes. I groan, burying my head into what should be my pillow, but isn’t. No this solid, harder than a pillow but not uncomfortable. A steady beat thrumming against my ear. The familiar scent of leather, cinnamon and musk instantly having my body relax.

”About time you woke up.” Garrick’s familiar teasing tone meeting my ears.

I smack him lightly on the chest, causing him to laugh, the sound rumbling through his chest into me. “If you keep that up I’m never coming to you if this happens again.”

Garrick’s chest rumbles with laughter again. “You say that every time sweetheart.” He tells me before kissing the top of my head lightly.

”One day I won’t come back.” I warn him teasingly as I turn my head to look up at him.

Cocky bastard just smiles down at me knowingly. “I’ll believe it when it happens. Now get some more rest.” He tells me before shutting his own eyes and leaning his head back against the wall.

“Maybe if someone hadn’t left my drapes open I could.” I retort.

Garrick doesn’t even open his eyes as he raises his hand and waves it, the drapes sliding close and plunging the room into darkness. “Problem solved. Now go to sleep.”

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

hiya love !! so just a little headcannon that i have is reader curled into jason’s side when watching a movie on the couch, especially in the colder months and he just realised and teases her about it :D

(currently freezing my ass off next to my broken radiator :( )

A Warm Touch

I hope your radiator got fixed!! (Hopefully, this fluff is tooth-rotting enough to warm your heart this winter)  ~900 words

Jason Todd knows he runs hot. Be it summer or winter, rain or shine, he's practically a living furnace. It's just a fact, one that's never really affected him either way.

Sure, whoever joins him on whatever stakeout he's on may shift a little closer to his side and joke about him being their personal space heater once in a while, but it's not a life changing truth.

Jason Todd is warm to the touch, and that's just how it is. He's never spared it a second thought, never felt good or bad about it. That is until you come along, and now he's never been more grateful for it.

He didn't notice it at first, the way you unconsciously (or consciously) sought out his warmth on colder Gotham days. The days wind pounded at your windows, the days snow piled so high on the fire escape his entire boot would disappear into it, the days frost seemed to seep into every crack in your building. 

But he was certainly noticing it today. What was supposed to be a simple movie night has his head spinning, his face fighting back a grin as you cuddle into his side. The blanket thrown over your laps is soft and fuzzy, but it doesn't exactly keep out the chill that settles in your bones no matter how warm your apartment is. 

Jason knows he should offer to get you another blanket, but he's more delighted by the fact you would rather curl into him– hook your arm with his and rest your head on his shoulder– than get up. He should keep quiet about his epiphany, the fact that you enjoy how he runs hot, but he's never been one to pass up the opportunity to tease you. 

"Cold," he asks, voice a whisper of a question and low enough that you have to tilt your head to hear him better.

"I'm okay," you answer, seemingly distracted from the movie by his nose brushing along your temple.

"You seem cold," he prompts, ghosting his lips over the top of your head. It takes all his effort to keep his voice from falling into a teasing tone, to tickle and poke at your sides until you admit that while you were cold, he's doing a wonderful job of fixing that. (He's digging for your praise, sue him)

You almost seem to pick up on what he's doing, your eyes finally leaving the screen to focus solely on him, which is exactly what he's been wanting. "I'm not cold," you say easily, but your fingers move to grab at his sleeve– like you're worried he's planning something. (He is, kind of, but nothing more than this)

"Well, if you're not cold, I could go sit over on the–" he starts, grin going sly and eyes filing with mischief.

"No," you cut him off, eyes narrowing at the thought of him leaving your side. "I was cold," you correct, "but now I'm not."

His grin goes wolfish, but he lifts his arm to sling it over your shoulder, letting you snuggle closer into his side, "And that's because," he drawls out, almost sing-songy. He fights back the laugh that wells in his throat when you roll your eyes, a tinge of embarrassment painting your face.

"And that's because of you. Thank you for having a body temperature that anyone else would akin to a fever, Jason," you finally huff out, holding back a smile of your own at his antics.

He rewards you relenting by littering kisses over every inch of skin he can reach, from your face and down your jaw and to your throat, he doesn't stop until you're both a mess of laughter and smiles. 

It's not until you're holding your stomach with one arm and tugging at his shirt with the other, that he pulls back to study your face, the way the light catches in your eyes, just how happy you look. (You study him too, the way the lines of his face soften, how one corner of his mouth tugs higher when he smiles than the other)

'Not too warm, though. Right?" he murmurs, the briefest hint of insecurity flashing in his eyes. It's a bigger question that he means to ask, even if it's worded as innocently as it is. 

"Not at all," you soothe, fingers brushing back his hair so you can return his kisses with one of your own. A slow, soft kiss that wipes every doubt from his mind as quickly as it appeared. 

"It's the perfect temperature," you breathe out once you've pulled away, fingers lingering against his cheek, and Jason has to wonder what he did to deserve this moment– to deserve you.

"Oh, Good– I mean– That's good," he stumbles out, and tries to ignore the heat that threatens to rise to his face when you kiss his jaw and turn back to the tv.

"Stay here a while and keep me warm," you ask, head nestling back against his shoulder. (Right where it belongs, if you ask Jason)

"Yeah, sure, of course. Happy to," he agrees, giving into the urge to kiss the crown of your head, "For as long as you need me." And he means that, when he tells you, for more than just sharing his warmth. No matter what it is, no matter how simple or grand, as long as you need him, Jason will stay by your side.

[peacheeeliz]

017. hubby and wifey (wc: 640)

You stand patiently at Sunghoon's front door, gently knocking while your other hand hangs at your side, holding on tight to a plastic bag full of groceries. You let yourself rock back and forth on your feet, a quiet shuffle just on the other side of the door. After a moment, the door opens, and Sunghoon peaks through the crack, eyes widening at the sight of you at his apartment so late at night.

“Y/Nie, what are you doing here?” He asks, but ushers you inside. “It's almost midnight, you should be home.”

You ignore him with a sweet smile, heading straight towards his kitchen to get your late dinner for him ready. “And you should learn to be more honest with me,” you tease, hearing his footsteps follow you into the kitchen. “Heeseung's not your only friend, y'know? You can tell me if you ever have trouble sleeping. I know a great tea remedy.”

Sunghoon freezes behind you at your words, letting out a sigh when he remembers his chat with the mentioned man earlier that day. “And they say Niki yaps too much,” he jokes, shaking his head.

“Oh, please, Heeseung loves to gossip, especially with me,” you continue, finally sending him a bright smile over your shoulder. He takes his place at the counter behind you, leaning against it as he crosses his arms across his chest - his big, defined arms that peak out of the tank top he's wearing. You turn back around quickly, ignoring the heat that rises to your cheeks to focus on the food. “You shouldn't be worried about ever making me worry too much. If anything, it's gonna make me worry even more.”

He hesitates, eyes never leaving your figure as you start to dart around the room. “I just… had some trouble sleeping,” he starts. “It's probably just because I was on my phone all night. No need to worry.”

“What were you looking at?” You ask innocently, not noticing the way Sunghoon goes stiff again.

“Uh, just,” he stutters, clearing his throat. “Just TikTok. It's always better at night, y'know?”

You let out a light laugh, nodding in agreement. His heart warms at the sound, a soft smile playing at his lips as he brings his hand up to cover his face. And there goes his heart again, beating away at his ribcage like an animal trying to escape from the zoo.

When you start setting up all the different ingredients, he steps forward. “Hey, let me help out a bit,” he says, taking place right next to you and grabbing hold of some vegetables.

“No, baby, I'm supposed to be making you feel better,” you tell him, reaching to take back the vegetables. He holds it up high above his head, smiling down at you as you struggle to obtain them back. “Come on, Hoonie, not fair.”

“I'm sorry, but no wife of mine is going to work alone in the kitchen,” he responds, reaching up to pat your head with his free hand. “You're too cute.” The words slip past his lips without thought, and he freezes when he realizes what he said. You, however, seem to have no reaction other than the bright smile you send his way.

“You'd make a good husband one day, husband,” you joke, nudging him before getting back to work on the food.

“Well, I'm getting in some great practice with a really good wife,” he continues, ignoring the way his skin prickles and his stomach flips. “Aren't I, wife?”

“Wellllll, you did let me die,” you draw out. “Twice.”

He rolls his eyes, “hey, I told you it'd be a bad idea to go off on your own,” he reminds you. He leans to the side, bumping his shoulder against yours. “Just stick by me, alright? I'll keep you safe.”

synopsis ⤏ popular youtubers team up on all new minecraft smp, quick to name themselves the "newly weds" after sunghoon gifts y/n a poppy. but will these romantic endeavors between the two just be "for the lore," or will feelings blossom?

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[spiderb00]

- What Is Your Word Of The Day?

Manon Bannerman x 7 member!reader  (request)

"The taste of victory is good, but don't celebrate too loudly” 

Genre – fluff          Warnings – none 

Now playing – Perfect Night, by Le Sserafim 

The night was calm, all the Kats were spread out comfortably in the living room. Sophia, Yoonchae and Megan were watching some movie on television, Lara and Daniela were gossiping about someone you didn't know very well, and Manon, your girlfriend, was listening to all the conversation of yours while stroking your hair. You all didn't have many days off, but when you did, you made it all worth it. The day off was a day with no stress, no complaints and no headache, you unfortunately, were going down a different path.

A few weeks ago, you discovered this word game called Daily Wordle, and you immediately became obsessed with it. You had X number of attempts and if you couldn't get them right, you would lose the game and could only play it again the next day. So, you were very concentrated at that moment, so concentrated, that you didn't even notice the strange looks that your friends and girlfriend were exchanging.

You were quiet for a long time, and that wasn't very normal for you, the girls always said that you and Daniela were the loudest, so when they didn't hear a word if it comes out of your mouth, they were definitely worried.

Exchanging silent glances, the girls debated whether or not to ask if there was something wrong. Your state of stillness was at least a little troubling, and Sophia, as the leader, began to really wonder if anything had upset you.

The girls looked at your girlfriend, silently asking if you were okay. Manon, who just shrugged, tried to look over your shoulder at what you were doing on your phone. When she was close to seeing what you saw so much on that phone, you jumped up off the couch.

"FUCK, YEAH!" You said, jumping up and down, making the girls startle and Sophia glare.

"Yn! Language!" Sophia said as she watched you jump for joy.

"I'm sorry, but I've finally settled the word of the day!" You said, jumping until you got close to Manon and threw yourself into your girlfriend's lap.

"Solved what?" Megan asks, getting confused by what you were saying.

"It's a game, I only have a few tries to figure out the word of the day and I finally got it, at the last minute." You said, laughing and kissing Manon's cheek, showing your happiness. "It was one of the hardest words I've ever caught."

"Why didn't you ask for our help?" Lara asked, reaching out and picking up your phone, to see how the game worked.

"I thought you might think it was silly." You said, slightly embarrassed by your confession.

"Awn, baby. It's not silly." Manon said, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear and giving a little kiss on your lips. "How about I help you next time, huh?" Manon offered, bringing a smile to your face.

"I would love it, love." You respond, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey, we're still here!" Daniela said, throwing a cushion at both of you. "And we can help too." The Latina said, making you a little surprised.

"yes, it sounds fun. We'll help you next time." Lara said, giving you back your phone.

"Thank you girls." You said, making them smile back at you.

"But don't yell like that again." Yoonchae said, looking at you with a warning look, making you swallow hard and agree.

MY CLASSES WILL START IN A WEEK, I'M FREAKING OUT GUYS SORRY

Stay safe and drink water

xoxo, spider.

[kiyo-cant-write]

hello!! good morning, afternoon or night, idk. Could I request Diasomnia (or just Silver and Malleus if it's too much characters) with a Snow White like reader? I recently re-watched Snow White and it kinda got me thinking about how they would interact with a reader that acts similarly to Snow White (very kind, caring, motherly and a tad bit naive). Thank you either way and have a good day!

diasomnia w/ snow white!reader ✧･ﾟ

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I am so sorry this took me so long! I do a lot of writing in addition to this blog and between that and school, things got away from me! Thank you for the request and I hope I did this idea justice ^^

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Summary: The following scenarios and headcanons depict the members of Diasomnia with a Snow White-inspired reader. Each of these is meant to be its own universe, like a visual novel route.

TW/CW: N/A

Notes: pre to in a relationship, the reader is Ramshackle Prefect/Yuu, they/them pronouns for the reader, the reader is explicitly human/non-fae

Guest Stars: N/A

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Malleus Draconia

Malleus and [Name] share a certain innocence about the world.

They both fall victim to Lilia's pranks often.

Malleus is fond of them from the get-go because they seem more worried about him than afraid of him at the joint event.

This is where their friendship began.

Malleus thinks that [Name] is a unique person.

He wants to protect the person who seems so soft and caring.

Malleus doesn't understand how [Name] is so soft to others.

Everyone seems to like them. Can they teach him how to do that?

"How do you do it, [Name]?" Malleus asked them one evening as they walked around the school at twilight.

It was cold and [Name] was wrapped in a blanket from their dorm to keep out the cold. Still, they were walking. These walks were something they looked forward to even if it disrupted their (already questionable) circadian rhythm at times.

"Do what, Malleus?" they returned his question with another question, unsure what the draconic fae meant this time.

They didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Did they? Were they doing something so special without even being aware of it? They looked at him with wide curious eyes, urging him to elaborate.

"You are someone that everyone likes," Malleus told them plainly.

Name paused. Was that true? They thought about their relationship with the other students at Night Raven. Maybe they did have a lot of friends. Was that upsetting Malleus? He was rather... a solo rider.

"I suppose so... But it's not something I'm trying to do, so..."

They trailed off and Malleus placed a hand on their shoulder.

"I am not mad at you, Child of Man," he continued, "It is just something that I have noticed as we have known each other."

They nodded slowly, trying to understand what he was saying,

"Does it make you worry?" they asked, looking at him and taking a small step closer, "I don't want to cause you distress, Malleus..."

His brows furrowed slightly as he stared down at the small human he had become friends with. Was he worried? It seemed more than that.

"It's not just a worry," he continued, "Perhaps it is also... admiration."

They stopped before they could even begin their next sentence. Was Malleus complimenting them in earnest?

"Oh?" they managed to say.

He smiled, eyes gleaming.

"I do admire you deeply, [Name]," he told them, "For... For being all I cannot be."

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Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia starts off viewing [Name] as a child.

They remind him of Silver and he is much older than the other students, so it's only natural that he's a bit apprehensive.

They seem naive and that worries him, but it's also fun to use.

A few pranks have [Name] scrambling to get Sebek's help.

Still, Lilia cares about them, mostly from afar.

He would not be the one to confess first because he knows he will depart soon enough but he is always sweet to [Name].

The joke about [Name] being a second parent to Silver does not go unused. Silver did not appreciate that one but laughed in the end.

"My dear," Lilia began his statement in earnest, giving an almost evil grin as he came closer, however, to the person he had claimed as his lover only days ago, "May I ask you something~?"

"Lilia?" they asked, startling slightly when he hugged them but relaxing into it all the same, "What is it?"

They were used to him being a bit strange but part of him seemed... very serious and they were not sure what to make of it. [Name] was new to this whole "dating" situation. Sure, they had read about it. But this was different. This was real. Wasn't it?

This was new for them, in more ways than one, he was Lilia-senpai.

"[Name], how do you feel about being a mother?" he asked.

They paused. What was he asking them? Why? Now? Why would they be a mother? Children? They were still in school and, and, and...

Their thoughts raced a bit at the question but calmed as soon as they heard the giggly laugh that suggested he was messing with them somehow.

"You must not fret so," he told them, patting their head affectionately.

"But you asked if I was going to be a mom?" they asked him.

"Not of new life, not yet," he told them, that was a plan for some other day at some other time, "I meant to my son who is almost grown."

Son... who is almost... SILVER?

Their jaw dropped at the realization.

"You want me to help with Silver?"

[Name]'s eyes were wide. Silver wasn't too far from their age.

"Yes!" Lilia chirped an answer.

"Well..."

What were they supposed to say to this? They weren't the type to decline their lover's request and they did care for Silver. They could see how he would need another parent to balance the chaos of Lilia now. But, them? It was a lot to take in.

"I will let you think about it, but as my lover, it does make you a parent to him in some sense of the word, perhaps an unconventional one, though," he explained to them.

They nodded.

"Father, please do not harass [Name]!" Silver spoke up from across the room, looking at [Name] a moment later, "You do not need to be my mother if you do not wish to be."

Ah, [Name] had forgotten. They were in the Diasomnia Commons. Silver and Sebek were here. There was an audience.

"Hmm..." they hummed, trying to think it over.

"But isn't Silver still so cute?" Lilia cooed.

"Father-" Silver attempted to cut in but [Name] spoke too soon.

"I suppose I wouldn't mind helping with your son, Lilia."

"Yay~"

At least Lilia was happy. Silver might need to vent to someone later.

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Silver

Silver does not realize he has befriended [Name] until they have been friends for several weeks. He does not have the heart to back out after this and only grows closer to them from this point on.

He grows to like their optimistic attitude.

They share a bit of naivety in the world and others sense this.

Silver confesses first as he believes this is the "correct" way to do it based on the books (manga) that Lilia offered him as advice.

They decide to be a couple fairly easily and it's a first for them both. Silver has never had a relationship outside of his work as a guard and being Lilia's adoptive son.

Silver and [Name] don't realize they are in love until everyone else is already painfully aware of their feelings for each other.

Lilia likes to mess with both Silver and his lover.

Silver and his lover often become victims of these pranks.

[Name] and Silver are too forgiving in these instances.

Sebek sometimes yells at them about it.

"Is this cheese?" [Name] asked Silver, trying to get the substance out of her hair and failing, "Cheese from the ceiling?"

Their expression was one of confusion as they looked between their hair and the white-haired boy who was also trying to get the sticky orange substance off of his dorm uniform's horned hat. He didn't seem pleased but was far less surprised than they were.

"Yes, I think so," he told them.

They paused, thinking about it more deeply.

"....Why?"

"Well..." Silver trailed off for a moment, trying to think of a way to answer her without incriminating someone, "It was a practical joke."

"A joke? Cheese from the ceiling was a joke?" she asked, confused but not angry, trying to find the hilarity in the event, "What does it mean?"

"I don't think it has a meaning, this is just how my- How Lilia-senpai shows his affection for me, for you, for ... us, I suppose?"

"Oh..." they said before their eyes widened, "Oh!"

"Yes..." he managed to respond, hesitant.

He felt a bit bad Lilia had done something that startled them.

"Does that mean Lilia-senpai thinks of us as... a pair?"

"Maybe?" Silver responded.

It seemed likely enough that Silver and [Name] were seen as a pair by his father. He was prone to assigning roles to people in Silver's experience. It didn't warrant cheese but, oh well. They really do sell everything at the School Store, he noted.

That was probably where his father had gotten this... whatever it was.

"We are best friends, right Silver?" [Name] asked, pulling him from his thoughts at what other oddities the store might be selling.

"Yes, but..."

He wanted to say it. He had thought it over for a week, been yelled at by Sebek, been told to "court properly" by Prince Malleus... He had to do it. He was a knight. What scared him so much about this?

Silver let out a soft breathy sigh.

"But?" [Name] asked, repeating what he had half-said.

He had to do this. He wanted to do this. Silver was determined.

"I have been meaning to ask you something, [Name]," he told them.

"What is it...?" [Name] asked, surprised for the second time that day.

Copying what he had read in the books Lilia offered him, he took their hands in his and looked at them with a sparkle in his eyes they had not seen until this very moment. He was serious.

"[Name]," he spoke once more.

They blinked at him. What was he trying to say?

"Yes....?" they replied.

"Would you do me the... honor of..." Silver paused for a second or two before he continued, "Being mine? I am in love with you so ardently I might... You're lovely."

The line was a jumble of the things he had read. Would that suffice? Would it be a proper request to them? He knew it had to be done respectfully or else he would bring shame to his father and master alike. Silver would never want to do that, he was loyal to the fae despite his very humanity.

His eyes gazed into theirs, not wanting to look away and miss their answer. Silver watched as they processed his words, face flushing slightly as soon as they understood what he meant with that flowery question. They struggled for words.

"You. Me..." they paused, "Yes!"

He expected a bit more hesitation but they seemed enthusiastic about it as they jumped into his arms and wrapped theirs around his neck, hugging him tightly. They both ignored the strings of sprayable cheese that was still covering them both and the laundry that would need to be done shortly after.

"I am glad you accept my feelings," he managed to say.

[Name] nodded into his shoulder.

"This is all like a dream.." they said softly to him.

If this was a dream, Silver noted, it was a sweet one.

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Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is annoyed by [Name] for the first while they know each other but it is mostly because their "kind" personality causes them to approach him and they are a HUMAN.

They grow on him only because he just keeps running into them?

Is the universe trying to get them together? (yes)

Through repeated exposure, they begin a kind of friendship

[Name] listens intently when Sebek speaks about Malleus.

This aids in the development of their friendship.

Sebek does not know how to confess.

There is some internal conflict for this guard about his feelings.

[Name] remains blissfully unaware of his struggles.

Sebek means well he was just raised by a very human-phobic grandpa who he idolizes. We're all aware it's a problem.

"Sebek!" [Name] finally said a bit louder than the original attempt at getting his attention, "Are you okay?"

The knight was startled to attention and instantly straightened his posture before taking a fighting stance as though they were in danger. To that, [Name] was not sure what to say.

"Ah, it's you," he said, albeit quieter than usual, "I'm fine."

They narrowed their eyes at him briefly but didn't say anything. [Name] trusted him at their core, so they believed his words.

"If you say so," they shrugged, "So, are we going into town?"

Sebek turned to see [Name] sparkling at him with the sweetest smile on their lips. They were excited about this trip, weren't they? How could he have let himself get distracted from a task that Lilia gave him? Lilia told him to accompany this human, his friend, into town as a guard. Something about magic-less people not being safe alone.

He was in no position to question Lilia.

"We are!" he said, volume returning with force, "OFF WE GO!"

[Name] just giggled as they followed after him, blissfully unaware of the reason for his awkward posture and strange fluctuation in volume (even more than usual). They simply assumed it was Sebek being himself. He always was a bit strange and they adored him for it, seeing the passion in his eyes even when he was being a bit... much.

As kind and caring as they were, there was a certain naivety about [Name]. Falling in love was foreign to them. Perhaps that was why they did not notice the tell-tale signs that Lilia would have pointed out to them if he didn't like seeing Sebek squirm so much.

Sebek was in love with [Name].

But how did he tell someone that he cared for them? That he appreciated their mothering side and the fact that they listened to him. He thought about them! He wanted to please them! And... He dreamed of what their life could be like after they graduated. That one was embarrassing.

He glanced over toward them for a moment.

There they were, blissfully unaware of the anxiety within him at the thought that his feelings could change the friendship they had.

"This will be a fun day," Sebek told [Name], "You have my word."

"As a knight?"

"Yes... As a knight."

"Yay!!"

Their smile was all that mattered to him. He could wait just a bit longer to tell them the truth. All in good time... He could do it.

Lilia might have other plans though...

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[mlthree]

poc!tf141!reader x simon riley

author’s note: a lovely reader linked me the series that this fic was inspired by after i couldn't find it!! it's "if i can't, no one can" (specifically the "say the word" chapter) by the amazingly talented @hahaifolded; it's also a poc!reader fic and it's about about all the boys falling for the newest recruit and the chaos that ensues, i loved it and can't wait for the next installation. you guys should go check it out!! cw: descriptions of fighting, punching, blood, etc

you'd always loved training the recruits. for the most part, they were excited to be here. there were always a few you had to put in their place, but even that was enjoyable.

until one day, one of them decided to go too far.

you, kyle, and johnny had been tasked with showing the new recruits around, orientation and all that. simon had tagged along after you and soap had begged him to, and he’d finally caved when kyle had mentioned he might get the chance to scare the shit out of some recruits.

so halfway through orientation all of you ended up in the gym, and you had been having the time of your life — there had been more than average both women and recruits of color in this batch, and you had been busy talking to one of the girls when some privileged son of a bitch decided to poke his nose where it didn’t belong.

“c’mon sweetheart, save some conversation for the rest of us too, no?” you stop talking about to turn your head and take a mental inventory of the recruit who thinks he can talk like that. simon is the only one to notice and he does so immediately, but doesn't step in.

“what makes you think i’d want to talk to a recruit with an attitude like yours?” the chatter around you dies down as some people glance toward the two of you now, sensing that something’s about to go down. “do you really want to fuck with me, recruit? you’re not even a few days old. fresh meat.”

“always so fiesty.” your blood boils at the sentence. everyone’s watching now. the gym is silent. why isn’t this kid shutting up?

“always so cocky,” you counter, trying to keep a level head. you weren't one of his fellow recruits, you were a sergeant.

“me? oh come on, we all know why you’re here.” there is no way this fucker has the audacity to say what you know he’s about to say. “you check off all the boxes for being the diversity pick. everyone can see it.” there are a few mutters of agreement from around the room, as well as some scattered gasps.

“recruit, what business do you think you have talkin’ to ‘er like that?” soap butts in, standing in front of you to put some distance between you and the kid. you stand still for a second to think, knowing all eyes were on you. 

“what’s your name, recruit?” you ask, sidestepping johnny.

“cole.”

“say it correctly, recruit!” soap barks at him.

“cole reed, ma’am,” he says rather unenthusiastically. you look him up and down. anyone who knows you could tell you had a plan brewing. 

he was built. 

but you could take him. no sweat.

“reed. gloves on. me and you, in the ring, now.” the room erupts with chatter, and before you can turn to get your training gloves, soap stops you.

“whaddya you think you’re doing, bonnie?” he asks quietly, not trying to give the recruits the impression that he’s doubting you — he’s not. he’s just worried. “you really think this is a good idea? we could jus’ send him to price, get him outta here and transferred to some shitty, low level base—”

“i think this is a great idea,” is all you reply before heading over to your duffel on the side of the gym and picking out your maroon training gloves. your heart is hammering. you know you can take this kid out, easy, it’s just that—

you feel ghost creep up behind you, but you choose to ignore him. he walks over to your side, watching your slightly shaking hands put on your gloves. you silently curse yourself. simon is observant. he’ll notice.

“if you want, i can snap that guy’s neck real quick.” you don’t reply, trying to steady your breathing. he scans you for a second, then opts to help you put your gloves on, watching you closely. some whoops erupt from the other side of the gym by the ring, and you turn your head to see the recruit, cole or whatever his face was, with his stupid fucking friends, motioning you over. “wouldn’t be too much of an inconvenience. probably be the highlight of my week.”

you crack a smile, but shake your head. “i got this.” you just can’t steady your fucking breathing. 

“i know ya’ do. jus’ a bit worried.” kyle’s made his way over to you and simon, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“you got this. we’ll be on standby if things go awry.” both you and simon turn to look at him, who realizes what he wanted to say came out wrong. “i’m just sayin’ if you need help—“ simon’s glare makes him switch his words once again “i mean, we have your back. that’s all,” he finishes, rubbing the nape of his neck.

“thanks, gaz.” you turn around once more to see soap now screaming at the recruits about something, probably about how you were gonna fuck their favorite boy up or something. that’s enough to put a smile on your face, enough to give you that little bit of confidence you needed to stroll over to the ring. 

johnny puts both of his hands on your shoulders. “listen, bonnie. that dude tries anything crazy, i’ll fuck him up. and have him on toilet scrubbing for half a year.” you can’t help but giggle at johnny’s loyalty — it really was his most endearing quality. you take a deep breath.

“thanks, soap. but i got this. don’t you worry your pretty little head.” you mess up his mohawk, your reassurance seeming to ease his anxiety a bit. dipping under the ropes, you try to stay unaware of all the eyes that were on you two, sizing up your opponent. he’s got this shitfaced grin on his face that you can’t wait to wipe off.

he goes for your head for his first punch. typical, you think to yourself, blocking it, but you’re so in your head that you fail to block the second one that goes straight for your stomach. shit. get it together.

“how long did you say you’ve been here? and somehow you already let a recruit fake you out,” he tries to egg you into going at him, but not yet. not yet.

“is all you do talk?” you have a lot more success into baiting him into a move, and he goes for both of your sides, repeatedly, not stopping even as you backpedal and only stepping back once you counterpunch. jesus christ. this kid was murderous.

“is all you do fuck your supervisors? can’t think of another way you got here.” you can hear johnny’s bewildered what did he say? and can almost hear what simon is thinking in his head, the ways he could kill him, probably.

“you mad you can’t?” you ask in the most genuine voice possible. he mimics you like a child, swinging a hook your head but stepping backward at the last second, effectively dodging your block and catching your face instead.

“do you even know how to fight?”

“no,” you pout, running your tongue along the inside of your mouth, tasting the blood.

“clearly.” he gets bold and manages a kidney punch which, even though you try, you can’t block because it caught you so badly off guard.

another punch to the head that you block, but then a punch to the side of your head and then the other side of your head and another—

“what in the bloody fuck is she doing?” kyle mutters to simon, watching the beatdown. simon doesn't give a response. he knew you had it under control, but each time cole successfully got a punch in, he winced. he’s not happy with you for your strategy — you could’ve easily slipped around him and knocked him out, your ability to be quick and agile being something that you topped the rest of the team in. but simon knew that simply wouldn’t do for you.

soap figures it out before gaz does. “oh my god. she’s gonna fuckin’ kill him, isn’t she?” simon didn’t say a word. he just watched, eyes fixed on you. 

it was all part of your plan. you would take a few punches in exchange for learning his fighting style, and then he’d say bye bye to his dignity and the respect of his classmates for probably the entire time he decided to stay at this base. which, if simon had taught you hand-to-hand well enough, wouldn’t be long.

cole throws a punch to your midriff that gets you doubled over, torso still weak from the blow to your back and head pounding from the countless you couldn’t block. simon has to restrain both himself and throw a hand over gaz’s chest to keep him from stepping in.

you have this under control, simon thinks. you have to.

and as if on cue, you sidestep cole’s next punch, much to the awe of the crowd. you dodge the next one. and then block and pow — a sucker punch that sends him staggering back into the ropes. that one definitely broke his nose. nice. the recruits gasp, but your team has a different reaction — simon smirks under his mask, gaz’s jaw drops, and soap looks like he could start cheering right this instant.

cole jeers, coming back at you. you easily step to the side and stick out a leg out to trip him, letting him fall nearly flat on his face. a smile crosses your face as you tut at him, the metallic taste inside your mouth becoming ever so prominent. there are a few scattered laughs throughout the crowd. 

he hastily gets up and starts bouncing in true sparring fashion — that’s not gonna save him now — cautiously coming near once again. you’re banking on him trying your head, and you’re right. you duck down, hitting him with one to the stomach, then the chest, then the neck as the crowd gasps. he doubles over, hands at his neck, coughing up a bit of blood on the floor at which he incredulously looks at. you watch him closely, ushering him to take another shot at you. 

“do you even know how to fight?” you repeat his words from earlier, and you see a flicker of fear on his face. got him.

“i’m textin’ price.” johnny waits for simon to stop him but simon doesn’t, attention unwavering from the match taking place.

you checkhook him, hard, as he goes at you again, and you can imagine just how psycho you look with your grin. “no words, recruit? you tired? you done?”

he runs at you again — did this kid never learn from his mistakes? — and tries a jab which you dodge with ease, hitting the side of his head with a crossjab. he grabs his head — he clearly underestimated how hard girls hit. 

you know you need to end this before you kill him, since the kid himself didn’t know when to stop. you give him a second last punch to the ribs, and the moment his arms fly down there, you finish the entire fiasco with a punch to the back of his head as your final move. he lands on the ground and you finally let your shoulders slump, noticing how heavy your breathing is. the crowd of recruits is silent until a few of them start whooping, then comes the cheering, then comes the clapping. your ears are ringing and the commotion catches you off guard, completely having forgotten the nearly 100 people watching. your eyes land on your team: simon’s arms crossed and eyes looking up at you, almost as if he was proud, kyle’s admiring nod, and soap’s grin that he was desperately trying to hide. you turn back to the bloodied recruit in front of you.

“who do you think's the diversity pick now?” you spit out, wiping the blood from your mouth. crouching down, you make eye contact with him. “huh, white boy? got anything to say?” he was conscious, but you get nothing. getting back up, realizing just how dizzy you are, taking a step back while the floodlights blur. the sight of him curled up on the floor gives you mental satisfaction, but your body is on fire. you hadn’t realized the force behind his punches because of all the adrenaline, and the pain was starting to hit you. 

johnny and gaz quickly scramble around the ropes lead you out of the ring, and you’re leaning more of your weight on them than you’d like to. they can tell. 

almost at the locker rooms, you take a look back and see simon crouched down by cole, seemingly saying something to him before getting up. price was standing right behind him. fuck, price was here too now.

once kyle and soap get you into the locker room you immediately rush to the sink, coughing up the blood that had pooled in your mouth while gripping onto the porcelain, knuckles white. you look up at your own reflection and borderline flinch, your physical state accurately reflecting the amount of pain you felt. a black eye, bloody nose, and already developing bruises littering your torso. to top it all off, blood, everywhere.

jesus fucking christ. that kid do crossfit or something?

the door opens and johnny immediately stands in front of you defensively, but it’s just simon and price who turn the corner. you can feel the anger radiating off of simon, eyes grazing over every inch of you as he takes inventory of your state. your captain does the same, but moreso in disbelief.

“fawn, are you okay?” kyle calls you by the callsign the team had adoringly given you, making your eyes start to well up with tears.

“i’m fine,” your voice cracks, and all kyle does is walk over to you and give you a gentle hug as tears start to roll down your face. he knows what you’re feeling right now all too well. “it's okay. i'm okay,” you choke out, feeling weaker than ever now that price, your captain, was seeing you in this state.

“no, you’re not. that was fourteen punches you took.” thanks a lot for counting, si.

“with full force,” gaz adds, and you really want to shoot him a glare.

“and training gloves. those things do a number on ya’.” you do shoot soap a glare, instantly shutting him up.

“what were you thinking?” there’s a hint of pleading in simon’s voice, and you wonder if the others caught it too. 

you don’t have the heart to meet eyes with si, knowing one look would send you straight bawling. all you wanted to do was curl up into him and have him trace meaningless symbols on your skin, dating or not be damned. you were tired of being so masculine, of pretending like you were some eternally infallible soldier that could take everything thrown at her without so much as a peep. nobody could blame you for needing his arms wrapped around you, tight, not even yourself.

and that was saying something.

“y/n, what happened?” price asks cautiously, walking over and helping johnny sit you down on the bench. you don’t even know what to say, shaking your head.

“this stupid bampot,” you giggle at soap’s scottishness coming out in full force, immediately regretting it and wincing, “started spewing all this shit about her, being racist and sexist and whatnot, and then she said they should fight. and smarty here made him think he had the upper hand so she could figure out his next moves. oh, and then she beat his ass.” i mean, he explained that pretty concisely. price rakes a hand through his hair, trying to figure out how to handle this.

“are you mad at me?” you ask genuinely, unsure if you’d crossed the line. again, you were a sergeant. that kid was a recruit. his brows furrow.

“sweetheart—” he crouches down next to you, putting a consoling hand on your thigh. “not even a little bit. mad at him? not even, i’m furious. that bloke got what was coming to him and i couldn’t have thought of a better person to dish it out.” his words do wonders to ease your tension. “i’m going to go take care of this. you boys got her?” the rest of the team nods. “good men. i’ll check on you in a bit.” he stands up and leaves, but not before bending down to press a kiss to the top of your head, a tender gesture that makes you start crying again.

“thanks, cap,” is all you can manage, voice still shaky.

the boys proceed to gently dab the blood off of you with wet towels while you try to put your mind over matter, but the pain is too much. johnny and kyle just keep apologizing over and over, and simon even mirrors your winces when someplace he touches stings. eventually they get most of it and all that’s left is the dull pain of open skin and your bruises that were getting worse by the minute.

luckily,  your team’s barracks aren't a far walk from the gym. you refuse to hold onto anyone for support, fearing anyone who saw would realize how badly you got banged up and word would spread. so simon’s hands hover at the ready to catch you as you’re walking while he shoots death glares at a few base personnel who do a double take when they see your state. 

kyle punches in the code to your room—nothing abnormal, all of you knew each other’s codes (price being the exception, but simon had somehow gotten his hands on the captain’s code too, a story for another time)—and the boys help you inside, sitting you down on your bed.

“you need anything, bonnie?”

“no, thank you, soap. you guys have done more than enough.”

“don't start that. do you want us here with you?” gaz asks, and you shake your head. the boys nod, starting towards the door, but you grab simon’s hand before he can make it too far. he understands, crouching down in front of you, keeping your hand in his. kyle and johnny exit, and you two sit in a comfortable silence for a while.

“think we should take you up to the medic,” simon breaks the silence, inspecting your wounds. you didn’t mean to get this banged up, but hey, you were way better off than that cole kid was.

“i don’t need to go to the goddamn medic, simon. story’s already gonna spread like wildfire on base.” the corners of your mouth quirk up a bit thinking about it, and simon shakes his head.

“you don’t have to prove yourself to everyone, ya’ know.”

“that’s not what i did. i fucked him up.” your clarification elicits a low chuckle from simon’s chest, and you smile proudly in response.

“jus’ sayin’. don’t want it to catch up to you one day.” you tilt your head, and he makes it a point to not look up at you, instead, running his fingers over the bruises on your midriff, still crouched down in front of you.

“and that means?” simon sighs, knowing you weren’t going to let this go without an answer.

“you can’t always win.”

“you do,” you point out. you can see him open his mouth and then close it from under the balaclava, trying to figure out what to say. “this was important, simon. this was a battle i had to pick.”

“i know, i know,” he backtracks. “‘s just...” you lower your head, trying to catch his eyes.

“c’mon, si,” you speak softly. “you know you can say anything.” a beat of silence.

“i worry about you.” because you’re a woman of color in the army is what he doesn’t say — you being on the team had showed him the brutal reality of what you’ve had to go through your entire life, and all it managed to do was make him more angry on your behalf. it just didn't make sense to him. you were more capable than most of the fuckers here, so why did you have to be treated so differently?

“sounds like you’re my boyfriend,” you tease him, and he looks up at you with those stupid puppy dog eyes of his that could get you to do whatever he wanted. “...i can handle myself, si,” you reassure him quietly, trying not to make any sudden moves, almost as though you were trying not to scare a cat. 

“i know you can. just don’t want you to have to, ya’ know?” you bite the inside of your cheek, making the decision to gently cup the side of his face. he almost immediately leans into your touch, just ever so slightly. you want to kiss him. you really do. you don’t know what’s stopping you two from going at it on your bed right here right now, to be completely honest.

“what are we doing, si?” you whisper, trying not to let him hear the tremble in your voice. you blame the hits to your head for what you were asking him, but you couldn’t do it anymore. it wasn’t normal. the lingering touches, the heavy stares, the way he talked about you, talked to you, like you were his girlfriend. it was all too much. you needed an answer. you either needed him to push you away and break your heart or you needed his lips on yours, now. “what is this?”

he doesn’t reply, and all you want to do is start screaming at him.

“what are we doing, simon?” you repeat yourself, heart probably beating faster than it was in that ring. you begin to wonder if the stress would reopen your wounds. “please. i can’t keep doing this anymore.” he doesn’t say anything but he moves his hands from you, and you swear that’s the end of it—

until he flips up his balaclava, shifting to his knees and gently grabbing your chin to press a kiss against your lips. you freeze for a few seconds, unable to understand what just happened which he mistakenly takes as a sign to pull away. you quickly remedy your mistake by grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and actually kissing him this time, feeling everything — from the contour of his lips that you’ve never seen to the softness of his hair when you wrap your arm around his neck to pull him in closer to the small whimper he lets out when you rub your thumb against his chest — stop, stop, you’re getting lightheaded. you pull away, blinking from the sudden dizziness, body still considerably weak from everything that just went down a mere 20 minutes ago.

“woah, okay, slow down,” you can hear the amusement in his voice as gets up and sits down next to you, lying you both down on your bed so it’s a more even eye level.

“we’ve been going slow for months,” you reply annoyedly, and you can see him smile, for the first time ever, you see him actually smile, because his mask is flipped up. you slowly move your hand to rest on the side of his face, thumb caressing his cheek.

“like what ya’ see?” he asks with a grin that you can see. you still can't get over the fact that you can see simon riley's smile.

“no. hate it,” you murmur, eyes still transfixed on his lips.

“mhm.”

“shh,” you use as an excuse to put your finger to his lips. “i'm busy staring at the most gorgeous man i've seen. you're ruining it.” he smiles. you wanted your kids to have that smile.

“whatever you say.”

“that’s new.”

“it’s out of pity. that kid kinda really fucked you up, ya’ know.” you give his chest a light punch, and for the first time ever, you hear simon riley’s laugh without the muffle of his mask. “want me to take it off?” he asks.

“are you trying to finish me off after what's happened already?” you ask, only half serious. “i want you to take it off when you want to take it off.”

you don't know it, but he'll reference that last sentence in your vows.

“but... i have a question.” he nods for you to continue. “were you really counting how many times i got hit?”

“yeah, i was. fucker got lucky,” he sighs.

“why?”

“fifteen was when i was gonna get in there and snap his neck.”

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[starredblood]

NOWHERE GIRL

PART ELEVEN

kang sae-byeok x fem!reader

synopsis: after countless attempts of trying to reach out to you, you finally decide it’s time to meet up with your parents which leads to a bitter resolution. and not wanting to be alone with this grief, you decide to join cheol and sae-byeok to forget.

wc. 3.3k

warnings: hints eluding to homophobia, heavy angst in the first part, insecurities

(nowhere girl masterlist)

The first day of May was a bleak and cloudy, which subconsciously lowered your mood.

But the real reason you were in such low spirits today was because your mom had finally convinced you to meet her today at noon. Being a lawyer, she was always awfully good at persuasion and gave you the chance to talk to her and agreed that if things didn’t go well, you can stop by the house to officially collect your things and never look back.

It took you days to finally text her back since March, but you decided upon it since you desperately wanted your things back. And you know that nothing will change between you and your parents, they will still disapprove of you and you will still despise them for it. You just have to mentally prepare yourself to face them again.

As you got ready, your thoughts bring you back to that night when you sat them down in the living room, with your stuttering speech about finding out who you really are and hoping they’ll still love and accept you. When they didn’t, you stormed off to your room bawling your eyes out while they were pounding on your door furiously. Next thing you knew, you had a duffle bag and they just let you leave.

The music on your earbuds were on full blast to stop yourself from having any more pensive thoughts as you made your way to the cafe. But the worries of possibly crying or feeling more hurt than before were penetrating through the noise. You wanted to feel strong but you were so scared to see them again. It wasn’t until you opened the doors to the cafe when you come to the conclusion that your wounds are still fresh. So so fresh.

You glance around to look for your parents and your heart drops when you see your mom at the corner of the building. Her hair is tied up, adjusting her reading glasses as she types furiously on her laptop. You start to feeling disheartened, not even trying to reconcile with her daughter can stop your mom from working.

You take a deep breath and you tell yourself it’ll all be over soon.

Your mom peers up from her glasses and moves her laptop aside so she could see you fully as you sat across the table.

“Mom.” you greet her coolly before swallowing thickly. “Why couldn’t dad be here?”

“He has work, you know that.” she says, passing down a cup of hot coffee to you.

“He doesn’t have the decent to see his own daughter.” you laugh dryly. You were disappointed but definitely not surprised by your workaholic family.

“You don’t think he tried? He did his very best to get here but as always work is his first priority.” she says like it’s the simplest thing. “So, tell me where did you run off to?”

You snort at her sheer bluntness before taking long sips from the mildly warm coffee. The agitation of actually sitting in front of her is eating you alive. And you can sense that your mom might be onto your nervousness.

“I rent an apartment.” you answer simply.

“Where?”

“Twenty minutes away from the school.”

She gently removes her reading glasses and chortles. When she does this move, you know she’s in disbelief. “There’s no way you can afford an apartment near that area with that tiny salary from your internship.”

“It’s studio.” you frown. “Besides, why do you care? You kicked me out.”

“You’ve always been such a soft girl and you still are. Please quit acting like you’re made of armor and tell me what’s going on?” your mother says, her tone always calm and collected. It infuriates you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” you reply flatly.

“You know me and your dad care for you—notice how we never cut your phone plan? That is because we knew you’d come back to us.”

“I didn’t come back for the reason you’re thinking of. You gave me a sweet deal I couldn’t pass.” you caught your legs start to shake aggressively. So, you quickly stop yourself and hope she didn’t notice. “Could you just take me home so I can get my stuff?”

“Oh my god,” she sighs. “don’t tell me you’re still going through this ridiculous phase?”

“For a highly educated woman you can be so dense when it comes to your own daughter. Shit.”

“Language.” she raises her tone, sparking the attention of customers sitting beside you two.

“Mom, seriously what do you want from me?”

“To come to your senses!” she responds with ease. “This act you’re putting on is distracting you from your education it’s worrying me. I can’t believe you let it get this far—look at you sweetie. Is this even you?”

“I don’t…” you trail off.

“I know how much love your long skirts and your ridiculous shirts, and—and I was never mad when you wore your bright colorful make up because I knew you’d eventually grow out of it. But I don’t know why it’s taking you so long…But you have to realize that now it’s time for you to grow out of this—“ she gestures at your Yoshitomo Nara printed shirt. “and start dressing your age because it’s time for you to start finding a partner. A male partner.”

You incline back in your seat and whine. “Mom—“

“I’m serious. Remember Moon Kyun-min’s daughter? Well, she’s around your age and she got just engaged she was just like you with your ridiculous outfits and crazy make up but she moved past those silly things and was able to find herself a husband. I want that for you! Everyone wants a comfortable and secure life and you can achieve that!”

“Mom, why would I choose to deliberately ruin my relationship with my parents and lose everything I had for a stupid phase? I lost you, dad, my old friends, and I am barely making it through college. This is who I am and I don’t think I’m changing anytime soon!” you say, even as your eyes began to gloss over. “But I’m far more happier than I was when I was living at home. And—And after thinking it over I realized my entire life I was just putting on an act…to you and everyone else and I can’t fucking do it anymore. I’m so tired of trying to make you happy because you’re one of the reasons why I was so miserable that I had to come out to you even if—if it cost me everything.”

“You’ve changed. What’s going on?” you mother whispers, tears also forming in her own eyes. This is a sight as rare as seeing a double rainbow in the sky.

“Do you still love me? Even after I said all this?” you ask bluntly. The cafe grew quieter and you could sense onlookers peeping into your conversation but you couldn’t care less. You’re just focused on your teary eyed mother. “Do you accept me for who I am?”

“I—I…”

It never came across your mind that your parents love for you would dwindle like this. It’s such a cruel slow death of emotions. And it leaves you scared for the worst, the truth.

There was so much more you wanted to say, to scream at her for but your mouth runs dry and you just feel utter hopelessness. There’s no point in saying anything else when you know they’ll never welcome the real you.

“Of course, I love you, honey,” she finally says, so quietly you thought you had made it up for a second. “but you’ve changed for the worst and it’s scaring me. It’s scaring us. You ran away to god knows where and you come back completely disrespecting your mother and you think I’ll be happy about this? You were such a sweet girl…”

You wipe the snort dribbling down your nose with the end of your sleeve, coming to a point where nothing around you matters. Only your mom’s words.

“I still am a sweet person.” you whisper. “I just don’t let people walk all over me anymore mom. Didn’t you tell me that? To not let anyone walk all over me and to speak up for myself and for others? And now you have the audacity to be upset with me when I am just doing what you told me.”

With your other sleeve you aggressively wipe off the tear streaks going down your chin and take another long sip of coffee. Earlier you told yourself not to cry, or to take her words by heart, or make a scene, but you failed at all of these things.

“This isn’t going to work out obviously.” you say after a couple of minutes of silence where you two just digested each other’s words. “I think it’s better if I move on and just get my things…”

“Honey—“

“And—And I just want to say one more thing before you no longer hear from me.” you say, your voice faltering and the tears coming back twice as hard. It was painful to look at your mom right now, but a part of you wants to have one last look at her before you start forgetting her face overtime.

“N—No, there’s no way you’re going to cut ties with us because of this.” your mom says strictly even when her face was wet with tears. “We need to continue to talk it out and your dad needs to be here—“

“Mom, I’m a lesbian.” you outright say and she freezes. “I’m a lesbian, okay? This isn’t something you can talk me out of doing.”

“No, I refuse to believe my daughter turned out like this.”

“Why you want me to live a miserable life mom? So you could be happy? That’s not what a mother should do…If you can’t be happy for me finally becoming myself then you will just have to move on from me.”

More and more tension came between you. Both of your expression mirror each others, puffy red eyes, trembling bodies, and broken hearts.

“I’m…I’m sorry I wasn’t the ideal daughter you or dad wanted me to be. But you have no idea how long I had to hide this part of myself before it started eating me alive. I tried to fight it I really—really did. So, I’m sorry and I hope one day you’ll learn that who I am isn’t unnatural…And I hope you will have some closure in knowing that I am going to be the best version of myself moving forward.”

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“Someone’s having a bad day.” Yong-sun cackles while peering out front window of the bakery.

Sae-byeok, who tossed her jacket over her shoulders ready to leave, scowls thinking he was aiming that comment at her.

“Yeah, because you were the first face I had to look at this morning.” she remarks quickly after he spoke.

“I’m not talking about you, idiot.” he grimaces. “I’m talking about that hot new neighbor that came in last month.”

Sae-byeok clenches her jaw. For the sake of keeping her job, she refuses to lay her hands on him. If she had a penny for every time Yong-sun made degrading comments to any woman he came across, she would be vacationing in Jeju island right now.

“You think if I pop by and swoon my way inside her apartment I could cheer her up?” he whistles, obviously checking someone out.

She doesn’t respond to him and merely keeps a mental note to tell Miss Ahn that her grandson is harassing her favorite tenant. However, on her way out of the bakery, she flicks the back of his head with as much force as she could muster. Yong-sun winces and she could hear his berating comments when she walked to the entrance leading to up your studio.

Sae-byeok struggles to open the door because it was caught on something. When she used more force she stepped on five miscellaneous objects that you kept dropping on your way up to the apartment. Raising a suspicious brow, she peers up and sees you struggling to pull up a laundry cart that’s filled to the brim with all sorts of knickknacks. You were struggling so much trying lift the cart up the stairs, you didn’t notice Sae-byeok down below observing you.

If it were anyone else, she would’ve stuffed the jewelry and CD cases sprawled on the floor in her jacket, but she bends down and pickes everything you dropped in your trail and marches up the stairs.

“Oh hey—sorry about this.” you say breathlessly when you finally noticed Sae-byeok.

For some reason, you looked agitated? Sae-byeok can’t pinpoint it but you didn’t look like your usual self. Your face was flushed, your completely hair disheveled, and your eyes were puffy and red. She wonders if you’ve been crying because that’s what it looks like you have been doing.

Your trembling hand struggles to type the right numbers in the pin-pad and you let out a huge sigh of relief when you manage to open the door after two failed attempts. You drag the cart inside and gesture Sae-byeok to enter.

“Thanks for the help.” you say, your hands resting on your hips while you concentrate on catching your breath. “You—You can toss them on the cart.”

“You look like shit.” Sae-byeok says. But her tone doesn’t have a tone of aggression, it exudes concern.

“Yeah.” you say, not faltered by the comment and shoot her a weary grin. “It’s been a weird day.”

Sae-byeok nods. “Where did you get these things?”

“My room.” you answer dully.

She has a lot of questions regarding your response but Sae-byeok remains tight lipped. There is this feeling she has in her gut that eventually, you will tell her the bigger picture. But she obviously has her guesses and she might be right about them.

You come back from the kitchen with a glass of water for you and Sae-byeok. While she slowly chugs it, she keeps observing your odd behavior. Your body language gave her the impression that you were anxiously waiting for a ticking time bomb to hit zero. Although she doesn’t directly want to push you to confess what’s wrong, she also thinks it will be a bad idea leaving you alone when you appear to be stressed.

“Cheol made two new friends.” Sae-byeok speaks up, her eyes get lost on the cup of water she’s swirling around.

“Aw, that’s good.” you say, smiling with less effort this time. “I’m glad to hear he’s coming out of his shell.”

“You sort of have a role in that actually.” she confesses.

“I do?” you blink in surprise.

“When you gave him your old oil pastels he started opening up more. He really likes to color with his friends.”

Your heart swells and your smile now truly becomes sincere.

“I’m taking him later today to an ice cream shop for a play date with his friends if you want to join us. I don’t want to seem like the friendless sibling.”

“Um,” you pause, adverting your gaze to your laundry cart. It’s not like your belongings are going anywhere, they’re all yours now. “sure.”

“Okay. I’ll text you the details.”

“Hold on wait!” you quickly said when Sae-byeok whirls around to leave the apartment. She freezes mid step and faces you again, eyebrows knit. “Can I join you but like right now? I don’t want to be—I don’t feel like being cooped up in my apartment right now.”

“Okay.” she responds blankly. “But it might rain.” she eyes your anti-waterproof attire.

“Oh. Right let me get my raincoat.”

When you go to your small drawer, you rummage through your clothes. Suddenly, your mom’s voice pops into your head at the moment she told you about your immature fashion choices.

That’s when you stare down at your shirt, fiddling with the bottom hem. You poke your head out of the second floor to ask the taller girl, “Do you think I…never mind. I’ll just go like this.”

You didn’t want to waste her time with your ridiculous questions so you just thrown on your coat and the two of you head back out.

By the time you stopped by their apartment and waited for Cheol to find the orange pastel crayon he lost, the rain has started to come down in the form of drizzles. What was originally the plan to walk to the ice cream shop now was booking it to the train station instead.

However, the rain was pleasant as it was sparkling down gently.

When Cheol spotted his friends, his face lit up brighter than you have ever seen before.

“I’ll pay by the way. For all of us.” you say the moment you all entered the shop.

“No, you won’t.” Sae-byeok says, throwing you a glare. “Don’t.”

“It’s what friends do.” you say, matter-of-factly. “Next time you can happily pay.”

As Cheol requested, you and Sae-byeok sat at the opposite end of the ice cream shop while he sat with friends on the other side.

You chuckle in amusement seeing Sae-byeok constantly throw her head back to check up on her brother. It was endearing seeing their unconditional love, but you keep that thought safe guarded as you eat from your shared ice cream sundae.

“Ji-yeong said she might not be able to come.” Sae-byeok sighs after picking up her phone to read Jiyeong’s text message.

“Is she still stuck at work?”

“No, she doesn’t work today but she had to do something important today that she can’t miss.”

“Ah.” you hum.

You and Sae-byeok silently eat the shared ice cream. Her eyes flicker back and forth to see your heavy lidded eyes gradually start to get cloudy. You were so lost in your thoughts, Sae-byeok had to find a way to get you to snap out of it.

“Earlier,” says Sae-byeok, trying to spark a conversation. “you were about to ask me something. It looks like you’re still bothered by it.”

“Oh, yeah.” you frown, poking the ice cream with your spoon. Your mom pops in your head again. “I just wanted your opinion on something.”

“Well, what is it?”

You drop the spoon and lean back in your chair. Deja vu from the events that took place this morning hits you like a wave. Time is a funny and bizarre thing. It felt like you broke things off with your parents years ago when it only happened today.

“Should I start dressing more maturely?”

You squirm in your seat, feeling self conscious when Sae-byeok shifts her gaze to look you up and down.

“You dress for your age.” she says. “And you’re an artist. You off all people should dress for self expression.”

“I feel like if I keep this up though I won’t be taken as seriously.” you bluntly admit, blush forming at the middle of your cheeks.

“You’re just overthinking it.” she says.

Sae-byeok stares directly at you to signal her firm belief. You could only look into her dark gaze for two seconds before shoving a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth.

“Where did this even come from?“

“Well,” you start off, feeling nervous again. “my parents never liked what I wore. Especially my mom—she said I need to dress more maturely or I won’t be able to get married. And I don’t know, I’ve just been thinking about it a lot more recently.”

Sae-byeok looks through her eyelashes and watches your behavior shift for the worst. You place your elbow on the table to rest your chin on top of your palm. Your relaxed shoulders were now slumped and you continue to stare at the ice creaming clearly pondering about everything but the desert in the middle of the table.

“I always thought you dressed cool.” Sae-byeok confesses quietly.

Your eyebrows, slowly but surely, raise up in surprise. “Really?”

Sae-byeok quietly nods and lowers her head to hide the pink hues forming on her cheeks. All while you try to fight off the butterflies in your stomach.

“You know,” you say, hesitantly. “you can always borrow my clothes.”

Sae-byeok’s face contorts in bewilderment. “Borrow your clothes?” she repeats like it’s the most redundant thing.

You shrug. “Yeah, me and my friends borrowed each other’s clothes all the time. And since you’re my friend now, you’re more than welcome to do that.”

“That sounds gross.”

“Obviously return it back clean.” you roll your eyes. “I’m serious though. I brought back a lot of my clothes I’m sure you might find something you like.”

Sae-byeok scoffs. “I doubt it. We don’t particularly have the same taste when it comes to wardrobe.”

“Would it kill you to experiment a little though? I feel like I always see you with your green jacket or an oversized shirt. You’re young, you should experiment around.”

“I can’t afford to experiment around and fashion isn’t really my thing.” she frowns.

You throw her a look. “Fine. But if you ever change your mind to you can come to me. And if you don’t like the clothes I have I’ll gladly take you to the best thrift stores I know.”

Sae-byeok’s face softens up. She glances out the window like she was really putting thought into your words before flickering her gaze back to see if Cheol is doing alright. Of course he is. He is having the time of his life eating ice cream with his newfound friends.

“It looks like the rain is getting worse.” you mumble seeing the mist of rain start to turn into heavy droplets. “We should probably head out soon.”

“Maybe if you stop playing with the food we could.”

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teach please me — tutor!reader x soccer player!rafe

reader's life is meticulously planned, from high school to becoming president of the country—she knows exactly where she's headed and every step to get there. but her airtight plan hits a snag when the principal ropes her into tutoring rafe cameron, the school’s star soccer player, who’s failing algebra and at risk of being benched next season. the team needs him on the field, and reader needs the principal’s glowing recommendation to secure her spot at her dream school. balancing her ambitious goals with rafe’s chaotic charm might just throw her perfectly crafted plan off track.

word count — 2.7 chapter index — prev. chap. — next chap.  masterlist

a.n — double update WOOOOOOO okay now this is a double update because this chapter is essentially filler…. um i write too much ab them being all lovey dovey and nasty freaky but i wanna get the plot MOVINGGGG which means dealing with the adriana stuff so im gonna roll out the chapters a tad bit faster because i realise i wrote too much filler whoops.

sixteen

tuesday, february 18th

“can’t say i didn’t see that coming. she’s always been a bit clumsy,” you said with a smirk, passing the towel over a wet plate your dad handed you. you sat cross-legged on the counter, a small smile tugging at your lips as he chuckled, scrubbing a mug.

“remember when she tore her hamstring doing yoga?” your dad snorted at the memory, and you hummed, grinning.

“how did she even call mom so casually after that? i feel like that would hurt too much to move.”

your dad shook his head, a knowing look on his face. “i stopped trying to figure your mom’s side of the family out a long time ago.” his words made you laugh, the sound light and genuine, just as the doorbell rang.

before you could hop off the counter, your sister bolted from the living room, practically sprinting to the door. you opened your mouth to tell her off, but your dad waved a hand, stopping you. “it’s alright. it’s probably rafe.” he handed you another wet mug with an amused shake of his head.

sure enough, twenty seconds later, rafe strolled into the kitchen with your sister clinging to his back like a monkey. her face was lit with pure joy, her giggles echoing in the space.

“uh, rafe?” you said, raising an eyebrow as you dried the mug. “you’ve got something stuck on your back.”

he turned his head, feigning surprise as if he’d just noticed her. “oh, this?” he asked with a playful grin. “we’re a package deal now.”

“yup!” your sister chimed, tightening her grip. “i’m never getting off his back!”

you smirked, setting the mug down and clapping your hands together with mock enthusiasm. “well, i hope you’re ready for two hours of mind-numbing algebra!”

her eyes went wide, and with an exaggerated “nope!” she launched herself off rafe’s back, darting back to the living room without a second thought.

“brutal,” rafe muttered, shaking his head with mock defeat. “never been dumped so fast.”

you laughed as he made his way around the kitchen island, stopping beside your dad. “good to see you, sir,” he said warmly, flashing the same charming smile he reserved for winning over teachers and parents.

your dad chuckled, shaking his head as he rinsed another plate. “you know, it’s gotta be a record—almost two months of my wife and i trying to get you to call us by our names.”

rafe raised his brows, hands up in mock surrender, his grin widening. “i swear, i want to, but every time i even think about it, i can feel my mom right behind me, ready to smack me upside the head. it’s ingrained at this point. conditioning.”

“don’t worry,” your dad replied with a good-natured laugh. “we’ll get you there eventually.”

rafe just smiled, but his focus shifted almost instinctively to you, like there was an invisible string pulling him closer. his movements were unhurried, yet deliberate, as he closed the space between you, his expression soft but intense. the way he looked at you made your breath hitch, your grip on the plate faltering for a moment.

“hey,” he murmured, voice low but warm, his eyes holding yours as he placed his hands on the counter, boxing you in.

“hey,” you whispered back, your smile tugging wider when his gaze flickered to your lips.

it hadn’t even been an hour since you’d last seen him, just a few hours since your last kiss, yet his presence still made your stomach flutter like it was the first time. you felt yourself leaning in, drawn to him, your faces inches apart.

just as your lips were about to meet, your dad cleared his throat, the sound cutting through the moment like a bucket of cold water. “don’t push your luck, kid,” he said, gesturing for rafe to sit at the kitchen table.

your cheeks burned with embarrassment, but rafe only grinned, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before obeying your dad’s request.

you busied yourself with the dishes, trying to ignore the warmth in your face as the two of them fell into easy conversation. the next fifteen minutes were filled with laughter and stories, your dad regaling rafe with funny anecdotes about your mom’s family while you finished drying the last of the plates.

when you were finally done, you had to tug at rafe’s arm to pull him away. “alright, enough bonding,” you teased, trying not to laugh at the way they were both reluctant to end their chat. “come on, you’re mine now.”

rafe let himself be dragged out of the kitchen, his hand slipping into yours as you led him away, his warm laugh trailing behind you.

“i got you something,” rafe says casually, sprawled out on your bed, his head resting lazily on your pillow. his voice is unassuming, but there’s a flicker of anticipation in his eyes.

“what, a perfect score on your algebra test?” you tease, flashing him a playful smile.

he chuckles softly, shaking his head as he reaches for his backpack. “better,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing.

your curiosity spikes when he pulls out a small paper box, holding it out in front of him like it’s some kind of treasure. you lean closer, squinting at it until he turns it toward you, the logo on the front sparking immediate recognition.

“oh my god! a lemon cake from leonie’s bakery!” your eyes widen, and you practically snatch the box from his hands, grinning like a kid on christmas morning. “i haven’t had this in months. how did you even know i like these?” you pause, narrowing your eyes at him. “don’t tell me you talked to hazel.”

it’s hard to imagine hazel, exchanging more than a few words with rafe, let alone enough to spill this little piece of information.

he shakes his head, his smirk faint but proud. “you said it,” he replies simply.

you frown, confused. “i told you about this lemon cake?” you wrack your brain for any memory of mentioning it to him but come up blank.

“not me,” he corrects. “you told devon. you said you were craving it.”

you stare at him, the pieces slowly clicking into place. it was such a throwaway comment, a random conversation you barely remembered having until now. “rafe, that was two weeks ago,” you laugh, almost in disbelief.

he shrugs like it’s no big deal. “yeah. i was wondering why you didn’t just go get some if you wanted it so bad. then i looked it up and saw the closest leonie’s is, like, forty-five minutes from the dock on the mainland.”

you gasp softly, the realization dawning on you. “don’t tell me you drove all the way there!”

he shakes his head, grinning at your dramatic reaction. “nah. i would’ve, though. i mentioned going to the mainland to buy it for you to my mom, and she offered to grab it for me since she passes by there for work.”

you stare at him, your expression softening into this mix of a pout and a smile. “you didn’t have to go through all that trouble. or get your mom involved,” you murmur, the warmth in your chest spreading.

before you can say anything else, he reaches for you, gently tugging you down onto the bed beside him. “it wasn’t any trouble,” he says, his voice dropping to that low, comforting tone that always gets to you. “she was already there. and even if she wasn’t, i would’ve gone.”

your heart feels like it’s trying to climb its way out of your chest. leaning down, you brush your lips against his, barely a whisper of a kiss. “thank you,” you whisper softly.

you feel him smile against your lips before his hands come up to cup your face. “stop thanking me,” he murmurs, his thumb gently brushing your cheek. “it’s just a pastry.”

you smile back at him, shaking your head slightly. “it’s not just a pastry. it’s that you remembered. and that you listened—even when i wasn’t talking to you.”

he smirks faintly, teasing, “guess i know how to get back in your good graces if i ever mess up in the future.”

you kiss him again, this time lingering just a little longer. “it’s not the pastry,” you say quietly, your words brushing his lips. “it’s you.”

you’re trying not to fall. not to let the warmth in your chest take over, not to let the way he looks at you consume you completely.

don’t fall in love. don’t fall in love. don’t fall in love.

“i always listen to you,” he whispers, his voice gentle as his nose nuzzles yours.

your heart doesn’t stand a chance.

too late. too late. too late.

you lean up to press a soft kiss to his forehead, your lips lingering for just a moment. “open your algebra book to page 131, please.” you murmur, your voice gentle but teasing. his groan in response makes you smile, his reluctance written all over his face as he drags his hand to the textbook and flips through it with a sigh.

sliding off the bed, you grab your laptop from the nightstand and settle beside him, close enough that your knee brushes against his. while rafe finally finds the right page, you open your laptop, quickly scanning the reading you need to finish for tomorrow. but for now, you set it aside, giving him your full attention.

“okay,” you begin, leaning slightly toward him as you start explaining the chapter.

the tutoring session starts with good intentions. it always does.

but two minutes in, you glance over and catch him staring at you, his book forgotten in his lap, his gaze fixed on your face with a softness that makes your breath hitch. four minutes in, his fingers are tangled in your hair, the algebra completely abandoned as he leans closer, his touch distracting in the best and worst ways.

six minutes in, you’re repeating yourself, trying to get him to focus, but it’s hopeless. his attention isn’t on anything you’re saying—it’s on you. eight minutes in, he’s holding your hand, lifting it to his lips, his kisses slow and deliberate on each knuckle.

ten minutes in, algebra is a distant memory, and you’re straddling his lap, lips crashing into his in a kiss so intense, it steals the breath from your lungs.

you’re convinced there must be a scientific explanation for the way rafe can unravel you so easily. how his touch, his lips, his very presence can reduce you to a pliant, needy mess in seconds. your mind is foggy, your body weak, and melting into his without hesitation.

his hands are firm on your back, sliding down slowly as he pulls you closer, closer, until there’s no space left between your bodies. your fingers grip his shoulders as if to steady yourself, though the heat coursing through you is anything but steady.

you don’t even remember when your lips parted for him, but now you’re entirely lost in the way his tongue moves against yours, intentionally and consuming. you tug at his shirt, trying to ground yourself, but instead, the fabric only seems to fuel your need to feel more of him.

unable to resist, you nip at his bottom lip, tugging gently with your teeth. the low sound that escapes him sends a shiver down your spine, and his hands slide lower, settling firmly on your hips.

it feels practiced, the way his fingers tighten, gripping you just enough to keep you exactly where he wants you. and then he’s tugging you forward, a deliberate move that leaves no question about what’s happening between the two of you.

the thin material of your shorts does nothing to mask the sensation of the head of his cock pushing right along your clothed slit.

the move makes you gasp in pleasure, "g-god..!" you're immediately seeking more and need him to do it again. he catches on pretty quickly and without any complaint, he's got his hands on your hips and is helping you move back and forth on his lap, "mm.." you're weakly whining against his lips as you lazily rut against him, desperately chasing release.

you drive your hips against his tip, slowly grinding against it and you could cry at the fact that it couldn't go in because of your clothes. you had a half a mind to just fuck him right here but that seemed to be a line neither of you wanted to cross with your family in the house.

"i need it.." you're whining against his lips, hips bucking fiercely on his lap and he exhales sharply, hands on your hips. "you know we can't do that here.." he's struggling, squeezing your hips like he's scared to let them wander.

your stomach twists and you groan quietly without slowing your hips. the pleasure felt too good, too intense to stop. before you can actually burst into tears, rafe is shifting. "here, try this.." he moves from sitting on your bed to lying with his head on a pillow before tugging his sweats down and leaving his briefs on. his cock is straining in his briefs and without hesitation, you're reaching for it.

rafe grabs your wrist, "no." he grabs your hips and puts you right on his clothed cock and without warning, he ruts you forward on his lap.

your hips stutter at the intense pleasure and you're immediataly throwing your head back and fisting your bed sheets. "ohhh..that feels good..!" you whimper as you grind your hips onto his lap, hips moving back and forth over and over until every thing fades into the background, until all you know and all you can think of us to rut on rafe's lap and chase your release. "that's it, baby, take what you need." rafe rasps as his hands guide you and help you stay somewhat upright.

"uh uh uh uh.." your sweet, dumb moans are filling the room as you fuck yourself silly on rafe's lap and push against his cock just to feel his tip almost pushing past your slit but not quite due to your shorts blocking the passage.

rafe stuffs your mouth with his fingers as he mutters something about needing to be more quiet or whatever. you're not sure, you're too drunk on his cock, too busy rutting to listen. you only notice a couple of seconds later that rafe has unbuttoned your pyjama shirt and you're sitting there, tits bouncing with every small movement you make.

you know you're close when your eyes fill with tears and rafe starts helping you move again because you're getting all sloppy and unorganised. your vision always gets spotty during this part. it's always the vision first, then the fuzzy feeling and then you're gripping something—in this case, rafe's wrist that is right by your tit that he's fondling in his big hands.

"rafe.. rafe..!" you whine around his fingers, eyes rolling back as you sloppily rut in his lap and just a second later, your toes are curling, vision spotty and you're cumming on his lap.

you’re utterly drained, every ounce of energy spent, and your body seems to have a mind of its own as you collapse forward without a second thought. rafe, sharper and more grounded than you in the moment, shifts quickly to catch you before you crash into him. his strong arms wrap around you instinctively, steadying you as your head finds its way to his shoulder, settling there like it was always meant to.

his hand moves gently to your back, a steady presence that matches the low murmur of his voice. "you okay?" he asks, his breath brushing the shell of your ear, the warmth of it sending a delicate shiver down your spine.

you don’t bother lifting your head, instead offering a soft hum, your eyes fluttering closed as you sink into him. okay doesn’t even begin to describe it. every part of you feels light, weightless, like the world beyond this moment has dissolved entirely.

the steady beat of his heart beneath your hand anchors you, and for a fleeting second, you wonder if he knows just how safe you feel here—in his arms, pressed against him, utterly and completely at peace.

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[chelseamustdiee]

"I'm sorry, sweetie, please don't go. "

pairing : bsf! kang dae-ho (player 388) x reader

warning : death, survivors guilt, ed implied, suicidal ideation, secret feelings

a/n : this is my first time writing something like this ;,( so sorry if it is not good! It is mainly inspired by sae-byeok and ji-yeong and parallels them :)

word count : 1.3k

summary : you team up with dae-ho for the marble game knowing he is the only person in the game that you can trust

I sat on the ground caressing it for some sort of warmth I knew I was never going to get. I stared at the floor when I saw my shadow get swallowed whole by a person twice the size. I looked up to see Dae-ho was smiling at me. with no hesitation he reaches his hand out to help me off the ground.

"y/n this really isn't the best place to trust laying on the floor all day you know?" A smile slowly crept on his face trying to get me to lighten up, but all I can think is how can he manage to smirk, so confidentiality in a place like this. How could his beautiful smile end up somewhere like here? And why did I have to meet him in this condition? He stared at me for a second, realizing I wasn't going to smile. He also quickly took into account that he was still holding my hand and that I didn't let go which made him retreat his hand back to his own fondling it nervously looking everywhere but me I felt the warmth of his only for a second and I couldn't let go.

"don't worry Dae-ho you'll get me to smile someday", I said, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. Making him focus his eyes back on me. After that, we were called to get in line to be handed our lunch. But I didn't get line in that day or hardly ever since I got there. I didn't want to eat and I sure as hell didn't want to be there. God anywhere but there with kang dae-ho. I wanted to starve and I couldn't take that pit in my stomach being filled. As Dae-ho got in line he noticed I didn't budge he kept looking at me hoping I'd look back hoping I'd see him motioning for me get in line with him but he just looked like a fool. Like he did that day motioning for his dad not to send him to the marine corps I went back to my bed to sit down Dae-ho's words playing in my ear back to back like a broken record "this really isn't the best place-" Dae-ho waves his hand in front of my face seeing that I was in a state of derealization. I snap out of it and see his hand going back and forth after the third time he had waved it infront of my face

"What are you doing?" I asked confused

"You were completely out of it. You didn't look here? I think not getting enough nutrients is catching up to you" he shoots me a wink I can't help but face palm

"how could I like this guy?" I say to myself but before I could think about it too much Dae-ho interrupts my thoughts

"I know you dont want to eat but you need something even if it's just my milk take it please" I want to refuse so badly but something in me just won't let it

I can't say no to the only person I trust and if I trust him he must know whats best for me right? I reach out my hand for his milk and he eagerly gives it to me smiling from ear to ear I start to drink little by little like a kitten drinking from its mother but it ended as I was a kitten taking its mother for every drop of milk she had left. I was greedy. I felt ashamed. I needed more. before I could ask for Dae-ho's food the next game was announced

"for this game you must pick a partner" Me and dae-ho immediately lock eyes since we were already beside each other We had yet to realize this was the biggest mistake we had made After we got to pick our partners we were lead to a room with a bunch of houses that looked like our childhood homes But something was missing That joy was taken away and replaced with grief we were lead to section of the room we hear an announcement over us stating the rules

"whoever manages to take all 10 marbles from their partner wins." realization set in that we had to play against each other.

"Fuck" we both share a thought of concern We both looked at each other with nothing but love for one another And in that moment all our fears were gone it's like time had stopped and we were safe. Dae-ho knew what he had to do. We got our marbles out and started to play the game I miss on purpose the first couple times which makes Dae-ho upset he catches up quickly to what I'm doing

"Stop fucking around this is your life on the line" he says harshly In response I look at him as if he was a stranger. Like we weren't partners or even friends.

"This your life too dumbass" I say making sure he knows I can talk to him just as harsh even though I wish I didn't. I never wanted to talk to him that way and I'm sure he didn't want to either. He looked at me the same as if he didn't recognize me either Two turns had passed and I'm winning so far which Dae-ho is oddly happy about. which strikes concern in me I look at him for a bit then words manage to escape my lips

"what are you planning to do when you get out of here?" he stiffens up. He knew he wasn't making it out.

"I want to reunite with my sisters I'd like for them to meet you too" how could he say that knowing he wasn't going to make it out. Not knowing if he even fully wanted to make it out. A smile forms my lips and quickly fades. He returns the question I reluctantly answer

"I want to travel maybe even with you by my side and with all of your sisters I will meet." He managed to force a smile. Through that smile showed he was uncertain of the consequences of his foreseeable actions for the rest of the game I had blink and it felt as if an hour has passed all I needed was to take Dae-hos last marble and all this would be over right?

Dae-ho couldn't bring himself to look at me he didn't want me to play for his last marble He gave it up that marble was a symbol of friendship, hope, trust and loyalty things I didn't know before I came to the games I refused to take it but he grabbed my hand firmly but gentle as he opened my hand I couldn't bare the thought of what was going to happen next

"Y/n.. please know I'm doing this for you. I can't see you die in front of me. I won't let it happen." Tears form his face I reach to catch the tears before they can fall wiping them from his face he whispers softly in my ear

"I have to go now y/n... can you tell my sisters I'm sorry" I grab dae-ho not wanting to let him go even if my life depended on it At this moment it had already felt like my life had been taken. There was no point. He gave me a hug goodbye. He forced himself to let go not wanting to look back at me He stood in front of the pink guard waiting for this all to be over. The guard fired two shots at Dae-ho in each of his shoulders. I ran to him, caressing his body as he bled out beneath me in my arms. no matter how hard I tried get he wounds to stop bleeing they kept going worse and worse as the seconds went by. There was nothing I could do to save Dae-ho, the boy who paired up with me every game, the one who introduced me to our other team members. The boy who gave me his food, so I wouldn't completely starve. That boy had been ripped away. I held his body so close it felt as if we were one. I heard him whisper one last time. He said trembling

"I... love... you y/n.." I tried to keep my composure but all I could say was

"don't leave me here… please god." The warmth in his body had turned to ice. The only warmth I had known gone and it was my fault. Dae-ho was right. Not getting enough nutrients did catch up to me all of my strength had been taken I was paralyzed so many emotions had over came me.

an announcement was shared with the remaining players

"PLAYER 388 ELIMINATED..."

[koiiiji]

windbreaker & lookism + types of yandere

author’s note ; i mentioned characters that only came to my mind, so obviously not full list🙏minors, ageless/empty blogs DNI OR I WILL BLOCK YOU!!!

tw ; contains dark topics, unhealthy behavior, and mature content, please don’t interact if you are not comfortable with such things!! REMEMBER!! WE HIGHLY CONDEMN AND DON’T SUPPORT SUCH BEHAVIOR IRL.

unaware. he truly, from the bottom of his heart believes that you need his protection, this world is too cruel for sweet thing like you. and only way he can save you is to separate you from everything and everyone. don’t you understand how toxic and harsh your friends and classmates or coworkers are? but don’t worry, he will be your hero, your sweetest boy, he will save you, love you, give all of himself to you, his heart is in your hands, it belongs to you and beat for you!! and you… well, locked with him forever. and don’t worry, he will laugh it off or turn a deaf ear to your cries and pleas to let you go. if he never hear this nonsense, you never said it. everything is simple.

Dom Kang, June Lee, Jo Mahyeon, Zack Lee, Vasco, Jay Hong, Kim Gimyong

pervert. he feels that need to be physical with you. i mean, yeah he have twisted feelings for you, but his first need is to be sexual with you. more like sexualization of love and feelings in general, he is the type to infantilize you, or forcing you to act how he likes. in any case if you don’t act how he wants you to, or play along with his behavior (but when you do he truly believes its sincere intention) he will use punishment — physical of course.

Harry Sheffer, Cheon Taejin, Samuel Seo

silient stalker. he maybe your classmate, or guy you usually see on your way to work or university. he even maybe someone you never noticed in your life, just some stranger, a person in convenience store, random guy in metro, barista in local cafe… you will never know, his natural appearance is almost unnoticeable, he mixing with crowd of big city and follow or looking after you from shadows.

Kwon Hyuk, Jay Jo, Kazuma Takeda, Daniel Park, Jace Park, Seongji Yuk, Eugene, DG(?)

unaware, but more aggressive. that one who genuinely doesn’t understand his sickness. why don’t you love him back? he have everything you could ever need or want(in fact it’s all whet he always wanted, which only include material goods). and he turns aggressive, really aggressive when you dare to reject him. he is possessive over things he likes or desire, so if you don’t want to return his feelings, well, he will make you do it. unlike the first type, these aren’t mind to be mad at you, to scream, scare you with rising his hands — but never actually beating — do everything to break you and your mind. of course at first they will be more manipulative, and use psychological tricks, of course it really depends on character. but result is the same — if you don’t submit, they will use more harsh methods everytime, until you end up locked to radiator or somewhere in apartments.

Goo Kim, Ma Taesoo, Kwak Jichang, Ji Gongseop, Chris d'Char, Owen Knight, Sangho Choi

that twisted crazy love where he wants you as close as possible so he believes that most closest condition — is you in him. literally.

Gitae Kim. (im sorry, i had this idea from pic where he chewing that big piece of meat🫡🫡)

BONUS ;

platonic / parental

Kim Miru — she is controlling and very clingy. she lost two close friends — teacher and sworn sister to be more particular. so you really believe that she will let this happen again? and it will start imperceptibly. first, you will accidentally bump into each other in corridor and start to chatter about random thing, during a break at school. then you will become good friends. this friendship will quickly grow into being stick to each other anywhere. she will infiltrate all aspects of your life, slowly shutting you out from the people she considers unnecessary in your life — she will never shut out people who makes you happy and smile, but that’s until she won’t feel jealous. i honestly feel that she can be both aggressive and all-forgiving and kind to her friend, so passive aggressive is the answer i guess.

Yamazaki Shintaro — extremely controlling parent! and it was long before haruto die. but after his death everything just doubled. mix it with the fact that Shintaro strictly follows the rules and family hierarchy, which means he is not only controlling but also seeking submission and respect from you, as his child. if you think that you can throw a tantrum, fight him back or try to escape, think twice before doing such nonsense, because consequences will be immediate. shintaro doesn’t shy away with physical punishment even in public, he he is older, wiser and he is your father, you must follow his commands. if you don’t, then seems like you forget family rules and spanking won’t take long to be.

Kim Gapryong — honestly i don’t think he would care much about another boy, but lord help if you are his daughter… means OVER protection. Gapryong not so hardcore as Shintaro, but there will be rules for you (but honestly Gapryong have a really soft spot for his little princess, so most likely he will ignore your shenanigans) since he loves Gimyong he probably will bring you to his family too, so add here Gimyong as your overprotective brother. even the fact that you are from other woman Gimyong still fine with you, he understand that the only problem is his father. plus he is #1 girls supporter!! let’s imagine that Gapryong never died, so he would be extremely overprotective father —“what do you mean you never saw again that guy (who used to be a little too annoying and clingy to you at school) again? no boys are talking to you? daughter, i dont know a thing!!” your old man will laugh it off, with deliberately loud chuckle. to summarize it all up it’s his fatherly unwillingness to admit that you can grow up, and he will always think of you as little kid, but you know, not in a healthy way.

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[chuusheartattck]

HAUNTED

Chapter 8: Suspicions

All twelve of you guys have always visted Ei and Yae’s little cafe. It even had a bookstore attached which was of course ran by Yae.

Despite Scaramouche’s protests, it became a little hang out spot for you guys. At first, Ei seemed a bit scary but that’s just how she is. She can be cold towards Scara but their relationship has gotten better since you guys started hanging out. It was heart warming to see.

Your group were occupying two different booths. Across from you sat Lumine, Cyno and Yanfei. You were sat on the edge of the opposite side. Next to you sat Heizou and Hu Tao.

The other booth sat the rest of your friends, all lost in their own conversations.

When Heizou came back from his little mission, he came back with a drink. He wasn’t planning on getting anything but he didn’t want to look awkward in front of the girl and her boyfriend.

“What did you get?” You eyed his drink.

Heizou shrugged and slid it over to you, “Some new matcha thing. You can have it.”

You took a sip and it was surprisingly good. The bakery always has high quality matcha.

“Soo..” You began, “Do you think they know anything?” You pointed your head in Ei and Yae’s direction. They were busy helping a customer.

Yanfei gave you a stern look, “Give it a rest. We’re here to forget about school.”

She was right, this was supposed to be a nice hang out to forget about the troubles of school. All the weird shit that has been happening.

So why do you feel the sudden urge to ask Ei and Yae if they know anything about it? They graduated so they must know something.

“No, no Y/n is right,” Heizou chimed in. “They probably know something. What if they’re like some badass detective couple?”

“Is that one of your fantasies?�� Hu Tao giggled.

Heizou gave her a disgusted look, “You don’t know anything about my fantasies.”

“Nobody wants to know,” Lumine deadpanned. “Anyways, Y/n just ask them. What’s the worst that could happen?”

You took this as a sign to call them over to your table.

“You two graduated from Teyvat University right? What do you guys know about its..reputation?” You were hoping your question wasn’t too weird.

It was only for a split second. One tiny moment that wasn’t caught by any of you. It was caught by Heizou instead.

A small glance between the both of them. Almost a “why are they asking us this?” look. A concerned look.

Yae was the one who responded, “My college days were fun! The parties were more lively than nowadays. There were strange occurrences but it has gotten more publicity in the recent years.” She smiled warmly at you.

“Did you party with any ghosts?” Cyno asked in a light tone.

Yae chuckled, “Not that I know of. You know who was a party animal?” She turned to Ei, “This one! Did you know that-”

Before she could finish her sentence, Ei nudged her arm and shot her a nasty glare. This earned a small laugh between all six of you.

“Ahem,” Ei cleared her throat, “You shouldn’t worry about those rumors for now. You should enjoy the college life while you can. Poking your noses where it doesn’t belong will only give you trouble.”

“I know. I know. I do have one more question though. Did you guys know someone named Rhinedottir. Her son Albedo goes to the school now.” You were hoping for some sort of answer that could lead you further along in your investigation.

Again, Heizou noticed the small look between Ei and Yae. He didn’t want to bring it to your attention and instead kept quiet. Perhaps they’re hiding something.

“No,” Ei said bluntly, “I don’t recall knowing someone of that name.”

You sigh in defeat. This investigation was going to be difficult. It may take all four years of university to come up with something.

Heizou on the other hand was lost in his thoughts. The strange looks at one another could’ve meant nothing. Maybe they were annoyed at you for asking questions. However, he couldn’t shake off this feeling that it meant something. He doesn’t want to cause you anymore stress. For now, he’ll keep it to himself.

A loud gasp could be heard from the other table. You turned your head to see Xiangling looking at her phone in a panic.

“Are you okay?” Yanfei called out from your table.

“No!” Xiangling groaned. “I just realized I have an assignment due in an hour. I totally forgot!” She quickly got up from the table, gathering her personal belongings.

“Well there’s my cue. I got a ride with Xiao, Xiangling and Hu Tao,” Heizou motioned for you to let him and Hu Tao out.

Cyno stretched out his arms and yawned, “I should probably get going to. I have an early class tomorrow and it’s getting late.” He looked towards the window and the sun was already setting. He turned to Lumine and Aether, “You guys cool with that?”

They nodded since the three of them all carpooled together.

“Should we go as well?” Kazuha asked as he got up from his table. He drove you, Scaramouche, Yanfei and Navia to the bakery.

You all nodded and got up from your respective tables. Your entire group thanked the two ladies and started to make your way out of the bakery.

The sunset casted a beautiful pink and orange tone in the sky. It was the kind of sunset that had everyone looking at it in awe. You just knew people were going to post it on their Instagram stories.

You noticed Xiao next to you. He took out his phone to take a picture of the sunset. The golden rays gave him a sun kissed glow onto his skin. It highlighted his features quite nicely.

When he was done, he turned his attention towards you. His beauty made you a bit flustered.

“Is there something on my face?” He asked.

“No. I just didn’t take you as someone who takes pictures of sunsets,” You replied.

Xiao looked down on his phone, “I don’t. I’m usually more into sunrises but the sky looked pretty so why not.”

You raise an eyebrow, “You stay up for sunrises?”

“When I can’t sleep then I usually do,” Xiao responded. “You should try it sometime.”

“I think I’d fall asleep before I’m able to.”

“I’ll just wake you up then.”

You two stood next to his car. He took out his keys to unlock his car to let Xiangling, Hu Tao and Heizou inside.

“See you later,” He waved goodbye before hopping into the drivers seat.

Lumine quickly ran to your side and nudged your arm. Totally being obvious about it.

“There goes your man,” She whispered.

You hit her arm back to shush her, “He’s not my man!” You whispered yelled.

“Not yet,” Lumine gave you a mischievous smirk before heading into Aether’s car.

You rolled your eyes playfully and walked to Kazuha’s car.

You got into the backseat next to Yanfei and Navia while Scaramouche sat in the passenger seat. The three cars started to pull out of the parking lot and onto the road.

The road that led to the place where you were dreading the most.

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A/N: SHES BACKKKKKK i’m hoping you guys didn’t forget about me :( sorry for being mia i lowkey lost the motivation to continue but i got some of it back! please lmk if you guys like this story so i can stay motivated. also please give me any theories you have about this story!! i enjoy reading them/giving hints about whats yet to come! i’ve also been watching the og teen titans so maybe i’ll start writing for them too 🤫 lmk if you guys are interested in that as well!

Synopsis: Friends start their first year at Teyvat University. The school that is known for its paranormal activity. The group doesn’t truly believe the rumors until they start to experience how frightening the school can be. What happens when the friend group investigates the truth of the hauntings?

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[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY LUCANIS DELLAMORTE - PARTY BANTER *  assorted banter from dragon age: the veilguard

we have company.

death is too good for you.

time to die.

it's over. we should move.

no worries, i have you.

that will make a mess.

you never fail to impress me, [name].

whatever it was meant for, it's a pit of misery now.

we made a deal.

i am an assassin. a paid killer.

i noticed you weren't at the supper table last night. are you not feeling well?

i heard we're on a rotation for cooking.

that's exactly what i was wondering. how do you get your jobs?

how do you get paid?

don't apologize. if anyone knows that people die, it's an assassin.

what about your family, [name]?

you left the book you were reading in the kitchen. i found it in a basket of onions.

it was a bit like being stabbed in the gut.

you can hire professionals for anything.

we're seeing how things go. you know. testing the waters.

you should know, all the people who ever tried to kill me are dead.

i'll take my chances.

we're honest about our work.

most of you don't last very long.

it must haunt you.

there was a contract.

it's my job.

you kill for a living, too. how do you sleep at night?

good, bad, everyone dies eventually. we just speed things up.

do you think you'll survive this one?

i wouldn't mind you sticking around.

solve one problem, another takes it place.

i missed my target.

if you're going to kill, do it in style.

that doesn't bother you?

sorry, cannot help you.

you're not very good at subtlety.

do i belong?

have you thought about what i asked yet?

what's the point of bringing back corpses?

there is a difference.

it's a waste of hard work.

i hope i didn't offend you yesterday.

i've never killed an innocent.

death comes to everyone in time. i get paid to deliver it. like a letter not everyone wants to read.

i am so sorry.

i'll make a run to the markets.

how do you feel about cheese?

i mostly just wanted to know how to make churros.

please stop staring.

how did it go?

you're not that different.

you actually like being around each other.

that's why we don't work there anymore.

what's your assessment of the targets?

what's it like when you use your magic?

you cannot help but flinch whenever i use my skills.

what was your dream about?

i'm not dwelling, i'm analyzing.

if you're looking for apples, i put them in the kitchen.

i definitely do not like the sound of that.

looking for a little light reading?

you're keeping an eye on me.

if you do want coffee, let me know.

when we met, you didn't trust me.

i suppose the world hasn't ended yet.

i wouldn't put it past me.

you don't sleep much, do you?

this explains so much about you.

we kill people. you already know how to do that.

that's too casual.

it isn't usually this hard to explain.

[junkiex0]

Tenis Hat

Who would’ve guessed that newly divorced Art Donaldson would show up at your annual alumni tennis event.

cw: age gap, other suggestive content

a/n: i recently finished rewatching challengers so yk i had to write about this man lol (this has been sitting in my drafts for over a month)

You were late—of course, you were late. On such an important day too. Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you gripped the steering wheel, pulling into Stanford’s parking lot faster than you should have.

Just great. You cursed yourself internally, scanning for the closest available spot to the tennis courts. The thought of your coach’s scolding made your stomach churn. He wasn’t the type to let tardiness slide—not even for ten minutes.

Finally spotting an open space near the courts, you swerved in, slammed the car into park, and scrambled to gather your things. Your tennis bag slung over your shoulder, you bolted toward the courts. But in your rush, you noticed the zipper of your racket bag was open.

Seriously? Can this day get any worse? you thought, fumbling to fix it mid-stride.

And that’s when it happened.

You collided with something (or someone) hard. The impact sent you stumbling back, your racket and bag crashing to the ground.

“Oh, my goodness, I’m so sorry!” you stammered, barely able to process what had just happened. “I wasn’t looking where I was going—this is completely my fault!” Your words spilled out in a panicked rush as you looked up.

The man you’d just plowed into turned around, and when you met his gaze, time seemed to slow.

“Don’t worry, miss, it’s alright,” he said, his voice smooth and easy, laced with an almost playful charm. He crouched down to pick up your fallen racket, his smile disarming you entirely. “Oh, you play tennis?” he asked, holding up the racket.

That voice. You’d know it anywhere.

Your heart skipped..no, leapt..in your chest as realization dawned. This wasn’t just anyone.

This was Art Donaldson.

The Art Donaldson.

Your throat went dry. After years of idolizing him, watching every interview, every match, and admiring him from afar, here he was—standing right in front of you.

“Oh my goodness…” you breathed, barely able to contain your shock. “Mr. Donaldson.” His name felt foreign on your tongue, almost as if saying it out loud might shatter the illusion.

He laughed sheepishly, brushing a hand through his slightly grown-out hair. “You got me,” he said, his deep brown eyes twinkling with amusement.

“But you could just call me Art.” He says but not a single word was processed.

You couldn’t help but stare. He was even more captivating in person, his presence commanding yet approachable. You noticed he grew his hair longer which gave him a softer, youthful look, but the way he carried himself exuded a mature confidence that only added to his appeal.

And was it just your imagination, or did his eyes linger on you a little too long?

“You’re Y/N, right?” he asked, his tone casual but curious. “I’ve heard a lot about you. Seems like you’re making a name for yourself pretty quickly. People are even comparing you to some of the greats.”

Your heart nearly burst at the compliment, though you struggled to maintain your composure. “Y-Yeah,” you said, your voice faltering slightly. “That’s me.”

He handed you your racket and bag, along with the white tennis hat that had fallen in the chaos. His fingers brushed against yours briefly, sending a jolt of electricity up your arm.

“Are you here for the alumni game?” you asked, desperate to keep the conversation going.

“I am,” he confirmed, flashing another one of those signature smiles. “Had some free time and thought I’d come check out the talent. See if we’ve got any new prodigies around here.”

His words struck a chord. The need to impress him burned in your chest like a flame. You wanted..no, needed..him to see you as more than just another up-and-coming player.

“You’ll find what you’re looking for,” you said confidently, surprising even yourself with the boldness of your tone.

“Oh yeah?” His smile widened, the hint of a challenge in his voice making your heart race.

“Definitely,” you replied, meeting his gaze head-on.

For a moment, it felt like the world had shrunk to just the two of you. But the moment was broken when a passerby recognized him, their excited shout cutting through the air.

“Art Donaldson!”

He turned to greet them with a sheepish smile, posing for pictures and exchanging pleasantries. You couldn’t help but giggle softly as you watched him navigate the encounter with practiced ease, his natural charisma on full display.

When the fans finally left, he let out a heavy sigh and turned back to you. “I’m just too recognizable,” he murmured, half-defeated but still smiling.

You laughed and, without thinking, reached for the white tennis hat in your hand. Standing on your tiptoes, you gently placed it on his head, the brim shading his face.

“There,” you said, grinning. “Now you’re incognito. But you have to give it back before the event ends.”

He chuckled, adjusting the hat slightly. “Deal.”

Then you glanced at your Apple Watch—and your stomach dropped.

“Oh, shit!” you blurted, panic setting in once again. “I’m so late!” You bent to grab your things, your movements frantic.

Art watched, clearly amused, as you started to jog away.

“I’ll see you later, Mr. Donaldson!” you called over your shoulder, waving as you headed toward the courts.

He stood there for a moment as he waved back, his gaze fixed on you. The way your tennis skirt fluttered in the breeze revealed just enough of the shorts underneath to leave little to the imagination.

“Absolutely stunning,” he muttered under his breath, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

The event was drawing to a close. The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm amber glow over the tennis courts. You’d spent the evening doing what you loved most—playing tennis, laughing over good food, and mingling with your team and the lively crowd of people who shared a passion for the sport. It was the kind of night that felt timeless, a perfect mix of competition and companionship

You barely had a moment to catch your breath, let alone a chance to talk to Art. There was always someone pulling you away—an old player asking you questionn, a teammate begging you to join a doubles match, or a volunteer needing help passing out drinks. You thrived in the chaos, glowing as you moved through the crowd, your energy magnetic.

And Art noticed.

From his spot leaning against the bleachers, white hat still placed on his head cigarette in hand, his sharp eyes followed you like a silent shadow. He’d always been good at observing people, but with you, it was different. The way you laughed, the way you threw yourself into everything with such intensity—it pulled him in like gravity.

“She doesn’t stop moving”, he thought, lips curling into a half-smile. He admired how everyone seemed to gravitate toward you. It wasn’t just your skill on the court, though that certainly turned heads. It was the way you made people feel seen, your warmth, that infectious smile. You had an aura about you that made Art feel alive just watching you. And it helped that you were absolutely beautiful too.

But beneath his quiet admiration, there was a flicker of guilt. And disappointment.

“What am I doing?” he wondered, taking a slow drag from his cigarette. You were so much younger, vibrant in a way he hadn’t felt in years. There was no way someone like you would be interested in him—a man whose prime was long behind him, no matter how much others said he “aged well.” He couldn’t shake the thought.

I’m out of her league.

But then again…

Art wasn’t blind to the moments that felt like something more. The way your eyes would linger on him across the court before someone whisked you away. The way you’d start to approach him, only to be caught by yet another conversation or task. And now, as the night wound down, he saw you scanning the crowd, weaving through the remaining stragglers with purpose.

She’s looking for me, he realized, his heart doing a quiet, unexpected flip.

You finally spotted him leaning against the bleachers, cigarette balanced between his fingers, and jogged over with that same brilliant smile he loved.

“Art!” you called, breathless but beaming, your voice cutting through the low hum of conversation around you.

Hearing you say his name causes a stir deep in his chest. He wanted to hear it again, softer, closer. He wanted to learn everything about you—the way you thought, what made you laugh, what kept you up at night.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, exhaling a plume of smoke and carefully angling it away from you.

You came to a stop in front of him, your cheeks slightly flushed, whether from the jog or something else, he couldn’t tell. You were close now, close enough for him to notice the faint shimmer of sweat on your temple, the way your eyes seemed to catch the light even in the dimming twilight.

Art reached for the hat atop his head and handed it to you. His blonde hair was a bit messy but something about it made him seem more attractive.

“Here’s your hat back, sweetheart,” he said, his tone easy but laced with something playful.

You took it, your fingers brushing his for a fleeting moment. “Thanks,” you murmured, your gaze dropping to the brim. That’s when you noticed it—numbers scrawled across the edge in bold Sharpie letters, right beneath his name: Art Donaldson.

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. “Hmm… is this your number, Art?” you asked, dragging a finger over the inked digits.

He chuckled, the sound low and warm, as he flicked the cigarette butt against the metal bar of the bleachers and extinguished it.

“Why don’t you call it and find out?” he said, his voice smooth, almost daring, before turning and walking toward the parking lot.

You stood there for a moment, holding the hat and staring after him, your mind racing.

Does he actually want me to call? Or was that just a line?

Your thumb grazed the numbers again as you watched him disappear into the shadows. Art wasn’t like how you expected—he had this quiet confidence, this air of mystery that made you want to dig deeper. You felt a strange flutter in your chest, something you weren’t entirely ready to name.

But one thing was certain: you’d be calling that number.

And Art? He was hoping you would.

a/n: lmk if you guys want a part two 🩶

[villa-dellamorte]

Who Said What in the Cut Romance Post Fade-Prison Dialogues

So I couldn't stop thinking about the cut dialogues from what I assume is a data dive that @merrinla posted. I wanted to take a swing at figuring out who each line belongs to.

First: Why it was cut

My best guess as to why this was cut is maybe there was supposed to be another quest between the fade prison and the final battle against Elgar'nan. Maybe the possible cut rescue quest that people have speculated about? Anyway, I think that having this dialogue, then the quest, then the bow-chika-wow romance scene, then the final quest would have made for good pacing, but who knows 🤷‍♀️

Opening Dialogue

Rook: Solas? (?): We're not sure. Probably searching for some way to defeat Elgar'nan. (?): We don't know. Not really. We were so busy looking for you we… lost track.

I think that these two (?) lines have to be between Emmrich and Lucanis for logistical reasons (i.e., the only three that are definitely going to be in the party/Lighthouse after Tearstone Island are Emmrich, Lucanis and Taash, but these dialogues just... aren't written in Taash's voice lol).

[Paraphrase] option: It's been two weeks. Rook: I was… what? Two weeks? option: A two-week long day. Rook: Apparently my hard day lasted two weeks.

My thoughts about this: the first option is probably the crying/empathetic option or thumbs up/agreeable option, and the second one is obviously the purple option. I wonder if a stoic/stern or otherwise third option would have been added or is buried in the data somewhere?

LI Worries About Rook

(?): Yes, you were gone two weeks. Which means you need rest, food, and water.

My assumption is that this is the dialogue that the player gets if the player hasn't romanced anyone. This has got to be Lucanis. Here's my reasoning: one, again, for logistics, the best choice for this line is between Emmrich, Taash, and Lucanis. This is not written in Taash's voice, and while I could see this as something Emmrich might say, it fits Lucanis so well. He is the mom of the group, and already is coded as Rook's BFF even in a non-romance playthrough, and the quick-to-the-chase attitude works for him, I think.

(Emmrich?): Yes, my love. Which is why you shouldn't rush out just yet.

I agree that this is mostly likely Emmrich's line. It seems like the logistic-safe companion dialogue options are placed first in this list, which makes sense, and Emmrich is notorious for his terms of endearment for Rook.

(?): Enough of this. You need food and rest. We'll talk business later.

I think this is Lucanis. This is Lucanis's way of caring for a romanced Rook-- making sure they are fed and taken care of. Plus, it leads into the follow-up line well (see below).

(Taash?): Yeah. So you need rest. We can talk about the other crap later. Davrin: We'll talk about this later. You need some rest and Assan needs feeding.

Yeah, this is definitely Taash and Davrin.

(?): Everyone please stop. Rook needs rest, and… food, probably…

So, with Davrin we're getting into the list of characters who are not logistically safe. That means this one is likely Bellara: the tone fits a shaken Bellara who has just lost Rook AND Neve, and also fits the clear followup well (see below).

(?): Yeah. A lot happened. But it can wait. Until you've had some rest. (?): Yeah. There's a lot to catch up on. After you rest, anyway.

If my guesses are right so far, that means this is either Neve or Harding. These last two lines could really fit either of them. I think that the slightly more hesitant tone of the latter one makes it fit Harding better.

LI Follow Up

Rook: Thanks, Bellara. Bellara: Of course. I'm here for you. Whenever you're ready.

This one is why the "everyone stop" line seems like Bellara's to me. Rook has got to be overwhelmed and hungry and exhausted after everything, and is thanking Bellara for noticing that.

Rook: Lucanis… Lucanis: Go get some sleep before you collapse. If anybody knows how bad that is, it's me.

This Lucanis follow up is why I think his line is the "enough of this" one. Again, he is putting Rook's wellbeing first-- which, is also SO sweet for "crow-always-puts-the-contract-first" Lucanis. Ugh!

Rook: Taash… Taash: You need rest. I'll make you tea. Do you want ginger or lavender? Rook: Emmrich, I can't… Emmrich: Please. For the sake of one who's missed your company.

These are quite obvious and fit the preceding lines well, and are both equally sweet and caring. I love them!!

Rook: Rest? There's so much… (?): There always is. Don't worry. I won't start without you.

Rook: I can't rest, there's too much— (?): Who knows you best?

I'm tossing these back and forth between Neve and Davrin. I'm assuming the first one is Davrin: because what would anyone else be starting? So I'm thinking it's Davrin talking about feeding Assan? LOL. And the second one feels like Neve, best detective in Minrathous.

Rook: But there's so much to— (?): Please, Rook. For me.

This leaves the last one to be Harding. But it could easily fit any of the companions, really.

Player Dialogue Choice

option: Then let's all take a break. Rook: Everything you've done, you all deserve a rest as much as I do. option: Not too long Rook: The gods can wait a little while longer. Rook: Not for too long. But fine, I'll go rest. And hey, it's nice of you to care.

I would guess the paraphrases here are for the thumbs up/agreeable choice and the second is the stoic/stern one. The "hey, it's nice of you to care" is probably coded to happen no matter which choice, because of the next lines:

Close

These all seem to be written to occur no matter who is romanced, because of Taash's:

(?): You're quite welcome.

Polite, well-mannered speech? Yup, it's Emmrich.

Davrin (?): Assan will be happy to see you.

Definitely Davrin.

(?): It didn't feel right with you gone.

This feels like something Bellara would say, especially with how emotional she already is in this scene.

(?): Yep. What they said.

I'm stuck on this one between Taash and Harding. One on hand, the clippy, aloof attitude seems like Taash. But the little "Yep" could be Harding, too.

(?): It's good to have you back. (?): I'm so glad we got you back. (?): Rest well, Rook.

That leaves these three a toss-up between Neve, Lucanis, and Harding/Taash. If the "yep" is Harding, I think the "it's good to have you back" would fit Taash, and since the theme of Lucanis's lines here seem to be focused on sleeping, the "rest well" may work for him.

(?): I'll see you in a bit.

This is probably a catch-all line for all companions to say depending on who's romanced.

[quitealotofsodapop]

So in DMs for my pilgrim time warp I we discussed courtnapping and I had an idea that in aus where Wukong isn't on good terms with Macaque and not currently pregnant (probably soft (not slow) boiled, drafted fates, etc.) by the end of s3, he and Macaque don't get together easily. In fact their courtship is quite tumultuous.

After the battle with Lady Bone Demon, Wukong is utterly exhausted and hurt and filthy! He wants nothing more than to jsut sleep the next two weeks away and not worry about anything. So he does exactly that! He calls off training to give MK time to recuperate and just let everyone get their lives back in order, and makes plans to just relax and sleep. He'd been holding on through sheer determination and adrenaline to prevent MK from noticing just how badly hurt he still was and how badly his possession by LBD had effected him. So he basically crashed out the moment everyone left his island and he finally got to sit on his couch. Only problem is, when MK comes by after hsi two week break, Wukong isn't there.

Because he's been courtnapped.

When Wukong wakes up, freshly bathed and injuries tended to, it's to fresh, clean silken sheets in a bed he hasn't been slept in for over a thousand years. His bedroom in the now abandoned and forgotten Stone Palace, the original one from the book. After Macaque's first death he couldn't bring himself to live in the same palace and sleep in same marital nest he once shared with his beloved anymore, so he'd had his subjects build him a smaller hut on a cliffside to live in. The house he now lives in.

And while he's groggily trying to figure iut exactly how an why he is there, sthis bedside was Macaque, resting a hand against his cheek as he leaned over him, looking entirely too pleased with himself. Apparently a good chunk of his previous fights with Wukong had been half out of revenge and half courtnapping attempt, he'd finally gotten an opening to catch his snatched bride by simply waiting for Wukong to finally pass out from his ordeal with LBD. This was actually something that had been a thing all the way back to his debut episode, the seal he had placed in MK's jacket hadn't just been to siphon MK's powers. It was a tracker, because when Macaque was first revived the first place he looked had been the Stone Palace he and Wukong had once lived in only to be unable to find him there. The barrier in the waterfall curtain would block his hearing whenever he tried to use his ears to find him. So he was left with the only known connection Wukong had left in the modern day. A fresh, naive young student desperate to prove himself.

At the time he hadn't known WHAT he wanted with Wukong, whether it be to kill him (which he knows is impossible) or to take him back. He gets his answer when he sees Wukong again in person for the first time. Both. He wants both to kick Wukong's ass for killing him and to get his mate and husband back. And he almost did then too, but he'd gotten distracted by MK. And he'd inadvertently activated Wukong's parental instinct by threatening MK.

The fight on the airship was something similar, except MK and Mei had both intervened, and LBD was a threat. Same as the fight in the desert, where Wukong was unresponsive due to deep meditation only to be separated, and Macaque had found MK before he found Wukong. After that point fear fir LBD had overwritten the courtnapping attempts.

But now that the main threat is over and Macaque is finally free, he's able to focus entirely on his scheming and getting his husband back.

With courtnappings, there is traditionally a trial period before it's considered official in any capacity. After all, no matter who you are, being randomly stolen away from your friends and family can be frightening. So a month or two is generally set aside for the potential bride to get to know their new groom, this is also a very chaotic time in the courting because this is the time for the demon who stole their bride to then prove their strength to them by not only protecting them, but to be able to hold on to them and prevent them from being either stolen but rival suitors or being able to escape themselves. So a lot of fighting is expected among demon couples. If the match just simply doesn't work out after the trial period, the bride is free to call it off at any moment and the demon would be duty bound to obey their request, failure to do so is to lose honor and respect from all their kind.

So needless to say Macaque is fully prepared for Wukong to spend the first week fighting with him over every little thing and constantly making escape attempts. After that he begins to begrudgingly settle down because he, unfortunately, is still too weak from the LBD to be able to properly fight back. It's about then Macaque is also able to properly make his intentions known, which passes Wukong off to no end, an expected thing when a powerful demon ends up courtnapped as it can sting their pride to be considered the 'wife' of a suitor. Macaque takes great advantage to Wukong being touch starved and jsut overall weak to affection to spoil and groom him over the next few weeks in an attempt to woo him. Wukong is embarrassed to admit that he only needed approximately a month and a half to accept his former mate back into his life, and begrudgingly accepts his courtship. When they finally return to the hut, it's to a worried MK, an angry Pigsy, and a lot of people thinking Wukong broke his promise again only for Pigsy to notice that A) Wukong looked a lot healthier than he'd ever seen him and B) Macaque was smugly hovering near him and Wukong wasn't pushing him away. He quickly puts two and two together.

Pigsy: Courtnapping?

Wukong, grumbling: I'm embarrassed to admit it.

That feel when Demons are a whole race of tsunderes XD

Post-S3 Macaque realising that LBD's defeat is the perfect opportunity to re-courtnap his mate and reinstate his place as Wukong's doting spouse;

Wukong: "Hey! Where do you think you're going?" Macaque: "Don't know. Somewhere where I can do a bit of scheming, probably."

It sort of becomes a Beauty and the Beast situation at the Stone Palace, even tho it's Wukong's own darn palace that he hasn't cleaned in ages.

I just love the idea of Macaque deciding that the best revenge is making Wukong remember why he missed him all those centuries.

And also have it be publically known that the feared Sun Wukong is the one being courted/wooed. Some demons (especially former humans) find it near scandalous that the Six Eared Macaque is the one "wearing the pants" in the courtship! XD

Also come S4; you now have a furious husband monkey chasing down the Brotherhood for stealing his mate from their nest!

I adore this concept. It has so much room for some tasty scenarios and standalone fics X3

[jweekgoji]

Hi, if you have time, energy and motivation for this, then please write a sequel on yandere!tfrid2015.

Yandere!TfRID2015/Reader [hcs]

tw: nsf/w(-ish) headcanons so minors don't read, possessiveness, praise kink, size kink, power dynamics, marking. word count: ~820 a/n: it has been in my drafts since summer so a good time to finally finish it.

Bumblebee

This Bumblebee is such an interesting character for me, mainly because he is finally taking the serious role in the series. Due to a lot of responsibilities with his own team (newbies, a half-functioning minicon, a clumsy cute dinobot!) and constant Decepticons' attacks. He puts up with a lot of stress. 🐝 probably prefers soft moments of intimacy (honestly, I can't even imagine yan!🐝 being violent at all); maybe even let you do the job while he can just relax and finally forget about controlling everything and everyone. He is vocal, though he would probably try to put his own servo over his mouth, mainly because he's still a bit shy that someone might hear him. I mean, looking back at where they 'live'...good luck.

This Bumblebee probably has a praise kink, and he would absolutely MELT when you call him 'sir'. It's just something that gets him going even when he's too tired to even move a finger.

Respect, respect, he likes it! Whether you're the one receiving pleasure, whining and accidentally moaning the soft 'lieutenant!' during it, or holding him down, telling Bumblebee how good he is, such a good and caring leader...your poor lieutenant Bee! You're probably putting a lot of dirty and unnecessary thoughts in his processor.

Grimlock

Grimlock absolutely knows how good he is. He also absolutely understands what role he has in the team. Muscles. And he has no shame when it comes to his size! He is used to bots around him being annoyed when he accidentally breaks something or bumps into stuff, the 🦖 gets a little confused when he meets someone who's...into it? I think he would probably be into size kink when his partner shows that they love how big he is! But probably a little worried since he doesn't want to hurt you. Is he doing well with using his sharp digits inside you? Grimlock doesn't want to hurt his sparkmate!!

Despite having an intimidating look, he is a massive dork (affectionately) who is totally in love with his partner. That's why Grimlock being responsible big dinobot would always make sure you're satisfied first! He is still reluctant about doing it in his dino mode, but he might take this challenge only if you would be on top of him. Otherwise, it would be...awkward.

Sideswipe

Young, arrogant, and painfully determined when it comes to a good fragging. At first glance, you might think he's incredibly experienced, and he'll pretend he is until it comes to a moment of intimacy between you. An extremely confident bot will start to blush and hide his face as soon as you straddle him, and no matter how hard he tries to squeeze out a smirk, it's hard not to notice the little shiver that runs through his body.

But a little determination with you, and you see the old Sideswipe again. He will tease and try to coax a reaction out of you, but only because he longs for you to finally snap and give him a good spanking. He really is into being tamed by his sparkmate, especially if they're better than him in everything.

Strongarm

Sometimes she talks about Cybertronian rules so much, you wonder if she mutters them even when she's asleep? Strongarm always wants what is best for her loved one, so it is no surprise that she shared with you everything she knows.

Strongarm very well mirrors Sideswipe, but in everything Sideswipe is cocky and teasing, Strongarm is cautious and responsible. Sure, she has her own moments, but Primus help her! She totally can't help when you try to distract her whenever she gives you a lecture. Everything you do seems to catch her attention. The way you look at her, or how you bite your lip when thinking about something... It is probably very, very wrong and unprofessional when you try to seduce her, calling her by the title and playing as if you're one of the criminals she caught. This will not affect her results, right?

Steeljaw

Scratching, lots of scratching. The cunning wolfticon is not so gentle at all, not to imagine, if he's obsessed with his darling. I'm just very sorry for their paint job. It must be so tiring polishing your armor and fixing the small scratches around the insides of your thighs and hips every single time you two decide to get intimate together. Scratching is not only his way of separating himself from the former fraction but a way of marking someone. A three simple but a little too deep mark on your shoulder is now a longtime reminder of who you belong to.

But it doesn't mean it doesn't work both ways. If 🐺 is in the right mood, with his tail wagging behind his back and his spike slamming into you so deep it makes you seem stars, he will probably encourage you to leave some marks on him as well.