#i am in art school [thumbs up]

[wardingshout]

apple season

[carsickcrow]

the future is really freaking me out i don’t know how i’m supposed to be in college in a year that’s so freaking scary. but! thinking about the concept of riding the bus or other form of public transportation. 👍 i can’t drive nor have i made any effort to learn how to and i am turning 18 in. 4 months and 10 days. so. y’know. i gotta love walking and buses and the like. and i do i think (i can listen to my music :). )

[sunjoys]

lads i am preparing a beautiful meal (this essay) with many scrumptious dishes (i am having a ball gathering books and articles as research) however i neglected to consider the size of the stomach receiving it (the word count is 2000 - 2500 and ive got a fuckton of things to say)

[the-acid-pear]

honestly im glad the only thing i do for myself that being my art, really, is something that, well, i do for myself and no one else, because if i made of it a responsability and i had the risk of experience burnout from it i'd start killing

[bitchface24-7]

Oops my hand slipped and I’m back again (for the 3rd day in a row (I think I have a problem))

So following the trend of me seeing too many fanfics of smthn I don’t vibe with, I’ve noticed that a lot of Jayce and/or Viktor x reader fics have the reader as a scientist (makes sense writing-wise, provides a lot of opportunity for characters to interact and bond)

Problem is, I am dogshit at science. I was good at most subjects in high school, but science? Nearly failed. I was good at math and word problems too which made it even more confusing to me but it is what it is ig. So I was hoping for another JayVik x reader where this time, the reader is an artist

Now I primarily draw OCs and people (usually digital or w/ marker) so I’d like smthn leaning towards that but frankly you can do whatever

I just think it’s be funny if, while Jayce n Viktor do their cool nerd shit, the reader is fully unhelpful and doodling in their sketchbook. Quality time except I’m drawing sexualized men (gender equality) and my hot boyfriends are solving global trade or whatever

(Mayhaps also drawing them for studies and anatomy practice and showing them because I like forcing ppl to look at my art >:)) )

Again, take as long as you need to write this, hope you’re doing good :))

MY MUSES - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: after escaping Noxus with your best friend Mel, you've cherished the peace of Piltover compared to the wartime of Noxus. You were able to flourish in the city of progress with your artistry. It was the way you and Mel found solace in your old home. Now, you've been commissioned by the council to paint a portrait of the Hextech duo.

warnings: talks of wartime, insecurities, awkward talk, becoming friends with J + V, anatomy practice, complimenting your two boys, fluff, Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/m/f or m/m/m

p.s. I understand your frustration, even I've fallen into “make reader a scientist to make life a little easier.” I hope y'all enjoy artist reader!

You're painting in your studio at the Academy when the door is opened, and you smell the delicious fragrance of vanilla, cardamom, and sandalwood, it’s Mel.

You put your paintbrush down and turn to look at your best friend, a smile beaming on your face. You get up and go for a hug before stopping yourself, your clothes are stained with paint and you don’t want to ruin Mel’s pretty white dress.

She fondly rolls her eyes and pulls you into a hug anyway. Mel’s not a very touchy person. It was seen as a weakness is Noxus. She’s only really touchy with you, you’ve been her friend for as long as you can remember. She wholeheartedly trusts you.

And you know how rare that is.

“Hello dove. How’re you today?”

You scrunch your nose at the nickname, it was a nickname given to you when you were much younger. “It’s because you don’t see the glory of war. You’re gentle. Something I desperately need in my life.” Mel had explained, her Medarda Mask no where in sight.

“I’m good. I’m almost done the landscape you commissioned for the council room.”

Mel’s smile widens the tiniest bit, but her gaze is downcast. This isn’t a social call. She’s been tasked to ask you something.

“Mel, I understand. Just, tell me what you need from me.”

A sigh escapes the gorgeous woman, “The council has requested a portrait to be made of the two Hextech innovators, Viktor and Jayce Talis.”

You raise your brows in confusion, “Okay… why is that a bad thing?”

Mel leans on a clean section of your work station, a hand coming up to rub her forehead, “They’re constantly working. They don’t see the prospect of taking a break. If you were to paint them, you’d have to paint them in the lab; as they do dangerous experiments. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

You place your hand over top Mel’s hand that’s braced against the desk, “I’ll be okay. I can’t imagine they’d let anyone get hurt.”

Mel nods sagely, the hand that was rubbing her forehead is now placed over your hand. She’s now cupping your one hand and rubbing her thumb over your knuckles.

“I’ll tell them what the council has demanded. When will you be free to paint them?”

You look over to the almost finished landscape painting sitting on your easel, “Give me a week.”

Mel nods, gives you one last hug, and leaves your studio to break the news to Viktor and Jayce.

You just hope they’re nice to you.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The week passed by in a flash, and here you are. Standing in front of two very large doors that make you feel like your heart is going to beat out of your chest.

You don’t understand why you’re so nervous. You’ve painted portraits of the top-class in Piltover. The cream of the crop. The top one percent, and you were fine. You were mentally rolling your eyes every few minutes, but you were fine.

You’re now asked to paint two scientists and you feel like you’re going to have a stroke.

At least Mel gave you some advice in regards to both men, “Jayce is quite kind, easy-going, and easy to talk to. You’ll make quick friends with him as you are. His partner Viktor on the other hand… is a different story. He’s cordial, but stubborn. He’s quite witty with a sass that almost matches mine. He’d prefer it if you skipped the flowery talk and just got straight to the point. He’s not a fan of the mind numbing politics of Piltover. Say what you mean or don’t say anything at all.”

With that mantra repeating in your head, you knock on the doors to their lab.

“Come in!” A voice exclaims, “We cannot leave our stations, the gems may become volatile if we do.” Another voice adds, this time with an unfamiliar accent.

You lightly push open the doors and are stunned by the state of the lab. Papers everywhere, equations on a blackboard you don’t even want to attempt to understand, ink stains, scraps of metal.

You suppose this is their version of an art studio.

“Oh!” The first voice you heard exclaims, “You must be Mel’s friend, the one who’s been commissioned to paint us. I’m Jayce. The one brooding over there with goggles on his face is Viktor.”

A scoff, “I am not brooding. I simply do not see the purpose of a portrait being made of us. It takes time away from our research!”

You cut in, reminding yourself of Mel’s advice, “The council has ordered it. Besides, I need to study you two for a little bit. Understand your anatomy and proportions. Then when I have a clear understanding, we’ll take one day out of your schedule to get the painting done.”

Viktor raises his goggles, putting them into is hair and the most beautiful pair of eyes you’ve ever seen narrows onto you, “You’ll only need one day to paint us?”

“The weather is constantly changing. That means so is my light source, my shadows, my colours.” You explain easily, “If we spend the whole day together, I’ll be able to easily get the portrait done and you two can go back to work. Sound good?”

Viktor purses his lips before nodding, Jayce just looks between the two of you with a small smile. He thought that would’ve taken a lot longer.

Guess you’re pretty special.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

One Week Later.

Their work is fascinating. You don’t understand quite a bit of it, but their enthusiasm and passion make up for your lack of knowledge.

Here they are trying to solve most of the worlds problems and you’re sketching them in your sketchbook with hearts in your eyes.

You focus on their bodies, how they bend, contort, their planes and shadows. How light glows onto them.

You focus on their unique features. Jayce’s sharp canines, Viktor’s cheekbones and moles. Jayce’s broad chest and Viktor’s cane and brace.

Those two points are especially important. They’re so detailed. And they’re a part of Viktor, you’re not going to erase something so vital to him as a human being to make the portrait “nicer to look at” according to the upper echelon of Piltover.

You’re so lost in your thoughts you don’t feel a presence come up behind you, “Whatcha doing?”

You jolt, putting a hand to your heart as your pencil drops to the ground, “By Janna Jayce! You scared me!”

A boisterous laugh permeates the lab, “You we’re so focused, I couldn’t help but wonder what you were doing.”

“We’ll… I was drawing my two very beautiful muses.”

There’s a small silence in the lab.

“Your—“ Viktor starts, then clears his throat as Jayce stands there, stunned, “Your beautiful muses?”

You nod, not realizing their disbelief, “Of course. The two of you have such beautiful features. Jayce is quite tall, with broad shoulders, a tiny waist, and strong legs. A nice hair cut, strong brows, big eyes, and pink lips. You, Viktor on the other hand—“

You’re cut off by said man, “Are not as conventional—“

You cut him off this time, “Are also tall, lean, lithe, with long beautiful legs. You have a face carved out of marble, messy hair, eyes that look like liquid gold, beauty marks, and a nice pale complexion that compliments Jayce’s tan. You’re both quite handsome, just is different ways.”

The two men are stunned into silence, and it takes a few minutes before you realize what you said. You feel your face heat up as you try to hide behind your sketch book. Viktor lightly smiles at that as Jayce laughs and forces your sketch book back down onto your lap.

“You know, I’ve never heard such an honest compliment before.”

“Neither have I.”

You feel like killing yourself. Maybe jumping out of one of the lab windows will do the trick.

“So,” Viktor’s interrupts your dark humorous thoughts, “Do you feel prepared to paint the portrait?”

You look the two men dead in the eye, even as embarrassment consumes you.

“Yes.”

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

A day is set and you bring all your art supplies that you need into the lab. You even set up a place for the portrait to be.

The setting will be in front of their main work station, the hexcore and hexgems glittering in the background. You brought a comfortable armchair for Viktor to sit on, you know these paintings can take some time and you don’t want to over-exert his leg. You assume Jayce can stand for a few hours, placed right next to Viktor.

As you explain your thought process to them, the more excited they seem. And to think, they didn’t want to do this originally.

“Ok, get comfortable. Viktor you can put your cane to rest against one of the arms of the chair. Jayce, can you place your hand on the top of the headrest? Perfect. You two comfortable?”

You get nods and yes’ as your answer.

With that, you start to paints them.

You ensure to be as diligent as possible. You start with the boys, adding bits and pieces to the background as you go. You make sure to her the green in Jayce’s eyes, the beauty marks on Viktor’s face. The house Talis emblem on Jayce’s jacket; the intricacies of Viktor’s cane and leg brace. The purple and blue glows of the Hextech give the painting an almost magical feeling.

You have to say, this may be your best portrait yet.

A couple hours pass and you deem the painting complete. The two boys sigh, Jayce cracks his back as Viktor cracks his neck. Most of the painting was done is silence, a few tiny conversations sprinkled throughout the process.

You didn’t want them to move.

The two come to where you’re sitting and gaze at the portrait in awe. It’s… them. It looks so life like, as good as a picture. But it’s softer, it looks beautiful.

And they look phenomenal.

“Are you sure that’s us?” Viktor jokes, pointing at the painting, “Those men are incredibly handsome.”

You cock an eyebrow at him, “Now you know what to say when you look in a mirror. That’s how you look, and it’s how you’ll be remembered.”

Jayce smiles and puts a hand on both your and Viktor’s shoulders. Viktor looks touched at the sentiment.

“You should move your art stuff to be here. Permanently.” Jayce states easily.

You almost choke on your own spit, “Pardon? Why would I do that?”

“Because we'd miss you,” Viktor replies a cocky look on his face.

You huff out a laugh, “Ill be of no help to you. I'm not a science brain. I'd just be in the lab drawing you two constantly.”

“We’d pose for you.” Jayce jokes

“Even if I wanted to practice nude anatomy?”

Viktor hums, “Not in the lab obviously, but yes even then.”

You smile at them, “It’s a deal then.”

And to think you were scared they wouldn't be nice to you. You just obtained two pretty muses (hopefully for the rest of your life.)

TADA!!! This was such a cute request. I hope y'all enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. Pebble, you keep those requests coming (and everyone else who requests too 🫵😏)

I have like four requests now in my inbox and I squealed when I saw it. I've never had so many requests before. Usually my inbox has like… spam and fishing schemes. So this is amazing to me!!

[darkdragon768]

Ok.

They sent me home.

[simmeradventures]

Boba Legacy Challenge (TS3)

I have taken a break from sims 3 and while I am still working on my lepacy, I sometimes need a break and so look for more challenges. @tomatosoupcat posted a Boba challenge and didn't see a TS3 version so decided to covert it. THIS IS NOT MY IDEA AND I MIGHT NOT BE THE ONLY ONE. I kept within the theme and didn't write a massive story to them but did try add a creative spin.

GOOGLE DOC!!!

Gen 1: Brown Sugar

Leaving home is tough, but you will always have mum's cooking to keep you safe.

Traits: Couch Potato, Natural Chef, Green Thumb (Randomise The Rest)

LTW: Bottomless Wine Cellar OR Master Chef

Career: Nectar Maker OR Culinary

Skills: Cooking, Gardening and Nectar making

Colours: Brown, White

Master LTW

Marry a sim with 2 matching traits.

Max out skills

Gen 2: Blueberry

The farm life was nice, but there's a great big world waiting for you.

Traits: Non-Committal, Loves The Outdoors (Randomise The Rest)

LTW: Seasoned traveller OR Grand Explorer

Career: Part-Time Jobs Or Skill Based Profession (after quitting business job)

Skills: Fitness or Martial Arts (or both if your fancy), Scuba diving

Colours: Blue. Purple

Reach level 3 of the business career before quitting to travel

have a one night stand on your travels

never marry

Travel until child is a young adult

Max skills

Gen 3: Matcha

You've seen the world, but now all you want is a career and a forever home...or mansion.

Traits: Ambitious, Snob, workaholic (Randomise The Rest)

Careers: Any (based on degree)

Skills: logic (plus whatever is related to the degree.)

Colours: Light green

Go to university and graduate

Befriend and date co-worker (either break up once you reach level 10 of career or get married.)

Go to the spa every weekend

Complete LTW

Max Career

Max Skills

Gen 4: Passionfruit Mango

All work and no play so pick up a guitar and play anything you want.

Traits: Socially Awkward, Family Oriented, virtuoso (Randomise The Rest)

LTW: One sim band OR Rockstar

Career: Music

Skills: Guitar, Bass, Drum, Piano

Colours: Yellow, Orange

Play instruments throughout childhood

Date and marry someone with the Avant Garde or artistic trait

Go on art dates (museums or a cute art café)

Complete Career

Max Skills

Gen 5: Sakura

You are a party girl, but also a lover girl.

Traits: Flirty, Family Oriented, Hopeless Romantic (Randomise The Rest)

LTW: Master Romancer OR Master Mixology OR Surrounded By Family

Career: FREE PASS

Skills: Mixology, Charisma

Colour: Pink

Have a high school BFF

Sign up for online dating and date 5 sims (and fail)

Marry BFF

Complete LTW

Gen 6: Dragon fruit

Who needs love when you could rule the world?!

Traits: Evil, Childish, Irresistible (Randomise The Rest.)

LTW: Heartbreaker OR Gold Digger OR Emperor of Evil

Career: Criminal

Skills: Charisma, Athletic

Colours: Dark Red, Purple

Marry a wealthy sim and have them get into a "tragic accident."

Have a negative relationship with children

Max career

Max Skills

Gen 7: Taro

Never give up on your dreams even if life throws a baby at you.

Traits: Genius, Cat person (Randomise The Rest.)

LTW: Scientific Specialist OR Become A Creature Robot Cross Breeder

Career: Based on LTW

Skills: Science, Handiness, Logic

Colours: Light Purple

Join after school club (idk if its a mod but there's a chess club, can add other ones through Nraas)

Go to university and drop out when pregnant (if not using mods or using mod that allows you to go to university in hometown then drop out and then get pregnant 

Work part-time till the baby is a toddler

Go back to university and graduate

Adopt a cat. 

Gen 8 Lychee

“You're always on that damn phone!” and “I hate normal people.” made a baby 

Traits: Unflirty, Loner (Randomise The Rest.)

LTW:  Blog Artist OR Forensic Specialist

Career: Based on LTW/ Free pass

Skills: Social Networking, Science

Colours: Pink, White

Have a plant sim

Max Skills

Max Career

Gen 9: Thai Tea

Sometimes it's good to look back. Spread the founder’s love of food! 

Traits: Adventurous, Perceptive (Randomise The Rest)

LTW: Star News Anchor OR Professional Author 

Career: Journalism OR Writer Profession

Skills: Writing, Photography, Cooking

Colours: Orange

Visit France, China and Egypt to collect recipes 

Throw dinner parties (once a season.)

Max Career

Max Skills

Gen 10: Sunset

Humans have been fun, but everyone knows the supernatural have the most fun.

Traits: Hopeless Romantic, Good  (Randomise The Rest)

LTW: Master Mysticism OR Resort Empire

Career: Based on LTW

Skills: Scuba Diving, Alchemy, Painting

Colours: Purple, Red, Orange

Fall in love and marry a supernatural (if you choose resort empire LTW then you have to marry a mermaid.)

Decorate home with your art.

[livingdeadmlm]

You Bring me Closer to God pt2

Pronouns: reader is referred to as a man

Physical Sex: AMAB

How far are things going?: no smut this chapter

Warnings: bit of shame, priest reader getting teased alot, everyone wants you!!

Outline: Kieran brings two friends for a morning meal, and unknown best to you each man quickly sets their eyes on you

What inspired me to write how I did: the crappy priest romance book I got lol

Other: Yes, I am making this a harem fic. Those were my favorite fics in 2016, but they fell off after a while, and I want them back!!!

Part 1 2 3

The rhythmic clinking of pots and pans echoed through the quiet streets, almost rousing the entire town from its slumber as you threw yourself into the art of cooking. The early morning light filtered through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow on the countertop piled high with fresh ingredients. You needed the biscuit dough with fervor, the soft smell of sugar and flour in the air.

At that moment, the sizzling sounds of the bacon cooking combined with the gentle shaking of the oven rack as the biscuits baked provided a welcome distraction from the resurfacing memories of your dream that threatened to invade your mind. Each sizzle from the stovetop seemed to drown out the night's memories.

Because it was so early, most of the other people in the congregation hadn't shown up and wouldn't for two hours, so a confused expression painted your face as the heavy church doors opened and shut, light voices whispering.

Adjusting your cooking apron, you exited the kitchen and saw Kieran accompanied by two men. “Good morning, gentlemen!” you said, wiping your hands on the canvas apron before reaching out to the new man on the left. He spoke softly, “Mornin’, I’m Charles Smith.” he replied, his voice low, almost gravelly, the word slow and deliberate.

His handshake was firm—too firm. As you briefly touched, his hand enveloped yours with confidence. You felt the roughness of his palm and the deep scars on both hands, with one hand seeming to have a burn mark. But it was his eyes that stopped you. His gaze was intense, deep, and unwavering as if he could see right through you. The weight of it made your breath hitch, and you found yourself caught, unable to look away.

The other man stepped forward, his presence quieter but no less striking. “Buenos días, señor.” You noted the subtle scars on his fingers, signs of a hand that had seen its share of work, but the wounds seemed to look like cuts. But it was the softness of his touch that left you breathless. His hands were so unexpectedly tender, the softest hand you’d ever felt that wasn’t attached to a woman.

“Ah! Bue… nos dias! La comida. " You took a moment to pause and try to remember your Spanish classes from school. “Estará lista pronto.” His thumb brushed lightly over your knuckles, a small, unintentional gesture that felt like a jolt to your chest.

Sure, your Spanish was very slow to get out and slightly off, but he understood what you were trying to say. A smile graced his lips. “I speak English too, Father. It's very nice of you to try, though.” Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment, realizing the misstep, but it wasn’t just the mistake that left you flustered. It was the way his smile lingered, and his hand stayed a little longer in yours, “I’m Javier Escuella.”

“Well! Charles, Javier, and Kieran! Breakfast will be ready soon. I just put it in the oven. When it's done, you can grab it and go or join me at the kitchen table!” You spun on your heels, B-lining to the kitchen, nimble fingers toying with the crucifix around your neck that felt like it weighed a ton across your shoulders. Was this another test? Making you grapple with possible homosexuality and then throwing three very handsome men your way? How could God throw such temptation right in front of you?

You flipped the bacon in the pan: the golden-brown color and the sweet smell of biscuits filled the kitchen. Fresh eggs were on the counter, ready to be cooked in the bacon grease. The three men shuffled into the kitchen, sharing no words among themselves. You heard each of them pull out a chair and sit. You looked over your shoulder and smiled at each of them settling in.

“Living in a livestock town is great for fresh meat and eggs! Too bad it smells terrible out there,” you laughed, taking the bacon off the pan and gently shaking the extra fat before adding it to the pile you had already finished and putting that plate on the table.

“You men new to Valentine? I don’t think I’ve seen y’all around before!” You’d heard of new faces popping up around town from passing conversations you caught when there were church events. You pulled on a pair of oven mitts and glanced over at the men. Kieran’s gaze flickered briefly over your figure, his eyes lingering just a bit too long before he looked away.

Charles, always the quiet one, seemed distracted by the decor on the walls. His gaze skimmed over photos of past church members and the occasional framed painting. But Javier– Javier’s eyes were fixed on you. His intense stare followed every movement you made; you couldn’t determine his feelings. His dark eyes swirled with such an intensity.

“It’s just an extended stay,” Charles spoke, his voice steady, but you caught the subtle way his eyes strayed back to you, though he quickly masked it. “Yeah, we’re just passing through,” Javier’s raspy voice followed, rich and low, sending a jolt through you as you placed the hot pan in the center of the table. “Well, while you’re here, I’ll make sure you’re well-fed,” you offered with a smile. "No need to come to mass or anything." You turned to close the oven door, but as you did, you didn’t feel the weight of three pairs of eyes on you, each gaze landing right on your ass.

“I’d like to hear more about this town,” Javier said, his voice steady as he leaned forward, his eyes still fixed on you. "We don’t know much about it yet—other than the… livestock." He chuckled softly, and you couldn’t help but smile. People didn’t often visit the church outside of using the confessional booth on Sunday mornings or Wednesdays. “Well, there’s not much to it, really,” you said, facing him. "It’s small but rowdy. Just a week or so ago, there was this huge bar fight. I heard it over here.” Your voice held a worried tone as you recalled the yelling. You cracked two eggs into the skillet, and the oil popped slightly.

“Drinking is a strong vice; it makes people lose sense. But being down the road from it is not the worst. I like to think it's peaceful in the church.” You flipped the eggs, adding two more to the pan. Grabbing a plate, sprinkling salt and pepper, you placed the two cooked eggs on it. You put the first plate in front of Kieran. “Thank you for the food, Father (name)!” Kieran quickly dug in as Charles's plate was placed before him. Javier's plate promptly followed. Charles took a biscuit and made a small sandwich with egg and bacon. “Oh! That's very smart, Charles. You are a wise man!” You made your small sandwich, a grin across your face.

“You cook like this often?” Charles asked, taking a bite from his sandwich. You stiffened slightly, worried if everything had tasted bad or was overcooked. “Every day, I do breakfast and dinner; I hope you’re asking to come by more often and not because it's foul?” you laughed, trying to make light of it, but your smile faltered slightly. Your stomach is already twisted in ways you couldn’t explain, but to add the layer that your food was bad? Your stomach felt tight. “No, Father (Name), it's perfectly fine, very good food."

Javier leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving yours. “You’d make a good wife. Why aren’t you married?” he said, toned low and teasing. His voice was undeniably warm, and it made your skin flush. Javier shifted in his seat, his knee brushing against yours just slightly. The contact was subtle, but it sent a warmth flooding through you, making your breath hitch momentarily. You forced yourself to focus on the biscuit sandwich in your hand.

“Other than the fact that I am a man?” you said, trying to maintain your composure, though your voice trembled slightly. “I was young when I vowed chastity. I never was much into relationships. My relationship with God and friends has always taken up that space… at least, I like to think so.” You laughed weakly, hoping the words lighten enough to mask your uncertainty.

“You can’t miss what you’ve never had,” you said, trying to deflect, hoping to ease the weight of the question that had made your chest tighten. Each man’s mind seemed to race, caught somewhere between curiosity and something more, something deeper that you couldn’t quite name. “Never?” Charles chimed in, his voice a touch incredulous. He leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on the table as he studied you. “Like never at all? Never a fling or a kiss?" You swallowed, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as you finished the last bite of your biscuit sandwich, using the moment to avoid the pressure of their eyes on you. You wiped your mouth with a napkin, trying to act casual, but you could feel your pulse quicken, the room shrinking around you.

“Nope, Mister Smith,” you said with a playful edge, trying to lighten the mood, though you could hear your voice tremor. “I didn’t have a rebellious phase or anything.” Kieran, quietly observing the exchange, finally spoke up, his voice gentle: “You’re quite a good-looking man. Have girls never fallen over themselves for you?” Laughing, you shook your head. “Nope, my brothers always got those confessions in our neighborhood. I focused on playing and getting better at games to beat them.” Each man chuckled, finishing up his meal.

“You’re a strong man, Father (Name). If I had your looks, I’d be a friend of every lady.” Kieran had a big grin across his face, eating some leftover bacon. Charles stood and took everyone's plate, placing each in the sink before washing them. “Oh, Mister Smith! You don’t have to! Please, you are a guest.” You stood holding out your hand, and he softly brushed away. “You took the time to make food for those in need; the least we can do is wash the dishes, especially because we’ll return for dinner."

You felt a pair of hands pull you backward from your hips, “Well, don’t make us all look bad, Charles; we will help too, Father. You go sit down and rest.” Your skin continued to burn as Javier's hands lingered, “Well, if you men insist, I will find chores elsewhere; please let me know when you plan to head out! Dinner is at 7; bring any other friends you may have!”

You shuffled out of the kitchen, giving Kieran a smile as your mind went into a panic. You would take this time to wash your sheet and maybe have a dip in the nearby river, as the cool water would help you calm down a bit before they come back later.

[jjangwonie]

DOUBLE LIFE

DOUBLE LIFE MASTERLIST

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ summary: With your anonymous Twitter account, you've acquired a pretty good following and popularity, throughout your school as well. Jake, your long-time crush, is one of them, head over heels. Yet when you once confessed to him, he had rejected your confession, saying that he already has his eye on someone else. What happens when he finds out that his online crush is the person that he rejected? And... How are you going to deal with this?

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ word count: ~2.2k

TWELVE - no girl skills [written]

"What are you guys doing?"

You and Jungwon look over to the two older boys putting the drinks on the table, who are lightly scanning over Sunoo and Riki.

"What do you mean? I am super casual right now," Riki states with a stoic face while leaning his arm over the chair, one leg propped on the seat of Sunoo, who is leaned back and arms crossed, legs spread out in front of him.

"...Sure." Sunghoon takes a seat across from you, alongside Jake.

You quickly take one of the drinks, gulping down half of it. You don't notice, but Jake does the same with his drink.

Sunoo, ever the social butterfly, keeps the conversation going, regaling the group with an animated story about one of his misadventures in the school's art room. "Anyways, so that's how I ended up with my hair tainted with dark ink spots for a week." he finishes with a sigh, earning chuckles from around the table. "It's giving you a sign to dye your hair back to black." Riki nudges him.

Jungwon, noticing your silence, gently nudges you. "You okay?" he whispers, concern evident in his eyes.

You nod, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just... excited for the performance," you murmur back, grateful for his attentiveness. Meanwhile, Jake sits rigidly in his chair, his eyes darting between you and Sunghoon, clearly uncomfortable. He takes a long sip of his drink, using the glass as a shield to avoid eye contact.

Riki, never one to miss an opportunity for mischief, leans towards Jake. "So, hyung, got any embarrassing stories about Sunghoon hyung to share?" he asks with a sly grin.

Before Jake can respond, Sunghoon interjects, "Don't you dare, Jake. I know where you live." The playful threat breaks some of the tension, eliciting a genuine laugh from the group. Even you can't help but smile at your brother's antics.

Your attention is drawn to the stage as movement catches your eye. Jay and Heeseung are busy setting up, their practised movements showing their familiarity with the routine.

As they adjust the microphones, Heeseung looks up, catching sight of your table. He flashes a charming smile and waves, causing a flutter of excitement to ripple through the pub.

You raise your hand in a small wave back, a soft smile playing on your lips. For a moment, you forget about the awkwardness at the table, allowing yourself to be caught up in the anticipation of the upcoming performance.

Jay notices Heeseung's distraction and follows his gaze to your table. He grins and gives an enthusiastic thumbs up.

"Looks like they're almost ready," Sunghoon observes, his voice carrying a hint of pride for his friends.

"Thank you for letting me take the stage once again," Jay starts, resting his guitar on his lap. "Tonight, I invited my good friend Heeseung to perform a song we've been working on together."

Anticipation washes over you as you lean forward on your chair.

"I hope you all enjoy this evening, this song is called 'Highway 1009'."

The lights dim, Jay and Heeseung's music filling the pub with a warm, inviting atmosphere.

Their smooth voices and the practised strums coming from Jay's guitar make the group at the table fall into a comfortable silence, bobbing their heads to the rhythm and enjoying the performance.

While everyone else is focused on the stage, Jake's mind is elsewhere. His eyes occasionally flick towards you, then back to Sunghoon, guilt gnawing at him.

'I can't believe I rejected Sunghoon's sister', he thinks, his fingers tapping nervously on his glass. 'If he finds out... No, I can't tell him.' Jake tries to lose himself in the music, but his thoughts keep circling back. 'Why am I so worried about this? It shouldn't matter, right?'

The final notes of the song ring out, snapping Jake back to reality. He joins in the enthusiastic applause, pushing his conflicted thoughts aside for now.

Soon, Jay and Heeseung join the table, still buzzing with post-performance energy. The conversation flows more freely now, the earlier awkwardness dissipating.

"So, Riki," Heeseung grins, "I hear you've been giving Jake a run for his money on the football field?"

Riki puffs up his chest. "Well, I don't like to brag, but..."

"Yes, you do," you interject with a roll of your eyes.

Jake laughs, finally relaxing a bit. "He's not wrong though. Riki's got some serious skills."

The conversation shifts, and suddenly you find yourself the center of attention as Riki recounts a recent incident with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Oh, you should have seen it," he says, barely containing his laughter. "y/n was being particularly sour one day, so I thought I'd help her match her outfit to her attitude-"

You groan, covering his mouth with your palm. "Riki, don't you dare-" but you quickly jump back the moment you feel his teeth nip your palm and you dry your hand with a disgusted face.

"Ah, that is what happened that other day, huh?" Heeseung smirks. "Don't worry, y/n. You looked awfully cute in your gym apparel." His comment gains some snickers along the table.

"I'll get you back for this, Nishimura Riki." You huff while looking away. Jungwon slips a quick candy in your hand with a smile, signalling to not get too worked up about it.

As the night wears on, you notice Sunoo, Jungwon, and Riki exchanging glances. Suddenly, they start gathering their things.

"Well, it's been fun, but we should head out," Sunoo announces, a little too cheerfully.

You eye them suspiciously. "Wait, what? Why are you leaving?"

Jungwon gives you a meaningful look. "We've got that... thing, remember? The one we talked about earlier?"

"What thing?" you ask, genuinely confused.

Riki rolls his eyes. "The thing where we leave you to bond with your brother and his friends," he whispers, not quite softly enough.

Your eyes widen in realization and a touch of panic. "Oh. No, wait. Why?" you manage, shooting them a 'please don't leave me' look.

But your friends are already saying their goodbyes, Sunoo giving you a sneaky wink as they depart, leaving you at the table with Sunghoon, Heeseung, Jay, and Jake.

You throw your head back into your chair. 'Great. Now what?'

As if by some cosmic joke, you suddenly find yourself alone at the table with Jake. Sunghoon, Jay, and Heeseung had excused themselves, muttering something about helping the staff with equipment or getting more drinks - you weren't really paying attention, too focused on the fact that you were now in the exact situation you'd been dreading all night.

An awkward silence stretches between you and Jake, both of you fidgeting with your drinks.

That horrendous memory keeps replaying, of how much you made a fool of yourself. Your eyes linger on a spot on the wall as you rethink all your decisions up until now.

Finally, Jake clears his throat.

"Listen, y/n," he starts, his voice low and hesitant. "I wanted to apologize. For that day at the school festival. I feel terrible about how it went."

You blink and slowly face him, surprised by his directness. "Oh, um, it's okay. Really. It was some time ago and you didn't know who I was."

Jake runs a hand through his hair, a habit of his. "Did you... did you ever tell Sunghoon about it?"

You shake your head quickly. "No, no. I could never, I'd never hear the end of it. Did you?"

"No, I haven't," Jake sighs, relief evident in his voice.

A beat passes, and then Jake attempts to keep the conversation going. "So, how's your classes going? Sunghoon mentioned you were in Advanced Writing?"

You nod. "Yeah."

Jake shifts in his seat to turn to you more. "How is it? And isn't that class taught in the building on campus me and your brother are?"

"Uh, yeah. It is, but I am there briefly because it is only once a week." Your eyes shift. "And classes are okay. It's challenging but I enjoy it," you respond, offering a soft smile.

Jake's mouth twitches at the soft smile, feeling like the awkwardness may be fading, even if it's small. "Oh, I see. Might explain why I have never seen you around." He takes a sip of his drink as he looks around the room, still feeling a bit awkward himself.

As short small talk continues, you find yourself relaxing slightly, though your responses remain brief. Jake, on the other hand, seems to be genuinely enjoying the conversation, his earlier nervousness fading, as he leans back in his chair while facing you.

After a lull, you gather your courage and ask, "So, um, any luck with that girl you had your eye on? The one you mentioned... before."

Jake's face lights up, but then he composes himself. "Actually, yeah. We've been talking online for a bit now. It's been really nice. She's funny and sweet, and I genuinely like talking to her."

You look up. "Really?" your voice comes out a bit more as a surprise. You look down at your drink as you stir the straw around aimlessly, trying not to seem too surprised. "That's great. I'm happy for you." Your voice sounds timid, shy to talk to him face to face again.

Jake, caught up in his enthusiasm, doesn't notice your slightly strained voice. He's about to ask you about your own love life when a familiar voice cuts through the air.

"Well, well, what do we have here?"

Sunghoon's teasing tone makes both you and Jake jump slightly. He's standing there with Jay and Heeseung, a playful but slightly protective glint in his eye.

"Jake, my man," Sunghoon continues, slinging an arm around his friend's shoulders. "What exactly were you discussing with my little sister, hm?"

Jake's eyes widen, and you can almost see him mentally scrambling for a response. "We were just, uh, talking about school and stuff. Right, y/n?"

You nod quickly, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. "Yep, just school. Very boring, academic stuff."

Heeseung raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Uh-huh. Jake not putting his girl skills to use this time?" he says with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

Jay chuckles, elbowing Heeseung. "Come on, leave them alone. I'm pretty sure that Jake doesn't have girl skills like that."

As the others settle back into their seats, the earlier one-on-one atmosphere dissipates. You look off and sigh in relief.

The night wears on, and the conversation at the table becomes more animated and relaxed. Jake finds himself leaning in, eager to learn more about you, realizing how little he actually knows compared to the rest.

"So, y/n," Jay prompts with a grin, "tell us about your latest battle with Riki."

You roll your eyes dramatically, slumping back into your seat. "Oh, where do I even start? The other day, he decided it would be hilarious to replace all my bookmarks with pictures of himself."

Sunghoon groans, "Not again. I swear, half the stories I hear at home start with 'Oh my gosh you won't believe what Riki did today.'"

"To be fair," you counter, "I got him back. Let's just say that you'll be finding glitter in his gym clothes for the upcoming days." You wave your finger around with your eyes closed, gaining a soft laugh out of Jake.

Jay chuckles, shaking his head. "I love how Jungwon and Sunoo seem so sweet toward you but have to tear you guys apart before you two tear each other's throat out."

"I think it's sweet," Heeseung chimes in, a playful look on his face. "You know, Riki might just enjoy getting a rise out of you. Some people tease the ones they want attention from."

You scoff. "Please, Riki? He's like an annoying little brat."

As the night draws to a close, everyone starts gathering their things. Sunghoon checks his phone and nudges you. "We should head home, y/n. It's getting late."

Goodbyes are exchanged, and you and Sunghoon are the first to leave. As you walk away, you can't help but let your gaze linger a second too long at the table.

Back at the pub, Jay, Heeseung, and Jake are left, nursing the last of their drinks.

Heeseung leans back in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, y/n looked so pretty tonight. It's really different from the school clothes."

Jay's protective instinct kicks in immediately. "Hey now, watch it. That's basically my little sister you're talking about."

Heeseung holds up his hands in mock surrender, then turns to Jake. "What do you think, Jake? You've been pretty quiet."

Jake freezes for a moment, his mind flashing back to your earlier conversation. He clears his throat, shaking his head. "She is pretty chill. She seemed shy at first, but she is cool to talk to." The others nod, yet Heeseung doesn't seem satisfied with the answer.

He leans over the table, a smirk on his face. "Don't you think she is pretty?" He asks, making Jake cough on his last sips. "Come on. That's Sunghoon's little sister. Don't be weird." He answers.

Jay shakes his head. "Okay, hyung. I guess we call it a night, yeah? I don't want to hear this," he says as he stands up with a lighthearted scoff.

Heeseung merely laughs and glances over at Jake before patting Jay on the back. "Okay, okay, my bad. I won't pry any more, tonight."

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Wait For Your Love

pairing: lee minho x reader genre/warnings: friends to lovers, second love (kinda), fluff, minor angst, hurt/comfort, brief mentions of a previous relationship, brief descriptions of heartbreak, so much pining omg, college-aged, mc's gender is not specified word count: 1.21k note:  i am proud i finished this one ngl. thank you @hwangism143 for giving me confidence. i'm not too sure how much i like this fic because it wrote itself but i hope you all still enjoy ♡

If there is anything Minho has learned about you in the years he’s known you, it’s that you’re not subtle. 

It’s something that’s never seemed to bother you, even after he pointed it out once during your shared lecture class, voice tinged with exasperation as you ogled at the upperclassman you’d been making heart eyes at for the nth time that week. You wear your heart on your sleeve like a badge of honor, displayed proudly for the entire world to see. 

Minho has witnessed every emotion be reflected on your face at least once. If asked, he could probably fill a whole book with expressions he didn’t even know were possible until he saw them on you, though the snapshots etched into his memory could never perfectly capture the art of facial contortion you’ve mastered. 

Your open nature was evident from the beginning. He can still picture the bright grin you gave him when you occupied the desk next to his on the first day of high school. The feel of your gaze flickering towards his seated form and the light bouncing of your knee as the teacher dismissed class made it no surprise when you twisted in your chair to ask for his name and if he’d like to eat lunch with you. 

It’s a curious thing, looking back on it, to see the immediate effect you had on him. Minho truly couldn’t help the pink hues coloring his cheeks as you tested his name on your tongue for the first time, nor the shy smile blossoming on his lips at the way you visibly lit up when he accepted your offer. He didn’t know you, didn’t know why you were so happy, didn’t know what this feeling was deep inside his chest; all he knew was that he really wanted to keep making you smile. 

He likes to think he’s been successful over the years, if the way your head tilts back in laughter at his silly antics and tight grip on his biceps to hold yourself up is anything to go by. It’s an admirable goal his younger self set, though he’s not sure when it shifted from wanting you to be happy to just...wanting you.

He wanted you when he introduced you to his cats for the first time, the gentlest smile playing on his lips at your barely contained excitement as they brushed past your legs. He wanted you when you tried to teach him how to swim, despite the poorly concealed judgmental looks you kept throwing at him when he clung to your shoulders tightly in the shallow water. He wanted you at your best, at your worst, and in all your in-betweens. He wanted to be by your side, even if he couldn’t have you. 

And he was. Minho was there to separate your clammy hands, wrung together by the anxiety flooding through your system, and give them a reassuring squeeze. He watched you take a calming breath, offering him one last nervous smile before walking a few rows over to ask out Chan, the upperclassman you wouldn’t stop gushing about. He offered you two thumbs up and the best smile he could muster as you bounded back to him, hands waving wildly in the air as you fervently spilled the details about how you scored a date on Saturday.

He was there to give the best “guy advice” a man with no relationship experience possibly could and third-wheeled more times than he’d like to admit, because, try as he might, he never was able to say no to you. 

No, Minho never left. If he did, who would be there to comfort you after you and Chan broke up right before his graduation? It didn’t matter that you were failing miserably at hiding your puffy face or eyes glistening with tears threatening to fall as you delved further into what happened. He didn’t care about the tears from your sobs staining his shirt and wetting his neck as he pulled you into his chest or the amount of tissue piled in his trash can. Minho chose to bear your heartbreak, be the anchor you needed because he loved you. He loved you in the way you deserved to be loved. 

He noticed the soft sighs escaping your past lips when he drove past somewhere that reminded you of Chan and the distant, longing look in your eyes when his name was mentioned. He saw your posture straighten, features lighting up slightly with a quiet “thank you” leaving your lips when he offered to bring you coffee every week before your morning class. Minho watched the weight on your shoulders be slightly lifted day by day as you reclaimed and channeled your love into yourself. He witnessed the smile finally reach your eyes, your laughter ringing in the air after he successfully predicted what the characters on the TV screen would say, and he swore he’d never felt prouder in his life.

Minho has learned all your mannerisms and would argue that he knows you better than he knows himself. Yet, there was a gleam in your eyes he’d never seen before when he leaned back on your couch and locked his eyes with yours. The way you quickly redirected your gaze was new too, and you even looked a little... shy. His eyes trailed down to your lap, where you fiddled with your fingers as he grabbed one of your surprisingly sweaty hands in comfort. Oh, it’s warm too. Weird. 

It was weird when you refused to look at him for longer than two seconds when he picked you up for class the next day. He could not figure out why you were biting down on your cheeks to hold back the smile threatening to break out any moment, nor did he understand why, two weeks later, your smile directed at him had changed—still radiant and beautiful but somehow softer, more loving.

Why are you looking at him as if you love him? 

You’re not subtle; you never have been. Minho can see it now in the way you’ve found more excuses to hold onto his arm when walking through heavy foot traffic, when you’re scared by the movie he teased you about, when you’re pulling him closer because you’re cold and don’t want to reach for the blanket resting beside your body. He can see your love overflowing in the same way as his, hands itching to intertwine with each other. 

He knows you know about his feelings for you. How could you not, when he can hear your panicky voice reverberating through your apartment’s front door, pacing footsteps creaking the floorboards as you repeatedly question one of your other friends about how you should ask him out? He really hopes the catch in his breath wasn’t too audible.

Minho doesn’t mind waiting; he’d wait forever if he had to. But it doesn’t look like he’ll have to wait for long, not when your hope-filled determination paired with a wide-eyed stare pierces his heart and soul as you wrench the door open and usher him through the entryway.  

And if he didn’t leave until the next morning, hand intertwined with yours as he dragged you to the nearest coffee shop, well, that wasn’t anyone else’s business.

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YOUR GIRL | Part One. Patrick Zweig X Female!Reader

Pairing: Patrick Zweig x female!reader, Tashi Duncan x female!reader (platonic)

Summary: After your parents announce their divorce, you're sent to New York to pursue your passion for the arts at NYU. Your cousin, the infamous tennis player Tashi Duncan, introduces you to her insufferable colleagues at a house party in the upper east side. Already a sore thumb from rural Canada, Patrick can't help but find interest in an untouched territory.

Word Count: 2,250.

Warnings: Sexual tension, profanities, mentions of alcohol and cigarette use.

MINORS DNI

Notes: The timeline is inaccurate in comparison to the film, this is an AU. All characters introduced are barely in their early 20s, unless stated otherwise. No use of y/n.

Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

CHAPTER ONE: "No. 1 Party Anthem"

It was a rather warm evening in Brooklyn. The year was 2013, and you were attempting to catch up on your introductory studies that had fallen upon you, against your expectations for your third year of university.

You were freshly 21 as of three weeks ago. Like many others, you had taken a gap year after you graduated high school. University seemed out of reach whilst dealing with the sour taste of your parents divorce, barely making it out alive of your hometown. Your mother approached you with the idea of transferring in the latter of your second year, suggesting it would be in everyone's best interests to get the fuck out of there. You could not have been more eager to arrive to your grandparents home in the heart of Brooklyn, able to distance yourself from the hellish scape of manure and arguments.

Your phone was ringing, piercing through the music playing through your headphones. You had been listening to Arctic Monkey's hit album AM while trying to cram all your assignments in one night. The triple shot latte you ordered two hours ago was far from warm, and had only made you more exhausted than helpful.

You picked up your phone, seeing Tashi's name displayed across the screen. You answer without a second thought.

"Hey, what's up?" You say nonchalantly, rubbing your forehead with your free hand. The caffeine was starting to create a dull ache between your brows.

"You're still coming out tonight, right?" Tashi asks eagerly on the other end.

You furrow your brows, confused. "What?" You say after a moment of silence.

Tashi sighs. "Don't tell me you forgot already. I asked you to come to this party with me not even a week ago? Is school already melting your braincells?" She asks, a tone of bemusement behind her words.

The conversation from last Monday replays in your mind quickly before you sigh.

"Right, sorry. That's tonight?" You ask, hoping that wasn't the case.

"Why else would I be calling you," Tashi says. "It starts at nine. I'm planning to be there by ten, obviously." She states matter-of-factly.

Your other hand runs through your hair. You were already tired at the thought of leaving the house from the comfort of your desk, let alone for a party.

"Tashi, it's like, eight already." You point out, pursing your lips as you read the clock on your macbook. You'd hope that statement alone would prevent her from egging you further.

"I know, that's why I'm already outside!" She exclaims.

"You're what?!" You respond, standing up.

"Can you let me in? I think grandma and grandpa already went to bed. I've rang the doorbell like three times." She says.

You raise a brow, looking over your computer and into the street through your window.

Tashi was, in fact, on the phone in front of your grandparent's house.

You laugh in shock, shaking your head. "You continue to surprise me since we were four, swear to god." You mumble into your phone right before hanging up.

You exit your room and head down the stairs, unlocking the front door to reveal Tashi.

She was still wearing a tennis skirt, but opted her matching top for a sweater that hung off her shoulder perfectly. She reminded you of a Brandy Melville mannequin.

Before you could even say a word, she steps into the house and engulfs you in a hug.

"I missed you, I am so glad your mom sent you here." She says, pulling back to reveal a mischievous grin.

"Hey, I chose to be here." You remind her as you close the front door. "But, I'm glad I'm here too." You admit, smiling back.

"Okay, so let me give you a run down of most of the people in attendance."

-

An hour later, you find yourself three shots deep into the grey goose bottle Tashi's mom gifted her as apart of her congratulatory gift for her tournament wins last month. Your bluetooth speaker plays a ripped playlist you curated yourself, thanks to the ability to download MP3s via Youtube. Tashi is giving you the most comical stories on every person she introduces into the story, and you are enjoying every single minute of it.

"...And there's this stubborn asshole named Patrick," She says, rolling her eyes. "I had my eyes set on Art all summer, but he would not leave me alone." She says, taking another swig of her bottle. She winces before continuing. "We did end up hooking up a few times, though." She giggled.

You gasp, smacking her arm. This action only cause her to laugh even more, shrugging in response.

"Seriously? Where's your dignity Duncan?" You scoff, chuckling.

"It was worth it, he's the best in bed I've had so far." She admits, sighing. She looked off in the distance as if she was reminiscing for a moment. "But what a fucking egotistical dickbag." She adds, shaking her head.

"Dickbag?" You repeat, laughing at the odd insult she used.

"He is equivalent to a bag of dicks!" She exclaims holding up a finger to further accentuate her point. "If you see him tonight," She put her hands on your shoulders, looking into your eyes. "Do not speak to him. He's a waste of space. Everyone he hasn't slept with- yet! Still fuck with him for some reason. We will definitely be seeing him there." She sighs, letting go of your shoulders.

You hum in thought. "Can I see a photo of these people you speak of?" I ask out of curiosity.

Tashi nods, holding up her phone to unlock it. "Wait, shit! We need to go!" She exclaims, getting up almost too fast. She nearly loses her balance before straightening herself out. "Let's get a taxi." She ushers you to get up, the alcohol coursing through your body.

-

Before you can even comprehend where you were, the taxi pulls up to a gorgeous mansion, somewhere in the upper eastside. You didn't recognize the address Tashi gave the driver, simply watching her pay him the fee as you both got out of the car. You could hear the music pulsing from within the house, recognizing We Are the People by Empire Of The Sun from anywhere. You were ecstatic, to say the least. It was your first party in New York after all.

Tashi grabs your arm and leads you eagerly to the front door, reassuring you that it "Isn't that big of a party."

As she opens the front door, you're met with colorful lights and the faint scent of smoke and music entwining with your senses.

If this wasn't a big party to her, then it was the Met Gala she must've been comparing to. You were already being pulled through a mass of sweaty, drunk bodies, barely holding your own upright. You held onto your cousin's arm as you just make it through to the other side. It was the kitchen, you assumed. The island was littered with different liquors and mixers to pair. You reserved your shock for a later conversation, attempting to hold a nonchalant demeanor as Tashi introduced you to some of her friends and colleagues from the tennis realm; a world you were a stranger in.

"Art, this is my cousin." Tashi introduces you. You recognize his name from the earlier conversation, sticking out your hand to shake his.

"Nice to meet you!" You exclaim over the music.

He laughs, shaking your hand. "Likewise!" He says. The blonde held a red solo cup in one hand, and a cigarette behind his ear. How classy. you thought to yourself.

The amount of bodies passing by and grazing you made you want to scream, overwhelmed by all the sensations around you.

"Tashi, I'm stepping outside for some air." You tell your cousin. She nods, rubbing your arm before rejoining her conversation with unknown characters.

You step out into the backyard. A game of beer pong is to your right, and a wide backyard with a pool lies ahead of you. You decide to find solace in a lawn chair, digging for your smokes in the pocket lining of your grandpa's leather jacket that you claimed as your own.

You placed a Marlboro Red in your mouth and lit it up, watching the scene in front of you.

The game of beer pong was rather intense, men yelling at each other over the bounce of a plastic ball. You knew you should socialize, but the alcohol was beginning to wear off. Your confidence was at a total zero. Your eyes wander off to the left, landing on someone who caught your eye.

He also had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, egging his opponents to sink a cup. He holds his cigarette to let out a laugh as they fail to do so, flipping them off in return. He was wearing a striped button up that was surely no where near buttoned, and jeans that hung around his waist perfectly, a mess of black hair on top of his head.

You kept your eyes on him as you took another drag of your cigarette. You could hear the infamous song Sexy Boy by Air playing from inside, which was oddly fitting for what you saw in front of you. You play it off when he looks in your direction, redirecting your eyes to the pool instead. You glance back over at the game, the mysterious male's eyes still on you before he throws the ping pong ball into the final solo cup. He secures his victory, cheering as his teammates gather around and pat his back vigorously.

Men. You think to yourself, holding back from rolling your eyes. You decide you needed another drink, getting up and heading back into the house.

Tashi was nowhere to be seen, not that it was a total surprise to you. She was one of the newest it girls to the scene, she deserved her rounds of congratulations in return for you being left to your own devices.

You wander over to the island full of alcohol, retrieving a plastic cup for yourself to fill with a random concoction that you could barely stomach. You down it in a matter of seconds, not wanting the taste of vodka with a splash of sprite to linger on your tongue longer than it has to. You decide to make yourself another for extra measure, knocking it back like it was cough medicine.

You continue to move through the masses, finding an armchair that was beckoning for you to sit upon. You place yourself on the plush throne, pulling your phone out of your pocket as you mindlessly scroll through your Instagram feed.

For what seems like merely a minute later, you sense a presence hovering over you. You look up, your eyes meeting the same ones you were ogling earlier. It was mystery beer pong man.

"Can I help you?" You ask, the alcohol giving you a surge of confidence.

The male raises and eyebrow and begins to smirk down at you. "I don't know, can you?" He queries, sipping on his drink. He notices your lack of interest, chuckling to himself. "What's your name?" He asks.

You let a moment go by before answering. His eyes widen slightly at your response. "Aren't you Tashi's cousin?" He says, his smirk now grown into a idiotic smile plastered on his face.

"Yeah," You say, standing up from the chair to meet his level. Unfortunately, he still towered over you with his height, but that didn't stop you from standing your ground. "And you are?" You ask, crossing your arms.

"Save that for later." He says, looking down at you with a drunken gaze. "I think you're quite beautiful." He states bluntly, taking another sip of his drink.

Your cheeks develop a pinkish hue at the sound of his words, looking down for a moment before returning his gaze.

"Aren't you a confident one?" You say, your eyes narrowing.

"I only speak the truth." He says in defense, closing the space between you two by a few inches. "Where is your cousin? Quite rude of her to leave you all alone." He murmurs, tilting his head.

You scoff, glaring at him. "She has more friends here than I do, I'm not obligated to to stay by her side the whole time." You remark, challenging him with your tone.

The mystery man raises his hands in defense. "Hey, relax. It was just an innocent question." He glances over at the vacant couch to the left of him. "Sit with me, yeah?" His question was more of a command, finding yourself sat beside him before you could realize what was happening. He stretches his arm out on top of the cushions behind you, basically inviting you to sit closer to him.

You don't understand what came over you, whether it was the alcohol or your loneliness, but you listened. Your hips were basically touching, and you started telling him about myself.

"... And that's how I ended up here. Well, Brooklyn." You finish, placing your hands in your lap.

He nods, taking a final sip of his drink. "So, you really don't know anyone besides your intolerable classmates and Tashi?" He says, his eyes gazing over your body before meeting your eyes again.

"No, not really." You admit, shrugging. You attempt to ignore the flames licking the inside of your stomach due to his constant stares at your body, your hands fidgeting with the tassels of your bohemian camisole.

"Well, consider me a new friend." He hums, leaning in closer to you. He places his hands on top of yours, stopping you from playing with your shirt.

At this point, you could feel his breath just barely grazing your lips. You found the sudden urge to take this man to the bathroom and do inexcusable things to him, things you couldn't even tell your own cousin about.

Before you could suggest a change of scenery, Tashi appears in front of the two of you.

"I've been looking for you everywhere!" She exclaims, glancing between the two of you. She glares down at the man who you nearly were about to hook up with if given the chance. "You," She scolds, pointing a finger at him. "Do not speak to my cousin ever again Patrick!" She grabs ahold of your arm and pulls you onto your feet.

Patrick.

Your eyes widen, looking between your pissed off cousin and the bemused man.

That's Patrick? You thought to yourself. The douchebag Tashi warned me about?

"Chill the fuck out, Duncan. I wasn't gonna do anything," He reassures, looking over at you. "Yet." He adds with a handsome grin.

Tashi groans. "You... Ugh! We're leaving, now." She tells you, pulling you away from the scene and towards the door.

You look over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of Patrick waving goodbye, a smirk growing on his face. You had a feeling this wasn't going to be the last time you'd hear from him, and you couldn't figure out if that was a bad thing or not.

-

hii, this is the first chapter of a mini series im attempting to start during my personal writers block, lol. ignore any grammar errors, I didnt really read this over. i hope you like it! let me know if you'd like the next part, my crush on josh o'connor keeps my inspiration growing. feel free to suggest other scenarios you'd like me to write. thank you for your time!

[underoospeterparker]

can we pleaseeee have a fic of Jade and fem reader being together on Tory's first day and Tory accidentally spills coffee on reader and when she tries to wipe it up Jade gets really pissed off and later just pulls Y/N to sit on her Lap.

this is so cute!

blurb, jade west x fem!reader, victorious

warnings: literally nothing except tiny bit of swearing

jade was forced to walk tori around the school to show her around by the guidance counsellor. apparently it would be good to 'broaden her horizons' by 'welcoming a new student to hollywood arts'. what a joke.

tori was, in short, the most basic girl jade had ever met. she was wearing the latest style, and of course, she carried a vanilla latte. her hair was platted to her face, clothes so bright it made jade want to vomit. disgusting.

"and.... here's the lockers. one last thing, and i swear to god, if you touch my girlfriend, i'll rip you to shreds-" jade was interrupted by a quiet voice.

"hi, baby!" you smiled up at your girlfriend. her usually angry eyes softened when she saw your smile. it never failed to brighten up her day.

"hi, sweetheart," your girlfriend murmured, letting out a small smile.

tori's annoying voice interrupted your conversation. "who's this?" she asked perkily, so cheerful it annoyed jade. in her eyes, you were the only one who could be bubbly in the mornings and she wouldn't get annoyed at you, ever. jade was a softie when it came to you.

jade rolled her eyes and proceeded to not respond, so you did it for her. "um, i'm (y/n), i'm, uh, jade's girlfriend." you stuck out your hand after your introduction, which tori took enthusiastically. "welcome to hollywood arts, i guess," you murmured.

you were kind of anxious introducing yourself to new people. you were scared of what they thought of you, which jade picked up on almost immediately. once people got to know you, they understood the person you really were.

jade grabbed your hand, squeezing it gently. her thumb gently stroked the back of your hand, trying to comfort you without words.

"you okay?" she said quietly.

"yeah, i'm good."

she smiled at you gently. "let's go eat?"

tori interrupted your conversation again. "do you mind if i join you guys? i don't really know anyone else yet, and-"

"sure, loser, you can hang with us."

the tables were crazy crowded, but you managed to find one outside. your table was you, jade, tori, beck, andre and robby.

while eating lunch, jade casually rested her hand on your thigh, and you loved the warmth of it. she always made you feel so safe with her.

tori suddenly stood up. "i'm just gonna go use the bathroom, i'll be right back-"

she got up from the table, but not before the remnants of her vanilla latte spilled all over you. the cup dropped to the floor and tori stood in shock. "oh my god, i am so sorry. here wait-"

she grabbed some tissues from a nearby table and tried to mop up the mess she had made on your clothes.

jade was watching the scene, infuriated with this girl who had just spilled a drink all over her girlfriend. "stop," she said calmly.

jade effortlessly pulled you onto her lap, where you rested comfortably as she tried to remove the stains on your shirt herself. she was so gentle. after trying her best, your shirt still looked like an absolute shit show.

you looked down, giggling at what you saw on your shirt. jade took the opportunity to plant a kiss on your forehead. she mumbled against your forehead, "i swear, i'm gonna kill that girl."

I have another jade west x reader fic coming soon!

[warlocksoup]

haikyuu angstober

day two: shimizu kiyoko

art (in order): pomegranate photogroph by vlad loktev | love slowly kills by adrian borda

soundtrack: graceland too by pheobe bridgers

warnings: unviversity au, breakup, implied homophobia, disapproving family, unhealthy family dynamics

word count: 875

Kiyoko would do anything for her.

It was cloudy outside the day she rested her head in Kiyoko’s lap, hair splayed out against her jeans. Kiyoko’s dorm bed was cramped and uncomfortable, limbs tucked away and bent in awkward positions to accommodate them both. Kiyoko lost feeling in her left leg, and the tips of her fingers were like ice as she dragged them through the ends of her hair.

Her eyes kept fluttering shut, and then abruptly opening once she remembered that she had promised to stay awake. But Kiyoko didn’t mind; she had given up on paying attention to the film in favor of admiring her anyways.

“Kiyoko,” she said, thick and dumbstruck, eyes still closed.

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m really in love with you.”

It’s different now. It’s sunnier, brighter, warmth drifting in through the slightly cracked window. They’re on opposite sides of the bed, legs crossed and not looking at each other.

Kiyoko folds her hands in her lap, looking down at her thumbs as they tap together. She wants to touch her. She wants to take her hands between her own and place kisses along the line of her jaw and hold her in her lap. But something ugly sits between them now, and she can’t even bring herself to lift her head.

“I think,” she starts, voice hoarse and raw, like she’s had this conversation with herself a million times over. “I think we should break up.”

At first, Kiyoko does nothing. She just sits there, warm breeze not reaching her. It starts to slip over her, a slick, heavy oil that drips down the center of her spine. Her limbs feel like lead. Her eyes start to burn. She inhales sharply. “Are you sure?” Kiyoko asks her, because she doesn’t want her to be.

But still, she nods. Kiyoko watches the movement from the corner of her eye. “Yeah.”

A tear drops from her eyes to her entwined fingers. Kiyoko tries to blink the rest of them away. “Why?”

She doesn’t say anything. The only thing Kiyoko can hear is concentrated breathing and slight sniffling. She feels herself getting tenser. “Please tell me why,” Kiyoko insists again, sharper this time.

Again, there’s nothing. No response or explanation or excuse, and it’s finally enough for Kiyoko to snap her head forward. She’s looking back at her, eyes watering and lip trembling, and Kiyoko knows. “It’s your parents, right?”

“It’s what’s best for me,” is the weak, half-hearted defense she offers.

It’s not surprising to hear it. Kiyoko has heard enough passing comments and half-told stories to get a good understanding of how her parents work without ever having to meet them. Kiyoko knows what they’re like from the way her posture changes when they’re mentioned, from way her expression flickers and shifts.

‘I don’t think they’re the type of people you’ll ever want to meet,’ she had told Kiyoko before, slipping her hand out of Kiyoko’s as they trudged along a busy sidewalk, pushing past the other people around them. ‘I’ll be happier once they’re out of my life.’

Kiyoko shakes her head. “No, it’s not. Don’t say that.”

“What do you want me to do?” she sobs lightly, tears spilling over now. “Pay for school myself? Pay for housing? How am I supposed to get through school without them?”

“With me,” Kiyoko answers, insistent now, leaning in towards her. “Get through it with me. I’ll help you. We can get a place together, and we’ll work, and it will suck, but we could do it. You don’t have to-“

“Kiyoko, please,” she cuts her off. “It wouldn’t work. You know it wouldn’t work. You’d spend all your time working, and your grades would drop, and you’d lose sleep and never be able to see your friends, and-and you’d resent me for it.”

Kiyoko shakes her head. “No I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t ever.”

“Even if you didn’t, I don’t want that for you! Constantly struggling and never having enough of what you need. Always being tired. Never having a second for yourself. You already have too much to handle, I can’t make you take on more.”

“So I just have to lose you instead.”

“It’s what’s best,” she repeats again.

“It’s not what’s best,” Kiyoko contests, “it’s what’s easiest. You’re just scared.”

Her words fall between them, sitting limply in the middle of the bed. And she lowers her head, like she’s staring at them. “Maybe,” she concedes. Kiyoko feels panic crawl up her throat as she unfolds her legs and slides off the edge of her bed. “But it doesn’t matter either way. It doesn’t change anything.”

“I really wish it did.” Kiyoko feels like she’s begging now, voice and body trembling, tears spilling over. She clenches her muscles and bites back the urge to beg her to hold her.

“I’m sorry,” she says, “but please don’t contact me again.”

Kiyoko bites down on her bottom lip to hold back her sobs. She listens to her footsteps retreat, listens to the door open and gently close again. She counts to five after that, and then lets out a wail. Kiyoko’s arms go around her knees, and she pulls them up to her chest, rocking slightly.

Kiyoko would do anything for her.  

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[tiathecreator]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ my love mine all mine. ( dick grayson ) !

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎.𖥔 ݁ ˖✎ᝰ synopsis — " nothing in the world is mine for free, but my love, mine, all mine, all mine. " blk reader.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟwarnings — possibly ooc dick ( i never write characters how they actually are lol ),angst, possibly hurt/no comfort ( ? ), unrequited love ( sorry y'all), she's a doozy y'all, dramatic x 100000.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ tia speaks — i need to stop listening to mitski while i brainstorm new fic idea because i just keep writing song fics. but alas, here we are. i literally love this album and i lowkey might make a masterlist for my song fics because i write sooo many of them. i hope y'all like this because i am proclaiming song fics to be my brand. i also suggest listening to the song as you read the latter half of this. dedicated to @pinkhoodi cuz this OUR man.

"you'll be there, right?"

"are you kidding me? i wouldn't miss it for the world."

"where's dick?" your mother asked as you took a seat next to her at the dinner table. she was expecting the young man's presence, having gone as far to prepare one of his favorite side dishes and a little extra to take home. "i thought you said he was coming tonight?"

"more excited to see him than me, hm?" you joked, attempting to avoid your mother's question. she gave you a deadpanned stare, causing you to sigh dramatically before answering. "he told me that he couldn't make it a few hours ago, i just forgot to tell you."

"oh, honey..." your mom started, but you shook your head and offered her a reassuring smile.

"ma, it's not a big deal. i told him we could just celebrate another time," you lied, resting a hand on her shoulder as she gave you a sympathetic smile. your eldest brother sat across from you, having noticed dick's absence, but chose not to mention it. having heard the topic of conversation, he grabs your attention to congratulate you.

you were a small fashion designer, often dealing with making pieces for special events for the small city of bludhaven. you work out of a small shop that you rent with some of the money from your designs as well with the income from being a art teacher for the local elementary school. you took a leap of faith and sent a few of your designs to a big name corporations and they loved them, immediately offering you a position. this was your dream and everyone was excited for you.

and now, you're at the celebratory dinner your parents planned in your honor. the same dinner that dick was supposed to be at, pouring you a glass of merlot. he hadn't said a word. he hasn't answered your calls nor your texts. you tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, trying to convince yourself that this was just a misunderstanding on his part, but you couldn't help but care about his absence.

but this was your night. so, you sucked it up and smiled for the pictures with your friends and family. you laughed at the jokes. you even gave a big teary speech with the power of brandy.

"did you drive tonight?" your second eldest brother asked, watching as you swayed a bit before turning to look at him.

"no. i figured i'd have a ride home given that this was my celebration and i knew i'd drink, but..." you shrugged. "i'll probably just get a taxi."

"get in," he opens the passenger door, gesturing for you to get it. "i'll give you a ride."

you stared at him for a few seconds before giving him a drunken smile. "awww big brother, you're too kind."

"yeah, yeah. just remember me when you're rich and famous with your own fashion line, okay?" he said as you got into the passenger seat, drunkenly settling in the seat before turning to him and giving him a cheery smile and a thumbs up. he huffed a laugh before closing his car door.

he rounds the car, gets in, and begins to drive. he glances over at you before sighing at the melancholic gaze in your eyes.

"so," he started, his tone gentle. you perked up at the sound of his voice, turning your head to look at him. "dick didn't show."

"yeah," you sighed out, turning away to look out the window. "he didn't come."

"why?" he asked the pressing question that you were sure many others wanted to ask at the dinner as they noticed the empty chair to your left.

"he just... didn't come."

"you two fighting or something? because i can't seem to think of another reason as to why he wouldn't—" your brother started but you cut him off.

"i don't really wanna talk about it," you rubbed eyes, effectively messing up your makeup for the night. you didn't want to talk about how your best friend wasn't there to celebrate your greatest achievement to date. that was a tomorrow ( read: next week ) problem. "he didn't come. that's it."

there was a pause before he sighed. "okay."

"okay," you repeated, slouching back in your seat before smiling to yourself. "drop me off at the bar by my apartment? i could use one more drink."

"i think you've had enough to drink for one night," he responded as the parking garage of your apartment building came in the view.

as he pulled toward the gate of the garage, you looked out the window, noticing a familiar figure sitting on the hood of a car in front of your apartment building. you let another tired sigh before looking ahead of you.

"yeah, you're probably right."

you woke up to someone pounding on your door, coupled with the pounding headache as a consequence from last night's drinking. you remove yourself from your bed, dragging your feet over to your door as the knocking continued.

"yeah, yeah, i heard you the first time," you groan as you open the door, keeping the chain lock secured as you did so. you rubbed your eyes as you asked "what?"

"y/n," you startled at the sound of his voice, immediately looking up and being met with the guilty gaze of dick grayson with a bouquet in his hand. hurt and anger filled you as you rush to close your door, unsuccessful as he shoved his foot in the crack of the door. "y/n, please. i'm sorry! just-just listen to me for a second."

"go fuck yourself, grayson," you said, leaning your full body weight on the door as you tried to get it to close despite his foot being in the way. "move your foot or i'm gonna fucking break it."

"just let me in so we can talk, y/n. okay? i just wanna talk," he begged as he tried to push the door open and away from his throbbing foot.

"i said, move. your. fucking. foot." you emphasized your words as you threw your body against your door, further crushing his foot. he removed his foot, allowing you to close your door. you leaned against it as the tears welled up in your eyes.

"y/n, please. just let me in. i know i fucked up, just let me in, so we can talk," he spoke through the door. you scoffed aloud, shaking your head at the desperation in his voice. you thought about leaving him there to talk to the door as you wallowed in self pity in your bed, but your hoping heart got in the way of your vengeful mind. you stood up and undid the chain lock before open the door and walking away, allowing him to let himself in.

"why?" was the first thing you said when he closed the door behind him.

"y/n, i know you're upset—" he started, but you shook your head.

"why didn't you come?" you asked again.

"i didn't mean to flake on you like that. okay, you know you mean the world to me. i just got so caught up yesterday, y'know? like with work and barbara, i just lost track of—"

"barbara? you missed the dinner because you were with barbara?" your voice cracked as you stared at him in disbelief.

barbara.

it was always barbara.

it was barbara when he didn't come out with you for your 21st birthday. it was barbara when he missed all 10 of your calls when you found out your apartment was broken into and you just needed a place to crash for the night. it was barbara when you got rejected from your dream fashion academy and dick was the one person you wanted to comfort you and tell you that you were still good enough.

it was barbara when you finally worked up the courage to tell dick that you had been in love with him since you first met and he tells you that he finally got barbara to agree to give him a chance.

and each time, you sucked it up and forgave him, whether he knew he hurt you or not.

"yeah, i had some time to kill before the dinner and she asked me to come see her. and i mean, she's my girlfriend, so of course i went. and then i realized that it had gotten pretty late and by the time i would've gotten to the dinner, it would've been over. i came by last night, waiting for you to come back. i got this big bouquette and a cake from that shop on 2nd—" he rambled, sitting the flowers down on the counter and pacing across the floor as he tried to redeem himself.

"you missed my dinner for barbara? the dinner that my family, who lives 3 hours away, planned to celebrate me achieving the one thing that i've wanted since i could write...for barbara? for a little alone time with your girlfriend? you mean i sat through two hours of my mom coddling me because the one person i wanted to celebrate with, who i wanted to support me, didn't show because you were with barbara?" you interjected, fighting tears and swallowing the lump in your throat. dick stopped his pacing to look at you, a huge sigh leaving his body as he scratched the back of his neck.

the two of you stood in silence as you stared at the nervous man in front of you. dick opened and closed his mouth, searching for something to say as he notice the quivering of your bottom lip and the dewy glaze of your eyes.

"yeah," he broke the silence. "i know i fucked up yesterday, but that's why i'm here now. i wanted to fix my fuck up. y'know, take you out for like breakfast or to the art museum a few towns over with the fashion exhibit i told you about. we can spend the whole day out celebrating."

"well, i don't want to celebrate today. the time to celebrate was yesterday at dinner which you missed so," you shrugged at him, turning around walk into your kitchen area, hoping to contain your emotions for a few more seconds.

"i know this is important to you, okay, and i'm sorry that i missed the dinner yesterday, but i think you're being a little unfair to me, right now. i mean, i know that we're best friends and we always want to be there for each other, but i also have a life of my own. you can't always have me, y/n," he said.

you can't always have me, y/n.

the words rang through your mind as your head fell forward and your shoulders began to shake as the dam broke. your tears fell rapidly as you silently cried, refusing to make a sound to save the little bit of dignity you had left.

maybe you were being unfair. it was just a dinner and he was trying to make it up to you now. he was a busy man and you knew that, so him clearing his schedule for you was a good sign that he was sorry. and beside, he was right. you couldn't have him.

but just a little part of you, a very naive part, hoped that you could one day matter more that barbara when it came to dick.

you sniffled and let out a weak laugh. "you know what, you're right. i can't expect to have you all the time."

"y/n, you know i didn't mean it like that," he tried, approaching you to pull you into a hug as your tears still fell. you pulled away from him as you moved to lean on the sink. you crossed your arms before letting out another watery laugh and looking at the man.

"i think you should go home," you give him your best smile. it was strained and shaky, but it was all you could muster up.

"y/n, what about the museum—" he tried again. you shook your head for the umpteenth time.

"i'm not up for it today. you can make it up to me some other time but i really can't look at your face right now," you walked to your front door and held it open, waiting for him to walk out.

"no. i'm leaving you here to cry because i missed your dinner," he looked at you, frustrated that you suggested that he left you alone in the state that you were in.

"it's not about the dinner, dick," you exasperated. "i just think you should go. i'll give you a call when i'm free, okay?"

"y/n..." he started, not moving from his spot.

"dick, please leave," you finalized, gesturing to the door as you held it open. he began to walk to the door, dropping his head in shame. "take the flowers, too."

"the fl—you love daisies."

"barbara loves daisies. i like lillies. i appreciate the thought, but i think you should take them, too," you told him. he looked at the bouquet on counter before retreiving it and making his way out the door. he was silent as he left out of your apartment. he stopped in front of you for a few seconds, opening and closing his mouth a few time before leaving. you closed the door lightly behind him and slid down the door, resting your back against it as you allowed yourself to cry once more.

nothing is the world belongs to me, but my love, mine, all mine.

nothing in the world is mine for free, but my love, mine, all mine, all mine.

© tiathecreator 2023. all rights reserved.

[evereverest2]

Beer Bottle — Terzomega drabble

1.1k words

Terzo shows up only two hours before a ritual, asking Omega for help.

this is FLUFF, no smut. just a comfort piece between two lovers bc starting up school again has been stressful<3 now ik this damn website demands smut, so in exchange for that appeal, i offer you my art. (more images under the cut)

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“What did you get yourself into?”

Terzo shifted, wrapping his unbuttoned shirt that was falling around his shoulders tighter around his arms. He reached up and played with his grucifix, fiddling at the black cross with his fingers.

“I said no questions,” Terzo responded, flicking his eyes away from Omega’s intense stare. He pressed the grucifix against his lips, nibbling on it subconsciously.

Omega took a step back. He just had healed a cut on Terzo’s shoulder, turning it from a nasty gash to nothing but a faint scar, one that would certainly disappear within the week. Omega frowned, studying his face. “You’ll have to redo your paint soon.”

“Can you do it? It is faster when it is someone else.”

“I can’t do it, I’m not your makeup artist.”

“Oh, how hard is it, eh?” Terzo said, frustrated. “It is just a fucking skull!”

Omega crossed his arms, ignoring the outburst. “Tell me what happened last night.”

Terzo sighed. He was sitting on a bathroom counter at the back of a concert venue, only two hours before they were set to perform. He had approached Omega—careful to sneak past the crew and other ghouls—who immediately overreacted upon seeing him. All Terzo had wanted was for him to heal his wound, but Omega clearly had other ideas.

“Nothing.”

Omega, ever patient, put his hands on Terzo’s shoulders. “Why the hell did you come here looking like this?”

“Err… I overslept.”

Omega’s glare was intense, intimidating. Terzo shrunk under his imposing presence. Questioning, accusing.

“Tell me. Please, Terzo,” Omega said firmly. He cupped his face with his hand, gently brushing his cheek with his thumb.

Terzo could not hold it in anymore. His lips twisted down, parting slightly, a short cry slipping out of him. He covered his face, shoulders shaking, and began to weep.

“Oh— Fuck—“ Terzo sobbed. “No— Dammit, Omega…”

At once he was met with arms around him, with a gentle hand running through his hair, with tender coos and whispers, with back scratches.

“My tersoro.” Omega kissed his head. “It’s okay. Deep breaths, now.”

Terzo squeezed his eyes shut tightly, willing the tears to cease flowing. He took in one long breath after another. Focusing on inhaling, exhaling. The way his chest rose and made their embrace tighter, the way it collapsed and made them closer. Omega’s warmth was a great comfort after the night’s ordeal.

Terzo pulled away, turning to the mirror behind him.

“Satanas, now I really need to fix my face,” he half laughed, half sobbed, sucking in a quick breath.

Omega grabbed his chin and coaxed him into facing him. “Don’t worry about that; Talk to me.”

Terzo looked away shamefully. “I may have partied a little too hard.”

Omega tilted his head. “That’s not it.”

Terzo held out his hands, exasperated. “That is why I am hungover.”

“You were in a fight.”

“Yes, with the beer bottle of a bastard who could not take a joke,” Terzo scoffed, rubbing his shoulder.

“What?”

Terzo could practically see the flames in Omega’s eyes.

“Oh, come on, Omega, I made it out alive, did I not?”

“Why didn’t you take me with you?”

“You would have stood over my shoulder all night.”

Omega growled lowly. “Then no one would’ve hurt you.”

“Exactly!” Terzo furiously wiped his eyes. “You make sure I behave, keep me out of fights, and make me ready for the Ritual today.”

Omega searched his eyes, darting back and forth, confused. Terzo turned away.

“You… You wanted to get in a fight?”

“No.” Terzo’s voice cracked. “I mean— fuck, I do not know, Omega. I wanted to have fun.”

“You wanted to hurt.”

Another tear slipped from his eye. “Is that so surprising?”

“Terzo,” Omega said gravely. “What’s wrong?”

Terzo broke again, hunching his shoulders as a stream of whispered sobs escaped him. “It is so much.”

“What is?”

Terzo shook his head. “I cannot handle this.”

“Terzo—“

“I wanted to do good things for the Ministry,” Terzo’s lips pressed together as he suppressed a sob. He took a shuddering breath. “I wanted to spread our message farther than anyone before me. But I do not get power, stella. I get to put on a costume and dance like a puppet.”

“Oh, tersoro…” Omega took him in his arms again.

“But still, I must do so much…” Terzo’s voice quivered. “I cannot change anything, but I must perform. It is a cruel life.”

“So you go out to get yourself fucked up?”

Terzo sniffed, wailed. “I do not know, Omega! I have no control over my life!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay…” Omega soothed, scratching his scalp. “Just let it out.”

They were still for a long while as Terzo wept. Nothing but the harsh sound of his cries and the dull hum of the venue slowly filling up.

Then, a knock at the bathroom door. Terzo flinched, startled, staring at Omega in fear.

“It’s okay, it’s just Alpha,” Omega reassured him, crossing the room to the door. He only opened it a few inches, taking a bag from Alpha. Terzo heard vague murmurs exchanged between them, but in the echoing bathroom, he could not quite make out their words.

“Thanks.”

Omega shut and locked the door again, returning to Terzo. He set the bag next to him on the counter and took out a cloth, wetting it in the sink.

“I’m gonna clean your face,” Omega said. Terzo shut his eyes and nodded.

The soft cloth pressed against his face, warm water gracing his cheek. Omega gingerly dabbed at his makeup, revealing the man beneath. Exhausted. Puffy. Eyes red.

“I love you, Terzo,” Omega said, leaning in to kiss him. When he pulled away, he moved the cloth to wipe away his lips.

“I love you too, stella.”

“I don’t want you to keep doing this. Come to me when you’re hurting, okay?”

Terzo sighed. “It is not so easy.”

“Then don’t leave my side.” Omega gave him a chaste kiss. “I know it feels like the world is crushing you. You know how to help that?”

“How?”

“You get somebody to hold the world with you.”

Terzo smiled. “And I suppose you volunteer?”

Omega chuckled. “Of course I do. You aren’t alone.”

This time, Terzo leaned in for the kiss, wrapping his arms around Omega tightly. “Ti amo,” he whispered between kisses. “Ti amo, stella.”

Omega cradled his face in his hands.

“You’re handsome without your makeup,” he grinned.

“That is enough of that,” Terzo shook his head, unable to stop himself from smiling. He looked in the bag Alpha had brought; it was a makeup bag.

“Will you be okay to perform tonight?”

“With all this phlegm in my throat?” Terzo coughed for effect. “Yes, I will be okay. But I expect your company after the show.”

“Anything for my Papa.”

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The Weight of Water: Daniel LaRusso x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989@kiwiwatermelonsuger@sadgenderfluidmaniac@junghwansy2k

Summer School Series:

Part One: Summer School - Daniel's excited to meet Anthony's new art teacher.

Part Two: Dirt - Daniel learns more about you and your business.

Over the course of the summer Daniel starts to learn more about you, it’s snippets of conversation in between picking up Anthony and dropping him off but he enjoys the time you spend together. The glimpses of you he gets to see.

It’s through one of those conversations that he learns you surf every morning. You come into the studio with wet hair, the scent of the ocean clinging to your skin and he can’t help but ask what you’ve been up to.

“You should come with me one morning.” You say as you carefully set out the tools on your desk. Anthony is already at his workspace, combing through the box of cogs, selecting the different sizes he’ll need for his next project. He’s become one of your most diligent students over the summer. Excited to be there, the last to leave, always peppering you with questions. “Being on the water, its therapeutic. Good for the soul.”

“I haven’t done anything like that since Sam was a kid.” Daniel tells you, his palm rubbing over the back of his neck. “We gave it up when she got into volleyball. I used to really enjoy it.”

“My friend owns a surf shop near the place I go, she’ll let you borrow a surf board and wet suit if I ask nicely. She lets me store my board there.” You say as you turn to face him, your voice lowering so Anthony doesn’t overhear. “Besides it might be good for you to take a beat,  do something for yourself.”

Daniel crosses his arms over his chest as he leans back against your desk with a sigh. He can’t remember the last time he did something that didn’t involve the kids, the dealership or the dojo. He loves all three but there’s a responsibility that comes with them, he always has to be present and focused. There’s never time to just take a breath.

“Does it show?” He askes quietly, his gaze coming to rest on Anthony as he sorts through his equipment.

“You have this little furrow right here.” You say, your fingertip rubbing lightly over the space between his eyes. “I’m scared it’s going to become permanent.”

The edges of his mouth turn up into a small smile as he captures your hand in his. His thumb caresses your palm as he looks down at it.

“The kids are at Amanda’s tonight, I can come with you tomorrow morning if you’re up for the company.” He says, looking down at your linked fingers.

“I am.” You tell him, squeezing his hand lightly. “I’ll text you the time and place.”

***

Daniel doesn’t remember the last time he was at the beach, the house he used to live in with Amanda had a pool so they never ventured outside of the neighbourhood unless it was to the country club. He hasn’t been back there since the divorce because those people were always more Amanda’s speed than his.

It’s only with hindsight that he sees how much his marriage changed him. Her aspirations became his, together they build an empire, a successful life for their kids. He doesn’t know when they fell out of love, only that he woke up one morning and realised he that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a conversation with the woman sleeping next to him about anything other than the kids. They’d tried dating after that and discovered it was the only thing they had in common.

So they’d made the decision to uncouple, divide everything in half and coparent the kids. Amanda still lives in that house in Encino Hills, they’d both thought it was better for the kids that they have that consistency. Daniel’s moved to a smaller house a couple of blocks away, with a reflecting pool and grass that he likes to feel under his feet first thing in the morning.

That’s what he thinks about when he’s out on the water with you that morning, the changes in his life, how he’s happier now than he’s ever been. There’s no roles, no assumptions, no responsibilities out here, he’s just himself in its rawest form and he finds that liberating. He watches you as he sits on his surfboard and lets the waves lap against him. You’re a natural in the water, catching waves as if you’re attuned to the whims of the sea, laughing when you bail. There’s an authenticity in you that calls to him, you never try to be anything other than yourself and he can’t describe how attractive he finds that.

“This is the most fun I’ve had in a long time.” He tells you in the aftermath. The two of you are standing at the back of your Jeep, wetsuits unzipped and rolled down to the waist. He’s dabbing himself off with towel while you’re drinking from a bottle of water.

It does something to him seeing you in that sports bikini, the way it clings to your form, covering your assets. It has a skull and a couple of roses on the front in a similar style to those that are inked into your upper arms. He had no idea you had tattoos until today, he wants to chase his fingers over them, ask you what they mean but he holds himself back, he always does.

“We’ll have to do it again sometime.” You tell him as you pick up your towel to dry off your hair.

“I’m free tomorrow.” He tells you with a boyish grin.

It becomes a standing thing between the two of you then. On mornings he doesn’t have the kids he’s with you at the beach, it’s usually followed by coffee and breakfast at the café on the corner. His days feel happier, his life full. He talks about the books he’s reading, the podcasts he’s listening too, the lessons he’s trying to instil in the kids, both his own and the ones he teaches at his dojo.

This, he realises is what he was missing from his relationship with Amanda, the sense of connection, the individuality. With you he’s his own person, an entity that exists outside of all the roles he plays. He doesn’t disappear, the way he did in his marriage. He thinks about asking you out, telling you he wants more but there never seems to be the right moment.

The end of summer art show, he promises himself. That’s when I’ll do it.

Of course, he’s Daniel LaRusso and his life…

It never works out the way he planned.

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