#hmm since it came up i dont know how old they are in this fic

[burinazar]

Could I get a fic of modern day Ganga Trio doing something like playing a video game or going shopping?

Delivered! Below the cut you'll find the Three Sages as housemates in a modern AU, two-thirds shopping and one-third video games. (btw if you haven’t seen it I did also write Vueko, Belaf and Irumyuui doing groceries once. This is definitely not in the same continuity as that for a few reasons, ex. I have a role in mind for Waz in that one that's definitely not 'goofy housemate', but if I start naming specific differences I'll go rambling.) Anyway since I can't help myself this 'ficlet' is not a ficlet it's 2k words lol. Hope you enjoy!

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“Hmm…let’s see…this thing’s big, huh, Vueko?” So saying, Wazukyan worked his fingers underneath the edge of the long, flat box, lifting it a little from where it lay on the floor. A moment before, he had haphazardly slid the thing out from the big warehouse shelf, with Vueko spotting him and guiding the package with her hands as needed. And now it was on the floor, but where it needed to be on their trolley-cart-thing. 

Wazukyan was in a crouching position next to the box, looking up at her, which felt a little off to Vueko – she was used to her older housemate looking benignly down on her from the lofty heights. “Alright, careful not to pinch your fingers as you get a hold of the other end of this thingy.” 

Vueko did her best to oblige, chewing her lip as she carefully maneuvered her hand underneath the other end of the heavy box. “Now let’s do a ‘team lift’ just like these little guys in the drawing, on the count of three.” (Vueko stared at the tiny figures drawn on the box – they had funny, angular faces with cute little smiles.) “And, oh!” – with oh, Wazukyan made one of his habitual open-mouthed faces. It was a bit silly looking…alright, it was very silly looking. “Remember to use your knees, not your back! Hurting yourself would be no good, hey? One, two…three!”

Vueko did her best to lift with her knees, and they rose up to a standing position together. “Fueh. Arg. Uh, but now I can’t see where the trolley cart thing is…”

“Got a good grip?” 

“Yeah, it’s just a little awkward to hold. Wait – wait, Wazukyan, the cart–!” Nudged by a corner of the package or one of their legs, it had started to roll away. Without thinking, Vueko stuck out a hand to hold it in place – and her remaining hand couldn’t keep a grip on the suddenly-heavy cardboard package. It went slipping inexorably out of her grip. 

Vueko dropped her end. It promptly landed on her foot. “Fuheyouch!” she yelped.

“Ah! Oop,” said Wazukyan as he set his end down onto the floor slowly. “Dropped it, huh? Well, the particleboard stuff they use is sturdier than it sounds, it’ll be fine. No harm done!”

“I dropped it on my toes,” said Vueko, trying not to sound too miserable.

“Oh. Some harm done, huh…” Wazukyan frowned sympathetically and they both looked down at Vueko’s left foot. It was sneaker-clad and did not look any different for having been Ikea’d on.

“...Vueroeruko, Wazukyan, what are you two doing?” They both looked up to see Belaf standing nearby. Clearly he had been coming to meet them at the checkout area (a few dozen feet beyond the warehouse section) like they had discussed beforehand, and spotted their antics on the way. He was giving them one of his trademark Belaf Stares -- intense, slightly quizzical – and had his arms crossed primly on his chest. 

He also had a large stuffed shark shoved under one elbow. 

“Belaf, what is that?” said Wazukyan.

“That’s a – uh – Blahaj,” said Vueko immediately. She gave her best shot at pronouncing Blahaj, having only seen it in text. Blah-hodge. “I saw it on the internet.” She was standing on one foot now and leaning on the trolley cart thing. 

“Indeed! It is a Blåhaj,” said Belaf. He said it something like blue-hai. It was Belaf, so that meant this was the right way to say it.

“Ooooh. Found yourself a cute little friend?” said Wazukyan, grinning widely.

“I simply thought this would be a pleasant and versatile item to have around the house. Look,” said Belaf. He took the blue-hai and wrapped it around his neck like a travel pillow. “Ergonomic neck support. Good for the spine and skull. Or when you’re sitting down –” He put the blue-hai around his waist from behind. “Lower back support. It’s the perfect shape. I’m thinking of practicality, that’s all.” 

“And the fact it’s a cute animal has nothing to do with it, I’m sure,” said Wazukyan, in indulgent of-course-there’s-tea-in-Teddy’s-cup tones. Belaf pressed his lips together in slight offense and held the Blåhaj a little closer, as though it might be taken away. Vueko couldn’t help smiling a little.

“...anyway, I will pay for the Blåhaj, of course. But let’s still go through the checkout together as planned. I will Venmo you.”

“I’ll go splitsies with you on the bl…bloj….the shark,” Vueko piped up. “So I can use it as a pillow and stuff too. If that’s okay with you?” 

Wazukyan waved his hand dismissively. “We’ll all take collective responsibility for paying for Belaf’s blodge. It’ll be nice for everyone, I’m sure. Just like these shelves are going to be for everybody’s extra stuff.” He knelt down to thump the package, which was still on the floor where they had left it after it attacked Vueko’s foot. “But, ah, Belaf, will you help me get this in the cart?”

Vueko flushed, ashamed – she wasn’t helping anymore? She should be helping – but then Wazukyan looked at her and winked. “I mean, of course I know you could do it, Vueko, but we have to make Belaf do some work sometimes, eh?”

“Of course I am happy to help, Wazukyan,” said Belaf, through only slightly gritted teeth. He handed the stuffed shark to Vueko, who was quite happy to hold on to it. 

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“Vueroeruko, you have that part upside down,” said Belaf, tapping a portion of the instructions for their new shelf. 

“Oh. Oops.” Vueko turned over the thing – a little plastic button meant to cover visible screws – and indeed, it suddenly fit better. “Sorry.”

“No harm done. I think…” He squinted at the last page of instructions. “I think we’re about finished.” 

“Wow, hard work! Great job, everyone,” said Wazukyan, clapping his hands together. “Now how should we reward ourselves?”

“Wazukyan, you did not help very much,” said Belaf flatly.

Vueko was always a little in awe of the way Belaf spoke to Wazukyan so bluntly. It was technically his house, after all – but then, the two of them had been friends for a long time, before Vueko had met either of them and certainly long before the trio had hitting upon this living arrangement. 

Actually, they had all been friends, the three of them, for quite a while now. Several years which, sometimes, felt curiously like eons…

Wazukyan had not been listening. “You know what we haven’t done in a while? Mario Kart.” 

“What? Wait, Jomi didn’t take his consoles with him?”

“He took a few, the ones with sentimental value, but sold off a lot. He went overseas, you know – can’t be lugging every old big blocky thing! I got him to leave me the N64 for old time’s sake. Let me go get the thing plugged in…” Wazukyan opened a cabinet and pulled out a gaming console, which Vueko assumed was the Nintendo in question.

Belaf looked at the console, wrinkled his eyebrows briefly, and then scooted a little closer to Vueko and spoke in a lowered voice. “You know,” he muttered, as much to himself as to her, “I was just thinking about saying to him ‘Aren’t you too much of an old man for video games?’ But then I thought about when that console came out and how much younger he was then, and of course we were too, and…” He passed his hand over his face. “And then I realized how long ago the 90s were and now I feel old.” 

Vueko nodded sadly in commiseration. “Aw. Yeah. But you’re not old, Belaf.”

“Thanks, Vueroeruko…you know, one of my students called me a ‘boomer’ the other day. He wasn’t even trying to tease me, but…” Belaf made a heart-clutching gesture.

Wazukyan was oblivious to this little exchange. “Vueko! Have you ever played Mario Kart with us? Hmm, maybe not. I think that was mostly me and Jomi’s thing, but we got Belaf to join in once in a while.” 

“The 64’s been packed away for a bit. It predates Vueroeruko a little, I think. Uh, not, like, as a person, since she’s not a….teen…ager…. ” Belaf put a hand to his chin as he clearly did some mental math, and Vueko watched his face become very interesting as he realized people born after the N64 came out might well be old enough to have finished graduate school. “...augh…ah, anyway, I just mean we probably haven’t played it much during the time period we’ve known her, and certainly not at any point since she moved in.”

“And that’s the only one we had Mario Kart on…you really never played it, Vueko?” said Wazukyan.

“Oh. Yeah, I don’t think I did. I might have played it as a kid, at a friend’s or something, but, um, I don’t know if I remember how…” Vueko stood up from the floor. “Why don’t you two just play? I don’t want you to have to show me…”

“Nonsense,” said Belaf, at the same time Wazukyan said, “Nah, nah!” The two men looked at each other. 

“Jinx,” said Wazukyan.

“That– that’s not how a jinx–…never mind, you go ahead,” said Belaf, rubbing his face again.

Wazukyan turned back to Vueko. “Come on. It’s going to be a lot more fun if you join! Hey, maybe beginner’s luck will be on your side and you’ll wipe the floor with us.”

“Fheh…I don’t know how likely that is…” Vueko was looking at her own fingernails, fiddling with them. 

“You’ll never know until you try, huh? Oh, good, looks like this thing still works…”

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“I…I won again!” Vueko leaned forward in her blanket cocoon on the middle of the couch – she was so warm and so comfy. She watched Yoshi blaze across the finish line.

“You are absolutely vicious with those shells, Vueroeruko,” Belaf murmured beside her. Vueko couldn’t quite see him – she was well and truly cocooned inside of her blanket, with her face, hands, and controller peeking out. But she knew him well enough to picture his face, the crease of consternation forming on his brow. 

“Good, good!” she heard Wazukyan say on her other side. She could picture him too – smiling benignly as she absolutely wiped the floor with him. “What did I tell you about beginner’s luck? Let’s go again…” 

They arrived at the select screen. Yoshi was adorable, so Vueko did not bother changing her selection. (“I’m picking Peach this time,” said Wazukyan. “If I can’t win, at least I can be pretty.” At which Belaf made a strangled noise.) 

She sat back on the couch, feeling her friends’ warm bodies on either side. There was an additional lump which she recognized after a moment as Belaf's new shark friend. This was so nice…Sometimes she still felt like something was missing. Someone, perhaps. But there was a sense that this too, if she waited, would come right again…

“Are you still planning to start your volunteer work this weekend, Vueko?” said Wazukyan, setting down the controller.“That thing, helping take care of kids? I’m not sure I understood what you’ll be doing exactly…”

“Oh. Yeah,” Vueko said, startled out of her thoughts. She nudged her way forward out of the blanket a bit so she could speak with Wazukyan more easily. “Um, it’s with children who don’t have a, uh, consistent caretaker or mentor figure in their life and, like, have been in and out of the, uh, like…”

Wazukyan waved a hand to indicate he didn’t need a full explanation. “That should be good for you.” He looked oddly knowing now, a bit distant – he made that face sometimes, usually when he was about to be right about something. “You’re good with kids, and some of them could really use someone like you in their life…” 

“Yeah.” Vueko hoped he was right this time too. She wasn’t sure how much good she’d been able to do, but she had felt drawn to the opportunity when she heard about it. So drawn that it was a little strange – it was like something was pulling her as though she were a compass needle.

“If they have video games there, you can beat all of them at Mario Kart to break the ice,” said Belaf, and Vueko smiled. She snuggled back in the blanket and thought about how happy, how lucky she was to have such good friends, to live in such bliss, after the tumult of her childhood and the dark times she didn’t like to think about. Safe and surrounded by people she trusted. She wondered if things might somehow get even better, if it was possible for her life to gain more blessings…but perhaps that was greedy of her. 

For now, she would settle for winning another round of Mario Kart.

[robinismywifee]

in my room || pt. 1

pairings madly inlove!ellie williams x madly inlove!reader

summary based of the song, in my room by insane clown posse

warnings reader stalks ellie? just lowkey creepy reader, reader has trouble eating due to her mothers death, not much warnings for this chapter since its the backstory and how they met, but theres gonna be KINKY smut in the other chapters

a/n idk how many chapters this will be, 3-5?? its in 3rd pov with some flashbacks that are 1st pov and i really hope nobody has based an ellie fic off this song bc im really proud of it since it was my own idea lol, also i think for the next short fic i do its gonna be like an 80s camp consular thing if u guys want that??

wordcount 4k

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

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aime and ellie had been best friends ever since they met eachother. ever since aime first laid eyes on ellie, she knew she was going to be hers, ellie didnt even know she existed, but she was hers.

aime remembers the first time seeing ellie like it was yesterday, even though it was almost 6 years ago.

aime was walking down the road of jackson, walking down to get food, and stopped by the horse stables when she heard a mention of new people.

"yeah, apparently it was actually just tommys brother" the older male teenager said from inside the stable

"tommy has a brother? and he has a neice? i didnt know that, where were they?" the slightly younger, also male, teenager said, also from inside the stable

"no, the girl wasnt his kid, i heard her calling him by his name and tommy didnt know her, i dont know their relation but theres a rumor that they traveled from maine to here on feet"

"that's impossible, and why would he travel all those states with some kid? maybe he knew her mom"

"yea, i have no fucking clue.. hey give me a hand with this-"

and with that, aime was back on her feet, done with easedropping

hmm.. a new girl and a new man?

aime didnt know anything about it. she had just gotton back from sneaking outside the walls, only coming back because the empty feeling in her stomach was getting to hard to ignore

she walked into jacksons cafeteria, immediately spotting the back of girl with brown hair (with lots of red undertones) tied up into a ponytail, sitting next to a bigger man, aime immediately noticed the food the girl had stuffed into her pockets.

she walked quietly over and hid herself behind a pilar that held the building up, well not actually but in her little 14 year old brain, if that thick wood pilar were to be chopped off, the whole roof would come down with it.

she peaked over the piller, now infront of the girl, able to see her face.

and thats when she felt it. its impossible to describe with measly words of what she felt, but she just knew. she saw the girls eyes, she could tell from the meters away she stood, that they were the most beautiful eyes she's ever seen. they were green, the edges of her eyes lighter, more like chartreuse, but got darker in the middle, like a juniper green, and is that a mix of cedar brown in there too?

after getting lost in the unknown girls eyes, she moved her back behind the pilar, hiding herself completely, she couldnt help but a small smile forming. the bright energy she carried radiated off her. shes mine.

the day after, she watched out her window as the girl from the food center, which she learned by now her name was ellie.. what an adorable, name.. it suited her face so well.. escaped with one of the horses from the stables. she had watched as she rode off, peaking over her shoulder making sure nobody saw her leave, which nobody did, execpt of course aime, but aime didnt mind her leaving, because she knew she was to see her again, and would finally then introduce herself.

it wasnt for months until ellie came back. the guy who she came with, tommy's brother, which aime had also learned awhile backs name was joel, came back with her as well. they both were fearly bruised, scarred, but they came back.

her girl came back for her.

aime had lived in an empty house, it was small, only one floor, but it still had two bedrooms, but technically only one considering the other bedroom was boarded shut with wood and nails across the doorframe, leaving everything inside the room completely abandoned.

it was her mothers room. the same mother that had tought aime to kill every person in sight that wasn't her, no matter their pleads or screams, no matter if they did absolutely nothing wrong. if they breathed it was a threat.

it felt weird, after going her whole entire life of killing every single person without a second thought, to just.. not. to just.. let the strangers pick her up and drag her to saftey.

i cradled my mother that was covered head to toe in blood, holding her head in my lap, i stared blankly down at her, the emotion i felt was overwhelming, my vision was foggy, blurring, blackening, my chest was moving up and down rapidly, but my eyes didnt even near water.

my mom always had a lot of rules i needed to follow, and to never cry was one of them, she told me it meant i was weak, and it was a threat for our lives to be weak, to show emotion to others.

my ears also rung, i knew there was people around, their light beamed down onto us, i was waiting for them to shoot us, i mean, why wouldnt they? some girl comes to the gates of their community, skin and clothes soaked and covered completely in crimson red, matching the women she held as she collapsed to the floor.

but when my vison faded to black, the ringing got louder, and louder, until it was completely dark and silent.

2 days later, im sitting in a chair, leaned over, my elbows to my knees, hand cupped tangled into my mothers. she layed in the hopsital bed, tubes connected to her, a moniter beeping

i was inside a community. the community that i showed up to the gates. i had passed out, and they took us both in, immediately getting my mother that had a gunshot wound to the head medical attention, she's still alive, the bullet only grazing her, but not conscious, the doctor says its a coma, and she could wake up in one minute, or never, and theres no way to tell, and they also couldnt tell how messed up she was until she woke up. i had only passed out asleep, a really deep sleep from how exhausted i had been from doing all that running with no sleep for days and no food or water for too long.

me and my mother had to leave the cabin that we had been staying at since a horde of runners was coming through and we didnt have enough supplies to take them down, and while trying to find a new home, we ran into these guys, it didnt go well. but when i saw burning smoke from not too far ahead, i dragged my mother's unconscious body towards it, just in hopes that it was a community home to moral people. i had collapsed at the gates once i had gotten there, i couldnt even push out a single word, i though my mother had died,

i had broken so many rules. i trusted these people. let them take us in, i wanted them to. i asked for their help. i didnt kill them, i still havent killed them, i dont want to kill them!

the community is called jackson, aime had asked the guy, whos wife was basically the leader, his name tonmy, why he took her in, he asked why wouldnt he, and explained to her that her and her mother were no threat, and she was just a child, with her hurt mother that did no harm. he gave them their own home, aimes mother got moved into it too, still in her coma.

that was when aime was 11. her mom didnt wake up for almost 3 years, and when she did wake up, she wasnt good. it took weeks for her to gain full consciousness, and when she was fully conscious, it was only a week before she passed.

some stupid infection apparently.

then, 2 weeks later, ellie showed up again.

aime watched from her bedroom window as ellie and joel walked on the path, accompanied by tommy and maria. ellies eyes were empty, she didnt have the energy she radiated before, and aime was determined to regain her the energy.

aime had already planned out how she was gonna interact with ellie and how she was gonna get her to fall inlove. she decided on not introducing herself until a few days or maybe even a week after her arrival. ellie was already getting bombarded by everyone, so once everyone calmed down, aime was gonna make ellie speak to her first.

aime had spent the next 5 days sneaking around and.. well, stalking ellie. she needed to find out what she was like, what her interests were, her pet peeves, that kind of stuff.

ellie liked astronomy, books about space and planets, that type of stuff, were stored into her room on her shelf, while a half opened comic of ‘savage starlight’ seemed to be what she was currently reading. ellie liked to draw and write, even more if she was listening to her walkman during it, aime assumed that she used writing to get her thoughts out or maybe as a coping mechanism. aime had a strong temptation to sneak into ellies room and snoop through her journal and see what she wrote about, or to even check what music was in her walkman, but she knew that was going too far and if she were to get caught, it would ruin everything.

she also saw ellie talking to dina and jesse a few times. aime bit back her jealousy when she did, dina and jesse were dating and have been for awhile and so clearly are inlove with one another and aime shouldnt worry about them getting in the way.

aime didn’t necessarily have friends, she was really quiet, reserved, she wasnt even supposed to be in a community, ever, and under the circumstances of her mom, people understood why she wasnt bright and cheery. the only time she talked was when she was spoken to, but aime decided she needed to push past it, and finally become a real person. finally have a fucking personality.

a few months after aimes first arrival when she was 11, maria had talked to her about putting some work in, aime undertsood, as she was getting free medical care for her mother, free food, free water, free shelter, and agreed on it, at first maria put her on teaching the young kids how to read and write, but aime hated it, and begged maria to do patrol with the older teenagers, but since she was only 11, maria said no, and put her on teaching kids self defense. aime had tought the kids how to protect themself from others for 2 years before maria finally agreed for aime to do group patrol.

aime was the only 13 year old allowed to go on patrol, after maria had seen how good she was and after aime begging for years, she was the exception.

aime woke up early, gently brushing her hair till it was smooth and soft. she decided on folding the peices of her hair to make two french braids, her hair ending a few inches below her shoulders, from the hot and sticky weather. it was spring, and the weather had been unpredictable, going from rainy and gloomy one day to sunny and sticky the next. today was a sunny-hot day. she splashed cold water on her face, patting it dry, and applied cherry scented lip balm that glossed her pink lips and left a red tint.

her patrol group had rode past some old underwear store a few weeks ago, and aime had snuck behind the group, searching until she found a pair that looked close enough to her size. she wore the bra she had gotten from that day, pushing up her small breasts to make them look full, and put on a simple white tank top, just barley showing off her cleavage. she just wore regular jeans with it, they were dark blue, warn out, hugging her hips perfectly, the bottom of them got baggy, covering the hightop part of her converse. she should probably wear her boots today, it had rained a few days ago and would be muddy, but ellie wore her converse shoes everyday so aime would wear hers too, to match.

once the girl was ready, she stuck her lipgloss into her pocket just in case, and left.

“hey aimees! you’re up pretty early” jesse smiled, as he sat on one of the bar stools to the same cafeteria where aime first saw ellie. jesse was super friendly, he definitely would call aime his friend, if not, his best friend, but aime wouldn’t consider him her friend. its not that she didnt like him, she actually found him quiet amusing, but she wasnt really the people type and didnt like opening up to people.

“yeah, i woke up at 5, couldnt fall back asleep so i just thought i’d take my time getting ready and actually get breakfast for once” i nodded

“troubles with sleeping again? maria has pills for that i think if you ask her about it im sure she wouldn’t mind giving you some” he said with that look in his eyes that everyone else had been giving her lately

“jesse, stop”

“stop what? im just trying to help”

“yeah, thats the problem, i dont need help, and stop giving me that sad look”

jesse stayed quiet, aime left him, ording some food, once she had gotten it, she came back and sat down, staring at it. she never was good with eating, but ever since her mothers death, its been worse. she picked at the pancake with her fork. the only reason she had gotten food was because maria talked to her the other day about how she never eats and she asked her to grab food before patrol today, she said she would, and she alwyas keeps her word. she didnt think it would be this hard, but now that the food was infront of her, she felt sick.

“you okay?” jesse asked

“m’ great” aime hummed, slicing off a peice of pancake and shoving it into her mouth. she slowly ate, a simple conversation with jesse going on between, when suddenly he asked about her.

“have you met ellie yet?”

aimes eyes widened, but quickly went to normal. jesse didnt notice. “uh, no? is that the new girl?” she asked looking up from he food, she asked as if she didnt spend every other second of her day thinking about her. hell, two nights ago she spent, watching her.

“yeah, she’s actually pretty cool, and she said she would come here this morning and dina too, thats why i was here in the first place, they should be here soon”

“hm” aime hummed quietly, pretending not to care. jesse continued talking about dina, just him thinking outloud basically, until he stopped mid sentence to start a new sentence to new people- “oh! finally, i was starting to think you guys ditched me” jesse smiled to the two girls, aimes eyes were glued to her plate, only a few bites were left of her pancake and she only ordered one, and had been here for about at least 20 minutes.

“hey jesse!” aime heard dinas voice, the corner of her eyes she could see dina coming up to jesse to give him a quick hug, before she turned to aime

“hey aime! how you’ve been?” dina asked gently, aime rolled her eyes. she hated it. she hated the way people treated her. aime saw dina everyday, and dina always asked the same question as if it was gonna make her depression disappear.

“great” aime mumbled, ignoring her thumping heart of being only a few feet away from ellie

it was silent for a few seconds, “oh! aime, meet ellie!” dina cheered, how the fuck can she be this happy at 6:30 in the morning? everyday too. “hey” she mumbled, not looking at ellie at all. aime pretended as if she didn’t care. “uh, hi” ellie shuffled awkwardly from behind her

“come on aime! actually introduced yourself”

dina smiled, waiting for us to fully meet.

i hopped off my seat, standing only a foot away from ellie, we were about the same height, execpt i was a few inches taller

i smiled at her awkwardness. “hey ellie, im aime, i live next door to you in the wooden house” i lifted my hand out to her, she looked up to me, confused at my sudden change of personality, “hi..” ellie said quietly, unsure of what to say since aime already knew her name

aime looked down to ellies arm as ellie connected her hand to hers, aime felt sparks in her stomach, and ellie felt weird too, but she assumed it was just the anxiety of meeting a new pretty girl.

aime immediately felt worried for ellie as she noticed the white bandaged wrapped around her arm, she hadnt notice it before, from ellie always wearing long sleeves until now, aime let go of ellies hand, eyebrows furred, aimes left hand held ellies arm right beneath the bandage, while she reached out with her right and traced gently over it, “what happened? are you okay?” aime asked, her voice was calm, but panic was inside her

aime batted her eyes down to the girl, aimes dark brown, almost black, eyes met with ellies jade eyes. “oh, its just uh- a small wound from- a, from a knife, and its wrapped so it doesnt get in-infected” ellie stammered, aime watched as ellies eyes glued to the wood ground, and ellies cheecks blushed red

“that sucks,” aime started, she slid her hands that were on her right arm down to meet with ellies right hand, both of aimes hands grazing over her hand and brushing against her fingers, “i hope it heals fine” aime stood there for a few seconds, just playing with ellies fingers, “i gotta go,

group patrol starts soon, it was nice meeting you, ellie” aime smiled to her, dropping her hand and leaving, not even bothering saying goodbye to dina or jesse who stood there confused and shocked

once aime left the building, jesse and dina both looked at eachother, mouth ajar, ellie stood there, her thoughts racing over trying to figure out what just happened to her, surely she was like that with everyone?

“that was insane!” dina was the first to speak, ellie finally looked up confused, “what was?” she asked, jesse and dina looked at eachother once more, and back to ellie

“nothing, its just..” dina tried to explain but couldnt find the words, “shes never like that, i mean, her smile when she looked at you was genuine, she never smiles! and she continued the conversation? she never does, she always is super quiet” jesse explained better, “oh” was all ellie could say.

“hey, i thought you couldnt do group patrol until 16?” ellie asked, she wanted to do it but both joel and maria immediately said no. “yeah, you cant” jesse shrugged, “what? shes 16? you guys said she was our age” ellie asked confused, “no, shes 14, shes just the only one allowed to do patrol that young”

“oh, how come?”

“just is” jesse shrugged

the rest of the day ellie spent asking and asking jesse and dina questions about aime. ellie felt so intrigued by her and wanted- no, needed, to learn more about her.

the next day, after aime finished patrol, she layed on her couch, writing about a certain girl in her journal when a knock came to her door. she placed her journal down with the pen ontop, before walking over to the window, she peaked out, seeing jesse standing there, she sighed, unlocking and opening the door

“hey aimees, me, dina, and ellie were gonna hangout at my place, play card games, wanted to know if you wanna hang with, we can be as noisy as we want, my moms not home” jesse smiled

once aime heard that ellie was going, she knew she was going, but she needed to not seem suspicious. “uhh.. i dont know” she hummed, “come on, what were you even doing before?” he asked, peaking behind me, aime glanced over her shoulder looking at my journal on the table, “not much” she said with a shrug, “exactly! come on, go get your shoes on, ill be waiting, okay thanks!” jesse said, and before aime could reply, jesse grabbed the door handle and shut the front door

aime smiled, her plan working, she rushed to her bedroom, applying more lipgloss, and tying her shoes, she brushed out her hair, she kept on her pajamas, she wore a dark wine red hoodie, and black plush shorts

“jeez, took you long enough” jesse over exaggerated, “whatever, you’re lucky im going”

when aime showed up, she pretend that she didnt feel like she wanted to grab the nearest kicthen knife and repeativly stab dina in the chest. what did dina say that was so funny to make ellie grab onto her shoulder like that?

“oh! hey guys, hey aime! im glad you came!” dina smiled, aime gave a small nod with a small smile

“come on! sit, we have the cards ready!” dina exlcaimed, aime sat directly infront of ellie on the ground, jesse and dina next to me, as they started playing uno

“hey ellie” aime smiled, not bothering saying hi back to dina, everyone could already see blush forming on ellie, “hi aime” and with that they started the game

once it got really late, and dina had fallen asleep, aime decided that she and ellie were gonna leave, and they would finally be alone. aime stood up, not bothering to fix her shorts that rose up from sitting down, now exposing her ass. “its getting late, i have patrol early tomorrow, i should get going” aime said, looking down between jesse and ellie, ellie stood up too, “yeah, joel wanted me home by 10” ellie fidgeted her fingers looking at jesse and dina, they were both leaned against the couch still on the ground, dina asleep with her head on his shoulder

“all good, im getting pretty tired too, see you guys tomorrow, get home safe” jesse waved bye, aime nodded and turned around to leave,

knowing ellie was following behind her

ellie trailed behind aime, her eyes trailing to the loose hem of the girls shorts, she could feel her face getting hot

aime could feel ellies eyes on her, so she peaked over her shoulders, smirking to herself once she saw ellies eyes flicker around back to the ground as she pretending like she wasnt looking

aime stopped walking, waiting till ellie caught up to her until they were side by side

ellie kept her eyes on the ground, feeling embarrassed, knowing the aime had saw her looking. aime stared into the girls eyes

“has anyone ever told you that you have the prettiest eyes in the whole existence?” aime asked softly, ellies face grew even hotter, she took at least 30 seconds to reply as her brain malfunctioned. “no” ellie said softly, “oh, well you do, i could just look at them forever, theyre so easy to get lost in” aime continued, knowing it was making ellie incredibly flustered

“i- thank you..” ellie said in just above a whisper, about a minute pasted before ellie spoke up, “you have really pretty eyes too”

“thank you, ellie” aime smiled, ellie finally looked back up to her, smiled with her

after that, they chatted and joked until ellie stopped infront of her house, “do you.. maybe wanna come in?” ellie asked, fidgeting with her fingers, aime smiled, walked closer to the girl, and grabbed her hand and connected it with hers to stop her from fidgeting. “i would love to”

and from that day on, ellie and aime became best friends, always with eachother like they were conjoined twins

but it didnt end like that

[boyfhee]

hmm, jay fic?? write it and you shall submit. i will be waiting for it, hehe. even i want to start a writing account for enha but i dont know what to post first T_T i have a text au and a headcanon, tell me which one should i post first :0

hope your bro does well in his 10th ✌🏼 tell him to not waste these next months, but hasnt the difficulty level for 10th graders decreased too?? i hate this education system. for us, 70% of syllabus was removed and people say you guys didn't write the exams 😭

hanuman chalisa haha, even if i have god by my side. i would be scared too. lmao how can a jaw chase her... noo that is so funny 😂 i mean i cant handle the smell of rotten food and what would i or you do with cadaver 🥲 i dont know. i regret everyday that why i havent chosen bipc 😔

i know apathorax from arjun reddy movie 😶 is it what it is?? help i dont even remember. isnt it beside the chest of a human?? the flesh part?? tell me tell me. well i havent been interested into coding but i need to start to learn how to code.

since you said you have coded, tell me the basic coding languages i need to know + how your teachers taught you caelin! i badly want tips to learn. like i have so many reels saved on my ig about coding + tips

same pinch, but i have been stanning them since on era and i think i was a hardcore fan until they dropped butter. i lost interest because same, their music started to change and started concentrating on the west. soo, i used to love the old bts caelin :(

hell no!!! when i used to watch yuzuru hanyu skating videos, i got into figure skating and then random videos used to pop up, even i used to know sunghoon before he debuted 🥲 i didnt watch like all of his performances but watched the best ones in his career ^^ he grew up so well.

yup!!! when fever was dropped, engenes knew it was a banger. damn it everyone on twitter asked whose song was this and engenes were like, huhu its enhypen \(^_^)/ hooray hahga. even i agree with you fever was and is the best bside i have ever heard from them.

this already long so i will continue in the next ask :3

— lover club anon <33

jay fic was posted, i hope it reached you well ^^ also, good luck with starting a writing account omg .. you can start with texts since they are a quick read and attract more audience !!! however, headcanons aren't bad either ... it really is your choice :O

i will tell him to do well in 10th, although he wastes all his time playing valo / forza horizon TT i don't know how easy or difficult the school exams have gotten, i've been so out of the loop ever since i graduated >< hope your sister does well too in boards ^_^

and omg bipc is fun but i'm sure pcm is just as interesting :O you have a fear of blood and needles so maybe you weren't meant for the OT but rather for doing other big things in like ... let's be positive !!! also, i think you mean apothorax ?? it's part of thorax containing heart and lungs ^^ i was studying about mediastinum today .. it's too much to take in. there's so much information and so little space in my brain .. sometimes i wonder if i will be able to remember all the things _ _;

also, i studied coding in highschool so i don't know how helpful my tips will be for college since you're definitely going to learn much much more there :O i think html css is basic and important ( for example, tumblr's who website theme and post format is based on html css ) javascript, python are important too since they're in demand. i'm afraid we didn't learn a lot in school except what was in theory .. didn't have many lab sessions and the most we did was python and html css since that was the main focus ( i hate python like whatever the hell that is ... )

i also started with hanyu !!! and then came across cha junhwan, yuna kim, ilia malinin and all though the international tournaments and all. i remember being so interested in fs, i watched the 4cc tournaments during classes TT i actually came across sunghoon through junhwan, watched his videos and then moved on like .. i didn't see him at the competitions so i thought he quit :O never looked him up for me to know he was a trainee / idol

AND YEAH fever is truly the queen, i can never get tired of it. border : carnival in itself is an amazing album. what's your fav album of them so far? fav b-side and title tracks? i need to know ><

[cassyapper]

1, 5, 12

hi chandler thank u for asking 💞💞💞💞

link to ask game: https://cassthecringe.tumblr.com/post/701408099940089856/deep-fic-writer-asks

what's the fic youre most proud of?

hmm if we're discussing only completed fics, then probably "I Can Hope How This Will End" cause i threw up a bunch of my own grief onto it and i think it came together surprisingly cohesively in light of that. i think it's what the man i was mourning would've appreciated too and that adds to my feelings

however if we count still in progress fics, "Walk With Me/Try Again" wins for being the most ambitious and yet still most completed multichapter fic ive ever done. i know for a fact im going to finish it and that feeling is like heroine dude

5. what fic of your own won't you read?

i'm perfectly fine with rereading all of my stuff as-is cause i like hearing myself talk So To Speak but if some of my old (like OLD like 2011-2015 era) fics were like, posted publicly, i would NOt be able to reread them cause the shame of seeing that garbage and knowing ppl associate it with me would be life-ruining. but since they are not posted publicly im like lol

12. What’s your perfect environment to create/write?

anywhere where i'm not paranoid that anyone can see my screen and where my hands aren't cold <3 👍 other than that i dont think i have very specific requirements. i usually prefer music too but it's not a Must. yeah

thanks for asking once again chandler <3

[kingdomhearts-and-soriku-trash]

Take my KH 3 nonsense dump. I was playing and this is all what came out (no proofreading):

Pete telling Sora that he’s weaker than he was before and how they should just finish him here…oh boy…that’s gotta hurt.

AND THEN HIS SAD SIGH WHEN PETE AND MALEFICENT LEAVE??? YALL??? Sora baby😭

“It’s fine. I can take it.” Oh gosh….Sora it’s alright to not be okay. And then when Goofy asks him if what Pete said bothered him, he said, “It’s fine! I can take it.” He’s insisting it and his voice is louder, which means he’s sort of yelling it. He’s deflecting and not answering the actual question. AND THEN!! When Goofy and Donald said that he’s gonna get stronger, he said, “Dont say that!”

I’m not sure what he meant at this moment, but it’s clear that any mention about his strength being lost and if he’s “okay”, it bothers him and he keeps deflecting.

Then the woman that they saved said, “Keep training and maybe one day you’ll be like Hercules,” or somewhere along those lines. Sora looks at himself and says, “Is it that obvious?” And Donald gives him a little snark. “Just for you.” And Ik Donald doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s literally that concerned father that is protective and so is Goofy. I just think Donald has sass and he likes to do it with Sora and everyone around him! And Sora has his own sass, but I wonder if this actually hurt him? Maybe not as much as before with Pete and Maleficent, but it’s still gotta hurt, right?

Ooh Xigbar showed up and said that hearts are powerful when they’re connected and then, “But if you put too much of that power in one place, some of those hearts might end up breaking.” Hmm…I just keep thinking of Sora. How he has so much hope and power from his friends in his heart, but it’s so much and maybe his own heart will break at some point because he’s protecting others. I love every KH quote-

OR it could be how everyone else’s heart broke when Sora didn’t come back. So much power was put into Sora, but in the end he didn’t come home. So much to think about-

And when Xigbar leaves, Sora, once again looks so sad. It could be a thinking face, but it honestly looks like a puppy look. It looks like he’s truly sad and maybe sad mixed with confused. He did ask “wHoS hearts?” So he is confused, but I think he’s sad bc now he thinks he can’t stop it from happening. Which is something he wants to do! He wants this power to protect others, so hearing that he can’t do it and that maybe him even getting the power will make it happen must be a huge drag. And when Hercules is cheering him up, he looks up at him with that puppy look and takes a moment to put on a smile.

I keep wondering if any of these smiles are true. Like yh I believe Sora does get happy and believes in himself sometimes, but I wonder if some of these smiles are fake-

After the battle of the Titans, Sora says, “I’ll find my strength the same way you found yours.” And like…Hercules found his strength because Meg was in trouble, someone he loved the most. So…will he find his strength in the end of all of this when his precious person is in trouble? When Riku is in trouble? And didn’t he technically do that in the end of KH 3 when he’s chasing Riku’s heart? Because he was like using all of his power, using the power of old keyblade users to save his friends, and was worried for Riku the most. He tried to chase his heart (that was GOLD may I remind you. At least I think it was-) but remembered he had to save his friends. His precious person was in trouble first which led to him getting his strength back???

Or maybe he’ll get it again in the next game. He was lost, so imagine him finding Riku, almost losing him AGAIN, and gaining his strength back one more time to save him and make it home. Ik I’m making no sense but my mind is wandering.

“I remember my first time here. I was so scared.” Riku says. Idk of his first time was when he and Sora shut the door, but if it was then that’s so sad. He said goodbye to his best friend and then felt fear immediately and was so scared for his life AAAAAH. BUT THEN HE SAYS, “But now, my doubts and fears are gone. If anything, I feel exhilarated,” and then some more words about how it isn’t just the darkness in him but something different. And he’s like “Maybe it’s because you’re here with me this time.” And as if Mickey knew everything, he shakes his head and he jumps in with our favorite thing.

“It’s not me. I think it’s because you’ve finally found inside you that special strength to protect what matters. Sometimes you care so much for somebody that other feelings disappear. And then, there’s no room for fear or doubt.” AND LIKE YEAH IT COULD BE FOR AQUA SINCE RIKU WANTS TO SAVE HER BUT LIKE….

There’s no way he cares for her that deeply. He doesn’t even know her (I think). He knows what SHES done and how he needs to save her, but he doesn’t know her. But he knows Sora. He finally understands what he feels towards Sora, even if he is still a little confused, and uses that love to make it through this world. Sora’s belief in him (which was shown in KH 2 ending AND DDD) made him realize his strength and made him love him (as in Sora) even more!! And it made him stronger AAAAAH!!

AND THEN HE SAYS, “The strength to protect what matters. It reminds me of a promise I made.” And like yh it’s to Terra bc Riku makes it obvious but like AH. Imagine if he was referencing the promise he gave to Sora?? The one where he would protect him if any meteors came down??? Idk if that was a fic I read or something that actually happened BUT STILL!! AAAAH-

“But the closer I get, the hazier our connection feels,” is what Mickey said in relation to Aqua and like…hnnnng Sora and Rikuuuu….Sora kept getting closer to Riku in KH 1 and finding him and making him come to his senses, but it only made their connection more strained and hurt and AAAAH-

HE’S BACK AT THE BEACH HE WAS WITH SORAAAA!! AND UH OH HERES THE TORNADO OF HEARTLESS. Also, playing as Riku is so cool lkke yes go my boy. Use that darkness in you with the light and be amazing like you always are meant to be.

LIKE HE MOVES?? IN A BLUR OF PURPLE LIGHT WHEN YOU PRESS SQUARE?? LIKE YES RIKU!!!

And also I love how when you beat the heartless tornado, you still didn’t technically beat it and I find it hilarious. And how they swallowed Riku lol.

“But Aqua… Shes like Sora.” AND RIKU JUST FREAKS OUT LIKE “EXCUSE ME??” BUT ALSO!! When Mickey corrects himself and is like “Strong like Sora!” Riku is relieved to understand and he actually looks happy. He knows how strong Sora is and believes in that strength aAAAAH!!! He really believes Sora can do anything, so he believes Aqua can too.

[brelione]

Dating JJ and Rafe Alphabet

A-Affection. These boys are probably the most affectionate out of the pogues and the kooks, always needing reassurance that you werent just a dream. One of them was always holding you in some way, a hand in your back pocket, kisses pressed to your neck and forehead when you made breakfast, hugs from behind when you made coffee. One of the boys will always drive and you always end up leaning against the other in the backseat.

B- “Babe.”One of them would grumble, grabbing the back of your shirt and pulling you back into bed, arms around you as they leaned against your shoulder.

C-Cuddling. You end up either sandwiched between them or under JJ’s arm while Rafe uses your thighs as pillows.

D- Dates. Rafe’s the planner, JJ is the driver and you just do what you’re told. “Before you ask what you have to wear, I think you should wear that cute striped shirt that you have over like the white shirt, right? But then you can wear your overall shorts with it.”JJ suggested.

E- Everything. Although they can be goofy sometimes they always let you know that they love you. “You’re my everything...you know that?”Rafe would ask, JJ nodding in agreement as he leaned forward to kiss you.

F- “Fuck….”JJ grunted, gripping your hips tightly as he came, Rafe’s eyes on the two of you. “Hmm….you should keep going, show her how good she is.”Rafe suggested, ghosting his fingertips over your cheek. “You’d like that, wouldnt you?”Rafe whispered.

G- Game nights. In the beginning of the relationship it was just a way to calm tensions but its become much more intense than ever intended.

“YOURE A WHORE, JJ!” “NO IM NOT!” “NINE KIDS! NINE! AND YOU THREW ONE AWAY!” “Rafe, sit down.” “NO! WHERE’D HE GET TEN? NOT FROM YOU!”

H- Hugs. At least twenty a day and sometimes you even get picked up and dragged out to the car to go to a coffee shop.

I- “I love you.” “I love you too.”

“I love you.” “I love you too.”

“I love you.” “Okay.” “EXCUSE ME?”

J- “JJ, go to sleep.” “But cannibalism isnt-” “JJ!”

K-Kinks. Between the two of them you cant walk the next day. You’ll get spanked, tied up, blind folded, overstimulated, degraded, bitten. 

L-Learning. You learn new things about them everyday. JJ likes to wear dresses and dance around the house when hes alone, Rafe has a passion for adult coloring books and JJ ran an Avengers fan account when he was 14.

M-McDonalds. You guys go to McDonalds every Saturday and get happy meals, sit in the car and listen to early 2000s music.

N-NSFW. A lot of your texts are very….inappropriate. JJ accidentally opened a text from you when he was around the pogues and he still gets teased about it.

O- Orange picking. It was something that JJ had planned, the three of you getting into the truck one afternoon with a basket and spending the entire afternoon picking eachother up to reach oranges on the high branches.

P- Pranks. They pranked eachother at the beginning but now they work together to prank you. Nothing too serious, usually hiding your hair ties or putting them  in the pockets of your pants.

Q-Questions. You guys get a lot of weird glances and questions. Mainly from old white women. “Honey, your girlfriend is kissing another boy.” “Yeah, her boyfriend.” “No, no. She’s kissing another boy. She’s your girlfriend.” “Yeah, hes also her boyfriend.” “No hes not.” “Yes, he is. We’re both dating her.” “No youre not.” “Yes we are.” “No.” “Yes.”

R- Rides. A lot of car rides dont go anywhere, just driving down the quiet roads at night and enjoying eachothers company.

S-Shoes. They have a problem with accidentally putting on eachothers shoes or not putting on any at all. Half the time you have to remind them to put on shoes before you leave the house.

T-Texts. The groupchat is so chaotic. “What do you guys want from the grocery store” “A mother” “Tortillas” “JJ, seriously” “I seriously want a mother” “(Y/N) can be your mommy”

U- Unicorns. It was an inside joke since you had a unicorn snow globe in your bedroom and now whenever they see a unicorn on anything they buy it for you.

V-Videos. The amount of videos that they have of you dancing around the kitchen, driving and running around is ridiculous. They might have some interesting videos as well.

W- “You’re so wet for us and we havent even done anything yet.”

Z- Zombie movies. They have this obsession with zombie movies and shows and they always get scared after watching them. Rafe even started working on a secret room in the basement and wants to build underground tunnels just in case of an apocalypse.  

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[nalgenewhore]

anything and everything

elide x lorcan, modern au, sick fic/domestic fluff, word count: 1874

The clock at the back of his classroom showed that there was two minutes left until lunch. The history teacher knew he’d lost his students three minutes ago, and tossed his printed copy of the PowerPoint onto his meticulously organised desk. “Alright, guys, I think that’s enough for today. Pack up and get out of here, yeah?” 

The sounds of rustling paper and shuffling bags filled the room. Lorcan unplugged his laptop from the projector and clicked it off, pushing the cart back to its corner. He heard his grade twelves’ easy conversations and jokes as they filed out, bidding him good-bye. 

“Bye, Mr. S,” Evangeline called, waving as she walked out, “thank you!” 

“You’re welcome, Evangeline. Have a good day,” Lorcan replied. No one else was in his classroom, so he pushed in the chairs and picked up the stray pencils that had been left. 

He slid his laptop into his bag and slung the leather strap over his shoulder. Lorcan left the blinds down from when they’d been drawn for the video he’d shown and flicked the lights off before he closed and locked the door. 

His hands were shoved in his pockets as he walked to the teacher’s lounge. Lorcan was the first there and he decided to call home, his phone in his back pocket.

As the phone rang, Lorcan grabbed an apple from the bowl of fruit and rinsed it before he ate it.

His fiancée picked up after two rings and sounded even more congested and hoarse than she’d been in the morning, “Hello, love. How’s your day going?” Elide coughed loudly, the sound deep and from her chest, “I’m feeling so much better, honestly, baby. I think I’ll just pop in and teach my last few class–” 

“Lee, you're sick. You'll collapse before you get to the front gate and you know it,” he said, nodding to Rowan, who walked in with Aelin and Lysandra. Nesryn couldn’t have been that far behind them. 

Elide huffed, knowing he was right and hating it, “I’m not sick, I’m not even barfing! I’m just achy and I have a cough, I’m fine.” 

“You have the flu, Elide. You do not have the energy to teach two classes - stay home.” 

She muttered something and Lorcan could practically hear her eye roll. “Fine. I can do video calls anyway, bye-bye, L, love you!” 

“That is not what I meant, Elide,” he protested, but Elide hung up. Lorcan sighed through his nose and put his phone in his pocket once more. The rest of the apple was gone in two bites. 

From one of the tables, the blonde science teacher looked over at him, a bite of leftover risotto and pink salmon on her fork, “Was that our Ellie dear? How is she?” 

“Stubborn and petty,” Lorcan grumbled in good nature. He tossed his apple core into the compost bin, “I’m done for the day, so I’m going home. Please don’t call me if you need help.” His colleagues laughed mockingly at his inconsiderate remark and Lorcan smirked, saluting them as he walked out. “Bye, guys. Have a good day.” He walked down the hall, waving and nodding to students he recognised. 

Lorcan passed two of his favourites, Luca and Evangeline. They stopped him to talk and they chatted about Luca’s upcoming debate and Evangeline’s English presentation. He wished them both luck and continued on, all but refusing to acknowledge any of his other colleagues. Lorcan didn’t have anything against them, save for a few, but he didn’t want to be dragged into a long conversation with them when his girl was home sick and miserable. 

Outside, it was raining, but light enough that it was more of a mist than any noticeable precipitation. Lorcan got into their old Volkswagen Jetta - the car that Elide had saved for during her last year of high school to buy - and pulled out of the parking lot, going slowly around the meandering students and teachers alike. 

Since he hadn’t eaten lunch yet and he had been dreading his tuna salad sandwich all day, Lorcan stopped by the local Blackbeak restaurant. He bought pierogies, borscht, sausage, and cabbage rolls. Knowing Elide loved them so, he added on an order of sweet, apple-filled piroshkis and sweet tea. 

Luckily, the wait wasn’t long and he tipped them well when they handed him the containers in two plastic bags, including a tray for their tea. Lorcan carried their food back to the car and put it on the passenger seat, carefully fitting the cups of tea in the cup holders. 

Lorcan got back in his seat and drove on, more slowly this time so the food would remain untouched. He’d tossed his phone onto the dash and it rang. He glanced over at it and saw Elide calling him. Since he was driving, Lorcan didn’t pick up and he would be home soon enough. 

He came to a stop at a red light and looked over at the text she sent him. 

princess: r u too busy to answer me cause ur with ur new WHORE. 

princess: dont even come home tn im so over ur disrespectful ass. smh. 🙄. cant believe i ever trusted a MAN. 

princess: bby im so hungry tell me what to get i cant decide 🥺 pls help me ill b so nice to uuuuuu ❤🖤🥰🥰😘 

Lorcan laughed and shook his head, driving on home. He pulled up in front of their townhouse a mere five minutes later. Carefully, Lorcan balanced everything and locked the car. He walked through the front gate and up the stone pathway. 

Somehow, he managed to carry everything and unlocked the front door. When he walked in, he heard someone’s long nails tapping across a laptop keyboard. Lorcan chuckled quietly and put his bags down. He hung up his jacket, put his keys in the silver dish next to Elide’s, and toed off his shoes. 

Lorcan walked down the hallway and passed the staircase, putting their food on the kitchen counter. Then, he rolled up the sleeves of his wool sweater and white shirt. He walked upstairs, “Lee? You in bed?” 

He passed their shared office and leaned against the doorframe, eyes landing on his fiancée. Elide had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, her dark hair pushed up in a messy bun. Her thick glasses were perched on the edge of her nose and when she looked up at him, Elide pushed them back up, “Oh, hi, love.” She looked back at her laptop and colour-coordinated lesson plan, still typing. “I didn’t know you were coming home, you didn’t have to do that.” 

“Evidently I did because my fiancée refuses to rest,” he said, shoving off the door and walking in. She rolled her eyes and frowned. Lorcan walked around to her side and crouched, twisting her chair around, “Elide. You’re sick. Your students are not going to be affected if you take a day or two off, now please. Can you just get back in bed? For me?” 

She clicked her tongue and sighed, “That’s cheating. You can’t say it’s for you when you know I’d do anything for you.” 

Lorcan smirked and cupped her face, his thumb stroking over her cheekbone, “Just doing what I can.” He surveyed her, his eyes not missing a thing. There was a slight sheen of sweat on her brow and her eyes were tired. Her skin was paler and more pallid than usual, the only spot of colour on the tip of her nose. She was restraining herself, but Lorcan could see her shivering. “How are you feeling?” 

“I’m… fine.” 

He arched a brow. Elide sighed through her nose and looked to the side. 

“Fine. I feel like shit. I’m tired and I have a headache and I’m so, so tired,” she whispered, tipping herself forward and leaning into him. “I hated that you left this morning. I wanted to be with you and… and let you take care of me.” 

Lorcan smiled softly and got to his feet, picking her up as well. Her head fell against his shoulder and he held her with one arm banded beneath her thighs. He cut off the camera and sent a bland message before signing out and turning it off. As he carried her out, Lorcan asked, “Are you hungry? Have you eaten anything?” 

Elide shook her head, “No… I was sleeping.” 

“I got food. Blackbeak,” he told her, smiling when she gasped wondrously. 

“O-m-giness.” Elide said softly, dancing her shoulders around. “You’re the best, baby. Did you get piroshki? The- the sweet one. With apple.” 

“Mm-hmm,” he said, pushing her hair back again. “And pierogies, tea, sausage, and cabbage rolls. Everything, even soup.” 

“I love you so fuckin’ much, man,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. Elide’s face was comfortably hidden in the crook of his neck. She could smell his cedar cologne, the lavender dryer ball on his sweater, and the sweetgrass he’d smudged with. “We should watch When Harry Met Sally.” 

Lorcan huffed a laugh through his nose and kissed the side of her head, “Yeah. Sally’s a spaz.” 

“And Harry’s an inconsiderate asshat,” Elide replied, squeezing her thighs around his hips. 

They crossed through the door of their bedroom and Lorcan set her down on their bed. He left her be, letting her manoeuvre into her little nest of blankets, quilts, and a duvet. 

He changed into sweatshorts and a hoodie with their university’s logo before going downstairs. On his way, he re-did his hair in some tiered, sloppy and loopy bun. 

In the kitchen, he played some random song from his phone and bobbed his head as he served them both food. 

Lorcan carried their plates and bowls back upstairs. Elide got up to help her when he got to their room. On the TV that opposited their bed showed the main menu of When Harry Met Sally. He laughed quietly and shook his head, sitting down beside her and getting comfortable. 

Elide hummed delightedly and pressed play from her phone. She took the tea first and drank it quickly, suddenly ravenous. Lorcan passed her water and medicine. Elide took it and ate her beet soup, sans sour cream. 

The movie played and Lorcan ate his pierogies, gently sipping on his own tea. 

Done first, Elide put her dish to the side and leaned into him. She mouthed the lines, her eyes slowly falling shut. Lorcan grinned and finished the cabbage roll before easing out from under her and taking their things back downstairs. 

He got her more citrus tea and went back upstairs. The flu-ridden woman woke up when he got in bed and resituated herself. 

“I got the vaccine, baby,” Elide muttered, her arms wrapped around his neck, “and I’m still sick. I’m anti-vax now. They’re hoaxes.” 

Lorcan sighed through his nose, still adoring her dramatics. “You can’t say that to your students, Lee. They believe anything.” 

The chemistry teacher smacked his chest, “They arent dumb! They’re just…” 

“Stupid,” Lorcan finished her sentence. “C’mon, I had a student who didn’t know Terrasen’s capital. He was born here, Elide.” 

She snorted and hid her face in his neck. “I love you.” 

“Forever and always, Lee.”

☽ ☼ ☾

an: i luv them. omg. 

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Pariston X Reader

Okay okay, I read one of ramwrites stories about Pariston and his secretary and I liked the scenario and I’ve been writing a full fic based around that kind of scenario, but I thought I could share the ending as a pariston/reader fic since I’ll probably never finish the story? Open to critique.   uh, nsfw, nonconcent? I dont know how to tag these

When I was called up to the main office to temp as the vice-chairman’s secretary while his took a short leave, I was mildly excited. For the time I’d get compensated as well as their own staff, and it was a chance to show the higher ups that I was capable of such a task in the chance that a position opened up. I should have listened to the warnings I got. I was wrong to be happy about the opportunity.

I stared blankly at the heating kettle in the lounge, wishing for this week to finally end, trying to not break. Pariston was evil. He was already making my life hell, and the day was only beginning. His voice wouldn’t leave my head. ‘oh, I’m so sorry Miss Kelley. I really only prefer white teas in the late afternoon. Could you please fetch me an earl grey?’ He twisted his face to fein something apologetic, but a smirk twitched at the corner of his lips. He was winning and he knew it.

The door to the lounge opened and clicked shut. I didn’t bother the look. I felt too empty to engage with anyone, even the people I’d met and liked.

“By the way, Miss y/n,” Pariston’s voice taunted low and playfully. He moved to stand directly behind me, too close for comfort, making me choke on my own breath, “as per our last conversation on the matter,” his body pressed itself to mine from behind, placing both of his hands to the counter on either side of me, “skirts this length are not appropriate office attire. We try our best to look professional here. Things like this can give the wrong impression” He touched his lips to the nape of my neck so his even warm breaths touched my skin. “You don’t want to attract the wrong attention.”

The kettle started to whistle, and as I reached for it my hands shook nearly too much to grab the handle. I could try to throw it at him, drench him in boiling water, but it’d be no use. He was faster than I was, and always a few steps ahead. How had he brought me to this in a mere 4 days?

Still standing behind me, he took the kettle from my hand as soon as I lifted it and set it to the side.

“Please don’t,” my voice came out small and weak; exactly how I felt.

“Don’t what, Miss y/n” Pariston cooed, taking my hands and placing them on the counter, “Should I not correct you when your behavior is inappropriate?”

With the last word he pressed his hips against me. The irony of this action wasn’t lost on me. I didn’t dare to move.

“Well? Should I not?”

Of course he wanted a verbal answer. He needed total humiliation, so I nodded, voice shaking, “you should.”

He gently applied pressure to my hands, an indication to not move them from where he put them, and brought his to my run along my hips. He traced his fingers delicately down to my skirt’s hemline, and I as much as I fought to hold back tears my lip couldn’t help but quiver. Would this finally be it? His touch got more and more bold every passing day.

As if to answer my thought, cheek pressed to mine, he quickly and roughly pulled my skirt upwards, exposing me. He slid his fingers under the band of my black lace pantie, sliding them down off my hips and letting them drop to the floor. When I bought them it was because of the confidence they gave me, but now they filled me with nothing but shame.

“Someone could come in,” my voice quivered.

“Perhaps you should have thought of that,” he whispered, “before showing so much of yourself off. Is this that different from how you’ve been walking around the office today? Hmm?”

A tear slid out, “no.”

“Don’t worry, darling,” he kissed my cheek where the tear had rolled down, “the door is locked. We’re all alone. No one will interrupt your correction and embarrass you.”

My heart sank; struck with more fear than comfort. A part of me desperately wanted someone to see what he was doing to me and intervene. He was getting what he wanted. Fear.

He ground his hips against me again, but this time he was hard. “Pick your panties up,” he commanded, stepping back.

I stepped out of them, my whole body shaking while I tried to pick them up, fumbling and dropping them before bunching them in my fist and standing back up.

“Turn around,” his voice came out sweet.

I did, keeping my eyes to the floor. 

“That’s not good,” he said, tilting my face up. His smile, and the glimmer in his eyes, were so real. This was his truest self. “You should thank me for correcting you.”

He raised his eyebrows, waiting. Another tear slid down. I just wanted this to end.

“Th-,” I took a deep breath and composed myself the best I could. “Thank you.”

His smiled widened and he leaned in to kiss my forehead, then pressing his to mine. Gently, he traced his fingers in circles on my bare hips.

“What on earth would you do without me to guide you?” His slipped his fingers to the hem of my skirt and gently pulled it back in place. He reached to my panties that were still clenched in my fist, taking them, folding them nicely, and slipping them into the inner pocket of his suit. “I’ll return these to you at the end of the day when I feel like you’ve properly learned your lesson, Miss y/n. Does this seem suitable to you.”

My breath shook, but it was over. “Yes.”

“Excellent,” he said, giving me his best ‘winning’ smile. “Now, I’ll take my tea in my office. Have it prepared before my meeting.”

I stood there, unmoving, while he walked to the exit. ‘It’s my last day,’ I told myself. ‘I’ll go back to my old position and never have to see him again, and I’ll be able to move on with my life.’

“By the way, Miss y/n” Pariston called, one hand on the doorknob and his smile shadowed with deviousness, “I’ve been having such a lovely time mentoring you, so I’ve asked for the paperwork to keep you as a personal assistant once my secretary returns. At the end of the day I’ll have the papers for you to sign. Perhaps over dinner?” His hand touched the outside of his suit coat where my panties were being kept.

I nodded, holding in the desperate scream that begged to leave my chest as the world fell from around me.

“Wonderful. I look forward to more time together.”

The door shut behind him and I came undone; dropping to the floor in uncontrollable sobs. I couldn’t take more of this. He wouldn’t be satisfied until I begged for death, and then he’d be sure to keep me alive longer just to make sure I knew how much lower he could push me. Broken wasn’t enough, he wanted to destroy me.

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Feather Preening

Fic Request: Reader x Natelight where the reader is grooming the Angel’s moulting wings. Soothing the soreness from the growing feathers.

“I think I’m just going to have to lock you in a room. Less mess to clean up.” You teased as you picked up yet another long purple feather off the floor.  Smiling sadly when Natelight groaned from the other room. A whimper of an apology following the sound as you wandered into the bedroom. 

Your poor lover was laying on his stomach. Face-planted into a pillow with his wings outstretched across the huge bed.  They twitched and shuffled against the blankets. Looking very untidy with all the old feathers slowly being pushed and replaced with newer, fluffier looking feathers.  You had to admit though, the different shades of violet and purple were beautiful. But you hated how uncomfortable Natelight’s moulting seemed to be. 

“Do you need anything? Another heat back for your back?” You asked as you stepped into the room.  You sat by his head, keeping away from his wings encase your touch or shift in the mattress caused any more discomfort.

NateLight turned his head to look at you. He looked exhausted. The first day of the new feathers was always the worse. And he hadn’t slept at all the night before because of the cramps and soreness.  He’s already had his dose of painkillers. And any more was probably a bad thing. Heat packs worked, but were temporary since they cooled quite quickly.

“Thanks love, but I’ll be ok. Another few days and I’ll be free of this torment.” Natelight said. Flashing you his cutest smile, before collapsing back into the pillow with a mellow dramatic groan. 

“I could give you a back rub? I know how much they help.” You suggested. But you didn’t dare reach out to touch him without permission.  Last time you did, your gentle fingers apparently gave him a spasm of cramps along his wings.  So now, you waited for his say so. And only went by his instructions. 

“Actually...” Came Natelight’s muffled reply from the pillow. “Could you get something from the dresser? It’s in the little wooden box next to the mirror.” 

You frowned. Knowing exactly what box that was.  It was full of Natelight’s Angelic possessions. Things given to him by other Lights of egos, and some created by his power.  You never looked in there. Even when you were curious. But it was Natelight’s special box; and you didn’t want to intrude. 

You nodded and went to the dresser, lifting up the box lid and you were surprised to find it empty. Apart from a thick comb like brush. The bristled were golden and the handle was thin, but felt heavy when you lifted it up and out of the box.  You returned to Natelight’s side, offering him the brush. But Natelight only shook his head.  Smiling at you softly as he shifted his arms to cradle the pillow under his cheek. Supporting himself more as he looked up at you. 

“I...uh...want you to brush my feathers.” Natelight murmured. A light blush covering his cheeks as you stared at him. “The brush is easy to use. Just like brushing your hair. But be gentle. The bristle are soft but the new growths are sensitive. It helps them grow and loosen the older feathers. And... it feels really nice.” 

This was a big deal!  You knew how sensitive a Light!ego’s wings were. They were the source of their power, and gave them the gift of flight. And in turn, it was one of the most precious things about them.  Natelight hugged you and wrapped his wings around you all the time. But you very rarely got to touch them apart from gentle, brief caresses. But to actually be responsible for grooming them, it was a huge deal. 

“A-Are you sure?” You asked. Despite the swell of excitement in you. “I don’t want to hurt you even more. Maybe you should do it.” 

Natelight chuckled softly. And leaned up to press a kiss against your cheek. “I trust you, (y/n). Please? It really hurts and I’m too tired to brush them myself.”

You bit your lip, and nodded.  Natelight smiled and shifted on the bed to make room for you. Which wasn’t much. But he gave you enough room to sit by his right wing and lay it over your legs.  You weren’t quite sure where to begin. And you held the brush tightly in your hand.  Natelight had said it helped with growth and aided the older feathers more. So you started around the fluffier part of his wing. The bristled glided over the feathers smoothly. You felt small tugs against the brush, but a content sigh from Natelight confirmed that it wasn’t hurting him. Only giving him some comfort.  You continued slowly. Being mindful of the patches of new growth that was surrounded by pink skin. It looked painful. But Natelight had explained that was normal. 

With each stroke of the brush, the older feather came loose and fluttered to the floor. You had to stop a few times to pluck out the smaller ones that got caught in the brushes bristles.  Beside you, Natelight hummed and murmured soft encouragements to you. Thanking you in a hush tone for helping him.  His eyes fluttered close, and the longer you spent brushing his feathers, the quicker Natelight fell into sleep.  His tiny snores made you smile. And you were glad he was getting some rest. You continued to groom him. De-fluffing his wings of the crooked and faded feathers. Allowing you to see the shiner, more pristine newer ones that were hidden underneath. 

Your Angel was going to glow with all the bright colours when he’s done moulting. You’ve been with him before when he went through this. But being the one to take care of his wings made you practically glow with adoration and giddiness.  He trusted you enough to touch his wings!!

“Hmm, sorry, darlin’. I slipped off.” Natelight grumbled. His voice gruff with sleep as he turned his head to look at his wing.  You had just finished with the right one and moved over to his left side. The shift in the bed was what stirred him from sleep. And his smile said it all.  He was proud of what you’ve done. 

“Look at that. I look gorgeous.” Natelight murmured. Shuffling his right wing a little as a test. unfortunately, the movement caused a gust of wind to disturb your perfectly placed pile of brushed feathers. And the room was sudden swallowed in a storm of light purple feathers. 

“Oops... sorry, love.” Natelight winced. Looking at you with big puppy, apologetic eyes. 

You sighed and shook your head. Pretending to be very mad at him for what he did. “You are cleaning that up as soon as I finish with you, mister.” 

“Yes, ma’me.” Natelight replied. Looking like a scolded child as he leaned over and kissed the back of your hand. “I love you. Thank you for doing this.” 

“Thank you for trusting me.” You replied. Smiling as you began to groom his wing.

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Paparazzi (J.A.)

Prompt: Requested by anonymous for a friend. (I’m sorry, I lost the ask so I came up with this without the prompt)

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Daughter!Reader, slight Thomas Padalecki x reader

Words: 3193

Warnings: cursing, Paparazzi, panic, anxiety

Notes: I may or may not have been reading a lot of fics about the daughter/dad relationship between Jensen and his daughter, the reader. For the purposes of this story, Thomas is 17, Shep is 10 and Odette is 5. JJ is 8, Arrow and Zep are 4. Maison is 13 and West is 16. Obviously I’m changing the years of birth :)

Part 2

Ever since you could remember, you had been put in the spotlight. Your father, Jensen Ackles, was a huge star in the show Supernatural and everyone wanted to know about his personal life...and that included you. Not to mention that you had a weird family from the cast of Supernatural. You had your Uncles Jared, Misha, Jim, and so on. You had you Aunts Ruth, Kim, and so on.

The nice thing was that you could shield your younger siblings from the paps. You could almost make their life normal. You were the oldest, you could grab all of the attention in the room in order to keep your siblings at a safe distance from those who would try to get too close to your younger siblings.

You weren’t Danneel child biologically. You did call her mom, though. Your mother had dropped you off at Jensen’s when you were just a baby. That had been eighteen years ago. You’d met Danneel in 2007. It had been a while since your father had met someone and you knew he was seeing someone, but you hadn’t gotten to meet her until about a year after they had started dating. You were seven at the time and loved her instantly. When you turned nine, Danneel and your father were expecting their first child and you finally got your wish for a little sister. When you turned thirteen, you got two more siblings and you loved them all unconditionally.

You would do anything for them. Which is why you were in your current situation. “You remember the store Mom went in, right JJ,” you asked her quickly.

“Yeah, the Victoria Secret store,” she replied.

“Good, take your brother and sister into the store and find Mom, okay? Tell her that we need to be leaving soon,” you gave your sister a tight smile, trying to keep calm.

You watched as they left through the back of the music store. You watched as some of the paps went to follow and you had to think fast. You started playing the piano in a rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody accompanied with the singing. That certainly drew the paps eyes. They swarmed you and you inwardly cringed. You hated singing and playing any instrument in front of anyone, let alone paparazzi.

As you finished the small segment of the song, you stood from the piano and tried to make your way out of the store, but there was no out. Your breath picked up slightly. You hated being trapped. The paps just kept shouting questions at you. Some of them on how you learned to play the piano and sing, others on very personal matters, others you couldn’t distinguish. “I need to go-please.”

You tried to push through the paps, but they kept pushing you back. “P-please, I need to leave. I have-I have to go,” you whispered.

They kept shouting questions and kept preventing you from leaving. Your breathing continued to get faster as tears started to prickle at your eyes. You don’t know how long it was until someone was pushing their way through the crown and putting an arm around your shoulder, shouting back at the paps and forcing his way through the waves of men and women trying to get a story.

Once you were a safe distance from the store, the person stopped walking. “Hey sweetheart, are you alright,” he asked.

“Daddy,” you buried your head in his chest and wrapped your arms around him tightly. He wrapped his arms around you just as tight, placing his chin on the top of your head and talking calmly to you.

“It’s okay, don’t work yourself up. I’m sorry they attacked you like that. I thought y’all would be fine for a couple of hours by yourselves,” he hugged you even closer, running a hand over your back in an attempt to ground you.

“They-they just came out of nowhere and I was-I was with JJ and the twins and I knew that they would be scared if they stayed and I told them find Mom and then some of the paps wanted to follow them so I had to distract them and then they just all crowded me and they wouldn’t let me out and they just kept coming and screaming at me,” you sobbed slightly, holding your dad tighter.

“I’m sorry baby. I should have been there sooner.”

“Are Mom and the kids okay,” you asked after a quiet moment.

“They are just fine. They’re waiting in the car. Dani’s worried about you,” your father responded, pulling away from you slightly. “Ready to go, kid?”

A couple of weeks passed and you were finally feeling less afraid of leaving the house. As you walked through the door of the house after your classes, you were met with an eight year old running into your legs followed by the four year olds stumbling over each other as they ran towards you. “Hello, what’s the occasion for you all to attack me the second I get in the house,” you raised an eyebrow at your parents as they rounded the corner with smiles on their faces.

“Mommy and Daddy can’t take us to the park and said that maybe you could! They have work,” Arrow smiles up at you.

You chuckle but nod. “Hmm, I’ll have to check my schedule. Let’s see, I did have that scheduled tickle monster attack for my siblings at 3 PM, but I guess I could bump that up in order to take y’all to the park, Munchkin,” you raced towards JJ and picked her up, tickling her relentlessly.

“No, stop it! (Y/N),” she whined. You laughed and put her down.

You turned to your parents and smiled, “when should I be expecting y’all back?”

“We will be going to dinner at Jared’s house around seven. Do you think you could bring your siblings over? Dani and I will be coming directly from work.”

“Sure, Dad. We’ll go to the park, maybe get a light snack and either do something in town or come back here until it’s time to come over for Dinner,” you stated.

“Great, thanks baby, you’re the best,” he responded, placing a kiss on your head and doing the same to your siblings.

“Really, you’re amazing. I don’t know what we would do without you,” Dani added as she brought you into a huge hug while kissing the top of your head.

“Mom, it’s not a big deal. I love watching out for the little ones. They remind me of the energy I use to have and wish I could get back.”

“Don’t we all,” she responded.

“Alright, Miss JJ, I need to change and then we’ll head out. Help your brother and sister with their shoes,” you called out. An excited ‘okay’ was called back to you and you went to your room to change.

“JJ, don’t go to far away. I need to be able to keep an eye on you,” you called as you pushed the twins on the swings and JJ played around with a couple of the other kids at the park.

“Single mom,” the woman next to you asked.

You laughed slightly, “no, oldest sibling that only has two hands.”

“Think of it this way, the day you have your own family, it will come much easier after doing all of this now,” she responded, “and I’m speaking from experience.”

“I would hope so.”

JJ came running back over, “can we go get snacks,” she asked, face flushed from the running around she did.

“Yes, please (Y/N),” Arrow yelled, clapping her hands.

“Snacks,” Zep asked.

“Okay then, let’s go find a place to get something to tide you over to dinner.” You grabbed the twins hands and instructed JJ to walk close to you.

You walked a couple of blocks until you found a place to go. “How about we get ice cream? Just don’t tell Mom and Dad,” you winked at JJ.

“Yes,” the twins shouted. JJ nodded, bouncing on her feet. You decided to save yourself some trouble and sit the twins down with JJ in charge of making sure they don’t get up. You went to get the ice cream for the four of you.

You paid for the ice creams and sat a table. JJ took a huge bite out of her cone. You set your ice cream aside and get Zep and Arrow ready to eat theirs by trying to protect their clothes the best you could. Finally, you gave them the cups of ice cream and turned to yours, taking a bite. “Try not to get it on your clothes, Jay.”

You spent a couple of hours walking around town until it was about six twenty. “Okay, who wants to go see Uncle Jared and everyone else,” you asked. You got variation of happy sounds so you headed towards the house.

You were almost there when things turned sideways. You tried not to stop, but they swarmed you. You gave your phone to JJ with your dad’s number already dialed. You put had her get on your back. You put a twin on each hip and hugged them close and they returned the favor by burying into you. The second you heard one of the twins start crying, you lost it.

“HEY! BACK THE HELL UP, YOU ARE SCARING THE CHILDREN,” you yelled. The paparazzi went quiet, but you didn’t stop. “You guys would do anything to get a damn story and I’m fucking tired of it! There are better ways to get your stories than ganging up on people! Back the hell up and let me through or I swear to God it’s not going to be pretty,” you glared at the paps in front of you.

They moved slowly to let you through. JJ quietly handed your phone to you as you moved through the crowd who was slowly starting to get louder. “Dad, yeah. I’m three blocks away. Concord Street. Please hurry, I think they’re gonna start up again,” you quietly whispered through the phone.

Not only were the paps freaking your sibling out, but they were freaking you out, but you didn’t get to hide away from them because you were protecting your siblings. You sure as hell weren’t going to let them be even more freaked out by the jackasses.

You backed up from the paps-who were starting their shouting again. “You want a story? Why don’t you write about how paparazzi don’t understand the term ‘personal space’ or how the paparazzi are willing to scare the hell out of three children in order to try and get the juiciest story? I don’t care if you swarm me when I’m alone, but don’t you dare do it when I have my siblings with me! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

More questions were shouted your way and you ignored them. “You wonder why no one wants to talk to you and this is why. You take and take and take and never give back. You do anything for a story that isn’t even true. You twist the words and situations and you give bad reputations to people who deserve so much better than that. Fuck off and stop scaring my family,” you growled, chancing a look behind you to see your father, Jared, and Misha hurrying towards you.

You placed Arrow and Zep down and they ran to your father. You let Misha take JJ and Jared took care of you. Before you could completely walk away, you turned back and got out of Jared’s grip. “And another thing, why don’t you try being decent enough human beings to try and get the stories straight. Stop scaring the shit out of people and book an appointment to talk to someone. Or is that too complicated for you to follow? You should all be fucking ashamed of yourselves! You made children cry, you scarred them and for what? For me to yell at you? For me to yell at you and you to make up a story about how mentally unstable I am? To shine a bad rep on my family? Yeah you should be fucking ashamed,” you growled and let Jared lead you away.

You climbed into the car, biting your lip. All attempts to talk to you slowly died out once you got to Jared’s house. You quickly got out of the car and walked into the house. You bypassed Dani and the others, heading straight for a bathroom. You locked the door behind you and looked into the mirror. You hadn’t realized you’d started crying.

You wiped your tears and let out a couple of shaky breaths. You turned the sink on and splashed your face multiple times before wiping it off. You looked at your form in the mirror, seeing the shaking easily and you took a couple of deep breaths to calm down.

A knock shook you out of your head. “Just a minute,” you called out quietly.

“It’s Tom, open the door, Ackles.”

You debated for a minute before unlocking the door to let him in. He walked in, closing and locking the door behind him. You had sat leaning on the cabinet before Tom had turned to look at you. He joined you on the floor, sitting close enough so that the sides of your bodies barely touched.

It was quiet for a few minutes before Tom spoke. “They don’t know when to stop. They don’t know boundaries and they think that they can do anything. I’m scared of them too. I hate being in the spotlight. It’s okay to be afraid,” he stated.

You leaned a head on his shoulder and wrapped an arm around his waist, “I know...it’s just like they’ve been targeting me and Jay and Arrow and Zep and they freak me out but I can’t show that to my siblings or else they would be even more scared. So I push it back and handle it. Then it all catches up and it crashes down all at once,” you whispered back. Tom’s arm pulled you closer, his head resting on top of yours.

“It’s going to be okay. They’ll find someone else to chase after soon enough.”

“But they shouldn’t! It’s fucked what they’re doing and they know it. They made all three of my siblings cry today, Tom! That’s not alright,” you brought a hand to your face, wiping away your tears.

“I know that. Them making you cry isn’t alright either...but there’s not much we can do about it. We just have to keep moving on and making sure you and your siblings are alright.”

You sighed and nodded slightly. “Yeah...but I need a moment to pull myself together,” you responded.

“And I’m right here to help you get it together.”

Everyone had decided to stay at Jared’s for the night. He had plenty of rooms to share anyway. You couldn’t sleep though. The paparazzi swarm had really gotten to you. Slowly over dinner, you had forgotten about it, even if it was just for a little while, but now it was coming back full force.

You got yourself up from the bed and quietly made your way to the kitchen. You grabbed a glass and filled it with water. You sighed and leaned against the counter. “Couldn’t sleep,” Tom asked from the doorway. His tall frame was covered in shadows.

You shook your head. “My brain won’t shut off,” you whispered.

Tom walked into the kitchen and began getting things out from the cupboards. “I have an idea.”

You shook your head as Tom started putting ingredients into a bowl. “You are insane, Thomas Padalecki,” you laughed and started to help him.

You relaxed into the couch, Tom sitting beside you as you both were eating the cookies you’d made and were drinking the milk. “I’m surprised, they actually taste good,” you looked at Tom.

He fake gasped and placed a hand to his heart, “I’m offended. I am a wonderful cook and baker.”

“The last time you cooked, you burned the pasta.”

“That was one time,” he quietly exclaimed. He placed an arm over your shoulder and leaned further against the couch.

You relaxed even more against him, feeling sleep pull you in. “Thanks for this, Tom. You didn’t have to stay and put up with me,” you yawned.

“I’d do anything to see that beautiful smile on your face,” he responded as you fell into the arms of sleep.

You slowly woke to the sound of muttering voices. As you slowly became aware of everything around you, you felt the arm around your waist. You could also feel the mattress below you moving….wait, that wasn’t a mattress. You opened your eyes and squinted at the light. Somehow during the night, you and Tom had moved to lay fully onto the couch with you on top of Tom.

The voices got slightly louder as they entered from another room. “We should wake them up,” your father stated.

“It looks like they had a long night, Jens, let them sleep,” Gen replied.

“Yeah, let them sleep,” Tom’s chest rumbled under you. His voice was deeper from lack of use. His arm around you tightened slightly as he started to doze off again.

You flushed slightly and bit your lip. “You should see your faces,” Misha lost it. Curious, you looked over the couch to where your father and Jared had varying degrees of shock, excitement, and amusement on their faces.

“Your faces are kind of funny,” you mumbled and placed your head back on Tom’s chest, feeling the tiredness sink in again.

“Oh no you don’t,” your father responded. “Time to go (Y/N).”

“I don’t want to,” you grumbled and snuggled more into Tom’s chest, wishing to go back to sleep. You heard multiple choked laughs at the response. You assumed your father was giving them a look that made them try to be serious.

“Tom, (Y/N) needs to go,” Misha stated.

“No,” he responded.

You laughed quietly. “We can do this again sometime. We can talk later,” you whispered, not really wanting to make your father angry.

Tom made a sad noise but his arm slowly released you. He sighed and sat up. Because you were on his chest, you went with him. “Hello there,” he smirked as your faces were inches from each other.

“H-Hey. Um, I have to-I’ve got to g-go,” you quickly got off Tom and leaned down to give him an awkward hug. “Talk to you later,” you rushed.

“Yeah,” he smiled genuinely. “Maybe next time we won’t be so rudely interrupted,” he smirked.

Your face flushed even redder and you made a couple of unintelligible sounds. “I-uh-I d-don’t think-that’s not-I-bye Tom,” you stuttered and hurried out of the room, catching small glimpses of the adults’ faces. Most were close to cracking up. Jared had a proud but amused look on his face and Jensen’s was stone hard. This was going to be a fun ride home.

Supernaturalites

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I'm living for your carolmaria/captain marvel reblogs rn. And since you're one of my fav writers from the bechloe fandom. I cant help but feel excited if you do ever write a fic for them (which ofc you dont have to if you dont want to) . But I still love it.

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[A/N: This is so bad and so short because I don’t really know their dynamic well. But I’m sure if I keep at it, it will get better!] 

Caroldidn’t notice it at first. She thought it had somethingto do with the fact that the washer and dryer were in the basement. Under thestairs and two the right of any of the old boxes that they stored in the hotroom. She hated going down there, and always forgot a laundry basket. Shirtshad a tendency to fall between the steps.

But then it became more frequent.

She would lose whole stacks of t-shirts and flannelsthat sure as hell couldn’t just fall behind the washing machine. Not evenbehind the stairs. Carol didn’t’ pack much when she traveled and packed even less when she came home. But atthis point- she figured something otherworldly was actually eating her clothes.

Carol didn’t’ think too much of it, the cloying Louisianaheat took president as she leaned against the table, eyes scanning against thepaper in front of her. The words were shaded where the ink had leaked from themoisture of the day. A thin sweat prickled at her skin. Still, she would nevermiss breakfast with Maria.

Not with the way her hair looked when she had justwoken up, how sleepy her features were as exhaustion still clung to her face. Shewas grumpy in the morning but would occasionally smile before calling up the stairsto Monica. It usually took two or three tries before they got a grumbled responseand she dragged herself towards the prospect of food.  

“Hey, babe?”

“Hmm?”

“Have you seen my t-shirt from the county fair?”

Maria flicked her honey eyes up from the bowl offrosted flakes that she was scooping through. She had stopped the spoon halfwayto her mouth, the milk plopping down with a loud thump. The fair would comeinto town every year or so- it had poorly constructed rides and the air wouldthicken with the scent of a funnel cake (which Carol had never even tried untilshe split one with Monica and promptly lost it again after a few rides on thetilt-o-whirl.)

She had won a t-shirt in a game where get four ballsand try to knock down these cartoon clowns that did nothing but mock you. Theywere infuriating, but Carol had the best aim. She knocked down all seven on thefirst try and walked away with a shirt that had the year and name of the very fairshe had conned.

“No, not at all, I thought you washed it.”

“It’s missing.”

Maria snorted and grinned “or misplaced.”

Carol lowered the paper and lifted an eyebrow. Shestared at her girlfriend, the woman who dipped the tip of the spoon in the milkand lilted her head to the side. She stared her down, wearing one of Carol’sshirts as they ate. It was one from last night, both of them opting to skipgetting fully dressed (As long as everything was covered) on this lazy Sunday.

“I have lost half my wardrobe since last month,”

“You’re forgetful?”

“I beg to differ if I were forgetful then the worldwould be a flaming mess and I wouldn’teven have a t-shirt to lose.”

“Which is you implying?”

“Mm,” Carol swallowed back the sour taste from her owncereal back. “You stole it.”

Maria laughed and it was a soft sound that counteredthe wind chimes rattling on the front porch. Carol was grateful for the breeze andstraightened the smirk on her lips. She rose the paper back up the stare and couldn’treally focus on the words anymore. She didn’t have to- not long before a handlowered it back down gently.

“If I wanted your shirts, I would ask.”

“or you would be sneaky and-“

The sound of heavy feet coming down the stairs haltedtheir conversation, both of them shooting their stairs towards the walkway. Monicatrudging with tired eyes and a t-shirt on that was way too big for her tiny frame.She stopped, rubbed her hand against her cheek and stared at the two ofthem.  

“what?” She asked voice exhausted as her eyesnarrowed.

“Nothing,” Carol sounded out “Come have somebreakfast.”

[heycasbutt]

From the Beginning

A/N: This is my first attempt at Dom MGG, requested by @princesswagger15, and also i decided to try my hand at it since my Dom Spence fic was so well received. i was hesitant about this one, but I really honest to God hope you love it as much as I do. This one focuses on ageplay, and it’s more of a Daddy Dom/Little Girl type situation. It was inspired by @dontshootmespence ‘s Long Shot Series-which is amazing and every one of you should check it out. 

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Age Play. No actual sex occurs in this one, but there is some fingering and spanking so don’t say i didn’t warn you. 

Enjoy!!!

You had become enamored with Matthew since he walked into the coffee shop where you worked when you were 16. He came in daily that summer and always ordered the same thing. A large black coffee, and a blueberry scone. By the third day you had his order memorized and had it waiting for him.

It was 2 years before he officially asked you on a date. You had grown close during your encounters at the coffee shop. You’d sit with him during your breaks and talk about classic literature. Chaucer, Jane Austen, Edgar Allen Poe, Ray Bradbury-your personal favorite. Being nearly 18 years your senior, Matthew was hesitant to pursue a relationship with you, and you understood. So you told him to wait till your 18th birthday, then you’d be in the clear. Nothing to worry about. So he did just that. Technically he took you on your first real date the night before your 18th birthday, but he didn’t kiss you until he took you home just after midnight. 3 days later you graduated from high school and he asked you to be his girlfriend to which you wholeheartedly accepted. He took you to dinner again that night and later you made love for the first time in his living room.

At 19, you were moved in with Matthew, content in life, and almost done with your sophomore year of college. Matthew insisted you let him put you through and you vehemently rejected having saved every penny you could since you were 5-in addition to getting a small scholarship that put you through your freshman year. But of course, he couldn’t listen and you found that out when your first bill arrived for your sophomore year and said your semester’s tuition had been paid in full. You called the school wondering who had paid it and the sweet lady on the other line, her name was Tanya told you your husband had done it. You thanked her and hung up the phone, stalking across the house to find the offending figure of Matthew. When you found him, he was sitting in the garden, reading a book, a picnic laid out in front of him.

“What’s this?” You asked coming to sit by him. He just smiled and pulled you close.

“Shemar once told me that it takes about 3-5 business days to fall in love. Anything faster than that is faster than Amazon Prime and that’s just unrealistic. But I knew I loved you from the first day I met you in that coffee shop. I knew that my life had come full circle and was complete when I took you on that first date and kissed you. I knew that I loved you when I watched you graduate and then we made love that night, the first night of many thank God!” Matthew chuckled softly. He produced a small box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a simplistic but gorgeous engagement ring. You gasped softly and before Matthew could even ask you to marry him, you had pinned him to the ground and began kissing him hungrily.

“I take that as a yes?” Matthew laughed and kissed you again sliding the ring on your finger. You nodded with another smile as Matthew stood up and carried you into the house.

You eloped 3 weeks later at a courthouse in Pasadena. Shemar and A.J. were the only ones there to witness the ceremony. Your parents had all but disowned you after finding out you were dating someone nearly old enough to be your father and Matthew’s parents were of the same mindset, not too happy their boy was dating a girl fresh out of high school. But that didn’t stop either of you, You smiled the biggest, dorkiest smile you’d smiled in years when you slid the gold band on Matthew’s finger and officially made him yours.

Now you were 20, a Gubler, and happier than you had been in your whole life. It was quickly approaching your wedding anniversary with Matthew and he was due home any minute. You took extra care to change the bedsheets to the deep burgundy silk ones that Matthew loved. You fluffed all the pillows and covered them in silk pillow cases before placing the large white duvet back on the bed and situating the decorative pillows. You had cleaned every inch of the house, and prepared Matthew’s favorite meal, your grandmother’s lasagna. You still couldn’t legally drink but that didn’t stop Matthew from keeping a few bottles of wine in the house for dinners like these. A red wine you had received as a wedding gift had been chilling in an ice bucket when the lock on the front door sounded and your favorite person in the universe stepped through.

“Hey you,” Matthew muttered against your lips as he kissed you over and over again. He had only been gone a week, but Skyping just wasn’t as good as having the real thing.

You ran your hands through his hair and smiled as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. You peppered kisses along his neck and popped open the top two buttons on his shirt.

“Much better,” You cooed in his ear as he slowly backed you against the wall.

“Dinner will get cold,” You reminded him as you tugged on his hair. His stomach growled loudly and you both laughed rather loudly at the interruption.

“Let’s eat then. I want to talk to you about something,” Matthew said releasing you from his grip. You made your way into the kitchen and spooned up some of the hot food for Matthew and yourself. Pouring you both a glass of wine, you sat at the small kitchen table.

“Alright. Go for it, Matthew,” you smiled as you took a small bite of food.

“So, you know how I’m nearly 18 years older than you?” Matthew smirked taking a sip of wine and leaning back.

“Yes...” You replied tentatively.

“So I was doing some research and reading on the flight home and I thought maybe we could try something in the bedroom,” Matthew looked down shyly and your mind started spinning with all the possibilities.

“What is it?” You asked walking around the table and sitting on his lap. The food long forgotten now.

“I was thinking how sexy it would be if you were my little girl” He kissed your shoulder “And I was your daddy..” Matthew trailed kisses up to your neck and began sucking softly eliciting a delicious moan from deep inside you.

“Oh daddy, I’d love that,” You groaned again, gripping his knee. His hands traveled up to your breasts and kneaded them gently.

“Now, while daddy has been gone, have you been a good girl? Have you touched your sweet little pussy and thought about daddy?” Matthew cooed in your ear. You felt all the blood pool in your nether regions and you thought you were going to explode.

“Yes daddy. Every night. I missed your hard, thick cock thrusting in and out of me making me scream,” You moaned breathlessly. One of Matthew’s hands had made its way up your skirt and he was lazily circling your clit. Your breath hitched in your throat and a low guttural moan came forth.

“Well, the rules are going to change my sweet baby girl,” Matthew said picking you up and carrying you bridal style to the bedroom. You squealed in anticipation of what was to come.

He laid you softly on to the large bed and kissed down to the swell of your breasts.

“God you’re gorgeous,” Matthew moaned as he slid your shirt and bra off, his lips attaching to one peaked nipple. You moaned and knotted your fingers in his delicious locks.

“Let go,” Matthew cautioned as he lightly dragged the tip of his tongue between the valley of your breasts.

“But daddy...” You moaned and bucked your hips against him. He pinned your hips to the bed and got closer, a fire flickered behind his eyes.

“I said. No. You are my sweet little girl and my naughty little slut and you do what daddy tells you to do when daddy tells you to do it. Do I make myself fucking clear?” He growled and nipped at your ear. You groaned as he enveloped your lips in a heated sensual kiss.

“Oh yes,” You groaned in his ear, desperate for any sort of friction between your legs. As quick as the words escaped your lips, Matthew had pulled you upright and grabbed your ass.

“What the fuck did you say?” He whispered low and huskily to you. You knew what would happen if you lied but you took your chances anyways.

“Oh yes,” You repeated more breathily and sensuous than before. Before you could see the reaction on Matthew’s face, a hand came and whacked you on the ass. You squealed and then let out a small moan.

“Do you like that? Do you like when Daddy punishes you for being the naughty girl that you are?” Matthew crooned into your ear, his sex voice always sent pleasurable shivers up your spine.

“Y-Yes Daddy,” A loud moan escaped your lips as Matthew pushed you onto all fours and slid 2 long fingers into your slick center.

“Good girl, you’re so wet. Is that all for Daddy, hmm?” Matthew trailed a finger down your spine, making you shiver. You arched your back into him and grunted in reply.

“I didn’t hear that, girl,” Matthew commanded, slapping your ass again. The sensation sending you face first onto the bed. You were flipped over onto your back and Matthew kissed and nipped along your collarbone as he slid 2 fingers back into you and rubbed your clit with his thumb.

“Yes Daddy, it’s all for you,” You whined softly and reached for Matthew’s head to push him further down your body.

“That’s more like it. Are you going to come for daddy?” Matthew growled in your ear and shoved his fingers deeper inside you. His thumb rubbed feverishly on your clit, you could feel the ecstasy building within you and you cried out in pleasure. Matthew groaned and sucked roughly on your hardened nipple. Your walls clenched around his fingers as you rode out the first waves of your orgasm.

“Oh my fuck, Matthew!” You cried and buried your fingers in his hair. Your orgasm slowly subsided and Matthew tenderly pulled his fingers out of your center. Making eye contact with you, he sucked the remnants of your ecstasy from his fingers.

“You’re such a fucking slut. But, you’re my slut, understand,” Matthew whispered into your ear and then kissed you softly.

“Yes, Daddy,” You nodded with a smile and kissed him again. Pulling away slightly, you pursed your lips in thought, “But, can we make love now? Just as Matthew and Y/N?” You asked innocently, as you scraped your nails up his still clothed chest.

“No,” Matthew said firmly and got up walking into the en suite.

“But-“You called after him.

“Patience my little girl. Good things come to those who wait,” Matthew said coming to stand in the doorway of the bathroom, his shirt hanging open.

The ever elusive ‘They’ always said Patience is a virtue, but tonight, you weren’t feeling like such a virtuous woman.

[persoda]

8 things I'd like to know better:

was tagged by @vagabond1925 I like doing these but I never have anyone to tag lmao

One-name/alias: Fisk

Two-birthday: April 3rd

Three-zodiac sign: Aries

Four-height: I'm 5'4"

Five-hobbies: drawing, gaming, watching movies, buying clothes I don't actually need, trying to catch up on fics lmao

Six-favorite colors: real! and soft pinks, and blues.. I've been favoring yellow lately.. that nice muted yellow on some shirts is to die for rn.. but I'm not a big fan of the mustard yellow, it looks ugly to me. and I like cream

Seven-favorite books: I dont read a lot, and all I have are manga recs.. but they're like a decade old probably more and usually one have 2 volumes.. uhh oh! the first warriors series, it was the first series I fell in love with. still cant bring myself to sit down and read the rest of it tho. haha

Eight-last song listened to: Face by Woosung

Nine-last film watched: hmm, I dont remember.. the only thing that comes to mind is Spiderverse but that was weeks ago and I've certainly watched other movies since then

Ten-inspiration for muse: most of my art involves my ocs, I never draw them whoops. it either comes from things that happen during the day or from others art, and by that I mean I try to match the feel a certain piece makes me feel.. idk how well it ever comes off but I try

Eleven-dream job: oh man, I havent thought about this at all mostly because I feel like I'm gonna be stuck working as a cashier for the rest of my life.. hmm I'd have to say owning a craft shop, or something similar.

Twelve-meaning behind your url: so, when i first go into the persona series whem I was playing through p3 again at the beginning when the protag would first summons Orpheus and says per-so-na, all I was hearing was per-so-da. and when I first came to tumblr this was my choice of branding, I've been persoda from the beginning of my time here.

sorry I dont have anyone to tag or feel like i can tag ;;

[hazeltears94]

Loki convo with Reader

\Just a chapter in a fan fic I'm contemplating let me know if it intrests you/

FAST SUMMARY :

(You and loki have history since childhood , things happened and you were separated for awhile with hard feelings both ways. Youve been brought together again in attempt to work together. Loki wants to have you to himself but youve been tricked before. )

Determined to make it to my quarters before he could reach me proved to be more troublesome than I realized. I could hear his long determined strides behind me in the long narrow corridor that housed the bunk bays of the Quinjet. 

Just a little farther and I would be securely locked behind mine , safe and secure from.. 

“Oh for God’s sake I know you hear me (Y/N) !” he growled. I blew out a harsh breath and responded to the owner of the curt tone. 

“Just leave me be Loki” I pleaded still facing my bay door hoping to be in the small bed behind it in the next few minutes. This day from hell would just not end, I had been assigned to assist in the search and recovery mission of an unknown assassin the Avengers had failed to haul in. At Thor’s request for assistance I relented to travel along with his comrades which called themselves The Avengers in search of said danger.

 I had been no sooner introduced to the one whom calls himself Iron-Man when he questions Thor’s decision to bring me in on the mission. I decided to show him my worth of being here and ability to protect myself. I had pinned him down swiftly without a scratch but did not anticipate the reinforcements that came to his aid . All at once I was being thrown against the wall of the training hall. Though Iron-Man apologized for not un-syncing his robots to a distress call I could tell he was pleased I had been shown up a bit by his inventions. 

I tried to rush and push my way into my small quarters without further interruptions when a hand shot out and pulled it shut again. Ah Yes we could not end this day without a little more banter from the God of lies and Mischief;

 Loki Odinson ,Laufeyson? I wasn't sure which he was going by these days and at this moment I decided I didn't really care. Thor had left out the smallest detail that this certain person would also be on this planet, with this mission and in my hair apparently. He had been watching my spat with the Iron-Man and when I had been throttled to the other side of the training arena he was the one who had literally disarmed the sentry robot protecting its creator from harm. I still shook spots from my vision when I saw a dark figure rip the arms from the metal warrior. All the poor machine could do was whir down as it was ripped to shreds. Iron-Man was non too pleased to have one of his metal army destroyed. It was then I discovered my savior was Loki. 

“You are avoiding me (Y/N)”  he simply stated . 

Annoyed, I rolled my eyes up to the ceiling and wondered why he couldn't leave well enough alone. He eyed me warily as he had in the training arena when he asked if I was alright. I stared up at him and tried to reason with myself as to what he was doing here and why Thor had omitted this . 

“You were always the clever one “ I replied ,sarcasm dripping heavily from my words. He had shown concern for my well-being , but I had not wanted to show weakness to any new or old acquaintances; least of all him. I dared a glare at him under my brows trying to look as displeased as I felt in that moment. He seemed utterly unfazed. 

“Just tell me , Are you hurt ?” he let loose the door and turned me towards him

Too soon to show bruising but I could feel the tender places in which I would never admit to out loud. 

“You don't need to concern yourself with me, I can manage on my own”  standing as tall as I could I still only managed to reach the bottom of his pointed chin. His hair was still raven black but he wore it longer than she remembered , it now brushed his shoulders and curled slightly more. He wore his battle armour with its thick black leather with forest green leather work woven through. A gold bangle graced its way across the span of his chest and touched his shoulders as more dark leather encompassed his arms. 

"No one is allowed to hurt you" he bit out

"Except you " she whispered

He drew back from her side studying her with a varying of emotions crossing his features; then he settled on a sleek smile that he knew infuriated her. So much looked different, hardened features where there was once only laughter but when he smiled, she recognized the boy she had grown up with 

"Yes except me" he smirked

"Because if im the only one to hurt you , it means I'm the only one you care enough to let that happen"

"Hmm.." You slowly drew away from him anger coursed through you. You steeled your gaze up at him crossed your arms across your chest and raised a brow at his cocky face. It looked like you had no other choice but to hash this out now in this small hallway where anyone would be privy to listen, Gods be with her. 

"You find pleasure when I am hurt by the person I allow " narrowing your eyes 

Loki huffs a laugh " It means you love me dear" seeming pleased with his logic he steps toward you and places a hand on your waist to drag you closer

Even angry with him and his wrong assumptions you cant stop the feeling this man stirs in you; God of mischief indeed. Trying to regain your composure internally you remain stoic outwardly. " No loki. .. " and you shove him back keeping your hand there at his chest almost bracing yourself for the next truth never meeting his gaze you stare at your hand; "it means you dont love me"

Lowering your hand you will it not to shake as you lower your head, but he catches your hand and squeezes it softly. You could feel it , the electricity , the excitement all the unused pent up emotions that never got to play out still lingered there between you. 

Sensing your intake of breath and if he couldnt already feel your racing pulse you'd swear he could hear it. You still refused to meet his eyes knowing the bit of pride you had left would vanish

He pulls you close again only a breath away from your face and he whispers "You still love me, there's little use in denying it little one" you're losing your battle at remembering why you're trying so hard to stop all this. Especially when he starts an electrifying trail of kisses from your cheek to your neck. Needing to stop this dangerous encounter fast before your will or knees give way

"Arent we smug " you breathe out but there's no harshness behind it. He's got you pinned against the wall hands at your sides finrly holding you in place while he sets you on fire with his lips . He leans back only far enough to look at your face before that same damnable smirk comes back

"Stop it (Y/N) . I want to hear you say it " he demands softly. His grip on your arms has tightened only slightly and its a good thing because if not for him holding you up you arent sure you wouldn't be in a puddle on the floor. You hate how defenseless you are. "Why" you cut out . you're still angry but now its mostly at how he still had this effect on you after all this time.

He lets go of your arm and brings your face to meet his. There it was , green eyes that you used to love watch sparkle with mischief. Your childhood friend who had turned into something more ,something innocent but strong. And you still felt it after eveything he had said and done you still loved him.

"I just need to hear you say it" he has a look of almost sadness as he's begging you to bear Your soul to him all over again.

You slightly shake your head "No"

His brows crease in annoyance now "Must you be so stubborn, I've told you there is no use in denying me, do you think I am immune to your glances when you think I am otherwise distracted" shock played across your face oh no you thought you had gotten away with just a few curious looks at him. " You think you can hide your desire from me , I can feel it (Y/N) and I want it , so why persist in rejecting me" he was now glowering down on you but it wasn't fear you felt sizzling low in your abdomen.

Your last attempt to stop this madness before you just gave up and took a flying leap from your common senses .

"Because it didn't change anything last time I said it " now you were challenging him daring him to remember that day, when everything changed.

Softening his glare he broke eye contact to look down at your lips. Giving you a moment to recover from the intensity and find whatever good sense you might have left .

"That was many years ago , things are different now" quietly he spoke and still had not met your gaze. Lies.. your mind shouted.

He was still demanding all and giving nothing he would regret losing .

Such as his heart.

Yes things were different now but not him.

"No they arent" Steeling yourself against what your words would bring from him. You pulled yourself free from his grip. "You're still selfish, arrogant, and hellbent on self destruction without a care of who you hurt "

This seemed to also snap him out of his course of action. He stepped back until he was out of reach. When he looked up at you , it was the coldest feeling , emotionless he said " So you deny you love me"

His lips that had just drove you crazy with his smile and kisses were pressed into a hard thin line. Those eyes which you got easily lost in moments ago were cold voids that seemed to stare right through you now. As if you mattered nothing to him.

Two could play this game of lies you thought .

"Like you said, it was many years ago. " and with that you straightened and turned on your heel to make your retreat.

[the-everlasting-dream]

Playing Hooky - Drake x MC

Summary: Why go to work when Drake can spend all his time playing with his three adorable kids?

A/N: SEE I CAN WRITE HAPPY I’ve given you a LONG fluff fic in case anyone thought I was only able to write angst and sadness. Most of its dialogue but worth for the toothache you’ll get from all the sugary sweetness. 

See if you can spot a little cameo from someone familiar later on...

NB: Khoobsurat refers to a Bollywood movie starring Sonam Kapoor, the fc for Elizabeth. Trailer linked (ps there’s a broody prince whos super hot too!)

Word count: 8k its worth it I promise

Warnings: Slight implied NSFW at the very end. 

Darcy Rhea Walker: Top right, Avery Sonam Walker: Top middle, yes i poached random people’s kids as my fc okay dont judge Cameron Ishaan Jackson Walker: Bottom via our very own DDT’s wife’s ig. 

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TRR only: @speedyoperarascalparty , @carabeth , Drake: @fairydustandsarcasm

Monday

The first rays of sunlight had barely filtered through the curtains lining the master bedroom of the duchy of Atlantea when Drake Walker felt something soft and squishy collide against his chest. Or rather two somethings. One set of chubby hands grabbed at his face while another shook him vigorously. 

‘Daaaaaddy… Daddy wake uuuup.’ 

Fighting a smile, Drake feigned a huge snore and as he intended, soft giggles immediately filled the bedroom. 

 ‘Daddy you’re faking.’ 

 ‘No I’m not,’ he answered, eyes still closed.   

‘Daaaaa.’ That was the sound of a hungry two year old on the brink of throwing a whiny fit. 

He sighed internally, hoping for a couple moments more of sleep, before running a hand down his sleeping wife’s arm. ‘Your son is awake.’ 

Elizabeth barely moved. ‘Before 8am, he’s your son.’ 

‘Daaaadddyyyy we’re hungwy…’ That was his daughter now, she barely whined unless she was really hungry. 

 Forcing a grin onto his face — he didn’t really have to force it at all— Drake opened his eyes to find two dark heads perched on his chest. ‘Why I think a couple of monkeys found their way into my bed this morning,’ he began slowly, sitting up and creeping his hands towards his children. ‘Guess I’ll have to… catch them!’ 

He lunged forwards grabbing his two year old son Cameron and four year old daughter Avery in his arms, showering down a barrage of kisses and tickles onto their giggling faces. They were only interrupted by Elizabeth’s loud grunt of protest. 

 ‘Let’s leave Mummy to sleep and I’ll fix you two some breakfast hmm?’ Drake suggested, getting to his feet and taking his children by the hands. 

 Cameron glanced back at his mother’s sleeping form and stated as-a-matter-of-factly. ‘Mummy gwumpy.’ 

‘I heard that.'

Drake bit back a laugh. Elizabeth Richmond-Walker wasn’t known for her affinity with mornings but he didn’t mind. He was the one that usually got them ready for the day so she could get a few extra minutes of well deserved sleep. He loved having this special time with his kids, this bubble of calm before all the craziness of the day could begin.

‘C’mon little man,’ he tugged on Cam’s pudgy hand. ‘Let's go check on your big sister.’ 

Darcy Rhea Walker was in almost exactly the same position as her mother, spread out eagle flat on her tummy in her bed, eyes fastened shut. Drake took a moment to savour the sight, feeling a little nostalgic as he thought of the day they'd brought her home. She had been so tiny back then and look at her now… They’d have to get her a new bed in a few months, her legs would be hanging off this one soon, thanks to Liz and his tall genes. 

 Hoisting Cam onto his hip, he gently shook her with one hand, ‘Darcy.’ 

His first born remained motionless so he tried again, this time eliciting a groan of protest not unlike her mother’s earlier. 

 ‘Come on Darce,’ he cajoled, ‘Don’t make me let Cam at you. You know he’s just gonna jump on the bed until you wake up.’ 

‘Ugh Daaaaaad.’ His eldest child glared up at him. ‘Five more minutes?' 

‘Hah, I’m not falling for that one again squirt. Come on up, up. You’ve got that project today remember.’ 

 She finally relented, inching her way out of bed. ‘Ugh fine.’ 

Drake dropped a kiss on her head as she shuffled past him towards the bathroom. ‘Good. I’ll be downstairs making breakfast. Pancakes, your favourite. And don’t even think about getting back in bed young lady!’ he called over his shoulder. 

-

‘Here you go Avie,’ Drake smiled, passing a plate of freshly made pancakes to his daughter, flicking her nose as he did so. 

Avery had been their miracle baby.  She’d been born premature with cleft lip and palate and for while things were touch and go with her. Thankfully it certainly helped when your godfather was a literal king and Liam had kindly seen that she’d received the best medical care possible. Four years later and one corrective surgery later, all that was left of the surgery was a small scar where they’d fused her upper lip together, she’d probably have that for the rest of her life. 

It was all the more appropriate that her middle name, Sonam, meant gifted because she certainly was a gift to them. And she was quite gifted herself. At four years old, her drawings constantly littered the walls of her bedroom, playroom and both her parent’s offices and he could tell that the quiet, gentle girl had talent for music unlike anyone else her age. Drake couldn’t help but count his blessings for the most perfect little girl sitting before him

‘Thanks daddy,’ she chirped before digging in. 

‘My pleasure jelly bean,’ he couldn’t help a smile. ‘You’re getting better at that. I guess those visits to the speech path are paying off huh.’ 

Avery had barely nodded when Cam decided to spray his apple juice all across his high chair. In the time that he took to clean that up, Darcy materialised at the table, dressed in her uniform and Drake immediately set to doing her hair as she dug in to her breakfast. Despite Elizabeth's braiding lessons, he still had a way to go and had just secured her ponytail with a matching ribbon when his wife waltzed into the kitchen, dressed for her day of meetings.

‘Morning babe,’ he greeted his wife with a grin. ‘You’re looking well rested.’ 

She leaned in to give him a quick kiss. ‘Mmm no thanks to you last night.’ 

‘Hey you weren’t complaining at the time!’ 

‘Maybe,’ Elizabeth returned his grin as she stole a piece of pancake from his plate. ‘Are you ready Darcy girl? Your solar system project is already in the car and if we don’t leave in,’ she checked her watch. ‘2 minutes ago, we’re gonna be late.’ 

Darcy let out a yelp of surprised and shot up to get her shoes as Drake watched Liz shower kisses on her other two children. 

 ‘Good bye kiddos I’ll see you later. Drake babe, Nita will be here soon to bath Avery and Cam. I’ll pick up Darcy from school and bring her home.’ 

Drake caught his wife by the hips and pulled her close for a kiss. ‘You know I could stay at home and do all that.’ 

‘You could,’ Liz replied. ‘But you’ve got those meetings with Liam about the developments today remember?’ 

He groaned. ‘Yeah how could I forget.. I’m sure I could get out of them' 

‘Drake Walker don’t even think of playing hooky from work..’ His wife gave him a look before grabbing her bag. ‘Darcy! Car’s leaving in 30 seconds!’ She glanced back at Drake as she walked off. ‘I’m serious, don’t even think about it..’ 

Drake sighed and looked down at his kids currently having a mini food fight with bananas and syrup all over their face. ‘But you guys are adorable...' 

-

Eventually he had to leave for work and throughout the full day of meetings Drake couldn’t for the life of him get the image of Cameron and Avery attached to his legs, begging him not to go as he made to leave that morning. 

‘Say Liam,’ he caught his best friend as they exited the meeting room. ‘You guys can manage without me for the rest of the day right?’

The king of Cordonia frowned a little. ‘I mean I guess we could. After you secured that deal, I’m sure Bertrand’s got the rest of it handled. Something wrong at home?’ 

’Nah,’ Drake rubbed his neck sheepishly. ‘Its just… Cam and Avie looked so sad when I left this morning since I barely got to see them last week so I was thinking…' 

His best friend nodded, understanding shining in his blue eyes. ‘I get it. Go on. We’ve got this.’ Throwing a thank you across his shoulder, Drake took off in the direction of his car. 

  ‘- know baby but Daddy will be home late today. He’s got a very important meeting today.’ Drake heard his wife’s voice echo from their lounge room as he walked down the hallway. 

 ‘He worked all of last week,’ Darcy’s voice replied. 

‘An he’s neva home to play wif us!’ That was Avery now. 

 ‘Yeah, yeah, yeah,’ Cameron gurgled. 

 ‘I’ll see if we can call him to talk to him later okay,’ Liz tried to placate them as she entered out into the corridor almost colliding with her husband. Drake planted a deep kiss on her surprised lips and stepped into the lounge room. ‘Did someone call?’ 

 ‘DADDY!!’ 

Three bundles came rushing at his legs, wrapping themselves firmly around him as he let out a loud laugh. There was no meeting worth attending would ever replace the rush that he was experiencing. He heaved all three of them into his arms and spun them around as wide grins split their giggling faces. 

 ‘But Mummy said you were at work?’ Darcy queried. 

 ‘I know but I missed you munchkins so much I just had to come back early,’ Drake replied, setting them onto the floor again. ‘Now who wants to go on a picnic?’

-

They ended up having dinner out in the open wide estate of Atlantea, having ridden the horses down to the riverside. In the light of the dying sun, Elizabeth leaned into her husband as they watched the kids chased each other across the field. 

 ‘Do I wanna know what excuse you gave to Liam to be here?’ She asked dreamily, tracing lazy circles on his arm around her waist. 

Drake’s chest rumbled in laughter from where it was pressed against her back. ‘I told him the truth.’ 

’Sure.’ 

He shifted to look at her. 'Did you really think I’d lie to my best friend?’ 

‘You’re taking advantage of his fatherhood and Liv hasn’t even given birth yet,’ she quipped before snuggling in more. ‘But I’m glad you did.’ 

‘Daddy! Mummy! Look the fireflies are out!’ 

‘Guess that’s our cue to join them?’ Liz asked. 

 Drake pulled his wife to her feet. ‘Come on Mrs Walker, I bet I can catch more fireflies than you.’ 

She grinned. ‘You’re on.'

Tuesday

ACHOO!! 

A loud sneeze shook Drake out of sleep and his eyes flew wildly around the room to land on his wife who was currently in the bathroom, rubbing her nose furiously. 

 ‘I thig Ib sick,’ she mumbled, lowering the tissue to reveal her watering eyes and red nose. ‘My head hurds. Fuck I should hab listened to you bout wearing a jacket last night.’ 

‘I’d say I told you so but I have a feeling that would get me in even more trouble,’ he replied, coming up to her and receiving a glare. 

 ‘And Ib got that impordand meeding wit dhe artist’s guild doo ugh. I’ll be fine,’ Elizabeth reasoned, sniffing loudly. ‘I’ll take something and I’ll be fine.’ 

 ‘Nuh uh Liz you’re sick. You need to rest babe,’ he replied, stepping into her path and giving her his best dad look. ‘You’re staying home today.’ 

‘But whad bout dhat meeting?’ She began to protest but allowed her husband to lead her back to bed. 

 ‘I’ll get Hana to send you the minutes later.’ 

‘The kids?’ 

‘I’ve got them. Avery’s playdate at 10 til 3 at Penelope's then Cam’s baby gym at 11.' 

‘The charity dinner?’ 

Drake chuckled, tucking his wife back into bed. ‘I’m sure Atlantea will last one night without their beloved duchess. I’m gonna get you something for that headache then I’ll drop Darcy off. You just relax.’ 

‘Hmm okay..’ Elizabeth grumbled and was about to close her eyes when something else occurred to her. ‘Wait aren’t you going to work?’ 

‘Just relax babe! I’ve got this.’

-

Within the hour he had all three kids dressed, piled into the car and ready to go. Drake was just about to back out of the garage when Darcy suddenly yelled, ‘WAIT!’ 

He hit the brakes and they all jerked forward. ‘What?! What the hell Darcy!’ 

‘Daddy, Mummy said that’s a bad word,’ Avery put in. 

 ‘Its Tuesday,’ Darcy exclaimed, eyes wide and expectant as if that was supposed to excuse her sudden outburst. 

 ‘And?’ 

‘Its sports day,’ his eight year old burst out, wrenching the door open. ‘I’m in the wrong uniform!’ 

Moments later she was back in the car decked out in her sports gear and exactly 19 minutes later they'd pulled into the car park of Greenacre Private. 

‘Bye Dad!’

‘Have a great day squirt! I’ll pick you up later,’  Drake made sure that she got safely inside the gates before turning back to the two in the backseat. ‘How about another joyride kids?’

 Before Avery and Cameron could make their enthusiastic replies, a loud honk and a burst of colourful language erupted from behind them. 

‘Jeez, we’re at a school for gods sake’ he shook his head.

-

‘Come on you two,’ Drake urged. ‘Quietly now.’ 

Realising he’d had a bit of time before dropping Avery at her playdate, he’d decided to pull by the palace to pick up his work laptop and together they tiptoed down the hallway to his office, in hopes of getting in and out unnoticed until- 

‘Drake buddy! There you- You brought Cameron and Avery!’ 

‘Uncle Max!’ His daughter ran up to the other man who picked her up and spun her around. 

 ‘Man why didn’t you tell me it was Bring-Your-Kid-To-Work day!’ Maxwell Beaumont exclaimed before setting down Avery and picking up Cam. 

 ‘Its not,’ Drake replied. ‘And you don’t even have kids of your own Maxwell...’ 

‘Like that’s gonna stop me!’ His friend exclaimed, swinging Cameron around while making rocket noises. ‘What are you guys doing here anyway? Besides coming to see their favourite Uncle Maxwell? 

Drake rolled his eyes. ‘I’m pretty sure the whole point of it is to bring your own kids. And we’re not staying long. I just came to pick up my laptop then we’ve got a full day ahead.’ 

‘I didn’t know you were working from home today. We’ve got that meeting with the finance committee-‘ 

‘Yeah.. about that, but Liz is sick today so I’ve got the kids today.’ 

‘You know there are babysitters for that kinda thing right?’ 

Drake rolled his eyes. ‘Can you cover for me or not Beaumont?’ 

Maxwell’s face lit up with a grin. ‘Are you playing hooky Drake?’ 

‘Daddy play with us,’ Cameron put in, his little brow creased in confusion. 

‘Ahh I see little man. I’ll cover for your dad so well they won’t even know he’s gone,’ He winked conspiratorially . ‘Maybe I should get a disguise? Or even better a decoy!’ 

‘Do whatever you want Beaumont,’ Drake replied, laptop now in hand. ‘Just don’t get me in trouble for it.’ 

His friend raised his hand in a salute. ‘Aye, aye sir!’

-

‘Looks like it's just you and me now Little Man.’ 

Drake glanced in his rearview mirror after dropping Avery off for her playdate to where his son was happily munching on rusk. 

 He took a moment to marvel at how amazing the last two years had been since Cameron Ishaan Jackson Walker came into their lives. After two girls who he loved to death, he didn’t think he could be happier until the day Elizabeth told him she was pregnant again. That had been a surprise because unlike with Avery they hadn’t been actively trying and to be honest he’d been a little nervous about having two children within three years. 

That all changed when the ultrasound results came through saying that they were having a boy. Drake had teared up at all the first ultrasounds — there was nothing like seeing the little life that he and the most amazing woman in the world has created together, growing inside — but from that moment on there was a special place in his heart for him. 

When he came into the world, Cameron had certainly made his presence known with an ear splitting shriek befitting his middle name Ishaan — meaning master or lord. Everyone quickly learnt who was in charge the day Cameron came home, as coupled with his powerful cry and big hazel eyes he had everyone wrapped around his little chubby finger, Drake included. 

 Though Cam was still developing, Drake couldn’t help but see so much of himself in his son. His stubbornness and hardiness were especially highlighted during baby gym where he’d manage to manoeuvre himself up onto the most complicated structures. Drake couldn’t help but watch with pride as his son quickly outpaced the other kids his age in both size and abilities and for a moment wished he could slow down time just so he could savour the time with him more. 

At this rate, I’ll never be going back to work, he thought wistfully to himself as he strapped the two year old in before doing the school run. 

-

Once everyone was home, after dinner it was time for his favourite part of the day: bath time. 

 ‘Mr Shark is coming closer, closer, clooooooser,’ Drake quipped, inching the shark toy towards Cameron and Avery who were pressed against one side of the tub. 

‘He’s coming to eat your TOES!’ He lunged the toy at them, pretending to munch on their tiny digits as squeals of laughter filled the bathroom. 

‘Having fun you three?’ 

 Drake turned around to see his wife standing in the doorway, wrapped in her dressing gown, smiling down at them. 

 ‘Mummy!’ The kids cried in unison, reaching their little hands towards her. ‘Daddy’s got Mr Shark on us!’ 

‘Is that so?’ She knelt down beside the tub. ‘Good thing I have the magical protection dolphin!’ Elizabeth whipped out another toy from the basket on the ledge and thus began an epic battle between the two. 

‘Feeling better babe?’ Drake asked after the magical protection dolphin’s triumph. 

 His wife gave him a grateful smile and kiss on the cheek. ‘Much better. How were they today?’ 

He couldn’t help but grin in return. ‘Absolute angels. Avery’s play date went well and Cam dominated at baby gym today. You should see him Liz, I swear he goes for the biggest obstacles on purpose. I picked up Darcy from school - she’s in bed reading now. Helped her with maths. I told you I got this,’ he affirmed with a kiss on his wife’s head. 

‘At this rate you’ll be a better housewife than me!’ Elizabeth chuckled as they each picked up a child to put to bed. 

 Drake took a moment to ponder her joke. ‘You know I wouldn’t mind it all that much… I mean you’re way better at all the courtly stuff than I am...' 

 Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at him. ‘ Nah uh Mr Walker. You’re not leaving me alone against all those crazy nobles. Who will I sneak out with?’

Wednesday

‘Morning babe!’ Elizabeth’s cheery voice filtered through the earpiece of his phone, filling their shared ensuite. 

 ‘It must be a really good morning because for once you’re awake and out of the house before I am,’ Drake chuckled as he reached for the shaving cream. 

‘Laugh it up,’ she replied sarcastically. ‘I’m calling to let you know that Darcy’s school rang. They’re pupil free today, apparently some pipe burst so they’re closing the school to fix it up.’ 

‘Heh she’ll be glad to hear about that.’ 

‘Tell me about it.’ He could practically see her rolling her eyes. ‘Hana sent me the minutes from yesterday,’ she continued, her voice taking on a serious tone. ‘And it looks like I might have to stay back late to prep for our trip tomorrow. Will you guys be okay to fend for yourselves tonight?’ 

‘Sure can,’ Drake replied as he jogged down the stairs. 

‘Okay but just in case I’ve got some dhaal in the fridge that they can have for dinner tonight or you could whip something up?’ Elizabeth said before sighing. ‘I knew I should have made something for you guys this morning, I was up early enough.’ 

‘Don’t worry about it babe,’ he reassured her. ‘I’ve got this.’ 

‘Yep, yep, house husband of the year,’ she chuckled. ‘Nita will be there at 1 so you can have the morning with them then actually go to work for once. I’ll see you later. Love you.’ 

‘Love you too.’ Drake clicked off the call then stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, deliberating with himself. In less than 20 seconds, his phone was ringing again and this time it was a very apologetic Nita sorrowfully admitting she had to cancel today because she’d caught a cold. 

 ‘Its alright,’ he placated her, trying to hide the grin that was growing. ‘Something must be going around... You rest up. I’ll take it from here.’

-

‘Morning munchkins.’ 

‘Hey daddy,’ Avery gave him a sleepy smile while Cam cooed from his cot. ‘You gonna work today?’ 

 Drake knelt down beside her bed, pressing a kiss to her soft cheek. ‘Would you like it if I stayed home again today?’ 

 ‘Mmhmm,’ she nodded, wrapping her chubby arms around his neck and he nuzzled her gently with his nose, earning a little giggle. 

 ‘What do you say we go fishing today hmm?’ 

His daughter’s face clouded over as she shook her head. ‘Daddy I’m scared…' 

‘I’ve got you jellybean.’ He reassured her, gently patting her hair. 'I’ll be with you the whole time and we’ll all be wearing life jackets. I won’t let you fall.’ 

Avery fixed her big brown eyes on him in a serious stare. ‘Promise?’ 

‘I promise.’

-

‘Dad! Dad! I think I got one!’ 

‘Reel it in Darce! You’ve got this!’ 

Decked out in matching life jackets, all four of them were seated on the jetty over the small river that ran through Atlantea, Darcy’s shrieks of excitement echoing off the valley surrounding them. 

 Watching the intense look of concentration on her face, her tongue protruding out from her lips a little, Drake marvelled at how quickly she’d picked this up. Darcy held a special place in his heart — he’d say that for all his kids because it was true, they did — but with Darcy he’d become a father, something he’d never thought he’d get a chance to be. 

For a long time, he’d resigned himself to a lifetime of solitude but that all changed the moment Elizabeth had walked into his life. He thought he’d never be happier than the day he married the love of his life until the moment he’d his daughter's first cry in the delivery room. She’d looked so small and fragile in his big arms and he swore on his life that he’d do anything to protect her.

Although she was a lot like her mother, in so many ways right down to the looks she gave him, Drake could see so much of himself in Darcy. She had inherited his love for the outdoors for one, and he was more than happy to indulge it - she could already put up a tent faster than he could, she was mastering fishing right before his very eyes and of course, in true Walker style, make the perfect s’more. He’d happily taught her everything he knew and he was proud to see her surpass him in no time. Darcy had recently taken up soccer, to his delight and most days after work and school were spent outside with him teaching her all the skills his own father had taught him. Drake had a feeling that wherever he was, Jackson Walker would be smiling down at them and he only wished he could have been there to see it for himself. 

‘Hah!’ Darcy’s cry of triumph brought him out of his reflection and he glanced over to see her holding a small but impressive fish wiggling on the end of her pole. ‘Look!’ 

‘Great job squirt! Avie, Cam come see what Darcy caught,’ he beckoned the other two over. 

Cam happily toddled up, barely able to keep his balance wearing the life vest while Avery inched her way forward, her own rod untouched, keeping a wary eye on the water flowing beneath them. 

‘Come on Ave, its not that scary,’ He reassured her, reaching behind him to stretch out a hand to his daughter. 

 No sooner had the words left his mouth there was a small splash and he whipped his head around to see Darcy shrieking out her brother’s name and pointing to the water below them. Drake immediately jumped in after his son and in a matter of seconds had scooped him out. The current was pretty slow and the water wasn’t very deep but it must have been quite a scare a scary for the toddler as he began to yell loudly as soon as he was back in his father’s arms. He immediately raked him over for any cuts or bruises and when he found none, hugged the little boy to his chest, relief throbbing in his veins. 

‘You’re okay little man, you’re okay,’ Drake soothed, unsure if he was talking to his son or himself. ‘Pass me a towel Darcy and lets pack up. I think we’ve had enough fishing for one day.’ 

That afternoon as the little boy slept on his chest, Drake gently ran a big hand over his back. If anything had happened to Cameron, he would have never forgiven himself. That was the same for either of the girls too. He glance at their sleeping forms tucked up next to him in his and Elizabeth’s bed. He’d gotten so caught up in the moment, that he’d lost focus and little Cam had almost paid the price for his mistake and he vowed never to be so careless again.

-

‘Daaaad did you find it?’ 

 'I think we’re out of naan bread squirt. Will regular bread do?’ Drake replied, riffling through the contents of their fridge, Cameron hoisted on one hip. The toddler had seems to have recovered from his earlier shock and was happily tugging on his father’s hair. 

‘Ugh I suppose so,’ his daughter replied with a tone far beyond her age. Paired with an exasperated look and her freshly washed hair bundled up in a towel, Darcy looked a picture of Elizabeth. ‘And its just naan, not naan bread.' 

He spun around to regard her. ‘Hang on missy I think I’ve got a few years before the terrible teens get here.’ 

‘I really want naan Dad. Can’t we just make it? Mum does so it can’t be that hard.’ 

Drake laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. ‘I think that’s a little above my skill level Darce.’ 

‘Please Dad. We gotta at least try. You’re always saying we can’t give up so easily.. Pleaseee,’ she pleaded with him, her big brown eyes taking a pathetic look before pointing to her brother in the high chair. ‘Even Cameron wants naan.’ 

‘Naan!’ His son announced happily, completely unaware that his oldest sister was taking full advantage of him. 

Drake thought for a moment then conceded. ‘You kids… Alright Darce you find Mum’s recipe and I’ll get the ingredients. Avie watch over Cam.’ 

Forty-five minutes later, they were no closer to achieving their task than when they started. 

 ‘Easy on the mixing Darce!’ Drake cautioned but it was too late and their third attempt at making the Indian bread exploded in a powder cloud that filled the air. He took a moment to survey the flour and yoghurt stained countertop utensils and more ingredients strewn around the kitchen. He looks down at their first attempt, a sorrowful bowl of stringy dough that was supposed to have been cooking on the iron skillet but had disintegrated on first touch. Avery and Cameron were perched on the high chairs, giggling as they played in the remnants of the flour with little dough people they’d made while Darcy… Darcy would need another shower as her damp hair was covered in the snowy powder as he was sure his was and Drake knew he had to admit defeat. 

 ‘On second thought, I’ll just get you guys takeout. But on one condition..’ he looked each of his children in the eye. ‘We do not speak a word of this to your mother.’ 

‘You got it Dad.’ Darcy even had the gall to wink at him.

Thursday

‘I’m calling Hana and telling her I can’t go.’ 

‘Babe we’ll be fine, I promise.’ 

Elizabeth fixed her husband with a steely look. ‘My son fell into the lake and now he’s down with a cold Drake. All while his father was supposed to be watching him. How can I just leave like this?’ 

Drake winced. His blunder was still fresh in his mind and it didn’t help that Elizabeth had been kept up all night looking after Cameron the night before her trip to Italy. ‘I’ll keep my eyes on him every second of the day. He won’t even sneeze without me knowing it.’ He cringed internally, realising his mistake too late. 

‘He shouldn’t even be sneezing at all,’ his wife shot back, letting him know by her tone that he was not going to live this down for a very, very long time. ‘I can’t believe you would be so irresponsible Drake! How could you let this happen to our son? He could have drowned. The current could have been stronger, the water could have been deeper. One false move and he might have died!’ 

‘But he didn’t okay?!’ Drake cut in. ‘He didn’t! I jumped in right after him and got him out right away. He’s fine.' 

 Elizabeth stared at him. ‘Yeah sure he’s fine this time but what about next time? How can I trust you after this?’ 

He hung his head in shame. ‘I know. But I promise I’ll-‘ 

‘I can’t leave like this. They’ll have to manage without me,’ Elizabeth wasn’t hearing any of it as she riffled through her bag for her phone. 

 ’No! Elizabeth don’t,’ Drake lunged for the device. 

She had been preparing for this trip for the last month to negotiate certain tax reforms with on imports and if she missed this trip it would be a major setback to Liam’s overall development scheme for Cordonia. 

‘You need to go to this. You’ve been preparing for so long and its just a couple of days. We’ll be fine. Cam will be fine. And I’ll-‘ 

‘You will go to work!’ She replied sharply, holding up a threatening finger. ‘And leave my poor kids alone. Nita’s all better and she’s medically trained so  she can look after Cam. All you need to do is take Avery to her speech therapy appointment and pick up Darcy from soccer training. Do I make myself crystal clear?’ 

Drake nodded solemnly and when Elizabeth deduced that he looked suitably apologetic, she held her hand out. 

‘Gimme my phone and get out of my way. I’ve got a plane to catch.’

-

True to his word, Drake marched himself to the palace and resigned himself to a whole day of paperwork that had piled up over the week. He was about two-thirds through the enormous stack when his phone began to ring. It was Nita. 

‘Your Grace, its time for Cameron to take his medication but the Her Grace didn’t mention where she’d kept it. I looked all over but I couldn’t find it.’ 

He slapped a hand to his forehead. ’Shit sorry Nita. I should have remembered I gave him the last dose before I left this morning. I’ll pick some up and come home now.’ 

‘Its fine Your Grace I can pick some up myself,’ the nanny began to say but was cut off by the sound of Cameron wailing in the background. 

 Drake’s heart sank a little at the sound, knowing that the little boy was sick because of him. ‘Its fine,’ he rectified. ‘I’m pretty much done here anyway, I’m coming now.’ 

 Clicking off the call, he shoved the rest of his papers into his briefcase and was out the door in seconds.

-

Cameron’s pained cries reached his ears the moment Drake walked through the door with the medicine. Rushing into the kitchen, he found his son mid-tantrum in the arms of his nanny. Unbidden he immediately opened the medicine and measured out the right dose. 

 ‘Oh Your Grace, thank goodness,’ Nita gasped, taking the syringe from him and guiding it to Cameron’s mouth. The screaming toddler refused to take the syringe, instead spraying it all over his matronly nanny. 

 Drake reached for the syringe. ‘Here, let me try.’ 

 Nita gratefully passed Cameron over before ducking out. Drake cuddled his son, running a hand down his small back as he tried to reciprocate the soothing noises Elizabeth usually made. And it worked. In a few moments, the two-year-old’s cries had been reduced to quiet sobs and Drake kissed his sweaty forehead. 

 ‘Its alright little man. Daddy’s got you. You just missed your dad thats all. Now lets try this again,’ he suggested, raising the refilled syringe to his son’s mouth. 

Not long after the medicine had been administered, Cameron was asleep and Drake bent over the cot, poised to place him inside when his son gave out a small whine in his sleep, clutching his shirt, unwilling to let go of him. He sighed and settled onto the couch, Cam on his chest and his computer on his lap in the hope of getting through some of that paperwork.  

-

‘Daddy, Daddy wake up. Nita said its time fer my appoime.’ 

‘Huh?’ Drake glanced around still in a daze not realising he’d nodded off himself until his daughter was shaking him awake gently. Cameron had disappeared, probably with his nanny in the kitchen by the sounds of it. Glancing at his watch, he shot up. 

‘Dammit Avery we’re late!’ 

Fifteen minutes later, Drake was rushing through the halls of the clinic, painfully aware that he was at least fifteen minutes late. ‘Avery Walker. She’d here for her usual appointment with Dr Chang,’ he told the receptionist as his heart hammered in his chest from the exertion from running. 

 ‘Dr Chang is on paternity leave but there’s a slot with Dr Windsor our newest speech pathologist available if you want?’ The young man informed him. 

 ‘Yeah let's go with that,’ Drake answered in relief, his life momentarily flashing before his eyes at the thought of how mad Elizabeth would have been if he managed to stuff this up too. He had barely dropped into the chair when- 

‘Avery? Avery Walker?’ 

Drake picked his head up to see an attractive brunette with a clipboard entering the small waiting room, scanning the room until her gaze landed on him. 

 ‘Ahh Duke Drake Walker I believe?’ She approached them with a pleasant smile on her face, her intelligent brown eyes sweeping over him appreciatively. 

‘Um yeah,’ he mumbled, confused. 

The young woman’s smile grew and Drake noticed a pair of dimples appearing. ‘I’m Dr Crystal Windsor. I’ll be running Avery’s speech session today.’ 

‘Nice to meet you.’ He had not been expecting a ‘Dr Windsor’ to be so young. Or attractive for that matter... 

‘And I’m Avewy!’ His daughter chimed in, saving him from his awkwardness. 

Dr Windsor laughed, a sound like tinkling crystal, befitting her name. ‘Of course you are. Now lets see how you’ve been going hmm?’

The young speech pathologist seemed to elicit the best responses from his daughter and Drake was quite impressed with Avery’s improvement in that hour long session alone. 

‘Now make sure you practice those ‘puh!’ sounds Avery,’ Dr Windsor reminded her as the session grew to a close before turning to Drake, her lips curving up into a smile automatically, dimples on full display. ‘Your daughter has made impressive progress with that cleft lip. Better than most kids her age with that same condition. Regular practice of her sounds and phonetically sounding out words should see this improvement continue.' 

Drake nodded studiously as he helped Avery with her jacket. ‘Thanks doc.’ 

‘Please,’ she placed a soft hand on his arm, her dark eyes dancing a little as they found his. ‘Its just Crystal. Here's my card. Don't hesitate to reach out if you need anything at all.’ 

 Catching her obvious message, Drake reached out and took the small piece of paper she handed him, nodding in thanks. ‘Thanks, I’m sure my wife will be in touch if we do.’ He didn’t wait to see her face fall a little and caught his daughter’s hand. ‘C’mon Avie lets go get your sister.'

-

‘How was training squirt?’ Drake called his daughter as she climbed into the car from the soccer pitch, receiving only a slam of the door in response. ‘That bad huh?’ 

Darcy didn’t respond, a dark look over her face and he decided not to push. Later in the night after dinner, Drake tried again, knocking on the door to her room. 

 ‘Darce, what’s up?’ 

‘I don’t wanna talk about it,’ came the response. 

 He tried again. ‘Come on squirt, you know you can talk to me about anything.’ 

‘Go away!' 

Drake sighed, wishing Elizabeth was here. She was better at handling things like this. He was just about to walk away when something occurred to him. ‘Okay you don’t have to talk to me but at least come watch a movie with us?’ 

‘But its a school night..’ His daughter’s hesitant voice came through the door. 

The corner of his lips perked up. ‘I won’t tell if you won’t.. And we could watch Khoobsurat…' 

There was silence on the other side of the door as Drake tempted her with her favourite Bollywood movie. Moments later it swung open. 

‘The whole movie?’ 

‘Every second,’ he replied with a wink. 

 By the time the main protagonist, Millie had managed to knock over the antique suit of armour, Darcy was laughing out loud with her brother and sister. Despite the obvious language barrier, Drake loved to watch them laugh at Millie’s silly antics and he couldn’t help but see some of his and Liz’s relationship in the plot: The annoyingly optimistic stranger who basically irritated the dark broody prince into loving her and changing his entire outlook on life. Now that sounded familiar didn’t it? 

Drake certainly wasn’t a prince but he was grateful to have his very own Millie and for the three beautiful children they had made together.

Friday

A loud drumming on the windows woke Drake up from his sleep and he glanced around in momentary confusion until it occurred to him that it was raining, storming in fact. Glancing down, his heart melted at the sight of Cameron sleeping on his chest with the two girls curled up on either side of him.

 If only Elizabeth were here too, the scene would be perfect, he mused, lifting his arm lazily to check his watch. Precisely two minutes until Darcy had to be at school. Drake shifted, too comfortable to move. Ehh.. she can have the day off...

The rain was still pouring down just as hard when Drake placed a soccer ball at Darcy’s feet in the ballroom of the Atlantean manor. All of the kids had been fed and changed for the day and Drake had just managed to spring the truth from his daughter that she’d been embarrassed when one of the boys on her team - the goalie - had told her she’d never make the team next year because she ‘kicked like a girl’. 

A bolt of fury shot through him but it was her pleading look that had kept him firmly in his chair. Drake was particularly mad because he knew how much Darcy loved soccer and how good she’d been getting recently in their practice sessions. He didn’t have the heart to see her give up just because some boy told her she wasn’t good enough.. 

‘I told you Dad. I’m not playing soccer.’ She told him stubbornly, crossing her arms. They were currently standing in the empty ballroom in the manor where Drake was setting up makeshift goal posts on either end. 

 ‘I know I know. Just kick the ball squirt.’ Darcy gave it a half hearted nudge causing him to shake his head. 

 ‘C’mon Darce I know you can be better than that. Try again.’ He took a few paces backwards. ‘Pretend I’m Brian. Kick the ball and try and get it past me.’ 

Darcy hesitated and gave the ball a sharper tap. 

 ‘Darcy... I know you can do better than that,’ Drake cajoled. They repeated the exercise again with only marginally better results. 

‘No I can’t!’ His daughter yelled, hot tears pouring down her face. ‘I’ll never be able to get past him.’ 

‘Not like that you’re not. Come here squirt.’ He motioned for Darcy to come closer and knelt down to get a better view of her face. ‘I’m going to tell you what my dad said to me when I was your age. He told me, If you want something, its up to you to go get it. It's not always going to be easy, nothing worth having ever is. You’re going to have people like Brian tell you that you’re too small or you can’t kick hard enough. You gotta keep pushing Darce. Keep trying again and again because thats  you prove them wrong. Besides I know you’d love to see him take a ball to the face next week right?’ 

That made her giggle and when Drake was satisfied that she looked suitably cheered up, got to his feet and gestured for her to try again. This time her shot was much better and they continued to practice, Drake giving her tips here and there while Cameron and Avery cheered her from the sidelines. 

 Face set in determination, the tip of her tongue protruding a little from her pursed lips, Darcy wound up and with almighty kick sent the ball sailing high into the air in the direction of the goalposts. Her shot however went higher than anyone expected, grazed the old crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Everyone was frozen as they watched it swung wildly and a few shards came tinkling down. 

 Drake laughed uneasily. ‘I think you’ve convinced the chandelier Darce. But for safety’s sake I think we better take this outside next time.' His daughter nodded in agreement but he couldn’t hide the sense of pride that filled him. 

Like father, like daughter right?

-

An hour later, Drake collapsed on the grass, all three kids following suit, landing on his chest as they panted hard to catch their breath. 

‘I don’t know about you kids but I’m ready for a nap.’ 

‘Daddy nooooo!’ Avery whined. ‘We haven played puzzles yet or done hair or painted nails!’ 

‘Vroom, vroom,’ Cameron put in, slamming his toy car into his father’s side decisively. 

 ‘Ouch okay, okay,’ he conceded then looked at their collective muddy clothes. ‘Lets get you guys cleaned up first.’

-

On the doorstep of her home, Elizabeth Walker was digging through the contents of her bag looking for her keys when something tickled her ears.  Is that... Darcy? She frowned, checking her watch. She should still be at school. Sure enough her daughter’s laugh reached her ears followed by the deeper sound of her husband. 

Finally managing to getting the door open, she wandered into the house following the sounds and her eyes widened at the sight she found. Their lounge room had been transformed into a pillow fort palace, couch cushions and blankets strewn across the space. Darcy was laughing and jogging around the room closely pursed by Avery and Cameron who were currently straddled across on the back of their father who was on his hands and knees, rearing like a horse. 

 At the sight of her husband, Elizabeth’s mouth dropped open. Never in their ten years of marriage did she ever think she’d see the day when Drake Walker had sparkly pink hair clips and elastics in his hair, holding his brown locks up in haphazard waterspout. Looking down she realised that his nails had also been painted metallic purple. 

 ‘Mummy’s home!’ Avery’s joyful announcement broke her out of her trance and all four heads turned to look at her. In a second, the kids had leaped off their father’s back and came rushing at her, wrapping their pudgy arms around her legs. 

 ‘Hey darlings,’ she planted kissed on their heads before addressing her eldest. 'Darcy! What are you doing here? Are you supposed to be at school?' 

 ‘Dad gave me the day off!’ Her daughter beamed enthusiastically. 'And we practiced soccer in the ballroom!’ 

‘You did what now?’ 

‘It was so cool Mum! You should have seen me kick! The ball went like woah then the chandelier went like..’ Darcy mimed the ball’s trajectory complete with a sound that sounded suspiciously like broken glass. ‘Then it went right into the goal!' 

‘I’m sure everything is completely intact and nothings broken,’ Elizabeth replied dryly, raised a deliberate eyebrow at her husband. 

 Drake merely shrugged, kissing his wife on the cheek. ‘What can I say? She’s a Walker.’

-

After the kids were safely in bed, Elizabeth plopped down onto the couch beside her husband who handed her a glass of whiskey from which she took an appreciative sip. 

‘Would I be right to say that you didn’t go into work at all this week Drake?’ 

‘That’s not true,’ he replied sheepishly. ‘I went in for a little bit.’ 

‘Oh Drake, what am I going to do with you?’ She shook her head lightly. 

 ‘Let me stay home more often maybe?’ His dark eyes twinkled at her.

Elizabeth cuddled in closer to his side and his arm came around her. ‘I’m glad you had a good time with the kids…. How was Avery’s speech session?’ 

‘Yeah it was good. She and he's like it was good but they gave her a different speech therapist this time..' 

Beside him, Drake felt Elizabeth’s body stiffen just a little. 'Crystal Windsor right? The one with the dimples?’ 

‘Yeah thats her.' 

Elizabeth shifted out of his embrace to reach for the bottle of whiskey. 'What did you think of her?' 

 'She's nice I guess... Good with Avery. Don't think I've seen her respond so well before. Why?’ He asked, quizzically. 

 ’No reason,’ she replied, taking a deep draught.   

Realisation sparked in him and he leaned forward. ‘Richmond... are you... jealous?' 

'No.. Why would I be jealous?’ She laughed shakily, caught off guard by the use of her maiden name. 

 Drake raised an eyebrow and watched his wife’s dark skin flush a little shade of pink from behind her glass. ‘You so are.’ 

‘Am not!’ 

‘I’ve been married to you for a decade Liz. I know your tells.’ ‘

Fine,’ his wife conceded. ‘It just… Its been 10 years and…' 

‘And..?’ 

‘Nothing I’m just being immature,’ she replied. 

 ‘Liz,’ he tipped her head to look at him. ‘If its bothering you I wanna know.’ 

 ‘I was just thinking about Thursday and how I yelled at you about Cam… I’m.. I’m afraid you’ll lose interest,’ she admitted, eyes sliding down from his. ‘In me... Say we were having this really big ongoing fight, like a build up of things that finally exploded… What’s to stop you from running off with someone like Crystal Windsor… I know I’m not-‘ 

‘I’m going to stop you right there,’ Drake interrupted. ‘Every couple goes through a few rough patches here and there and believe me I deserved it yesterday but that’s no reason to throw in the towel just like that. We love each other and we’re willing to fight for us no matter what’s thrown at us. I told you: you’re my wife, my family, my whole world. You’ve given me three beautiful children. I have no reason to want anyone else but you.’ 

‘Drake..’ Elizabeth started to reply but he cut her off with a finger to her lips, his dark eyes carrying a spark of heat that ignited a fire in her belly. 

‘Our three little tots may be heavy sleepers,’ he gently guided her back down to the couch, hands slipping under her clothes. ‘But you better be quiet coz I’m gonna prove to you that you’re the only woman in the world for me.’ 

 Elizabeth couldn’t help but capture his lips in a deep passionate kiss that left her breathless. She was lost in the sensation of his lips on her neck and fingers tracing their way towards her centre until something occurred to her. 

 'Drake wait,’ she groaned.

He lifted his head in alarm. 'What is it? Too much?' 

Elizabeth shook her head and looked right into his eyes. 'Next time you play hooky from work, I want in.' 

 Drake’s mischievous smile was the last thing she saw before she gave into the ecstasy. 'You got it baby.'  

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I should love myself pt1

Hello! Im with another Fic out of my mind.. its not requested or anything.. but i wanted to make one. Hope you guys enjoy it! Pt2

Genre: Angst, Fluff, verbal and physical abuse.

Taehyung x chubby reader

You were only 9 years old when all of the abuse began. You hated your new school, all the kids were mean to you for no reason or thats what you thought. You began to walk to your classroom and suddenly you tripped because a kid placed his foot to make you fall and it worked. You began to tear up and bit your lips softly. You felt that nobody cared for you not even your parents.

“Hahahahaha look the ball fell down”said Michael laughing. He was your bully all the time in school. You hated him so badly but couldnt do anything about it, you tried to stand up but he pushed you again.

“Where do you think your going fatty? Huh? You cant even jump the rope one time”he laughed and you just looked down to your knees but quickly stood up and ran to your classroom. You sat down beside a kid who had some glasses and had a pretty cute boxy smile. He was the class president of all kids. He never did anything to you but others did. You began to cry in silence and all that it was heard were your sniffing. The kid looked at you worried.

“Hey.. are you okay? Why are you crying?”the little boy said while approaching to you.

“Dont come near me! Im disgusting... stay away!”you cried hard now because of what you said. Those words were coming out and you thought it was true. Nobody liked you in that school.

“Huh? Who said that??”he said with concerned and curiosity.

“Whatever.. just leave me alone...”you said softly and wiped the tears of your face.

Years had passed and now you were a high school student. You hated school even more than you did when you were little. Everybody picked on you and you were their entertainment. Your self-estem was pretty downfall.. and you were very sensitive with the topic of your body. You had never had a boyfriend, someone who cared for you. Neither you had friends. Your were so lonely drowning on your sorrows. It was the first day of school, same people same school, same old stuff. You walked down the hall to your locker and Michael your bully came to you and hit your head to the locker

“Oh sorry didnt meant that” he laughed and went off with his pretty girl, skinny and the looks of a model.

You wished you had that body so badly. But you could never accomplis it. You loved food so much but at the same time you hated it since you were over weight. You quickly went to class and there was this beautiful man in your classroom. A total hottie but way out of your limits because of your look you couldn never have him as yours. You had a little crush on him by now. You knew who he was, he is the class president for many years and he was a like a god to you. He had this golden skin, his boxy smile that melted your heart, his brown messy hair and now he had some piercings on his ears. He was the man of your dreams but that man was an impossible love. So you gave up on that love pretty quickly. You sat down softly and he approached to you.

“Good morning Y/N! How are you today?” He smiled sweetly to you. You just stared at him and looked down

“I-Im good.. thanks for asking you can go.. you dont want to be disgusted by me. Have a nice day”you looked away and he raised an eyebrow.

“Huh? Again with that word? I hate seeing you so sad.. your not disgusting.. and people are ignorant because you are different and unique.. you should love yourself more... cant we be friends? Pleaseeeeeee.. you know i have tried to get your attention and to be friends.. pleaseee Y/N”he looked at you pouting and making a doggy face.

You looked at him and giggled softly and he smiled”Okay okay... i will be your friend.. happy?” You said smiling

“YES!! Super happy...”he smiled widely and sat by your side”i want you to know that im here for you... and im entering big hit.. i want to become a singer..”

You looked at him surprised”Wow.. thats cool.. you have so many opportunity..”you said mumbling softly.

“Hey.. dont be down.. im sure you can accomplish your dream! I promise to have time for you always.. i really want this to work... i.. i have watched you since we were littles..”he said a little embarrassed and with a slight blush. You didnt catch the hint. You smiled softly and looked at the window.

Some time has passed now and you and Taehyung where so close to each other. You guys exchanged your worries to each other, you were really close. Today was your birthday and you got a little early to school. You walked the hall and Michael pushed you hard and made you fall on your stomach.

He laughed”Hahahhaa omg look at the pig on the ground.. wow Y/N your are always so fun to make fun off hahaha anyway dont think taehyung really likes you or want to be your friend.. he is doing that because he feel sorry for you.”he smirked.

Taehyung was behind him hearing him, he was so angry that he got in front of him”What did you say asshole? I dont think you know why im with her.. i dont feel sorry for her.. she is a great person.. if you just stop being immature and see the true person she is you wouldnt be doing all this shit.. because you just feel sorry for yourself and you take your frustration out with someone and thats Y/N.. also DONT YOU DARE PUT ANOTHER HAND OR FINGER ON HER.. i will kill you! You monster..”he said pretty angry and he made fists..

You looked at both and you felt breathless when taehyung said all of that of you.. you smiled softly and stand up beside him..”Forget him Tae.. lets go..” you said softly.

Taehyung looked at you”What? No.. i cant let this go.. he has gone way to far.. he doesnt know you.. the way i do.. He i-“he was cut off by you dragging him to the class.”Y/N!! Stop.. why!? Why you always run away.. why dont you stand up for yourself??”he said softly..

You sighed”Because... i hate myself.. i dont like how i look... i cant love myself when i dont even know what love is.. not even my family gives me love in the way it should.. im invisible for them but visible to hurt...”you said softly and sad..”what a nice birthday huh..”you chuckled softly.

He sighed and crossed his arms.”i hate it.. why cant people be more nice.. they make wonderful people like you hate yourself for no reason.. you are gorgeous and so pretty Y/N.. dont believe those bad and mean words..”he grabbed your face in his arms. You two were pretty close to each other, he was approaching to your face more and more but suddenly Jimin came.

“Taehyung-ah! We have practice today! Have you practice??” Said jimin happy and taehyung parted quickly as he heard him.

“Oh.. um yeah.. i have practice in home..”he said a little nervous..”um... lets go to class shall we?”he said softly and the three of you went to class.

5 years had passed already. Now Taehyung was a famous idol. The name of the band he was in was everywhere in Korea. You missed him a lot lately. Since ou started college alone.. just like when you were little. You had no friends, you were scared of this new part of your life. You looked at your phone and had a text from your friend.

TaeTae💜: Good morning sunshine! Have a great day in college!

You smiled at that sweet message, he was always like that and you replied

Y/N : Thank you TaeTae.. im so nervous and scared..

You locked your phone and put it in your pockets and headed to class. Time passed very quickly and now you were at your apartment which you lived alone. You were watching tv seeing dramas.. and you sighed.. you wanted to look skinny too, you wanted to accomplish that.. but how? You sat there and suddenly had an idea. You were only gonna drink water and eat a fruit for breakfast, lunch and dinner. So you began to do it.

A month passed and you havent seen taehyung. You missed him so badly. You sighed softly and look at your phone.

Taehyung POV

I miss Y/N so much, i need to see her. I need to know she is okay. He was in the airplane with the other members going back to Korea. He was anxious.

Namjoon looked at Taehyung”Hey.. whats wrong? You okay?”

Jungkook looked at both”Hah.. he is anxious to see his GIRLFRIEND”he laughed and taehyung hit him softly.

“Yah! She.. is not my girlfriend.. i just.. missed her and im worried.. she..”he sighed”she hates herself.. and has never change the way she looks at herself.. im worried she might have done something unnesessary you know?” He said really concerned.

Jimin sighed”I understand her perfectly.. i met her when we were at high school.. she is so cute and a pretty amazing and intelligent girl.. but .. she is constantly being bullyed so she doesnt love herself.. since she only had hatred..”

Jin, Hoseok and Yoongi looked at each others and then at Taehyung. Yoongi started talking”Well.. why dont you bring her to our studio Tae? So she doesnt have to be alone you know? I think all of us knows how she feels like.. you know everyones past and we are like her...”

Taehyung looked at them and smiled happy”Okay! I will bring her.. but i mean after the concert yeah? Because she is coming to our last concert at Seoul so like we have to make that day very special for her.. i beg you guys.. its her birthday.. i dont want her to pass another bad birthday.. can you guys help me? She really likes our group and her bias is..”he looked at them” Me, Yoongi and Jungkook” he smiled.

Namjoon nodded”Lets do that.. lets sing an album for her in all pages, lets give her free stuff.. hmm and like a VIP pass as a staff so she can meet up with us and take pictures what do you think?” They all agreed and giggled together.

Y/N POV

Finally the day of the concert came. You were excited to see your friend/ crush for years. You had bought clothes for this day. You were a little slimmer but still had a lot to lose weight. You looked at yourself and in an instant you regret everything. You felt so ugly and disgusting. You ran to the bathroom and washed yourself to forget your thoughts. After a while you looked at yourself again in the mirror with the clothes.. you looked beatiful but as you kept looking you didnt like the looks. You hated everything about you. You couldnt understand why. You sighed and your phone rang. You quickly picked it up and responded.

“Hello??” You said softly.

“HI!! How are you?? Im so happy your coming to our concert.. i cant wait to see you!”he said excited

“Yeah.. me.. me too”your voice cracked a little and he noticed.

“Huh? Whats wrong?? Are you hurt?? Tell me.” He said worried.

“I-Its nothing.. i just..”you went silent and you could hear him sigh.

“You are thinking to much.. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!! Stop thinking the opposite and come on!!! I want to see you Y/N pleaseeee” he said like a baby and you giggled..

“Okay.. okay.. im going” you smiled” i really miss you TaeTae.”