#in other news I am getting. so close. to the ends of midterms.
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Since I am so incredibly desperate for tmnt fic recs, here I am supplying mine. All of these i HAVE READ AT LEAST 3 TIMES
pretty much all Mikey centric and jsyk every one I recommended I reread b4 posting this. Sorry If I repeat any, this took me over a week, college is kicking my butt and midterms are next week, kill me. If you have any you red please lmk either in comments or with rb I need the ficss guys please I am desperate.
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Train-wreck of thought by halogalopagost
A beautiful 2003 tmnt where Mikey is having trouble meditating and gets some tips from his dad and brothers, he struggles with his ADHD, he over comes it and turns out there is a lot more to this meditating than he thought. he intends to use it to his advantage.
The Legend of the Heiwa no Buki by abz_the_turtle
2012 Mikey is pure of heart and turns out that causes some problems for him, his brothers and a certain bother in blue from the future
exhaust trails through space by SpectrumWriting
2012 B team realizes they really need a break, after a fight between Leo and Donnie, B team pull a few favors and go to visit a few planets, look at some extraterrestrial inventions and get to see a festival of food. Each brother learns new things about each other and finally get to take a few deep breaths.
Surface Pressure by TheKeyBladeMaster1994
Mikey watched Encanto and something abut their family feels familiar. Honest to go so good, it is unfinished and only at 3 chapters but it is 32k words and by god if it isnt one of the best books I have read over 5 times already, featuring mikey being a helpful little brother and managing to stress his big brothers out in the proccess.
Pretend That I Never Left by redstingraven (sirimiri)
2003 Mikey gets taken into the Horizon Zero Dawn universe rather than the superpowered turtle universe in the SAINW episode. Positively glorious, he gets bashed and bruised and comes out the other end with an arrow sticking out of him.
All The Small Things by taizi @taizi
2012 Donnie gets deaged and Mikey gets to be a big brother. Positively adorable, Mikey is an enabler and the poor toaster will never be the same, plus just the right amount of angst to make me squeal.
Underdark by Nekotsuki
2003 Mikey and Leo and stuck in the sewers after a collapse, both are hurt and oh looky here it seems Leo has fainted and Mikey is panicking, it would be great if he could take a full breath to hyperventilate with.
We've been here all along by Taizi
Beautiful 2007 tmnt, Mike gets shot, worries about making Donnie abandon him, Casey says fuck that.
walk with open hands by taizi
Mikey can't get over his fathers death and knows his brothers cant get over it either, and he is going to do something about it, been if it almost costs him everything. Was originally 1 chapter, but a second chapter from Splinters POV makes everything gorgeous.
traveling so far to get there by taizi
different age turtles, 2012 universe, Mikey and Raph gets transported to a post-apocalypses time-line aptly called the after party, no one lives, but Mikey does manage to find himself a monkey companion and Raph really wishes his little brother and him would be back home. Little moment of Mikey and Donnie being twins that is positively adorable and I need more of it ASAP. Its 10k words but reads like 30 in the best way possible, like literally a must read!
Closer by Taizi
adorable human woodyangelo
Problem child by taizi
human AU, Mikey is going to give his big brothers a heart attack, he makes questionable friends, and it seems he has a lot of growing up to be doing
Things You Never Outgrow by taizi
Mikey might just have picked up some less than stellar habits from his family as a baby, and now its coming out to bite him in the butt as his brothers notice.
Know the world in yourself by taizi
Donatello is an aspiring Egyptologist, and close friends with part-time thief and sometimes-scoundrel Casey Jones, who pickpockets an ancient map of the fabled City of the Dead off a young man he stumbles across in the Casbah—a young adventurer, it turns out, and none other than the little brother Donatello hasn't seen in almost eight years
Small spaces by Taizi
After 2012 Mikey gets captured and held by the Kraang, it seems he might just have a new fear, his brothers are not happy about it.
While you're here enjoy the view by taizi
Cute little woodyangelo 2012. They have my heart
Sleepwalking by TheKeybladeMaster1994
Splinter wakes up in a cold sweat and notices that Mikey is missing, and it seems like a dark entity is after his littlest sons light, good thing its just a nightmare, right? A few nights later it seems that is not so. Only 4 chapters but has 30k words and is a positive joy to read, I hope it continues to update.
The Ultimate Weapon by TheKeybladeMaster1994
Mikey is pure of heart and just about everything knows it, including but not limited to an eldritch entity that he swears is just try to make his life hard no matter what it tells you.
Interrogation or Malpractice by Professor_Anxietree
2012 Mikey when he got captured by the triceritons, their mind reading machine doesn't do quite what was intended and it spells out pain and sufferings for the smallest of the Hamato clan. Its pretty much being over stimulated to the max, like your skin feels too tight and you can hear your nerons firing in your brain type stuff, beware if you have overstimulation.
Someone to Protect by Koalagriton
2012. Mikey's big bothers get captured by Hun and Mikey doesn't take it well, that's going to become Huns problem.
Flowers by intomyfireyoushallfall
Mikey meets Tang Shen
The shinobi's garden by taizi
buncha one shots that you have to read, you have to istg 66k words of nothing but amazing.
family sticks together, bruh by hellomyoldheart
Mikey (Bayverse) discovers online shopping and sends it to Aprils place, April gets a package addressed for Mikey O'neil
too bad, but its the life you lead by angelmichelangelo @angelmichelangelo
2k7my beloved. Mikey is having trouble at home, good thing this new cat he found, affectionately named Klunk, can help a little. You will cry, I cried, still have read it four times, but crying non the less, read the tags or it will hit you like a freight train
the dad diaries by angelmichelangelo
pepaw Ronin and the new babies, adorable and angst ( in the form of flashbacks) nuff said
a minute from home by taizi
bteam for the win, I cant get enough, baby don and mikey wonder off and survive 3 months, it changes them
I've been afraid of changing by taizi
2007 Mikey really hates his job, Donnie didn't get that, but now he does
Give up the ghost series by taizi
Mikey can see ghosts, and that means he can see his one and only dead brother too, donnie, it causes problems for eveyone around him. human AU
The Gauntlet by T33la
Mikey and Don have to take a leap of faith, good thing Mikey has complete trust in his big bros tech
Flipbook by T33la
the 2003 SAINW donnie boy planned just in case and mikey finds the first bit of the plan, talks happen
Chronicles of the Cretaceous by T33la
Mikey boy manages to befriend a T-rex because of course he does
Words to be Spoken by Mona_E_Lisa @mona-e-lisa
Soulmate Au with woodyangelo, its got angst, just not for the boys, nd holy shyt I need more
The Silver Sentry by Mona_E_Lisa
2003 Mikey gets a son, and he deffo has some problems with Splinter, and I love him more than words
2088 by Mona_E_Lisa
If you haven't read this you haven't lived and that's all I can say. What are you doing? go read it??? like asap, will change you. Its 6k and this post will still be here when you get back, get going now sho sho
A Tale of Spirits by unorthodoxx @unorthodoxx-page
ATLA x tmnt 2018, everyone thinks they are spirits, donnie boy isn't going to correct them, and mikey ends up malnourished, but it updates this sunday so GO Go Go asap, it great
turning over stone by angelmichelangelo
2012 mikey gets angry, and kami does it suck, but good thing his big brother has experience in dealing with it.
caught in the rip tide by angelmichelangelo
Mikey gets hurt, and it might just be leos fault. 2012 based on the season 4 episode broken food.
yolk by angelmichelangelo
Mikey can't take the fighting anymore, too bad it took wrecking a midnight breakfast for his brothers to notice.
december 18th: raise a glass by angelmichelangelo
Mikey turns 21, and they really should be winding down by now, but Donnie doesn't have the heart. technically tagged with 2012 and IDW, but could totally see it with 2007 if u ignore that raph is in japan
december 15th: a size too big by angelmichelangelo
2007 Mikey was supposed to be bac an hour ago, he is gonna be the death of Donnie I swear.
the Kappas constellation by angelmichaelangelo
bunch a one shots
Honestly just anything by angelmichelangelo or taizi, but you can see that with how often they show up in this list
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Its a cycle by GhostiesandGhoulies
Adorable 2007 Mikey being hurt while doing cowabunga car and his brothers looking after him
Clogged drain by Goblin cat KC
Horror, the poor boys were not ready for this one but I adore it. Nothing more I can say than they will have nightmares and all of them will have night lights.
Hero among them by oliviasbizzaremind
2007 gang gets a call after a rough night, its for cowabunga carl, so how exactly does this lady know Mikey's name? Mikey always was a bleeding heart.
If Wishes were Fishes by Taisi (this is also on A03 I believe I just found it on ff.net fist so i figured id share that here too)
Human AU, adorable must read, like I cant stress this enough, you haven't lived without this. And as a former foster kid, damn.
Mikey's truly awful, incredibly sucky, super hella bummer of a day by Orange4Days
Exactly what the title says and you will enjoy this boys suffering and eventual comfort.
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peter moments part three!
pairing: peter parker x reader
w/c: 1918
a/n: hi i hope u guys r having a great new year so far :) i kept this in the drafts for weeks and im throwing it out here now. school is back up so im sad again but i hope u guys r all well <3 enjoy!
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you not knowing your own boyfriend is new york’s friendly neighborhood spider-man has to be the funniest thing ever to peter.
it started sophomore year when you and peter had teensy crushes on each other. you and he often had study dates at one another’s. however, this usually ended up with you falling asleep halfway and him having to pull an all-nighter to teach you the topics of your exam.
peter is hard at work at your desk, preparing for the calc midterm you two had the next day. while you were supposed to be studying, you found comfort on your bed, watching youtube videos of crazy spider boy sightings in queens instead. it wasn’t your fault anyways; the viral footage of the superhero is all that everyone’s talking about recently.
“pete,” you called out. he doesn’t budge when you call his name, still scribbling math formulas you don’t even want to attempt to understand.
“peterrr,” you singsonged. he drops his pencil and sniffles, turning your swivel chair around to face you, “what’s up?”
“y-yea i’m fine” he answers with a reassuring smile. you don’t know what it is about him recently but you can tell something is off with him; he’s leaving school early, arriving late, and completely exhausted for your study nights, and he seems to be on edge whenever you’re around.
you usually berated him, advising him to take some of the load off and spend some more time for himself, even supporting his decision in quitting band. although, you think your guidance has something to do with your feelings of loneliness and detachment away from peter.
“okayyy,” you draw out unconvinced, “well, have you seen that new clip of the weird spider thingy? it’s crazy! look at it,” you shove your phone in his face. you don’t notice the way he smiles at you in secret, peter thinks it’s adorable how excited and easily distracted you get. but he knows it's going to be the death of him when you call at 3 am asking him to explain the concept of derivatives for your shared calc exam.
he’s hesitant to look away from your face. you’re in such awe when you stare with wide eyes and mouth agape at your screen, he thinks you’re the prettiest.
when his attention does fall on your phone, he’s quick to realize what clip of his alter ego is playing and abruptly grabs the device, shutting it off. “hey! what are y-” “you know that’s all fake right? it’s all done on a computer?” “what? no, it’s not. look at him!”
“i’m looking and it seems like it’s all cgi to me.” peter’s doing anything he can to deter you in the wrong direction, anything he can grasp.
“well cgi or not, i think he’s so hot,” you defend. “i mean, can you believe it? with his bare hands! how much does that car weigh? has to be like a few thousand pounds, right? and the speed it's going at? oh my god, he’s so strong.” you gush.
you miss the way peter’s face glows like fire. he’s red, really red. all blushing and trying to control his breathing. you think he’s hot? him? and strong too?
it’s times like these when peter struggles to compose himself and resists telling you the truth. he takes a deep breath, pinches his nose bridges, and opens his mouth, “actually, y/n/n, um”
you cut him off, grabbing your phone back, “it’s so crazy. i heard he’s out every night fighting bad guys and everything. i hope he has someone taking care of him too.”
peter stands there, mouth open, unsure of what to do next. he realizes you’re right, telling you would be selfish, and he can’t risk putting you in danger.
he purses his lips in disappointment and looks back at you. you’re in your previous position, laying down with one leg over the other while you hold your phone close up watching spider-man do backflips for new york citizens. you don’t have a single care in the world. and peter would like to keep it that way.
so he bites his tongue and goes back to studying.
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a few days later, you and peter arrive back to your room after school.
“thanks for staying up all night with me the other day. i really didn’t know what was going on calc,” you graciously thank him. peter was running on a two-hour power nap before he took that midterm with you, but it was worth it when you came rushing to him, squealing with excitement. you tackled him with a big hug, showing him your exam with a b- written in red marker proudly.
“of course,” he blushes. peter always makes time for you, even if it gets too inconvenient for him.
he makes his way into your room dropping his bag by your door and walks over to your bed to rest, “i’m really proud of you, you know? that test was hard and ms. warren didn’t even curve-” peter stops dead in his tracks when he sees what’s laying on your bed.
a miniature spider-man plush decorates your comfy mattress.
“what’s wrong?” you come up behind him. you cleaned your room this morning knowing you and peter would be hanging out later on so it shouldn’t be too messy.
peter laughs, “you uh, you sleep with that thing?” pointing to your beloved plush. you quickly grab it in its defense, “yea, so what?” you have an adorably angry look on your face which peter knows all too well.
he smiles at you, “n-nothing. it’s cute.”
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it only got worse as time went on.
you rush through harry’s front door; his lavish loft that his father bought for him to keep the two of them separated, was often used for your friend group to hang out at. your friends, harry, mj, ned, betty, and peter were all waiting for you to arrive, and you were running late due to an unexpected emergency stop.
“oh my god, finally. we’re starving, where were you?” ned groans. you might’ve kept them waiting with the pizza you promised to bring. peter quickly stands up from the couch and walks towards you, grabbing the large boxes from your hands. he spares you a sweet smile with a kiss on the cheek and whispers a soft greeting to you.
now that peter had the courage to properly ask you to be his girlfriend a couple of months ago, you would think he has the guts to tell you the truth. however, he always decided against it, opting to keep spider-man under the radar when it came to you. it certainly got more difficult when he’d come to your place with a limp and sweaty hair all while you would ask countless questions asking if he was feeling okay or if he ate earlier that day. you’re just a curious person by nature.
“i know, i’m sorry i’m late, buuut…” you leave a dramatic pause. “i was out getting these!”
your friends watch you stumble taking your shoes off and holding it in front of them. all you receive are blank stares and confused faces in return.
mj’s the first to speak up, “crocs?”
“no, not the crocs,” you walk up closer with your shoes on display, “the spider-man jibbits!”
your squealing captures peter’s attention when he drops the pizza boxes off on the kitchen counter.
“wait- that’s why you came late? to buy your little jibbits?” harry remarks. “they’re not just any other jibbits, harry, they’re spider-” “yea spider-man, i know.”
ned piques “h-hold on, you do know that-” peter rushes behind you, shaking his head, waving his hands frantically, urging his best friend to shut up silently.
“that uh, peter is… and he, uhm i-” ned visibly gulps, “i have to use the bathroom.” he hurriedly runs off to what you assume is the restroom and you look at your friends and peter weirdly.
“what’s his problem?” you throw your shoes by the front door and wash your hands, grabbing a plate to put a slice of pizza on top. peter stands there, wide-eyed with flushed cheeks and chest heaving, a tell-tale sign he’s nervous or stressed. everyone on the couch stares back at peter while he stares at wherever ned ran off to.
you offer him your slice of pizza, “are you okay?” while nodding his head peter gulps too, “mhm.” he gives you an awkward smile and grabs his pizza from you as you take the back of your hand placing it against his neck and then on his forehead. “you’re getting kinda warm, pete. you should drink some more water. i’ll get it for you.”
you go back into the kitchen, fetching him a glass of water while he sits back down on the couch beside his friends.
“she doesn’t know yet?” mj whispers. “how does she not know?” “even i know you’re spider-man, and that’s saying something” betty teases.
“it’s,” peter sighs, “it’s complicated.”
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at this point, your friends began to bet how much longer it would take for you to catch on. they even love fueling your obsession with spider-man, sending tiktoks, edits, and new footage of the superhero.
it’s a few days after christmas and you and your friends found themselves lounging at harry’s sitting together near the christmas tree.
“okay y/n,” harry sets his gift in front of you, “your turn.”
this year, you and your friends decided on doing a fun secret santa for each other. you were sad in finding out that you and peter didn’t receive each other, but that didn’t stop you guys from getting personalized gifts for one another. you and your boyfriend are fully clad in matching pj's with santa hats on top of your heads.
“hmmm” you ponder. “is it… keys to a new car? orrr a new phone? ooh! or the new louboutin shoes they released last week?” you hold your present close to you and tap against it while a million ideas rush through your head. harry’s dad is rich; your imagination is unlimited. you once saw harry gift a laptop once for a guy he barely knew.
“it’s even better.”
you hum in response, carefully digging out the tissue to pull out his mysterious gift. your fingers feel something soft, and you slowly lift it out of the bag.
“oh my god! no way!” his gift leaves you gasping and jumping in your seat. you hold out your christmas present out in front of you.
everyone stares at you in puzzlement, “socks?” mj questions.
“only the best socks ever!” you squeal enthusiastically. peter looks at harry dumbfounded, only to find him mischievously smirking back at him. “i’ve gotta go put these on,” you run away excitedly with your gift like a little kid. peter shakes his head in disapproval towards him, your friends giggling at harry’s antics.
“you better tell her soon man, or someone might think she’s spider-man’s girlfriend, instead.”
“n-no! are you kidding? she can’t know, she’d freak-"
moments later you come back out squealing, showing off your clad feet completely decked out in your brand new spider-man socks.
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Bending the Rules pt. 1
CW: Student/Teacher AU, eventual smut, minors dni
A/N: idk why im obsessed with this concept. It’s also a soulmate AU cause I’m a slut for alanjeff true mate shit. Enjoy 😌
Word Count: 4.5K
Find it on AO3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~ To read pt. 2
My masterlist
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Alan takes a different path earlier in life and ends up becoming a college professor. Jeff walks into the first day of class and sits at the very edge of the room, away from all the other students. Alan notices him on day one and doesn’t understand why he’s so intrigued by this new student.
A few days into class Babe (also a prof at the university, he started 4 years after Alan and they became fast friends. Lots of students think they’re dating because of how close they are) pulls him aside to mention that “Jeff, the kid in your Tuesday/Thursday class ? That’s the kid we’ve all been talking about, he’s going places”.
Confused, Alan casts a glance over at Babe murmuring that he wouldn’t be convinced until Jeff says something. Literally anything.
“Oh, that’s just how he is, don’t worry too much about it.” Babe shrugs it off but something about the boys nature still bothered Alan. Why was he so quiet, he thought to himself, and what will it take to get him to talk to me.
Why this mattered so much to Alan he wasn’t sure, but he vowed to keep an eye on the omega and see if he could get him to crack one day.
As the class continues Alan discovers that the Babe’s comments rang true. Jeff was truly remarkable. Just after midterms Alan calls Jeff to his desk, asking him to wait to speak with him.
“You’re the best student I’ve had Jeff and I just happen to be losing my TA after this semester, graduation and all” Alan chuckles. “Would you consider taking the position ?”
Jeff looks conflicted and quietly says he’ll think about it (the most he has said to Alan this whole semester, making Alan’s alpha puff up its chest). Alan nods and says he’ll check in again in a few days before waving Jeff off, wishing him a good day.
A week goes by, still no answer from Jeff and Alan is stressed. He feels like he’s going crazy, anytime he sees Jeff on campus he has to keep himself from bombarding the boy. Maybe he just doesn’t want to do it ? Alan thinks to himself. He’s about to start his senior year, lots of students turn down TA positions.
Babe, who’s usually next to Alan when they run across the little omega, is beginning to notice his strange reactions. Alan stands straighter and can barely keep his eyes focused in front of him, always glancing over to watch Jeff walk by them. The worst part being Alan’s pheromones, subtly being pushed out a tad stronger when the shorter is nearby, a fact that probably hasn’t even registered with Alan yet. Babe doesn’t say anything, just observing his friend become smitten like he never has before.
To Alan’s surprise, however, the next class Jeff is in he walks up to Alan and quietly mutters “I’ll do it”.
“Oh ! Oh my god, okay, yeah. Awesome” Alan stutters. God, why am I acting like a flustered school boy. Realizing Jeff is still staring at him, Alan shakes himself out of his thoughts. “I’ll email you the requirements and the application. You’ll send a copy to me and to student services. If you need any help just let me know !”
Jeff just nods before walking out of the classroom, leaving Alan a confused and flustered mess. And that’s the moment his alpha decides to complicate the situation. (For years Alan had kept that part of himself under lock and key, getting very good at not listening to his instincts.) Mine his alpha growled as if trying to break out of a cage, that omega is mine.
Alan is appalled at his own thoughts, vowing to keep himself together and not cross any lines. He wouldn’t even be interested Alan reasons with himself, it’ll be fine.
What Alan doesn’t know, is Jeff is having the same battle with himself. He had never touched the alpha (he had gotten very good at never touching anyone at this point) but just before beginning Alan’s class he had grabbed his brother, Charlie, by the wrist. And, unfortunately, it triggered a vision. One in which a tall, sophisticated, older alpha just happened to be hanging off of Jeff’s arm. It was a small point, insignificant in the grand scheme of the vision which was centered around Charlie, but it had shaken Jeff to the core. Who was this alpha and why on earth would Jeff let him touch him ??
When Jeff walked into class the first day he had kept his head down, a habit to ensure nobody spoke to him before or after classes. But when he finally popped his head up and looked at the professor at the beginning of class he had to keep himself from sprinting out of the classroom.
There, in front of him, was the alpha from his vision. No way, Jeff had thought, there’s absolutely no way. That vision had to be incorrect, a fluke.
The day Alan asked him to TA, jeff panicked, leaving campus and driving straight to speak with Charlie. When he gets in front of his brother he realizes he has no clue how to breach this topic.
“You remember that vision I had just before the semester ?” He starts with. When Charlie nods he takes a deep breath and continues, “I didn’t tell you everything….. the vision was about you” Jeff emphasizes, “but…. Next to me……. Was this alpha, someone I hadn’t met before.”
“Oh ?” Charlie said surprised, eyes going wide, “Why didn’t you tell me before ? What’s the problem ? Probably someone we’ll meet in the future.”
“Well….” Jeff trails off, not sure which topic he should begin with, “in the vision I was letting this alpha hug me ? Kind of, he was holding my arm like he was hugging a pole. But I didn’t seem bothered by it”
Jeff is interrupted by Charlie squealing, “YOU GET A BOYFRIEND IN THE FUTURE OH MY GOD !”
“Charlie !” Jeff huffs, hitting his brother on the shoulder to get him to quiet down. “You know my visions aren’t always absolute. And I really think this one can’t be true. There’s no way !”
“What, you don’t think an alpha will want you ? Come on jeff, you’re a catch.”
Jeff glares at Charlie but he just smiles back, sincere as ever. “It’s not that, jackass. It happens that I met the alpha when the semester began. But….”
“But” Charlie drags out, “what, is he an asshole or something ?”
“No ! No, hes… he’s the nicest person I’ve ever met. Gentle and so smart” jeff abruptly shuts his mouth. What am I saying he thinks to himself shaking his head before looking up at Charlie, who’s wearing a shit eating grin.
“You LIKE HIM” he teases, “so again I ask, what’s the problem ?”
“Umm…” Jeff looks down, not wanting to see Charlie’s face when he admits this. “He’s my professor” he whispers.
“Oh, okay that really could be a problem” Charlie says, tone nothing but understanding. “But you graduate next year right ? Just avoid him until then and let fate decide once you’re not a student anymore.”
“Well, he kind of asked me to be his TA next year. And I feel like I have to do it. I could learn a lot from him and it would look really good on my resume. Ive seen the places his past TA’s have gotten hired. This could give me a huge advantage getting into a garage Charlie.” Jeff looks up at his brother who seems to weighing what he has just told him.
After a few hours of discussion jeff came to the decision that he would accept the position and just keep his distance as much as he could. I Can do this he thought to himself, I just have to keep my guard up until I graduate.
Jeff didn’t understand why his omega, on the other hand, was resisting this wholeheartedly. Begging him to get as close to the alpha as he could. He’ll be ours soon enough his omega taunts him, just you wait.
Much to his omegas (and Alan’s) annoyance, Jeff goes back to ignoring the alpha. He keeps his head down, scurrying in and out of class without sparing a single glance at Alan. Even during class when Alan would look over, Jeff would avoid his gaze and only look back up when Alan had directed his attention elsewhere. Alan was losing his mind.
Two weeks before the semester ended, Alan was sitting at his desk, neck deep in grading assignments. Babe walks through the door, nose wrinkling at the heavy pheromones in the room. “God lung, what’s got you so stressed.”
Alan glares at Babe, laying his own down and leaning back in his chair. “Unlike some people, I have papers to grade. And more coming soon for finals. So, do you need something or can I get back to work ?”
“Not my fault you don’t teach a practical course” babe shrugs, walking further into the room and leaning on a desk in the front row.
“Someone has to teach the textbooks” Alan sighs. It’s always around this time he wishes he had Babe’s job, teaching practical, hands on classes in the on-campus garage. “Seriously though, did you need something ?”
“Yes, actually. I heard about your TA for next year.”
Alan furrows his brow, “Jeff ? Why, you were right. The kid’s going places.”
Babe nods, crossing his arms and leveling his gaze with Alan. “That’s true but… are you sure you know what you’re doing ?”
Babe’s delicate tone leaves Alan even more confused. “What do you mean? I’ve had TA’s for years and I think he would be great. A little quiet but that’s not a problem.”
Sighing, Babe looks down. “Lung, i'm going to be honest with you. Do you have any idea how you act around him ? You get nervous, you stare at him. God, I’m the only one that would notice but you push your pheromones out !”
“I don’t-“ Alan trails off, not sure how to defend himself.
“Look, it was fun to watch you get all flustered around him. If the circumstances were different I would absolutely be pushing you to ask him out. But… he’s your student, you know ? You just need to be careful.” Babe finishes, glancing back up at Alan to gauge his reaction.
Alan, though embarrassed for being called out, begins nodding. “No, no you’re absolutely right. I’ll keep myself in check, Babe, you don’t have to worry. Besides, Jeff has gone back to ignoring me so I don’t think there will be much of an issue.”
Babe nods, giving Alan an encouraging smile. “Good luck with the grading, lung. Let me know if you need anything.” Babe says before turning and walking out of the room. Leaving Alan to contemplate what he has gotten himself into.
The semester ends with no incident, both Alan and Jeff trying to keep their distance but neither handling it very well. Jeff spends more time with Charlie, desperately trying to push down his feelings despite a lingering feeling of sadness. Alan, on the other hand, is just frustrated.
He spent the last two weeks in an annoyed huff, everything seemingly setting him off. He tried his best, he really did, but each time he has to watch the omega hurry out of the classroom a piece of him is screaming to follow. To not let him go.
The second day of the summer vacation (neither Babe or Alan teach summer classes) Babe let’s himself into Alan’s house and immediately is smacked with rut pheromones.
“Shit” Babe curses, covering his mouth and nose with his hand. “Lung !” He shouts into the house, “Do you need anything ? I can drop it outside !”
A pained groan is heard from the other side of the house before Alan drags himself into view. He’s flushed, sweaty, and looks absolutely worse for wear.
“You look like death Lung” Babe says, scanning the alpha in front of him.
“I feel like it” Alan says from the top of the stairs, scrubbing his hand down his face and sighing. “I don’t know why it’s hitting me so hard. It hasn’t been this bad since I presented.”
Alan gets himself together enough to relay a list of supplies he needed. Babe leaves quickly after getting the list, Alan’s heavy pheromones giving him a headache.
Alan makes his way back to his bedroom, peeling his sweaty t-shirt off before throwing himself on his bed. He’s overheating, fire-like arousal licking through his veins. He kicks his pants and underwear off, hand snaking down and grasping his cock.
“Fuck” Alan breaths out. He begins stroking himself, bringing his hand up to gather the precum leaking out of the tip to make the glide easier. He squeezes his eyes shut just trying to focus on the pleasure, bringing his other hand down to squeeze at the rapidly forming knot at the base of his cock.
As he gets closer to his release, his mind starts providing images of a faceless omega propped on his lap, back facing him as he bounced up and down on Alan’s cock. Alan groans at the image and speeds his hand up. “Just like that baby” he mutters, everything in him wishing the image was real.
The omega in his mind leans back, turning his head towards Alan and suddenly he realizes the image is of Jeff. A sob is forced out of Alan as he cums suddenly, Jeff’s name on his lips. He strokes himself through his orgasm, slowly coming back down to earth. When he realizes what he just did he groans, rolling over and shoving his face into his pillows, embarrassed enough to ignore the sticky release still on his stomach that’s now going to be on the sheets below him.
God Alan, he thinks to himself, what the fuck am I going to do.
Unbeknownst to the alpha, across town a very similar situation is occurring in Jeff’s apartment. He had called Charlie, panicked because his heat hit him early. For most people that wouldn’t be too strange, maybe a change in cycle, but Jeff had just gone through heat a month before.
When charlie got to the apartment to drop things off (Jeff had a tendency to not plan for heats and would surely starve himself to death if charlie didn’t deliver a bag of water and snacks each day) Jeff was curled up in bed. Crying.
“Woah, Jeff, are you okay?” Charlie said delicately, trying not to spook the omega.
“Hurts” Jeff wails out, clearly lost in his omega headspace, “need alpha.”
Charlie freezes. It doesn’t matter how many heats Jeff had gone through, he had never let himself slip fully into his omega headspace and he certainly has never asked for an alpha.
“Alpha ? Who’s…” charlie trails off, not expecting to get an answer from the clearly distressed omega (and if he’s being honest, unsure if he truly wants to know).
He waits a few moments before Jeff finally looks at him, eyes red with tears streaming down his face. “Alan” he sniffles, “please. I need alpha.”
Charlie just looks at him confused, not remembering anyone in their lives named Alan. But then it hits him. He had been helping Jeff with the TA application and had noticed the alphas name, Alan, printed at the bottom. Alan, the same alpha who was in Jeff’s vision from months ago.
“Fuck” Charlie cursed after putting the pieces together. “Jeff, bud I need you to listen to me” Charlie says, trying to figure out the most delicate way to put this. “Alan… can’t be here with you.”
This just distressed the omega more, a new round of tears begin falling as Jeff’s scent sours even more. The small omega buries himself further into his nest as sobs racked his body. Charlie sighs, knowing there’s nothing he can do to ease his brothers mind. He decides to leave the room and camp out in the living room. He doesn’t usually stay but Charlie doesn’t have the heart to leave him so distraught.
Jeff’s heat breaks 5 days later, substantially longer than any heat he's ever had. When he finally drags himself out of his bedroom he curls up on the couch next to Charlie. His eyes are still red, occasional tears escaping and dripping down his face. Charlie is worried to say this least.
“You okay?” He finally asks. Jeff refuses to look at him, just curling further in on himself while sniffling.
After a minute a quiet “no” is heard from Jeff, voice scratchy. A second passes before another round of sobs wracks Jeff’s body, “I don’t know what’s happening to me Charlie.”
Charlie hums, reaching a hand out to card his fingers through Jeff’s hair. The omega presses into the hand, desperate for any type of comfort he could get in the moment. “Let yourself cry, I’ll be here as long as you need.”
And Jeff does just that. He moves slightly to lay his head in his brother's lap and cries. “Why do I miss him” he manages to get out, “it feels wrong not having him around.”
“Alan?” Charlie asks, already knowing the answer. Jeff just nods, flipping over so he can bury his face in Charlie’s stomach. Charlie chooses not to press the topic and just comforts the small and broken omega in his lap.
The next day Jeff runs Charlie out of his apartment, wanting to be alone. The only reason Charlie agrees is an agreement that jeff would call that night to check in. Jeff curls up in bed as soon as Charlie leaves, his heart aching.
He would never admit this to Charlie but part of the reason his heat took so long to break this time was because he refused to do anything, touching himself feeling wrong even in the worst of it. He craved Alan in a way he had never experienced with anyone before, his omega set on the idea that either the alpha would be touching him or no one at all.
“God” he groans, rubbing his eyes, “next year is going to be rough.”
And rough it was. Up until the first day of class, Alan and Jeff had been communicating through email, both men managing to make up excuses to avoid seeing the other in person (and neither feeling strong enough to control themselves if they were to meet up alone).
Alan was nervously pacing in this classroom, chewing on his thumb and just trying to calm his nerves when Babe walks in. “Woah, lung calm down. Everything’s gonna be fine” he says, grabbing Alan by the shoulders and guiding him to his desk chair. Once the older man and sat down babe walks around the seat to perch himself on a desk in the front row.
Alan looks up at his best friend, contemplating how to explain the complicated flurry of anxiety and excitement he was feeling. “This is either going to go really well or really bad, babe.” He lands on, sighing and leaning back in his chair.
“Well, just don’t do anything stupid and it shouldn’t be an issue” babe shrugs, crossing his arms.
Alan glares at him, “I’m not going to-“
Alan is cutoff by the door opening, the small omega walking in with his head down. Alan’s breath hitches, okay, he thinks, this is it. When jeff finally looks up he looks straight at Alan, their eyes locking as causing jeff to freeze.
Babe, immediately noticing the fact that neither man was moving to speak, looked over at jeff, “how was your summer?”
Not realizing there was another person in the room, jeff jumps and whips his head around to babe, “oh umm, good. I guess.” he stammers out, glancing between both men in front of him.
Babe hums out a “good” before fixing Alan with a very pointed gaze, “alright lung. I’m going to head to the garage. Have a good first day”
Alan nods, eyes shifting to babe long enough to wish him the same before they settle back on Jeff. Babe rolls his eyes before making his way out of the classroom, already knowing damn well that Alan’s promise to not do anything stupid would really only last so long.
The click of the door closing behind babe seemed to shake Alan out of his trance, smiling at the omega. He quickly explains to Jeff what his day to day tasks would be before they both start working in silence, neither totally sure how to speak with the other.
They carry on like that for the first two months of the semester, dancing around each other and spending no more time than necessary together. Alan gets jeff to talk a little bit, learning about his brother Charlie and Jeff’s goals after graduation, but it never goes further than surface level. Both men feel a pull towards each other, their bodies and minds seemingly linked in a way neither fully understood.
When midterms hit they began working late, trying to get grading done and working on solidifying the curriculum for the last half of the semester. It was a random Tuesday when things changed. They were working late, clock showing 9pm with both men sitting across from each other in the classroom.
Alan groans, head hitting the desk as he closes his eyes, “why did I become a professor” he mutters.
“Because you’re good at at” jeff responds, shrugging. Alan’s head whips up, staring at jeff who is pointedly keeping his eyes on the work in front of him.
“Thank you” Alan breathes out, noticing a small smile forming on the youngers lips. Clearing his throat, Alan stands, “I’m going to go fill my water bottle. Do you need anything?”
“I’m okay” jeff says, looking up to smile at the man standing above him. Alan smiles back before leaning down and kissing the boy before turning and beginning to walk towards the door. It takes a moment for his exhausted mind to catch up to want he just did, freezing and turning back around immediately.
Jeff is staring at him with wide eyes, neither man totally sure what just happened. “Oh my god, Jeff, I’m so sorry” Alan starts stammering out, “I don’t know why I just did that. I’m so sorry.”
Alan’s brain is going a mile a minute, desperately trying to work out what the fuck just happened and why he did that. It was as if it was a habit, something easy that they just did despite decidedly being something they did not do. Jeff just continues looking at him, making no indication towards how he felt about the action.
“Jeff, please say something, I am so sorry.” As Alan continues stuttering out apologies Jeff stands, immediately shutting the man up. He walks forward, the alpha half expecting Jeff to smack him, which would be justified he thinks to himself.
Jeff stops right in front of Alan, looking up and examining his face. “Kiss me again” he says quietly.
“W-what?” Alan asks, eyes going wide.
“Kiss me again.” Jeff says with more finality behind it.
Alan is a strong man, he expected to be able to keep himself in check. But when an omega, no not just any omega, Jeff, his omega, is asking him for a kiss, who is he to say no ? Alan surges forward, capturing Jeff’s lips in a heated kiss and pulling him in by the waist.
At this point both men are giving into their instincts, neither Alan’s alpha or Jeff’s omega could stand being apart anymore. They stumble backwards towards Alan’s desk, the older man’s hands moving down to under Jeff’s ass and lifting him up and perching him on the edge of the desk.
Jeff spreads his legs, alan immediately taking the invitation and stepping between them to get closer. He pulls back for a moment and rests his forehead against Jeff’s, both men breathing heavily. Alan’s hands come up to rest on Jeff’s hips, rubbing small circles into the soft skin just under his shirt.
“Are you sure” he whispers, finally pulling back to look into Jeff’s eyes.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything” Jeff says sincerely, “please.” Just to make his point, Jeff wraps his legs around Alan’s waist and pulls him closer. The alpha moans with their groins make contact, the little bit of friction sending sparks up his spine. “I need you Alan, I don’t understand it but I need you in a way I’ve never needed anyone else.”
Alan leans down again and pecks Jeff’s lips before moving to mouth at the boys scent gland. “This can’t just be a one time thing” Alan says, still buried in the omegas neck, “god, I’ve never felt this way and if we’re going to do this I need you to promise me that.”
Jeff’s nods, hands flying up to grip Alan’s hair and leaning his head to the side giving him more access to his neck. “I promise” he whines out, “we can talk about it tomorrow but right now” Jeff trails off, pulling harder on the alphas hair, “right now I need you.” he finishes.
Alan groans, sucking harder at Jeff’s neck once he says that. His hands trail further up the omegas body, slowly lifting the shirt up before brushing his thumbs across Jeff’s nipples, drawing a shaky moan out of the boy underneath him.
Alan moves his mouth back up, kissing Jeff passionately as he continues toying with the boys chest. All is fine until they hear the door open, Alan jumps back, whipping around to see Babe standing in the doorway. His eyes are wide, never expecting to walk into a scene like this.
“What the fuck lung” babe sighs, not mad but definitely annoyed, “I told you not to do anything stupid.”
Jeff, face bright red and eyes cast towards the floor, slides himself off the desk. “It’s not his fault” Jeff mutters quietly.
Both men turn to look at the small omega, standing in front of the desk and wringing his hands together.
“I don’t care what y’all do, don’t worry about it, but you can’t do it here. Jesus Christ lung” babe says turning back to his best friend, “what if it was anyone else that walked in.”
Alan nods but says nothing, mind reeling with what just happened. Babe sighs, looking between the two men in front of him. “I came to tell you I was heading home lung. Whatever you choose to do is up to the both of you but…” babe pauses, concern clear in his voice, “just be careful” he lands on finally. Babe turns and leaves the classroom, leaving Alan and Jeff in an uncomfortable silence.
Alan turns to look at Jeff, unsure how to proceed in such a situation. Jeff meets his eyes, a look of determination behind them before he walks back up to Alan and leans up to give him a quick kiss. “Let’s go to your place, lung.”
Alan’s breath hitches, nodding quickly before gathering his things, holding the door open for Jeff. The small omega chuckles at the alphas eagerness before they make their way to the parking lot, both men excited and nervous for the promise of what was to come.
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⚠️IMPORTANT UPDATE⚠️
People have told me that I don't owe anyone an explanation, but I hate going back on my word.
Hurricane Helene and Milton have displaced me and my family drastically. Thanks to some friends in high places, I have been able to find some stability again while our house is under construction. They know who they are, and I am forever grateful. And because of midterms being thrown off, I've had to throw myself into my studies while simultaneously getting my house in order. I had to pick up other jobs because my other one was completely closed after the storm due to renovations. So I do apologize for the wait, it wasn't supposed to be this long. I am safe, so there's that!
As a treat, I will be posting BLOOD ON THE TRACKS, starting October 26th-31st to celebrate the last few days of the spooky month. There are only 5 chapters, but the last one may be an authors note, or and extra day in case I fall behind again. They will be posted at 10PM EST.
In terms of MISTY, it will be put on hiatus as BLOOD ON THE TRACKS has become my priority. The good news is that I can use some of my experience with the storm to finish writing! The bad news is that I may not be able to MISTY before the new year. I really wanted to finalize it by it's one year anniversary, but that may not happen. There are only 3 chapters left, but I'm trying to tie up themes and loose ends so that the ending is cohesive and makes sense. I was going to post the next chapter last week, but I've been so unhappy with it, and felt it was way too short compared to other chapters. It wouldn't have been satisfying for either party, and I would rather take my time and produce something I'm proud of than rush to make readers happy. It will most likely be posted in November. That being said, TIANAMI TUESDAY'S will also be on hiatus while I play catch up. Hopefully everything will be back to normal by December, and the new Tianami story I'm working on will be posted in the new year *wink*. That is the plan, but life is unpredictable. I won't make any concrete promises, but know that I am doing my best to create content for yall.
Kinktober is obviously cancelled which works for me because I didn't really want to do it. Requests are open for any writing prompts to make up for it! If I do end up posting the few that I have, it will be on AO3 so that I can backdate it and make it look like I'm a consistent author. I may do another month challenge, because they truly are fun, but this month is a no. I do apologize for that! Maybe next year.
I'm so sorry for all these problems and apologies, and I will make it up to you all. I simply ask for a bit of understanding as I try and return to normalcy.
In the mean time, please enjoy this excerpt from BLOOD ON THE TRACKS.
Every time Tiana grew near, Nanami felt strange.
No, it wasn’t the presence of bashfulness usually found in juvenile couples, they had been married for five years now, and dated in high school. There was nothing to be shy about.
And no, it wasn’t an intense desire that lurked in more sentimental moods, not even with Tiana’s lingering finger tips ghosting over his warm body in the cool of the night.
That’s what made the feeling even stranger.
It was dark.
It was plain odd.
Nanami had a very keen sense of discernment when it came to the beings beyond; he had retired from a life of sorcery 3 years ago, but to Tiana he had simply retired early from a day job as a regular salaryman. He couldn’t divulge her into such dangers, being together was already a risk in itself. Not to mention, Tiana was very superstitious and had a certain level of discernment of her own. While she called them “loa”, Nanami knew them as cursed spirits. Some may call them demons, ghosts, phantoms, the paranormal; they were all very similar by how they interacted with the physical realm.
And that was usually by causing some sort of mischief and a sense of despair.
An influx of cursed spirits had begun to infiltrate their home, hiding in dark corners or shaded areas, skirting around the borders and slithering under their floorboards. It would wake Tiana up at night in a frenzy, and while the spiritual cleansing she did with her sage and incense helped, it didn’t permanently rid themselves of the problem. So Nanami, who didn’t even break his exorcism streak to help the daunted citizens on the streets of New Orleans, found himself back on the clock around the clock. When he decided to move here with Tiana, he knew he was bound to run into those fleshless beings, he just never expected them to run amuck in his own home.
Especially to this extent.
Thank you for your support! See you soon!
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rocks at your window pt. 12 - ricky bowen x reader
disclaimer: this series contains smut and chapter by chapter warnings, so as with all nsfw works, ricky is aged up to 18+!! ricky and reader are 18 and in their senior year. additionally, ricky begins to desplay more symptoms of mental illness and bpd but he does get therapy and has a good support system. Obviously I'm not a professional and this is for entertainment so while I have done my research pls take this with a grain of salt!! or several!! /lh
!! contains some spoilers for season 1 of hsmtmts, and previous chapters of this fic !!
wc: 5k
genre: mild hurt/lotta comfort, smut, feels
pairing: ricky bowen x (afab she/her) reader
warnings: post show depression, more backstory for reader, brief mentions of gifted kid burnout and rediscovering your love for theatre, more fake texts, ricky is down ba-a-a-a-ad, classic Hot Boy Climbing Through Your Window moment, heart to heart convos, smut, body worship, clit sucking n fingering, penetrative sex, emotional 'i love you' sex, ricky begging <3, possible cliff hanger?? (BUT NOT BAD I PROMISE)
summary: it's late at night and you're reflecting on your experience performing high school musical the musical with all your fellow wildcats when someone shows up, throwing rocks at your window, and thinking the exact same thing.
song recs: rocks - imagine dragons, end of all things - panic at the disco, I hear a symphony - cody fry, fuck it I love you - lana del rey, tell me that you love me - victorious cast, where do we go from here - amelie obc, I can't handle change - roar
a/n: this is the last chapter of rocks. I got so emotional writing this and I sincerely hope yall enjoy. also before anyone asks YES I'm planning a sequel about season 2 but it's curretnly tba. I hope you cry when you hear rocks by imagine dragons and get flustered as FUCK when you hear tell me that you love me by the victorious cast because Ricky Bowen needs to be told I love you to cum it's canon Tim Federle told me so. Fangz again to Cici for proof reading and fangz to you guys for reading <3 send in Ricky asks lol
tags @yesv01 @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @afidiofobia @aliyahsutherland @pikzel @demirunner @brinaslittlefreak @girlfriendwhoseawitch @matiere-detoiles @ifilwtmfc @uselesssapphickitten @nxstalgicnxbxdy @ggclarissa @n-slayaaaaa @stormi-ames @rainforest-daisies @sunshineangel-reads
The show is over, midterms are over, now it’s Friday night and you can’t sleep. It’s one of a handful of Fridays over the past few months that you haven’t spent at rehearsal, and no matter how many times they roll around, it still feels weird. You chalk it up to routine, muscle memory, but part of you still worries you’ll be late when you see it’s past 6pm. You miss the El Rey, you miss the auditorium and rehearsal room at school, you miss circle time with Miss Jenn and all your friends. Post show depression always sucks, but after everything that happened during High School Musical, how intense things got, the letdown is worse than usual.
Even all the fun things Miss Jenn had planned to keep everyone’s spirits up until the next show gets announced are all over. You’d spent a week with your friends learning a song about winter Ashlyn wrote and Gina and Carlos choreographed so everyone could do a flashmob for the new East High theatre department’s instagram page. Miss Jenn got everyone together to make some content in advance to post before the break, but you finished your last take of the flashmob after school today. New Year’s isn’t until later this week, so you’ve finally reached the wasteland between closing one show and starting another.
“Hey,” your mom says softly from your doorway, and you look up from where you’re sitting on your bed. You greet her quietly, flipping through your playbill from the show, still wearing your cast shirt. You have a few open hat boxes in front of you, adorned in light florals and other delicate patterns and designs. Each one of them is full to the brim with playbills, confetti, and other mementos from past shows, except the one in front of you, which still has some room left in it.
Your mom walks over to you, watching your expression closely as you flip through your playbill, not wanting to put it away just yet. She rests her hand on your back, rubbing her thumb affectionately before tucking the tag of your shirt back into the neck. You both know what’s coming. You think back to the deal you made with her after your dad left. You didn’t realize until months after how much you’d been struggling with everything. Your mom discussed dropping out of the show you were in, even though you were so close to opening night, and you’d refused. You’re not the type to drop out of a show you’ve spent months rehearsing for just because of some struggles in your personal life.
Your mom could see clear as day how you weren’t having fun like you used to, how burnt out you were going to get if you kept up like that. What kind of mother would she be if she just let you do that to yourself? Once you’d found a new house and a new job out in Utah, you came to the agreement that you’d take a break for the summer. After that, if you wanted to do theatre again, you could do a show at your new school - nothing high pressure, or competitive and catty, or overly professional. After that, if you still want to, you can return back to professional theatre after you graduate.
“So?” she says softly. Your chest squeezes, and you’re so grateful that you’ve been able to feel and see and do and experience every single thing you love about theatre so much. There had been no high stakes, nothing riding on you and your ability to perform. It was just fun. Passion. A passion you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to let go of.
“I want to do the next show.” You say, without a trace of reservation. She smiles softly, looking down at you. She hasn’t seen you like this, so much like yourself, in years. You’re glowing and at peace, and she has never, ever been happier to see it. After everything the two of you have been through, the divorce - and the events leading up to it - she remembers this is what she’s been fighting for, the goal she’s been working toward; seeing you happy and thriving. She had a hunch that high school theatre was exactly what you needed, and now she thanks her lucky stars she was right.
You don’t talk about what you’re going to do after the next show, it’s not quite time to worry about that yet. There’s no need to rush anything, especially when it comes to stuff like this. You’re sure that when it comes time to make a decision, you’ll know in your heart what the right one will be. But even just from looking at you, even if you don’t know yet, your mom has another hunch that you’ll be back in New York, lighting up every stage on Broadway at some point. She presses a kiss to your forehead, rubbing your back again as you finally, reluctantly place your playbill in the open hat box in front of you.
“Try to get some rest, sweetie.”
She goes off to bed, and now you really have nothing to do. You sigh as you organize your hat boxes back on the top shelf of your closet, in the order you usually keep them in. You look around, deciding to clean your room. You run down to the kitchen to get a trash bag, then return to your room. You dig through all the scented candles you’ve been hoarding and pick out a nice smelling one to light, then put something on Netflix for some background noise. You start by folding your laundry, then pick up any stray trash. Usually cleaning your room gives you time to think, but you’re not really thinking much of anything now. You’re grateful for the break.
You move from task to task, losing track of time as Netflix continues to autoplay. You pause what you’re doing for a second, trying to figure out why two characters are arguing. You’ve barely been paying attention, but are still managing to follow the plot for the most part. During that moment of stillness, you hear your phone buzz with a text. You pick it up, shocked at how late it is, how quickly the time got away from you. It also makes you wonder who could be texting you so late. It’s Ricky. That makes sense, you think. You wonder what he’s doing up so late as you open the message.
You set your phone on the windowsill, then head towards your closet to try and make some sense of it. You’re not sure how it got to be such a hot mess - in all fairness, it’s not really that messy. You just need a project to work on. You straighten up your hanging clothes, refold all your jeans and folded sweaters, then reorganize it by color. Or maybe cut. You’re not sure yet. You make a mental note to rewatch Tidying Up with Marie Kondo later for more ideas.
You decide to revisit that in a few minutes, instead turning to all the pillows and blankets hidden on the floor of your closet. You adjust them, remembering the first time you’d shown your nap hole to Ricky. Your mind wanders idly, recounting all the things that have happened since then. You really hope that in spite of everything, Ricky had a good time performing. A part of you really hopes he’s going to do more shows. He’s so talented, and he has so much natural potential. After what he’s been through, it would make total sense if he never wanted to do theatre again, but a part of you silently hopes that he’s grown to love it the way you do.
Thunk.
You turn your head suddenly, wondering if you’d imagined the small noise. You glance back at the window, and see you left your phone there. You figure it was a notification or something. When you press the power button to check, you’re met with the words no new notifications on your lock screen.
Thunk.
Something moves in the corner of your vision, followed by another noise, then another.
Thunk- crack!
Your brow furrows as you stare at the hairline fracture left in the glass of your window. You try to peer down, but it’s so dark you can’t really see anything. You open your window up wide, lifting the latch and popping out the screen. You lean your head out just enough to look down, but it’s still too dark. You turn on your phone flashlight and hold tight to your popsocket, angling the beam down, only to be met with Ricky.
He’s holding a small plastic bag and a handful of rocks to throw until he gets your attention. He waves up at you awkwardly, and you laugh, covering your mouth to not make too much noise. It sounds beautiful. Everything you do is always so beautiful, he’s not sure why he’s still surprised when you take his breath away effortlessly. His stomach twists for a moment, and he hopes he gives you butterflies like you give him all the time. He looks up at you, and leaning down from your window like this, he thinks you’d make a really good Juliet. He’s not sure if you’ve done any Shakespeare before, but he makes a mental note to ask.
You watch from above as he holds the plastic bag in his mouth and starts climbing up the tree next to your house. You lose sight of him for a moment, until he reappears on the lattice on the side of your house. He’s careful not to disturb the ivy slowly growing its way up in spite of the cold weather. You laugh in disbelief, watching him climb through your window until he’s standing in front of you. It feels like something out of a movie, and your heart is pounding in your chest.
“You could have used the door…” you laugh.
“Well,” he shrugs, “I wanted to shake it up a little.” He smiles at you, pulling something out of the bag.
“I brought you coffee.” He pulls a to go cup out of the bag, handing it to you. He’s hopeful it will make you happy, and the way your eyes light up when you accept the drink is worth the stranger looks he got from the barista for ordering espresso at 11 at night. He takes out his drink, throwing the empty plastic bag in your garbage. You look up at him with those pretty eyes and his stomach flips. You move closer, pressing a kiss to his lips, one he leans into.
“Thanks,” you say after pulling away, sending him the most blinding, dazzling smile. He’s been inside you more times than he can count, and your kisses still make his head all fuzzy. He lets out a soft laugh, feeling a little high from your attention. He sits on your bed, watching you as you sit backwards on your desk chair. You both sip your drinks, and it’s quiet for a moment.
“Couldn’t sleep?” you ask. He lets out a breathy laugh, surprised at how well you can read him.
“It… still feels weird not being at rehearsal.” he says, thinking out loud. You nod in silent understanding of everything left unsaid. You chuckle lightly.
“Yeah, post show depression will really kick your ass.” He laughs, feeling called out at your words.
“Yeah…” he agrees. When Nini dumped him, he felt like there was a sinkhole in his chest. Then after that, when she left, when she just walked out on him and his dad, he felt like he was going to cave in. Then he met you. You didn’t make him stop missing her or Nini, but you gave him something to lean on. You helped him realize he had something else to think about - the show. Now he doesn’t think about Nini nearly as much as he used to; that wound is starting to heal. As for the other thing, long as he doesn’t let himself think about her or Todd, as long as he keeps moving, he’s sort of okay.
But now he’s feeling a new kind of emptiness. He doesn’t like goodbyes, he never has, so even though he knew closing night would be hard, he didn’t expect it to hurt this much. He didn’t expect himself to grow so familiar with the soundtrack and the script, running lines and remembering blocking. He didn’t expect to miss being called Troy so much.
“I didn’t ever expect to love theatre, or love you, as much as I do,” he muses. You glance down, face flushed from his words. He gives you butterflies so effortlessly, it’s really amazing.
“I love you too,” you smile, taking another sip of your drink. He giggles - actually giggles - at your words.
“So,” you continue, “you liked it? Doing the show, I mean. I know there were some ups and downs but-”
“I loved it.”
He smiles, and you both laugh, light and bubbling over your shared adoration of each other and the experiences you just shared.
"I really, really loved it." He breathes, distracted for a moment as he remembers it all. "I just… I didn't expect to be so sad after?"
You spin a little in your seat, taking another sip as you listen.
"Like, I spent so much time learning how to become Troy, learning all the lines and blocking and choreo and now I'm never going to get to do that again."
"Yeah," you agree, looking down. "I mean, that's the beauty of theatre; it's always fleeting, but there's always going to be another show."
You can see him soaking in your words, really letting them in. It doesn't mitigate his sadness, but you don't expect it to. You get up from where you’re spinning side to side on your desk chair and sit next to him on your bed, placing your coffee on the night table. You wrap your arm around him, resting your head on his shoulder. You don’t say anything, and you don’t need to. Your presence is more comforting than words could be. Maybe it’s the sweet smell of your peachy perfume, maybe it’s the way you’re so consistent in his life, but he’s reminded in a rush of the first night you spent together. Memories replay like flashbacks in his mind, and after a moment, he turns his head toward you.
His face is so close to yours, and it’s obvious what he’s thinking from the bedroom eyes he’s giving you, flicking between yours and your lips. It happens so suddenly, your heart barely has time to pound before he’s pressing his lips to yours in a deep kiss. Ricky needs a distraction from the ache in his chest. He needs something else to do, something else to think about, something else that makes him happy. He can’t think of something better to focus on than you. He deepens the kiss as you hold on to him tight, loving the way you always melt under his touch. You sigh against him, giggling as he works your lips open, slipping his tongue into your mouth.
He climbs on top of you as his hands move down. He takes his time, feeling you up, obsessing over every part of you until he gets to your thighs. He gropes your pretty thighs that he wants so badly to put his face between, not missing the way you were squirming a moment ago, already needy for some friction. He slots himself between your legs as he presses kisses into your neck, adoring the pretty sighs and noises you let out. He squeezes your thighs in his hands, before pulling you flat on your back with him hovering on top of you. The sudden change in position makes your heart race, and you can feel your cunt getting hot and puffy with arousal. The expression on your face makes it so worth it, he thinks, watching it grow even more flustered as he moves down. He pulls off your shirt and presses kisses between your tits. He plays with them, squeezing and running his thumbs over your hardened nipples in little circles. No matter how many times he sees them, it always feels like the first time, when all he could say was Wow. Oh my god. Wow. You let out a choked noise at the feeling, one he reciprocates, moaning into the soft flesh he has in his mouth.
“Fuck, Ricky…” you breathe, watching him closely as he moves down, trailing kisses along your stomach, squeezing your waist and hips, finally tugging off your bottoms. He trails his fingers over your panties for a moment, taking in how pretty they look on you, how much he loves to see that little wet spot growing bigger and bigger. He throbs as he takes them off, and you watch with wide eyes as he opens your legs a bit more.
“There we go,” he says softly, and your pussy pulses in anticipation of his touch. He spreads you open, taking a moment to take in how pretty your pussy is, how nice you look all spread open for him like this. It’s a shorter moment than he would have liked, he just can’t resist you, he can’t wait to press soft kisses to your heat, to flick his tongue over your clit, to make you feel good. He won’t wait any longer, doing just that, listening to every noise that escapes your pretty lips like a breathtaking song. He traces a finger around your dripping hole, fluttering and desperate for contact.
As he works his first finger in, he can't help but feel like he's home. You're so tight around just one finger, he wonders how you're always able to take all of him. The thought makes his stomach flutter with anticipation. He pumps his finger in and out gently, feeling you get wetter around him as you get used to the sensation. He continues licking and sucking on your clit, pulsing in his mouth, as he does. You taste amazing, and he wants more and more.
"Fuck, Ricky…" you sigh, and it's like music to his ears. He pushes his second finger in, and moans against your clit as he feels your tight walls stretch and relax to accommodate him. You let out a sharp gasp, throbbing erratically against his tongue. He scissors his fingers, breath hitching as you stretch around him.
“Oh my god,” you choke out in a breathy sigh, “Ricky…”
He loses all his progress as you clamp around him, bucking into his mouth as you cum around his fingers. He pauses for a moment, dizzy from the sensation, that he did that to you, made you feel that good. You tug on his hair, and before you can even ask, he knows. You want more of him, want him inside you. He climbs up on top of you. You tear his clothes off, throwing them on the floor, not wanting to waste a moment. His cock throbs, almost painfully hard, and he can’t wait any longer. He needs to be inside you more than anything. He lets out a jagged sigh, pumping his cock in anticipation. He’s so ready, more ready than he’s ever been to be welcomed back into your wet, hot, tight embrace.
He finally begins to nudge his cock inside you. He chokes at how easily it goes in, how you seem to pull him deeper and deeper inside you. You’re ready for him, even more so than usual from how hard he made you cum a few minutes before. He can feel you suck him up inside you, gripping and squeezing him just right. Each time you let him inside, each time you let him stretch out your perfect, dripping cunt, it always feels unimaginably better than the last. Every single time, he thinks that this, you, have to be the best he’ll ever have. And every single time, he’s right. You feel so good, so indescribably good, a part of him wants to cum right on the spot.
“Fuck, I love you…” He chokes out, voice breathy. And he means it. God, does he mean it. He says it right as he pushes his cock inside you, filling you up in the most delicious way, knocking the breath out of your lungs in tandem. You try to say it back, you want to say it back, but his tongue is already shoved down your throat as he covers your mouth with deeper and deeper kisses. He’s insatiable, not ever getting as much of you as he needs to satisfy what he’s craving.
He starts moving, unable to wait, unable to stop himself from pistoning his cock as deep inside you as he can get it. He drags his cock against your gummy walls, the friction already making you both dizzy. He keeps going, rutting his hips into yours, moaning into your mouth. He cages you in with his arms, resting his hands on your cheeks as he gazes into your eyes. He’s so in love with you, so fucking in love with you. You’re… his world. You’re his everything. Everything he does revolves around you; he’s not the main character in his story, you are.
He would move mountains for you, overcome anything, travel any distance just for you, to be in your arms. He loves you so much it almost hurts, and he knows he’s never felt more relief than he did on opening night, when he finally, finally told you everything he feels for you. He was so sick of biting it back, of worrying about timing, if you would say it back, if he could even say it at all. He can’t remember ever being happier than he was when he finally said fuck it, and spilled his guts to you. Right here, right now, he can feel the little bulge he’s making in your tummy. He can feel where your bodies are touching and squishing together, and he can feel you wrap your legs around him to pull him even closer. He didn’t think he could be any more crazy over you than he already is, but all of this, all of you is driving him to even higher heights than he could imagine.
It’s overwhelming, and he moans, long and low into your mouth. There’s no other way to express what you make him feel than through his beautiful moans, like music to your ears, or telling you that he loves you every chance he gets, with his last breath he’ll be telling you again and again. He presses kisses to your cheek, moving down to your neck, taking in your sweet scent. God, he doesn’t think he’s ever wanted anyone this badly. He doesn’t think he’s wanted anyone or anything as much as he wants you. He’s so attracted to you, drawn to you in an almost primal way that leaves him rutting his hips into yours, grinding into your clit to get as close as possible, moaning shamelessly into your neck. It sends jolts of electricity through you, lighting you up like a powergrid.
His breath hits your skin in steady, warm puffs. He lets out another moan as you scratch your nails down his back. Your hand tangles in his hair and tugs it just right, making him throb inside you. He knows in this moment that no one can ever make him feel this good, no one else can do what you do to him. He can feel himself getting closer and closer as he sucks bruises into your neck, leaving constellations of love bites across your perfect skin. Even though he’s holding you as tight as he can, drawing noises out of you that no one else has had the privilege of hearing, and it makes his head spin, he needs more.
He finally pulls away from your neck, resting his forehead against yours. You lean up to kiss him, and even though he’s aching for you, he doesn't kiss you. Not quite yet. Instead, he looks into your eyes so deeply, so intensely, with such a burning hunger that you feel like you’re being fused together. He’s still panting, this time your warm breaths fan over each other’s faces as he really soaks in everything about you, how pretty you look in his arms like this - and fuck, you’re pretty.
“I’m close, peach,” he pants, sending even more heat to your core, making you squeeze around him as he presses a burning kiss to your lips; one you accept eagerly.
“‘M so close,” he says again between kisses, “Can- fuck- can you say it for me? Can you tell me? Please, peach, I need to hear it, need to hear you say it…” he rambles, drunk on you and p=-
You’re trying your best, but it would be a lot easier if everything he was saying and doing didn’t render you breathless and unable to do anything but moan and writhe beneath him.
“I love you, Ricky,” you choke out, desperate and sincere. You finally connect your lips, only for him to moan into your mouth. It’s loud and shameless and has you teetering on the precipice. “Love you so much, so fucking much,” you continue to babble as he buries his face in your neck, moaning so much he almost can’t register what you’re saying. He’s glad you’re saying it anyway.
He can barely register how close he is before he cums. It’s hard and sudden, and he’s barely able to hear your sweet words over the blood pounding in his ears. You let out a noise he thought only existed in porn, following closely behind him. Your legs shake around him as you grab him as tight as you can, desperate for something to hold onto. You squeeze him in a vice grip as you let out the most beautiful whines and moans, and it’s enough to make him dizzy. Just your noises alone are almost enough to make him hard again - which he probably would be, if you hadn’t just milked his cock completely dry. You stay like that for a moment, letting yourself be filled up with him, letting himself be squeezed tight by your throbbing walls. He can feel your heartbeat in your soft cunt, and he lets out a shuddering sigh at the feeling. He mutters sweet nothings into your ear, rambling about every good thing he feels for you. He doesn’t think he could shut up if he tried - he usually can’t when it comes to you. He presses more and more kisses to your skin as you mutter sweet nothings back, rubbing your hand over the red marks you’d left on his back, playing with his hair. You take your time coming down from this, letting yourselves be right here and now, in each other’s arms.
Eventually, he pulls out more reluctantly than he’s done anything. You manage to clean up enough to fall back into bed, into each other’s arms. In those few moments, you glance around at the several unfinished cleaning tasks you’d started earlier. You shrug them off, telling yourself you’ll finish them later. As you’re welcomed into Ricky’s warm embrace, you think this is way more fun than cleaning anyway.
You settle into each other, getting comfortable as he holds you tight against his chest. You can feel the steady rise and fall of each other’s breathing, your heartbeats gradually slowing back down, the warmth pooling between you. In the quiet air surrounding you, you can feel the calm turn into a sort of melancholy. You trace your fingers over his skin as he takes solace in you. Everything about you is so comforting, he can’t deny that you’re what’s kept him as centered as he’s been able to be.
“Where do we go from here?” he asks.
His voice is quiet, breaking ripples into the glassy silence surrounding you, but you can hear the emotion wavering through it. You’re quiet for a moment, considering. You’re not quite sure if he means him and you, him and his dad, or the next audition. It doesn’t matter, you realize, because you’ll have his back through all of it. And he’ll have yours.
“I dunno,” you start gently, and he holds onto your words, cherishing them like heirlooms, “but I do know one thing. Miss Jenn is announcing the next show in a few days, on New Year’s Eve. So, we should probably start thinking about audition music.”
Just the briefest mention of auditions has him smiling at the memories from a few months ago, bursting in late with his guitar. At the time, he had only ever expected to remember that audition as the day he won Nini back. He never could have predicted what a different, more significant weight that would hold for him now. The mention of New Year’s Eve brings something else to mind as well.
“Ashlyn’s having a New Year’s party, right?”
“Yes!” you exclaim softly, “I totally forgot about that…”
Ricky traces his thumb over your cheek as you discuss carpools and if you should bring drinks or cupcakes. He never knew he could feel this way, this warm, just from listening to someone talk. He doesn’t know what happens next. He doesn’t know what’s going to change, but he thinks he can handle it if he has you. He’s so wrapped up in you, so invested in the quiet little conversation you’re now having about sheet music and party outfits that he doesn’t notice his phone buzzing in the pocket of his jeans, strewn across your floor. After a moment it lights up with a new notification.
1 missed call from Dr. Robert (therapist)
1 new voicemail from Dr. Robert (therapist)
#rocks at your window#ricky bowen x reader#hsmtmts ricky#ricky bowen#hsmtmts#hsmtmts x reader#is now a good time to remind yall that I love you guys??#cause I do lol#<333#also is anyone interested in a full rocks at your window playlist??#I'm probs gonna make a masterpost with all the parts and add links to the chapters once they're all up#or like... any shoplook outfits I made for writing inspo#i am a polyvore bitch at heart#anyway let me know any bonus content you guys wanna see lol
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May 3, 2023
Mysterious Cool Girl Effect ruined. Had to reveal where I was going for grad school to my ex. Was kind of trying to see how long I could go without telling him. Devastated.
A while ago (September 8, 2022), I commented on how I have a terrible streak of comparing myself to others. This is not going to disappear quietly, I know, and I think it might even get worse with my new environment. It’s on my mind because the person I was comparing myself to has announced her plans for graduate school and it came up on my feed. And even with all of my accomplishments, I still find myself doing it. Comparing. The same mess that made me start this journal in the first place (with significantly less crying).
Simone Biles got married recently, and I saw a post on LinkedIn (I know, groan) from some other olympic gold medalist (who I don’t follow or even know or anything btw) who quipped that “with all the medals and podiums, your greatest feats will be known as ‘Wife & Mother!’” And maybe it’s just the raging feminist in me, but that comment literally makes me so wildly upset???? I don’t want my attachment to someone else to be my greatest achievement???? What about all the amazing things Simone has accomplished? The way she’s made herself a name known around the world? Yes, I am so happy that she’s been able to find love, and it’s not that those roles can’t be incredibly fulfilling because I am sure they absolutely can be, but it feels so severely reducing.
It’s incredibly refreshing to be in a position where I could fully get a D on tomorrow’s stats midterm and still be just fine in the class overall. I mean, I barely revised for the last one (admittedly, a poor decision) and nearly got full marks. I could probably just, show up tomorrow armed with a vague idea about a few hypotheses and be all right. I’m not gonna do that. Of course not. (Probably not.) [edit, next day: that is exactly what I did. finished the exam in twenty minutes. not sure if I understood everything perfectly or if I was flying blind (I feel like I’m the kind of person to literally just skip an entire page of an exam on accident :/).] But I’ve got the sleepytired again... [the sleepytired won. if the exam went terribly horribly wrong, at least I got an amazing night of sleep, I guess. I’ll find out tomorrow]
Today I’m thankful for uh.. for the fact that I live close enough to home that I can pop over there for a day just to wash my hair because my apartment shower is trifling. After this upcoming set of braids, I’m going to give my hair a break. It’s been in braids back-to-back since January with nary a rest, so this summer is going to be protective styles with my own hair only. No blow driers, just focusing on hair health. This fall.. maybe I’ll “splurge” on a 30″ set...
[edit 2, late afternoon the next day: ACED CELL BIO MIDTERM 3 WOO!!! even though it was an open-note test, it feels fulfilling because I did have to legitimately think for some of the questions]
[edit 3, two days later: I did, in fact, skip an entire page of the stats exam. Actually did end up with a D. My prof emailed me to let me know that normally she’d offer me the opportunity to come in and take that page over again (literally the sweetest prof I’ve ever had), but as long as I submit the final project, I’ll still get an A in the class, and she could surmise based on the rest of the exam that I knew the material quite well anyway :’) I think it’s funny that she added a note to “not obsess over this” because that is exactly the type of thing I’d do lol (I even went in to check the math to make sure I’d still get an A (I’ll be above the cutoff by two points)). All in all, a learning opportunity.]
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Coffee & Comfort
While studying for midterms at an obscure coffee shop on campus, your (very handsome) professor comes in to do some grading. The two of you share a table since he needs an outlet to charge his laptop, which leads to the start of a forbidden relationship.
NSFW UP AHEAD, 18+ ONLY PLEASE !! Depiction of handjob in this chapter.
The school year came to a close and you were free to enjoy your summer. Instead of returning home for the summer, you had opted to stay and hopefully find a job related to your major. Your family had promised to visit for two weeks next month, and you were satisfied with the thought. Shouto was also free of work, which meant you two were able to spend more time together. He had offered for you to move in with him until you went back to school and you had happily agreed.
Summer in Japan was hot and humid, and the two of you spent time in his home crowding in front of the AC or snacking on ice cream. He would drive you to distant beaches, relishing in the view of you in a swimsuit and splashing you with water playfully. Learning to share a bed with him had been awkward at first, but you had quickly fallen into a routine with him.
When the nights were too hot, the two of you would go for night drives, leaving the windows down to let in the cool fresh air. He would find hills that overlooked the city, parking on side streets and wrapping an arm around you. The two of you would talk about everything and nothing, getting to know each other on a deeper level before returning to your home in the early hours of the morning.
Your night drives also included a lot more physicality. Sometimes you would just make out, feeling each other’s hands on your body before pulling apart and recollecting yourselves. The two of you were slowly taking the next step physically, and you were both excited and nervous to try something new.
It was the end of June and your family was set to arrive that Monday. Shouto had driven you to a new view, the twinkling lights of Tokyo below you as he pulled his car over and parked. The road was rural and out of the way, leading to a walking trail that was closed at sunset. No one seemed to be around and it didn’t seem as if anyone would be coming any time soon.
“Are you excited to see your family?” he asked, turning his body to face you.
“I am,” you smiled. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen them. I’m excited to show them around.”
“If you need any suggestions, let me know. I can get you into certain places if you need it.”
“Sho,” you pouted. “You don’t have to. That’s really sweet of you.”
“I want to help, love. You and your family deserve it.”
You smiled at him before leaning across the center console to kiss him. He pulled away for a second, seeming to hesitate before kissing you again. It wasn’t long before you two were making out, your hands pulling on the front of his shirt while his hands held onto your waist.
“I . . . want to try something new tonight,” you confessed.
“Oh?” Shouto quirked an eyebrow.
“Can we, um, get in the backseat?”
You and Ochaco kept in constant contact, texting each other everyday and seeing each other once a week. She had pressed you more about your “secret relationship” and you were now more comfortable telling her more details. You had yet to tell her you were dating your professor, but you had divulged more information.
“Have you slept with him yet?”
The two of you had been sitting in an ice cream parlor. You nearly choked on your scoop, coughing and sputtering as she rushed to get you water. Once you had calmed down, you had nervously answered the question.
“Er, no. I’ve never actually . . . with anyone.”
“Really?” she had gasped.
You had shamefully nodded. She reached across to grab your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“Don’t feel too bad. I lost my virginity to my boyfriend at the end of the semester. I was totally nervous, but it ended up being great!”
Ochaco had studied your face for a moment before speaking again.
“Have you two . . . done anything?”
Your voice had gotten quieter as you told her what you two had done so far. A soft smile graced her face, resting her cheeks on the palm of her hand as she listened to you speak.
“Have you given him a handjob yet?”
“A what?”
Her eyes had gone wide, leaning across the table towards you.
“You don’t know what that is? It’s basically . . . um . . .”
She glanced around her before lifting up one hand and making a fist with it, making a shaking motion with it. It took you a second to register what she meant and you immediately flushed, turning your face away.
“It’s a good first step. I’m sure you can find some pointers online.”
Now, sitting in the backseat of Shouto’s car, you were exceptionally nervous. He was staring at you expectantly, legs spread as he waited for you to make a move. You leaned across and, with shaking hands, pulled on the hem of his T-shirt. He pulled it easily over his head, letting it fall to the floor as he continued to watch you.
Sure, you had seen him shirtless many times now from your trips to the beach, but this time was different. You let your fingers trace across his sculpted chest, feeling the hard muscle flexing beneath. Moving lower, you traced the outline of his abs before moving lower to the beginning of his happy trail. You swallowed nervously before unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down until he lifted his hips and yanked them off.
Now just left in his boxers, Shouto was exhilarated. He watched with bated breath as your fingers hooked into the waistband before slowly removing them. His erection sprang free, bouncing towards his stomach before standing straight. Your eyes went wide at the sight. It was your first time seeing a cock and you weren’t quite sure how to feel. Surprise was the first emotion, followed by nervousness but then slowly replaced with arousal. You sucked in a breath to steady yourself before licking your hand and grabbing his cock at the base.
“Whoa,” Shouto breathed out, his head falling back.
You started off slow, trying to find a rhythm that seemed to turn him on. As you moved your hand a little faster Shouto reacted by lifting up his hips to meet your hand. You paused for a moment to lean down, pressing your chest against his bare one. Resuming your previous pace, you began to press kisses against his chest, letting your lips linger so he could feel the sensation.
“If you keep doing that I’m going to cum,” he panted.
You pressed another kiss, flicking your wrist as you moved up his shaft.
“Can you go a little f-faster?” he asked.
Nodding you moved your hand faster, continuing to kiss him at the same time. Shouto came with a deep moan of your name, his cum spurting all over your hand and his stomach. You froze, watching as he came undone before he slumped, eyes closed as he panted.
“Wow, your hands feel so good on me, angel.”
He kissed you, being careful not to smear the cum before reaching towards the driver door to grab some napkins. He helped you wipe your hand before moving on to his stomach.
“So . . . would this be a bad time to ask if I can meet your family?”
You were handing him his boxers but dropped them in shock.
“R-really? You want to meet them?”
“I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but we’ve been together half a year. I think that warrants enough time for me to meet them.”
Time had indeed flown since you and Shouto had begun seeing each other. The realization of it had you reeling and you had to lay down.
“If not, it’s okay. I understand.”
“No, no, it’s not that, Sho. It’s just . . .”
You sighed, closing your eyes to take in the cool breeze as it wafted across your face. The faint sound of shuffling reached your ears as Shouto finished getting dressed.
“This is all new to me. You’re my first everything, so I honestly feel like I don’t know what I’m doing most of the time.”
“Love, you forget this is also new to me as well.”
You slowly opened your eyes upon feeling his fingers gently grasp your chin. He was looking into your eyes with a soft expression, a playful smile on his face.
“I’m learning everything with you. I’m especially enjoying all these new things you want to try.”
“Sho!” you gasped, smacking his chest while he chuckled.
“But seriously, I would love to meet your family if that’s alright. I . . . want you to meet mine too, but that might take a little more time.”
Your heart swelled at his words and you leaned in to kiss him. After a moment the two of you pulled apart, and Shouto put his arm around you as you sat in the cool summer evening, relishing in each other’s company.
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Paris Week 3: "études, châteaux et nourriture"
Matthew Sinanis :)
Bonjour tout le monde!
It is honestly crazy to think that our engineering in Paris program has passed its halfway point. I feel that everything is moving so quickly just because of the nature of the program where each day I am off to a different museum, booking another trip, or trying a new restaurant in central Paris.
The start of this past week was a bit rocky as our classes definitely picked up the difficulty. For my differential equations course, we had both homework and a midterm which were pretty tough but we were able to make it through. Also this week I started my upper-level humanity class which is focusing on the history of high fashion in Paris. Just to give you all an update on how this class schedule was working, at the three-week point, my schedule starts at 9 am with my fashion class that ends at 11:30 am and then my differential equations class from 12 pm to 2 pm. I have both classes every day except on Fridays where I only have my differential equations class at the usual time.
Finding some time after class on this tough academic week, a couple friends and I walked along the Seine. It was very peaceful as it was close to sunset and we were able to stop at a couple of the cool vendors along the river.
The one thing that remains constant throughout the craziness of studying abroad in Paris is the food. This week we ended up cooking a few fun dishes in our very small apartment kitchen that actually turned out great. When going out to eat we tried the French version of a couple of American classics, such as a cheeseburger and hotdog which surprisingly were very good. Additionally, we tried a couple restaurants that specialized in Lebanese and Japanese cuisine.
This week we also had the opportunity to participate in a food tour with our program, CEA, where we tried a bunch of traditional French classics. We started off by tasting olive bread, then several cheeses and charcuterie, a couple of fresh strawberries, and finishing with the famous French eclair. The food tour was very fun and allowed me to learn about a lot more French cuisine which I did not initially know about. (as you can see from the picture below, everyone really loved the cheeses).
With my fashion class this week, we took a trip to the Nocturne Exposition which was a museum that was focusing on the use of hair throughout history, with an emphasis on how hair contributed to fashion. It was definitely one of the most interesting museums that I have ever been to and taught me a lot about the importance of hair in history. Towards the end of the museum, it shifted towards a more modern take on the use of hair, and one of the exhibits reminded me of a Wookiee from Star Wars or Bigfoot which was interesting, to say the least. I am pretty sure you all will be able to figure out which one I am talking about ;).
Another fun experience this past week was figuring out how to go to the movies to see the new Spiderman movie (amazing film btw). For future reference, in France if a movie says "VOSTF" that means it will be in its original language with French subtitles and if it says "VF", that means it will be dubbed in French.
Bringing us to the weekend, CEA (the company running this program) took us to Loire Valley, France where we visited a bunch of castles and tried some local foods.
The first castle was called "Chateau de Chambord" and it was absolutely massive and was surrounded by acres upon acres of gardens.
The next castle was called "Chateau d'Azay Le Rideau", this castle was a lot smaller than the others and looked like a giant mansion with some very interesting architecture and garden displays. This chateau also had a lake and moat surrounding it.
Getting into the food on this trip, we tried a bunch of cheeses, a croque madame, and a regional sausage. Everything was really great, except for the sausage in my opinion. The sausage had an "interesting" odor to it and that is because we later found out it was made from pig intestines... which wasn't my personal "cup of tea"
The last castle of the trip was called "Chateau de Chenonceaux" which has such an amazing history to it and was by far my favorite castle. The architecture, nature, gardens, river, and interior made this castle truly special and a sight I am so grateful to have seen.
And that's a wrap for this week, thank you all for following along, and check in next week for my trip to London and a bunch of other fun adventures!
À bientôt! Au revoir :)
Matthew Sinanis
Aerospace Engineering
Engineering in Paris
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Opportunity Costs of Running a Small Business
As someone who is deeply involved with the arts, I am constantly trying to find different outlets to express my creativity and artistry. On top of my love for the arts, I have always been interested in the business world in the sense that I wanted to start my own business. However, the issue was not having enough time to fully commit to starting a business due to my busy dance and school schedules. Here is an example of how my weekly dance schedule and academic schedule looked in both high school and as a first-year dance major:
As you may notice, I did not have time to partake in other creative activities. That is until COVID-19 hit—the pandemic that stopped almost all of our regular daily activities. My school was closed, and worse still, my ballet school—the place I’d spent my afternoons for the past 14 years—was ordered to be shut. So yes, I had a lot of free time.
While many of my friends were bingeing their favorite shows on Netflix, I was searching for a creative outlet. I tried knitting, but it required too much counting. Painting was fun, but there were too many things to clean. Origami had too many steps, and my cranes would end up in a crumpled mess.
It wasn’t until I saw a video online that showed someone doing hand embroidery on a pair of jeans that I felt excitement. I ordered my first embroidery kit, waited for it to arrive, and went straight to work. My first few attempts at creating a leaf looked more like my tangled hair, but I kept practicing. So, I stayed up many nights obsessed with exploring and experimenting with this new craft. I embroidered my designs on t-shirts, belts, hats, and bags and gave them to friends as presents. I also posted them on social media. People started asking to buy them from me. I had not planned to sell my creations, and yet that prospect intrigued me. So, I started my small handmade business on Etsy and named it Taroobi. It has become a great outlet for me to explore my creativity and create new products.
Now you may be wondering, how are the concepts of microeconomics realte to my small business?
During UCI’s Winter Vendor Fair on Ring Road that recently took place, I was fortunate enough to have my shop featured in this fair making it the first time Taroobi’s products sold in person. While this was an exciting new experience for Taroobi, it came with a lot of preparations and sacrifices. In other words, the opportunity costs were unexpectedly a lot. Since I decided to spend my time preparing for this fair for the first half of the Winter quarter while being a full-time student, it came at the cost of class attendance, turning in assignments on time, studying, attending rehearsals, meals, and socializing with friends. To be more specific, to make sure I prepared properly and well for my fair, I did not have enough time to do a lot of my homework, study for my midterms, eat proper meals, and even just have time to hang out with friends.
To get into the specifics of my products in my shop, I had to factor in both my implicit and explicit costs when figuring out the prices of my products. My implicit costs consisted of the price of the material of the products while my explicit costs consisted of my time, booth fee, rent of tables and chairs, packaging, and any display items. Even though in the ideal or perfect world in terms of economics, I should be pricing my items a lot more than I did to make a good amount of profit, especially when considering all of my explicit costs. However, since I am a small business, I decided to price things just considering the implicit cost as my goal for this fair was to get more customers and create more exposure to my brand. I am aware that in the perfect economic world, this would not be ideal. However, I took into account that my target customers are college students who are mostly not financially stable to be spending money on too many nonessential products. In addition, some of my explicit costs such as the display costs, I will not have to worry about in the future since it is reusable. All of my profits as of right now go back into investing in Taroobi meaning that I do not give myself a wage. When looking at my business at first, one may think that it is in a competitive market, but in actuality, it is theoretically a monopolistic market. While there are some companies out there that make similar types of products compared to mine, they are not the same as what I do especially due to the fact that everything I make is all original designs and can not be offered by other businesses.
As there are theoretically correct decisions to make in the idealistic world to minimize profits, sometimes these decisions could be different depending on one's goals.
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everblaze, foxfire, linh?
Ed! Hello! I hope you are doing well!
everblaze: Your proudest achievement
oof that is a difficult one. I've done a lot of things that could probably categorized as a really cool achievement but I just expect exellency of myself so I downplay it. So I'll just list a few things I've done instead, maybe figure something else out along the way!
I finished all high school credits of math before I entered 10th grade (meaning I was done with all four years before the second year started), I'm ranked #1 in my class if we're going off weighted GPA, I got and am on track to get multiple associates degrees (2 year degrees) before graduating high school, and I tested into the gifted program in 1st grade (a year before testing usually starts) and was in the 99th percentile in all categories. Those are all school achievements hmm. Oh! the wings au!! I am very proud of that story and how far it's come, so that's definitely up there.
I don't really celebrate achievements (you know that thing where you set your expectations so unrealistically high that you loose sense of what is actually something to be proud of?) so I don't know what I'm proud of, but I think these are things that are generally pretty cool!!
foxfire: Your favorite school subject
I think it comes as no surprise that I was and am an avid English enjoyer. English classes just made sense, you know? Stories and writing and characters feel natural, and the way English classes encourage you to think critically is super fun for me. It does help that it's a subject I'm good at and that I've been actively exposed to literature my entire life. And that that exposure gave me a good understanding of grammar and how to write, so essays are pretty easy. But because I perform well in the classes and liked the subject, my English teachers have always liked me. My favorite class this year was my english class last fall, and I'm thrilled that I'll get to have that teacher again next year (though not for English). And I'll get to have this other teacher for English a second time next year!!! I love the teachers and the subject, so it's very high on my list
Though I will say that history was always fun as well, though I don't know why. Maybe because it was an easier class, as it's as the general education level compared to the all the other harder classes I was taking. I think history classes are more relaxed I guess, and that was nice. Another good one is foreign languages though, and those aren't always easy. Something about communication is fascinating. That's more than one though so I'll stop there.
Linh Song: The element you vibe with
If we're going with the traditional four elements, I think fire? I'm just thinking about this in terms of avatar so unsure how accurate that is. Something about the steady, reckless abandon of fire and how consuming it is. It's both comforting and provides warmth and brings people together (like campfires and hearths), and destructive and uncontrollable and furious. The determination associated with it alongside the risk of going to far and getting consumed matches my experiences with how I push myself and am reckless with myself, but how much I'm capable of when I do so. It's a delicate and sometimes unwise balance, but it's hard to let go of.
If we're going with kotlc elements, perhaps shadowflux. How it's unknown and rough and difficult to control, how it changes things. The way it's neither good nor bad kinda reminds me of my tendency to approach things motivated almost entirely by logic, trying to figure out how they work without acknowledging the good or bad of it. The potential for impartiality. I do also just like darkness though, and find comfort in it which makes it more appealing.
unsurprisingly, my responses are very long...oops?
#in other news I am getting. so close. to the ends of midterms.#each of my classes chose a different week for them so it has been going on for like a month now#but my last required one is on monday#and the option one (which I plan to do) is due on the 9th#the end is in sight#but like i've been doing midterms since halfway through february#hnng#ask game#quil's queries#commonghost
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Words that Should Have Been Left Unsaid
Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai’d!Reader
Summary: Sometimes people say the meanest things in the heat of the moment. You’re hiding the fact that something is going on with you, but you didn’t want to worry the men. But because you were hiding something from them, it ticked off one person in particular and made him say something that should’ve been left unsaid.
Note: Hello! Sorry for a very late update! I had sociology midterms and my professors decided to throw a butt load of assignments on me the minute spring break was over! I am also babysitting my cousins, so that is one of the reasons that’s been stopping me from typing something out. But here is a new story for the Isekai’d!Reader fic! I hope you all enjoy it! Sorry for the long wait! For those who are new readers or are returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so, if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it’s me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don’t post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).
Warnings: Angst-ish without comfort. Scaramouche is a big meanie and makes you cry and leave the abode. Mentions of blood.
Word Count: 6.1k
Read part 2 of Words that Should Have Been Left Unsaid [here]!
You have been acting strange lately. Even though you tried to act like yourself, it was easy to see through the facade that you put on for the fifteen men. They couldn’t help but analyze you closely as you tried to act like nothing was wrong when in reality, there was something wrong. You seemed way more tired and irritable; the bags under your eyes were prominent, and you looked unusually pale. Almost gray. The men couldn’t help but worry about you, but you kept ignoring the concerned looks they’ve cast your way every time you entered the room. There are days when you don’t want to see them at all or talk to them, and it makes them worry that they’ve done something to you that made you feel this way towards them. But boy, they were wrong.
Lately, you’ve been feeling off. At first, you brushed it off as just another sleepless night that made you feel this way, but it continues to get worse and worse. Your head hurts a lot; it felt like Zhongli just threw a boulder at your head. You didn’t think much of it when you first got the headache, but that quick sharp pain gradually developed into pounding headaches that wouldn’t go away. You know for sure that the headache you’re having aren’t migraines. Since you didn’t want to make the men feel worried about you, you have decided to sneak into the medicine cabinet to take some medications to ease your headache. Did the medicines ease your headache? Only for a short amount of time until that headache comes back twice as painful as it was previously.
Did you try to consult Baizhu about your endless headache? No, you didn’t because you knew that if you were to talk to Baizhu about your headache, he would tell the others about said headache. You’ll end up being bombarded with questions from the other fourteen men, making the headache even worse than it already was. So, you kept it all to yourself and tried to act like nothing was happening at all despite wanting to burst into tears because of how excruciating the headache was.
You woke up from your nap, your head throbbing in pain as you struggled to sit up on your bed. You winced in pain, rubbing your temples as the pressure around your head increased. You can hear your blood pulsing in your ears as beads of sweat start to form on your forehead.
“How much longer is this headache going to go on for?” You whispered to yourself, hugging the blanket to your chest with a sigh of frustration. You threw the blanket off your body before getting off of your bed. A wave of dizziness hits you like a huge tidal wave, knocking you back down on your bed.
It has been days since you left your bedroom; the only way you’ve eaten was when one of the men would drop by with a tray of food at your bedroom door. Sighing in defeat, you closed your eyes. “Looks like I’ll be staying in bed. Again.” You slowly reached over to your blanket and tossed it over your body. You couldn’t help but feel guilty for not leaving your bedroom; you knew that it makes them assume the worst, but you didn’t have the strength to fight back the headache you were feeling.
Swallowing your pride, you got up from your bed anyway and walked to your bedroom door. You knew that you should stay in bed, but it had been way too long since you left your bedroom, and you knew that the men were most likely worried sick about you. You grabbed onto the door handle and twisted the knob before slowly opening your bedroom door. You can hear laughter and loud chatter coming from downstairs; a faint smile appears on your face at the comforting sound. You stepped out of your bedroom and slowly walked down the stairs while holding onto the railing tightly. You feared that you would tumble down the stairs if you hadn’t held onto the bar due to your legs feeling like they were jello. Your legs were shaking, but it wasn’t noticeable-- or at least you hoped that it wasn’t apparent to the others. You felt like a newborn deer walking for the first time.
The more you descended the stairs, the louder the laughter and chatter got. The louder the laughter and conversation got, the more your headache worsened. Perhaps it was a mistake to leave your bedroom after all. A big mistake. When one of the men, Ayato, caught sight of you. He stares at you with curiosity, causing the others around him to gradually grow quiet and look over to where he was looking. Now, you have about fifteen men staring at you intently, eyeing you from head to toe. Their eyes slowly traced over your body and your face as if they were looking for something.
“Good morning, [Y/N]! How was your sleep?” Diluc asks, giving you a small smile.
You gave a weak smile in return before answering, “Good morning, Diluc! My sleep could have been better, but I hope you were able to sleep way better than I did.” Diluc eyebrows furrow slightly at your answer.
“Oh? Is that so?” Dainsleif asks, stroking his chin as he continues to analyze you. You swallow the lump in your throat. The headache continues to thunder in your head, making you wince slightly.
Childe approaches you with a smile, “Perhaps you needed me to cuddle you to sleep! I heard that cuddling makes sleeping easier.” He gives you a flirty smile. Xiao and Scaramouche scoff loudly.
Baizhu approaches you from the crowd; he stands in front of you and looks down at you with his eyebrows narrowed. He was inspecting you closely. Baizhu reached toward you and grabbed your face, gently tilting your head from side to side. You stared at Baizhu blankly as he continued to do his thing.
“Have you been feeling unwell?” Baizhu asks; you shook your head in response. You can hear the others sigh in defeat around you. Clearly, you weren’t going to admit that you weren’t feeling well. Archons, why are you so stubborn?
"I'm feeling okay, thank you for asking. I've been feeling tired for the past few days; it's no big deal." You reply, giving Baizhu a weak smile. Baizhu stares at you for a moment before letting go of your face with a small sigh, looking over at the other fourteen men.
Zhongli raises his eyebrows at you, “So you’re feeling okay now?” You nod your head in response to Zhongli’s question with a small smile.
Xiao squints his eyes at you, his eyebrows narrowing slightly as he crosses his arms over his chest. "I don't believe you." Xiao comments; you stared at Xiao, unsure how you'd respond to his statement.
You clear your throat, “Well, I’m feeling okay now. There’s nothing to worry about at all.” You hope that the others couldn’t see through your lies. But alas, it seems like lady luck isn’t on your side this time.
Scaramouche scoffs, a scowl appearing on his face. “You didn’t leave your room for days and would avoid us for days. It’s clear that you weren’t okay at all.” He eyes you from head to toe; you couldn’t help but feel self-conscious under Scaramouche’s scrutiny.
“Listen, sometimes I don’t want to leave my room, and sometimes I will. It’s how I’ve always been before I have arrived in this world.” You argued, eyebrows narrowing at Scaramouche.
“And that’s okay! It’s great to have some alone time for yourself, but you’ve been avoiding us. We can’t help but feel worried about you, you know?” Gorou says, giving you puppy dog eyes.
Itto nods his head in agreement, “Yeah! We thought we did something to upset you and couldn’t figure out what was making you upset.” He scratches the back of his head with a tiny frown on his face.
An overwhelming wave of guilt washes over you. You knew that they were worried about you, but you didn’t think that they would be this worried about you. As much as you wanted to tell them all what was going on— well, technically, you didn’t even know what was going on with you either— you didn’t want to burden them any further with your issues.
“As much as I am glad to hear that you were worried about me, there’s no need to be concerned. I’m okay.” You said softly, giving them a small smile before walking to the kitchen to grab something to eat.
Thoma gave you a small smile and held out a plate of food for you. Before you could walk to Thoma, someone grabs onto your wrist and yanks you back, causing you to stumble into the person that grabbed you by the wrist. You turned around and saw Scaramouche staring at you with a deep frown on his face; you yanked your wrist out of Scaramouche’s grasp, looking at him in confusion and anger.
“There’s no way I’m letting you walk off that easily after giving me a bullshit response,” Scaramouche says.
“Scaramouche, I’m not in the mood to get into an argument right now. I just want to get something to eat and go back to my room to rest.” You sighed, closing your eyes when you felt your headache worsening.
Scaramouche scoffs, “There you go again, wanting to go back to your room. Are you that tired of being around us?” His hands crackled with electricity. Your eyes widened at Scaramouche’s accusation; you couldn’t help but feel speechless at his question.
“No! I’m not tired of being around you all!” You exclaimed.
“Then why were you avoiding us? We care about you, we’re always there for you, but all you do is avoid us and be ungrateful for the things we’ve provided for you!” Scaramouche scowls.
“How am I ungrateful?! Just because I was in my room for days doesn’t mean I’m ungrateful for everything all of you have done for me!” You bury your face into your hands, letting out a tired sigh.
“You know what? Maybe you should go back to your world if you’re that desperate to avoid us.” Scaramouche scowls.
“But I’m not avoiding you all!” You cried.
While you and Scaramouche were arguing, the others stayed silent and watched the entire scene unfold in front of them. You weren’t sure as to why the others weren’t speaking up or stopping the argument between you and Scaramouche. It was like they were on Scaramouche’s side and agreed with everything he was saying.
“If you really want me to go back to my world, then just say it then!” You exclaimed, tears blurring your vision.
“Fine! Leave Teyvat! Everyone here will be glad that you’re gone because taking care of you is nothing but a burden!” Scaramouche hissed. Your heart drops at Scaramouche’s harsh words. You look at the others around you; they avoid your eyes, and they say nothing.
“Do you guys really think that I’m a burden?” You whispered.
“We’re tired of you hiding something from us,” Thoma says softly, setting the plate of food down on the table with a small frown on his face.
You sputtered, “But I’m not keeping anything from you all!” Your hands began to shake, your heart racing against your chest.
Kazuha places a gentle hand on your shoulders, “[Y/N], we know when you’re lying. You know you can tell us anything, right?” Kazuha gives you a reassuring smile.
Kaeya huffs, “There’s no point in lying when it’s quite obvious that you’re keeping something from us, and it’s affecting you.” He leans against the table with his arms over his chest.
Ayato hums to himself, “Well, if [Y/N] doesn’t want to tell us what is wrong, then we shouldn’t push them any further.” He looks over at you; for some reason, his gaze makes you even tenser. It wasn’t because of the way he was staring at you; it’s because of the amount of guilt you felt because you didn’t want to tell them what was wrong. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to tell them what was happening. It was because you didn’t know what was going on yourself. They would’ve ruled it off as a possible sickness if you were to tell them what was going on.
Albedo sighs softly, “I agree with Lord Ayato. It’s best we don’t push them to tell us what’s going on. Instead, we should give them time to decide on whether they want to tell us what’s going on or not.” Venti nods his head in agreement.
“Ignore what Scaramouche said; I’m sure he didn’t mean it!” Venti tries to reassure you, giving you a weak smile.
As much as you try to feel comforted by his words, you had an inkling feeling that the others felt the same way as Scaramouche. They didn’t want you here anymore. They see you as a burden and a lot of work to deal with on a daily basis. Heck, just keeping you alive is a lot of work for them. You suddenly don’t feel like eating anymore; you’ve lost your appetite.
You let out a soft and weak exhale, “I’m sure he meant it. There’s no need to keep me around anyway. I’m sorry for being a big burden for you all.” You gave them a rueful smile before pushing past them while ignoring their protests. You walk out of the mansion and soon leave the abode. The sooner you go, the sooner they won’t have to deal with you anymore. You didn’t mean anything to them at all; they only saw you as a burden.
After you had left the abode, it was silent. No one said anything, nor did the fifteen men try to go after you. They didn’t know what else to do; Scaramouche had already destroyed what they had with you by saying something that wasn’t necessary. It was uncalled for, and they did not approve of what Scaramouche had said to you.
“You fucking asshole! Why did you say that to [Y/N]!?!” Childe scowls, grabbing Scaramouche by the shirt collar and yanking him up.
Zhongli grabs Childe by the shoulders and pulls him away from Scaramouche, “Enough, Childe.” He gives Childe a stern look. Childe clenches his jaws and releases Scaramouche from his grasp, watching the short Inazuman man fix his clothes with a huff of breath.
“What made you think you could say that to [Y/N]?” Diluc demands, glaring at Scaramouche, who scoffs and rolls his eyes in return.
“Oh, please, we were all thinking it!” He crosses his arms over his chest.
“Who’s we?! I don’t want [Y/N] to leave Teyvat and go back to their world!” Itto exclaims, crossing his arms over his chest with a deep frown on his face.
Gorou nods his head at Itto’s comment, “Right! Me neither! I love [Y/N]’s company, and I don’t want them to ever leave this world!” His ears twitch atop his head.
“Perhaps I was a little bit harsh to [Y/N],” Xiao mutters, his shoulders slumping slightly. The broken expression on your face shattered Xiao’s heart.
“Oh, come on, Xiao! You weren’t even harsh on [Y/N]!” Venti pipes up, tossing his arm over Xiao’s shoulders, making the yaksha flinch at the sudden contact. “All you said was that you didn’t believe their comment about being okay! At least you weren’t throwing harsh words at them like Scaramouche over there.” Venti whispers loudly to Xiao, making Scaramouche throw a glare in the anemo archon’s direction.
Thoma sighs sadly, “[Y/N] didn’t even eat anything today before leaving the abode.” Staring at the plate of food sadly.
“Should we go after them?” Kazuha asks, looking over at the others in confusion.
“I think it’s best that we give [Y/N] some space right now. It seems like they won’t want to see us until after they have cooled down.” Dainsleif comments, getting up from his seat.
Albedo hums, “What if they don’t return to the abode?”
“I’m sure [Y/N] will be fine. If something happens, we will be alerted immediately.” Ayato says, grabbing his boba from the table before taking a sip from the cup.
“Oh? And how would we be alerted immediately, Lord Ayato?” Kaeya asks, raising his eyebrows at the head of the Kamisato Clan.
Ayato smiles at Kaeya and takes another sip of his drink, “You’ll find out sooner or later.”
Kaeya grew more skeptical of Ayato’s comment. Kaeya closes his eyes (eye?) with a quiet sigh. Kaeya doesn’t know what Ayato is implying, but he hopes that he wouldn’t find out what Ayato is hinting soon. Zhongli looks over at Baizhu, only to see him deep in his thoughts. Baizhu pinched his eyebrows together as he was stroking his chin as if he was trying to figure something out.
“Mora for your thoughts, Baizhu?” Zhongli speaks up, grabbing Baizhu’s attention.
Baizhu sighs in defeat, “Despite [Y/N] claiming that they’re “okay,” there is something off about them.” Baizhu murmurs.
Xiao scoffs, “It’s quite obvious that they’re hiding something from us.” Xiao leans against the wall, looking uninterested and annoyed.
“We’ll just have to wait for them to return to the abode. Even if [Y/N] won’t tell us what’s wrong, we can always show our support from afar without overwhelming them.” Thoma suggests, picking up the plate of now cold food before walking back into the kitchen to store the food away.
“Uh, how are we so sure that [Y/N] is going to return to the abode? Electro hothead over here told them to leave Teyvat and to return to their world.” Itto says, pointing his thumb over at Scaramouche, who scowled at the nickname that Itto dubbed for him.
Diluc murmurs softly, “We’ll just have to hope for the best that [Y/N] will return to the abode safely.” His heart dropped into the pits of his stomach at the thought of you never returning to the abode and possibly getting injured or returning to your world. Diluc doesn’t want you to return to your world at all. He wouldn’t see that sweet smile of yours whenever you greet him, nor would he hear the sweet sound of your voice and laughter throughout the abode. Just the mere thought of you leaving Teyvat made his heart clench in his chest.
No one else says anything else afterward; tension between the fifteen men was at its highest. Well, mainly the tension between the fourteen men and Scaramouche. They were very unhappy with what Scaramouche had said to you to make you even more upset. Not only were they upset with what Scaramouche had said to you, but they were also upset with themselves for not speaking up to deescalate the situation. You looked so heartbroken when looking over at them, hoping they’d speak up and prevent the problem from worsening, but they all remained silent and just watched the scene unfold in front of them. Scaramouche was tearing you apart over something so little, yet none of the other fourteen men said anything. And now, you’re gone, and they do not know whether you are going to return or not.
Despite Kazuha and Childe wanting to go after you, Zhongli told them not to go, just to give you some space and some time to collect your thoughts. Zhongli didn’t want either of them to overwhelm you much further than you already were. All they could do was wait and hope for the best that you’d return to the abode unscathed.
“But what if [Y/N] ends up getting hurt!?” Gorou exclaims, his bottom lip trembling at the mere thought of you being out alone in Teyvat, scared and alone. Like a bit of bunny all alone in the woods with no one else around to help keep it safe.
“Yeah! What if [Y/N] ends up getting hurt because we weren’t there to protect them!?” Childe exclaims, chewing on his bottom lip as he looks at Zhongli worriedly.
Before Scaramouche could interject, Xiao glared at Scaramouche as if he was telling Scaramouche to shut up and not say anything else further. Especially with the damage that he has caused, Scaramouche sighs dramatically and crosses his arms over his chest after shooting a dirty look at Xiao and the others who were giving him the side-eye.
“Like what Zhongli has said, give [Y/N] some space for them to collect their thoughts. It’s highly unlikely they’ll be returning to their world anytime soon.” Dainsleif crosses his arms over his chest with a quiet exhale, closing his eyes.
“And how do you know that exactly?” Kaeya asks, frowning at Dainsleif.
“[Y/N] was able to come into our world spontaneously. Has [Y/N] told any of you what they were doing the day before they were sucked into our world?” Albedo asks, looking around at the others in the room. They all shook their heads in response, making Albedo hum to himself. “There must be some kind of portal that had opened that night. Because I don’t have the full knowledge as to what could have caused a rift in our universe, I cannot say how or what brought [Y/N] here.” Albedo tucks his hands in his pockets.
Kazuha tilts his head, “But you just explained it, or at least give a possible reason as to how [Y/N] has ended up in our world.” Kazuha raises his eyebrows at the alchemist.
“A rift in our universe, you say?” Baizhu murmurs, stroking his chin.
The conversation ended there afterward. Usually, at the abode, Itto and Childe would spar as a way to see who was the strongest. Both Childe and Itto couldn’t get themselves to spar with one another because they were too worried about you and your safety. Even though Zhongli and Dainsleif had told the others not to search for you and return you to the abode, they were at their breaking point. Everyone couldn’t go on with their day because you were out somewhere in Teyvat all alone and without someone to protect you.
The morning soon turned into evening. Everyone reluctantly had lunch and dinner without you. The empty chair where you usually sat was left unoccupied. Thoma made the mistake of setting utensils down where you sat until it dawned on him that you were still gone just moments later. They all ate in silence, and the only sounds that filled the silence were the sounds of utensils knocking against the plates and bowls as they all ate their food.
You made a huge mistake of leaving the abode. It had completely slipped your mind that the weather in the abode is entirely different from the weather out in Teyvat. While it’s mainly sunny in the abode, Teyvat’s weather is unpredictable. The minute you stepped out of the abode, it was sunny! Or so you thought. As you continued to trek up the mountains in Liyue, the weather gradually got worse and worse. Your head was still hurting, and it was tough for you to walk further up the hill without feeling dizzy and lightheaded. Storm starts to roll in the minute you make it to the Geo statue of the seven located outside of Liyue Harbor. Once you stop to take a break, rain immediately starts pouring down around you, soaking you to the bone.
“Just when I thought my day couldn’t get any worse.” You sighed, shoulders slumping as you looked around you to find a place to take shelter until the rain stopped.
Spotting a nearby cave, you immediately walk over to it while watching your steps. The grass around you was slippery; you almost slipped and slid down the hill. As rain continues to pour down around you and thunder booms from a distance, you finally reach the cave and stumble into it. You sat up against the wall and shivered as a massive gust of wind slapped you in the face.
“Looks like I’ll have to stay here for a while until the weather clears up.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, hoping to be able to warm yourself up. Alas, you have failed to do so. It was raining so hard that it was hard to look into the distance to see if there were anyone out there to help you get back to the harbor. Your headache continues as you lean your head up against the wall. You closed your eyes and soon drifted off to an uncomfortable nap.
You were woken up by someone shaking you and calling your name. You scrunched your face and groaned in response, hoping the person would stop shaking you once they heard that you were awake. But you were wrong because the person continued to shake you while lightly patting your cheeks to keep you awake. You cracked your eyes open and saw Aether and Paimon hovering above you; they looked almost terrified. Especially Paimon.
“Aether?” You croaked, wincing at the feeling of your dry and scratchy throat. Oh fuck. Did your “sickness” get worse? Were you even sick? Even if you weren’t ill before taking an uncomfortable nap, you sure are now.
“[Y/N]! Why are you out here by yourself?! You’re soaked!” Paimon exclaims; she looks stressed out.
“Where are the others?! Aren’t they usually with you?” Aether hollers over the sound of rain and thunder. You frowned at the mention of the fifteen men that you haven’t seen in who knows how long. You peeked behind Aether, only to see that the once gray skies were now pitch black. Damn. How long were you asleep? What day is it?
“They didn’t want me there anymore, so I left.” You coughed, wincing in pain when your throat tightened whenever you swallowed your saliva.
“You left?!”
“They didn’t want you there anymore!?”
Aether and Paimon glanced over at one another in disbelief; you nodded your head glumly with a slight pout on your face. Tears began to flood your eyes as you struggled to get up from the ground. Your knees immediately buckle beneath you; Aether quickly catches you in his arms and looks over at Paimon worriedly.
“You don’t look too well, [Y/N].” Paimon sighs sadly, pressing her tiny hand on your forehead. You winced at the feeling of her hand pressing against your forehead.
“I haven’t been feeling well lately, but I couldn’t decide on whether I was sick or if it was something else.” You whispered. Your eyelids were beginning to feel heavy, threatening to close.
“Well, we need to get you back to the abode! You won’t be able to make it back to Liyue Harbor yourself.” Aether suggests. You shake your head stubbornly.
“Did you not hear what I just said? They didn’t want me to be there anymore. You might as well drop me off at Wangshu Inn instead.” You sniffled, tears spilling down your flushed cheeks.
“I’m sorry, [Y/N], but I can’t do that. Your safety means a lot to me and the others; I can’t have you stay at Wangshu Inn all alone while you’re running a fever.” Aether says, lifting you up bridal style.
Too exhausted to protest, you let Aether carry you off into the rain. You closed your eyes and leaned against his chest; your eyelids continued to feel heavier and heavier with each passing moment. Right before you could fall asleep in Aether’s arms, Aether nudges you lightly before placing you down on the ground. You looked at the little floating teapot and back at Aether and Paimon. They gave you a sympathetic smile.
“Please take care of yourself, [Y/N].” Paimon pleads, giving you the puppy dog eyes.
“Please keep in mind that they do care about you. Whoever said that they didn’t want you here is lying. They can’t stop thinking or talking about you whenever I run into either of them. You’re always the topic of conversations we have.” Aether says, giving you a light pat on your back.
You stared at the ground with a pout on your face. You sighed dramatically and nodded your head. “Alright, I’ll stay in the abode for now.” Paimon and Aether give you a look, one eyebrow cocked up. “And I will take care of myself.” You added; they nodded their heads in approval as they watched you go into the teapot before walking back to Liyue Harbor.
It was silent at the abode, not only because it was at night, but it was because the others were asleep. Or, at least that’s what you’re assuming. You opened the door to the mansion as quietly as you could, walking further into the mansion before taking your shoes off at the entrance of the estate. It was pitch black when you closed the door. You sighed to yourself as you started to creep up the stairs, mentally praying to yourself that the stairs wouldn’t make any noises as you were going up the stairs.
Once you have gotten up the stairs, you notice that every door has been opened. Your eyes widened in fear as you wished that everyone was asleep. Usually, they would sleep with their bedroom doors closed. Now, you weren’t so sure why they were sleeping with their doors opened. Were they trying to make sure that you got back to the abode? If so, you pray that they don’t wake up to see you in such conditions. You look like you got into a scuffle with abyss mages. You walk to your bedroom quickly and quietly before closing the door behind you.
You took a quick shower and changed into clean and dry clothes before collapsing onto your bed. You pulled the blanket over your body and closed your eyes, feeling yourself drift off to sleep. When morning came, everyone was downstairs eating breakfast. They seem a little livelier after seeing that your bedroom door was closed, letting them know that you were back in the abode, fast asleep.
“Is [Y/N] sleeping?” Thoma asks, setting down a plate of omelets in front of Venti. Diluc and Xiao nod their heads.
“I’m glad that [Y/N] is back. I couldn’t sleep last night at the thought of [Y/N] being out of the abode while it’s dark out.” Itto says, scarfing down his breakfast, ignoring the disgusted groans from Xiao and Scaramouche.
“Oh, please. You were knocked out.” Ayato snickers, ignoring the glare the oni shot his way as he continues to eat his breakfast.
“Should we wake them up with breakfast in bed? I’m not sure what time they returned to the abode, but I’m sure they’ll appreciate it if we brought breakfast up to their room.” Gorou says, bouncing in his seat with anticipation.
“I don’t know.” Diluc hesitates, pressing his lips together as he leans back in his seat.
“Shouldn’t we let [Y/N] sleep in a little longer? As Gorou said, we’re not sure what time [Y/N] returned to the abode. After all, we were all asleep then.” Kazuha comments, raising his eyebrows.
“While I agree with what you and Gorou are suggesting, I think we should bring them some breakfast to eat and check up on their health,” Zhongli says, lightly dabbing his lips with the cloth napkin.
“Oh, please. This is an excuse for you to see [Y/N] because you miss them.” Childe teases, poking Zhongli lightly on his cheeks with a teasing grin. Zhongli huffs in response, ignoring the look Childe was shooting in his direction. Childe’s grin widens at the sight of Zhongli blushing.
“You miss them too, Childe. You whine about wanting to see them more than Zhongli does.” Kaeya snorts, making Childe pout in response while muttering under his breath.
“Alright, it looks like we’re all bringing breakfast to [Y/N].” Venti giggles, getting up from his seat eagerly.
Just when Thoma thought the kitchen in the abode was huge, it suddenly felt cramped the minute fourteen other people crowded in the kitchen to decide on what to make for breakfast. They were arguing with one another over what you would like to wake up to and what you would want to eat in the morning. After discussing for who knows how long, they have all come to an agreement to make you an Adventurer’s Breakfast Sandwich with Dango milk on the side.
One by one, they all went up the stairs while Xiao was holding the breakfast sandwich and Scaramouche was holding the Dango milk.
Dainsleif knocks on your bedroom door lightly before cracking the bedroom door open. Dainsleif and Xiao peek their heads into your bedroom door before opening the door further. They all started to pile into your bedroom as you were still fast asleep on your bed.
“Who’s going to wake them up?” Xiao asks, looking around the room.
Dainsleif approached your bed and sat down beside your unconscious figure. He begins to shake you, “[Y/N] gently. Wake up; it’s time to eat breakfast.” Dainsleif murmurs. You didn’t respond; instead, you continued to sleep. Dainsleif furrows his eyebrows and shakes you once more to wake you up. Again, you didn’t move or open your eyes to see what was going on. You continued to sleep.
“[Y/N]?” Zhongli asks, stepping forward and crawls onto your bed. He takes your blanket off and pulls you into his arms, hoping the sudden movements would wake you up. Only, it didn’t wake you up at all. You remained unconscious in his arms.
“[Y/N]’s burning up.” Zhongli mutters, pressing his bare hand against your forehead.
Baizhu was immediately at your side, pressing his hand against your forehead. You were indeed burning up. They hear a small, weak whimper emitting from you. Your eyebrows were furrowing; you were starting to shake in Zhongli’s arms.
“What’s going on!?” Diluc demands, looking over at Baizhu.
“Perhaps they were sick after all and didn’t want to admit it. Their sickness must have gotten worse overnight.” Baizhu replies.
You let out a weak cough, letting in a shaky breath. You were still unconscious in Zhongli’s arms, beads of sweat forming at your hairline, letting out another small whimper. The color of your skin looked dull and almost gray. It was worrying.
“Tch. I knew it.” Scaramouche rolls his eyes, ignoring the glares that Xiao and Itto shot in his direction.
“I’ll go get some medications,” Baizhu says. Before Baizhu could leave, Childe quickly grabbed him by the arms.
“If it’s just a sickness, then why aren’t they waking up?” Childe demands, crossing his arms over his chest, his jaws clenching.
“Yeah! If it’s just a sickness, then why are they not responding?” Itto interjects, approaching Baizhu and Childe.
“Uh, guys?” Gorou exclaims suddenly. Childe, Baizhu, and Itto look over at Gorou, only to see Gorou point at something, his face paled with fear. Slowly, one by one, they look in the direction where Gorou was pointing. Your nose was bleeding, blood was pouring from the corners of your lips, and blood was coming out from your eyes and your ears.
“That does not look like an illness to me,” Ayato mutters, his eyes wide with fear and concern.
Your body jolts with every weak cough you let out, your face pinching up with agony.
“Get the healers, immediately.” Diluc demands.
“What’s there to heal when we don’t know what’s going on!?” Kaeya exclaims.
While Diluc and Kaeya are arguing, Xiao looks over at Scaramouche. Scaramouche looked down at your almost lifeless body in fear. Xiao shakes his head, balling his hands up into fists. If Scaramouche hadn’t said those things to you yesterday, you wouldn’t have been in this situation. If Scaramouche didn’t tell you that he wanted you to leave Teyvat and return to your world, you wouldn’t be suffering.
“You said you wanted [Y/N] gone, right? Well, now you have it. [Y/N] is dying.” Xiao whispers to Scaramouche, glaring at the Harbinger.
Scaramouche looks over at Xiao, his teeth grinding together as he holds onto the bottle of Dango milk so tightly that it bursts in his hands. Everyone around them went silent. The only sound that occupied the silence was the sound of your weak cough and faint whimpers. They didn’t know what was happening, but they surely did not want you to return to your world or die. What was going on with you? Was this the secret that you were keeping away from them?
Note: Sorry for the short-ish story. I think it’s great to end it here since it is getting late where I live and I have stuff to do tomorrow! I hope I can post a much much longer story soon because I don’t like typing out something short. I am still babysitting my cousins this coming week, unfortunately, so there will be a short story coming out that week. I just hope that I’ll have more time to type them out and get them posted hopefully not as late as this one! Anyway, I ONLY post on my Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and my AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Nowhere else except Tumblr and AO3!
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[4:50pm]
my comfort
― college au! bf!jay x gn!student!reader
you don't know when you're falling, but sometimes you don't have to because he's always there to put you back on your feet.
genre: self-indulgent fluff
wc: ~600
warnings: none, jay is too sweet tho ₍ᐡඉ ̫ඉᐡ₎
dedicated to @ethereal-engene thanks for beta-reading for me <3 and also to @ddeonuism for the inspo/prompt hehe <3
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"so your midterm is going to be this friday, and it should cover up to this material—" your eyes start to droop as your ears tune out what your professor says. you've been reviewing this class for a while, so it's not like you had much left to study besides the new concepts. however, your other classes were a different story. hence, why you're on the verge of falling asleep in class at the moment.
if it wasn't for the light vibration of your phone on your desk, you probably would have fallen asleep alone in the lecture hall. picking it up, you already have a good guess of who was texting you.
you smile seeing the notification of a text message from your boyfriend. opening it up with a few taps, you're met with the usual loving message, characteristic of the one and only park jongseong.
tumblr don't you dare f- up jay's text message
jongseongie 💕
hi babe i'm waiting for you outside with your favorite sandwich <3
giggling at his text, you hurriedly type back your response to him.
you
i'll be right there <3
with just the thought of your boyfriend waiting for you driving your will, you pack up the rest of your things and leave as your professor dismisses the class. double checking that you didn't leave your apartment keys anywhere or anything else, you take your leave and open the door to find your boyfriend, looking like the perfect picture of comfort.
he perks up at just the sight of you, smiling and brushing his highlighted hair back out of his eyes. it makes you internally swoon, but you would never hear the end of it if you told him so you keep this information to yourself. it seems like he had decided to opt for glasses instead of contacts, the thick frames sitting neatly on top of his nose and accentuating the lines of his face.
jay holds up a paper bag with the aforementioned sandwich in it and wiggles it and his eyebrows at you. you shake your head with a playful roll of your eyes as you approach him. immediately, he engulfs you in all his warmth as if you hadn't seen him in the morning when you woke up in his bed. you don't mind at all, in fact, the gesture is more than welcome as you take in the body heat he transfers over to you with love.
"how was your day?" he softly speaks next to your ear, his breath and his hair tickling it.
you hum in response, "long."
he hums back, and the two of you stay like that for a few more moments as more students enter the lecture hall you had just left. finally, your boyfriend pulls you away by the shoulders at the length of his forearms and gives you a wide close-lipped smile upon seeing his hoodie loosely engulfing your frame.
jay puts your hood over your head, pulls the strings just enough, and ties them together. with a chuckle, he laughs at how egg-like you became and at your small pout. "i don't want my baby to freeze up. it's cold today, so let's get you home."
he moves his arms away from your shoulders, passes you your sandwich, and takes your hand in his, as you relish in his care for you. you didn't know what life would be like without someone as caring as jay, or how he came to be with you, but you didn't care to know. he was yours, and you were grateful he was there for you at your lowest times.
a/n: my own park jongseong where :( he was written by a woman but not for me (listless sigh) anyways sorry for the long wait </3 it's been like half a year since i posted smth yikes! college does that to you. hope you're all doing well, enjoy this comfort bf!jay <3 i know i am
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Better Kisser Part 2 || James Potter and Lily Evans
Request: “istg i need a fic or a blurb or something about being in a poly relationship with lily and james...after reading Better Kisser it’s all i can think about 😭” -anon
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“hiii !! first of all, i love your writings they’re so amazing honestly !! could you maybe write something with hot lily from “better kisser” ? i’d love it if it was both sensual and fluff :) thanks so much if you ever do something like that! hope you have a nice day/night!“ -anon
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“QUINN HEAR ME OUT
imagine a part two to better kisser but like smutty bc Lily starts bragging about how she thinks she’s better at other things since she’s the better kisser so they make it a competition over who can like... get the reader off fastest... and then it’s like a competition to see who can get her off the most...
good ideas here right...? N E ways love u bestie <3″ -anon
Word Count: 4,752
Notes:I got three separate requests for this so obviously y’all wanted it and I want to write it. This is smut! I could also do headcanons on Jily x reader and even if you guys don’t request it I’ll probably still write them because it sounds like fun.
Warnings: poly sex, jily x reader, dom!James, dom!Lily, sub!reader, LIly’s a sex god, prove me wrong, they’re both cocky as fuck
Part 1
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Lily Evans was the stars, she was mesmerizing and mysterious. Just as they decorated the night sky, accentuating the darkness through their beauty she too brought out the best in those around her without dulling any of her own shine. She was sly smiles and gentle touches, slender pale fingers and long, swishing red hair. She was wondrous and beautiful, complex and absolutely gorgeous. Lily Evans, she was the stars.
James Potter was the sun, he was bright and glowing and impossible to ignore. James was messy black hair, and goofy grins, strong hands and bear hugs. He attracted all of those around him, sucking them into his gravitational field, giving them purpose, warming their souls. A centering person when the rest of their lives were crazy and unpredictable and scary. James Potter, he was the sun.
Where Lily was understated and controlled with her witty remarks and sharp quips James was loud and boisterous, trying to get the biggest reaction out of people. Where Lily was calm James was chaotic. Where she was focused on her end goal he was everywhere, practically bouncing off the walls.
Together they were perfect.
And somehow they were yours.
One thing was for certain, Sirius Black was an upright prick, and you owed him, bigtime. If it weren’t for Sirius Black you would’ve never kissed Lily Evans on a dare. You would’ve never kissed James to satisfy his curiosities. You wouldn’t have spent weeks exchanging tense glances with the two, holding your breath whenever one of them so much as sat down one seat away from you in the Great Hall. Lily would’ve never found you, hiding away in the common room in the wee hours of the morning, pouring over your Transfiguration notes preparing for your test the following morning, or rather later in the day. She never would’ve brushed the hair out of your face with her elegant fingers, nails painted in a berry shade, complimenting her pale skin. She never would’ve told you that you really needed to go to bed, she never would’ve leaned down, meshing her lips with yours, allowing you to answer that question that had plagued you after you kissed Lily.
What did her lips taste like when she wasn’t drunk?
The answer?
Well at that moment, morning breath. Which brought a new question to the forefront of your mind, what did she taste like when she hadn’t just woken up in the middle of the night?
It didn’t take long for you to find out the answer. She’d brought you up to bed, her hand clasped with yours, telling you that she and James wanted to talk to you in the morning resulting in you tossing and turning all night in anticipation of the conversation that would take place the next day.
If it weren’t for Sirius Black you never would’ve had that conversation with James and Lily by the Black Lake. You never would’ve even had the opportunity to accept their offer not to join their relationship but to start a new one, with all three of you. You never would have never learned what Lily tasted like, it was maple syrup and cherries by the way.
If it weren’t for Sirius Black you wouldn’t be sitting in your dorm room with the two of them, skimming over notes for your potions midterm. Well you and Lily were looking over your extensive notes, James on the other hand was sitting behind you, pressing kisses to the side of your neck.
You hissed as he dragged his teeth over a bruised spot on your neck, sending ripples of both pain and pleasure through your body, leaving your fingertips tingling, dying to get themselves on his skin.
“Aw, baby,” He cooed in your ear as he registered your reaction, it’s not as though he could’ve missed it, not with your back pressed flush against his chest, “You a little sensitive there?”
“Come on Jamie,” You giggle trying to hide your neck from him, pressing your ear to your shoulder, “You already know I am.���
James slipped his rough, strong fingers under your jaw, using them to lift your head back up, away from your shoulder, “Don’t hide from me darling, wanna see the marks I left on you.” He returned his lips to the same spot on your neck, lapping slightly at the purple mark with his tongue.
Lily snorted from where she laid on her stomach a couple inches away from you on the same bed that had been transfigured to accommodate all three of you.
“What’s so funny Lils?” James inquired, peeking up from the delicate skin covering your thrumming pulse.
“Nothing,” She sang, twirling her pen in between her fingers, her feet hanging lazily in the air, “I just think it's funny you think you left that mark on her.”
“Well I did,” James said plainly, obviously not amused by Lily’s comment, “Didn’t I poppet?” He asked, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear.
You ducked your head, trying to hide your wide eyes and heated cheeks from the two of them.
“It’s okay (Y/N),” Lily cooed, setting her quill down in her book, marking her page as she closed the book, dropping it onto the floor, “You can tell him it was me who left that, his ego can take it.” She held eye contact with you for a minute, managing to keep a straight face before a smile broke out across her lips, chuckles erupting from the soft cushions of her lips, lathered in a light pink gloss, “Okay, it probably can’t but that shouldn’t stop you baby, Jamie needs to remember that he’s not the only one who can make you feel good.”
“I know I’m not Flower, but I left this one, I can tell, it's one of the darker ones.” And he was right, the entire left side of your neck was littered in bruises and bites, some lighter than others, some darker, but none as dark as the one he was currently tracing with his index finger.
“Nope,” Lily countered, popping her p before pushing herself up off of her shins in order to settle between your open legs, “I distinctly remember, I had her pressed up against the wall before you got back from Quidditch practice, she moaned so pretty for me, prettier than she ever has for you.” She grinned victoriously, turning her gaze back to you, and only you, “It’s like he cares more about that fucking snitch than he does us.”
“That’s bullshit love and you know it,” He murmured in your ear pressing a kiss against the corner of your mouth before dragging his lips, considerably less rough than they were before you started dating him as you’d made it your mission to apply lip balm to his lips every time you saw him, across the side of your face back to your ear, “She’s just trying to turn you against me, she’s so mean isn’t she.”
They loved doing this. Making you choose between the two of them, or trying to anyway. The power struggle between the two of them was hot as fuck.
Before you could so much as open your mouth Lily was responding for you, “I’m not mean doll,” She crooned, not looking at you but rather focusing on the dark haired boy whose nimble fingers were expertly pulling at the hem of your shirt, slowly but steadily rolling up the material until it covered just was much as your bra, “Jamie just needs to remember who the better kisser here is, who makes you feel the best.”
Ignoring her jab James murmured a quick, “Want this off,” In your ear before pulling the shirt over your head and arms, tossing it off the bed and onto the floor paying it no mind as soon as the material slipped from his fingers.
Desperate to prove his worth, to prove his dominance James’ hands ran up and down your thighs, inching your skirt up them, “You’re not the better kisser here Flower, you’re not the best anything. Our baby here loves me the most.”
“She told us James,” Lily sighed, clearly exasperated with your boyfriend, “After she kissed you for the first time she told us. I’m the better kisser, just accept it. She likes me the most don’t you (Y/N/N)?”
“Jamie you make me feel so good,” You began, hoping to soften the blow, “But Lily’s tongue is magic, feels so good in my mouth, in my-my…”
“It’s okay pretty girl,” She simpered, “You can say it, where does my mouth feel good?”
“My pussy,” You forced out, willing yourself not to stutter.
“That’s right my pretty little kitten,” She grinned, tilting your chin up with her index finger so that you were staring into her swirling emerald irises, darkened with obvious desire. “I make your pussy feel so good, better than Jamie.”
“Off.” James demanded, not taking kindly to Lily’s teasing, as he aggressively undid the clasp on your bra, the snide remarks obviously doing no damage to his ego as he pulled the straps from your arms. Taking no care with the expensive, luxurious garment that he himself had bought for you he flung the clothing over his shoulder. Clearly not caring about the money he’d spent on it as the silky material crumpled next to the bed.
“Not just my tongue that makes you feel better isn’t that right my darling?” Lily smirked, beginning to undo the buttons on her button up, “S’my fingers too, stretching you out on my fingers, they can reach so much further in you than his can.”
“Pfft,” James shook his head, one hand settling on your waist, gripping with a frankly frightening strength, no doubt melding dark purple bruises in the shapes of his fingertips on your soft skin.
“Gimme your hand Flower, let me show our baby that you’re wrong” James demanded as the hand not on your waist extended towards the redhead. When she dropped her hand in his he immediately lined them up, palm against palm, fingers against fingers, and much to James’ chagrin his hands were only barely larger than hers. His palm was much larger than hers leaving his fingers slightly shorter than his girlfriend’s.
Feeling benevolent, you grabbed his hand before it dropped down to his thigh in defeat, pressing your hands together as he had pressed his to Lily’s. Yours were considerably smaller than his, and therefore her’s too, your palm nearly half the size as his, your fingers dwarfed by his.
“See Jamie, your hands are bigger than mine.” You comforted, mesmerized by the contrast, “Your fingers make me feel so much better than mine ever could. They don’t even come close.”
“But that’s besides the point right poppet?” Lily questioned, grasping your jaw in her graceful hand, you noticed her ivory dress shirt now hung open, revealing her red lace clad breasts as she once again tilting your head up to look her in the eyes, “Because you’re not allowed to touch yourself, not without my permission.”
“Or mine,” James piped up.
Rolling her eyes at her boyfriend Lily released her grip on your jaw, “Keep your eyes on me darling, be my good girl.”
“You even like my strap more than you like James’ cock, stretches you out so much better than he ever could. Not to mention we don’t have to wait for his little blue pill to work do we?”
Being a muggle born you understood her joke but James was utterly bewildered by your shared laughter.
“You’re not laughing at me are you, you little slut?” James spat, his voice hard and unwavering as he turned your face with a single finger so that your neck was craned to look at him.
“N-no,” You shook your head pathetically, your eyes flashing downwards not being able to meet him.
“Open,” He commanded, tapping your bottom lip and you instantly obeyed, not daring to disobey him. You were rewarded for your obedience by the male spitting into your mouth, the taste of his saliva bleeding along the expanse of your tongue.
“What do we say to Jamsie, pretty girl?” Lily raised an expectant eyebrow.
“Thank you.”
“Good girl,” James muttered, watching as you swallowed the gift he’d given you, “Thought you’d forgotten your manners for a second.”
“Not our good girl,” Lily grinned, somehow now only in her thong, “No, she’s such a good girl for us.”
“Guess she is,” James agreed, leaving a trail of kisses between your shoulder blades.
“Bet I can make our baby cum first James,” Lily boasted, beginning to work on the zipper of your skirt, expertly pulling it off of your legs, “Being the better kisser and all.”
“Don’t get cocky Evans,” James tutted, pulling his shirt over his head as he had yours, “You know I love your strap baby but it just can’t compare to my cock. Mine’s real.”
Clearly unimpressed by his comment Lily pressed her lips to yours, maneuvering you so that you too were on your knees, giving James time to strip down to the same level of clothing as the two of you.
Smiling into the kiss she put but a millimeter of distance between the two of you to catch her breath, “You taste so good kitten.”
“You’re the one who tastes good Lily.”
“So nice to me, don’t deserve you,” She planted a kiss to the hollow of your throat, “Let me make you feel good baby.”
Not complaining, you let Lily lie you back on the bed where James was no longer standing, instead now standing behind Lily, letting his hands settle on her hips.
Once you were lying down she hooked her hands under your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed as James helped her off the mattress, helping her plant her feet on the floor. It was things like this, the subtle loving gestures and actions even when they were practically at each other’s throats, that reminded you of how much they loved each other. Of how much they loved you.
“Look at these,” Lily lilted, her finger hooking under the silky material of your panties, “So pretty aren’t they J?”
“Very,” He whispered in her ear only loud enough for you to barely hear him, “Like her in red.”
Lily hummed in affirmation, tapping your hip as a non verbal clue to lift your hips so she could pull them off of you.
She didn’t waste a single second before kneeling down before you so that her face was level as your glistening pussy, already so wet from them just talking about pleasuring you.
After running a single finger through your folds Lily brought her finger to her lips, a hum leaving her lips. “You taste good down here too (Y/N), you have such a pretty pussy.”
“Thank you,” You murmured, attempting not to whine and be their good girl even though you desperately wanted them to touch you.
Without any warning Lily inserted two slender fingers into your cunt causing you to gasp at the sensation. “Lily,” You whimpered, trying not to buck your hips towards her hand, not wanting to let on quite yet how desperate you really were.
“See J?” You could hear the smirk on her lips as she slowly moved her fingers in and out of you, paying you no other mind, instead directing her attention to her boyfriend who still stood behind her, his hands now on her bare shoulders. “She’s really not all that hard to please when you actually know what you’re doing. Had my fingers in her two seconds and she’s already so needy for me.”
“Shut up Lils,” James growled, “Stop talking like I don’t know how to get her off, she’s my baby too, I know exactly how to get her desperate.” In his efforts to prove his point he moved onto the bed, taking one of your nipples into his mouth resulting in a whine to tumble from your lips as he raked his teeth over the sensitive bud.
As his mouth sucked on one his hand moved to the other nipple, rolling it between his fingers before pinching harshly making you gasp in pleasure.
Lily allowed James to have his moment before taking your clit between her lips and sucking. If you gasped for James you absolutely screamed for Lily, thank Merlin for silencing charms because otherwise someone would’ve probably thought you were being tortured. Once she had your sensitive bundle of nerves in her mouth she began humming, making wave after wave of intense ecstasy roll through your core and up your spine, leaving your nerve endings frayed and responsive to every single touch.
You could feel everything, the soft material of the duvet beneath your back, James’ tongue circling your nipple, one hand caressing your heated cheek while the other traced shapes down your stomach. You could feel Lily’s fingers continuing their assault on your cunt, reaching so deep inside of you that they almost touched your g-spot, but not quite, as your clit was set aflame by her mouth.
“You’re not even trying,” Lily snarked, coming up for a breather from in between your legs, “You really think you’re gonna get her to cum from playing with her nipples? I never realized you were that daft Jamsie.”
“If you’d give me a turn,” He began before Lily cut him off.
“Doesn’t look like she wants me to stop does it?” She nodded in your direction where you were writhing on the bed merely from her fingers. “Do you want me to stop, baby?”
“No,” You begged, “Please don’t stop, please! Need your fingers in me, make me feel so good.”
Grinning triumphantly Lily returned her mouth to your pulsing cunt, sucking with a new found vigor that had your back careening off of the mattress, hips bucking towards her mouth.
“Hey,” James scolded, moving his arm to keep your hips firmly on the bed, “Don’t be a desperate slut, take it as she gives you it okay? Be good for us.”
Nodding feebly you willed your hips still but it was nearly impossible as Lily replaced her fingers with her tongue, moving her digits to pinch your clit. Feeling the pleasure bubble up in your stomach you focused on your girlfriend’s ministrations, lapping at your hole with her tongue sent you into a whole new level of pleasure.
“Feels so good! Lily, that feels so good, please don’t stop!”
You could feel her smiling into your opening as she sped up her movements, bringing you closer and closer to the precipice of climax. “Am I allowed to cum?” You asked desperately, the only thing keeping your hips where they were being James’ strong forearm, digging into your hip bones.
“No,” He growled, slapping at your tit bringing you even closer to something you were apparently not allowed to do.
“Come on James,” Lily said replacing her tongue with her fingers as she moved her head to talk to the dark haired boy, “You can’t just tell her she’s not allowed to cum because it’s not you who’s going to make her cum,” Turning her attention back to you she smiled, “Of course you’re allowed to cum baby, don’t listen to him. Are you close, m’love?”
“Uh huh,” You screwed your eyes shut, the pleasure becoming overwhelming and only intensifying when Lily’s mouth returned to your clit, licking broad stripes up and down it.
“Baby look at me,” James’ deep voice commanded you, to which you promptly obeyed, “Wanna see you when you fall apart on her tongue, wanna see you cum baby, you’re so pretty when you cum.”
James’ words accompanied by a particularly harsh nip by Lily to your clit has you tipping over the edge, letting out a high pitched scream as pleasure took over your body, drowning you in the feeling of your lovers still working on your body, obviously not satisfied with leaving you with just one orgasm.
As you came to, your orgasm slowly seeped away from your cloudy mind, reentering you into your dorm room where you heard Lily’s melodic voice, “See James, told you I could make her cum first.”
“Didn’t even get a chance,” He grumbled from his place next you, brushing the hairs off of your forehead. “Wanna make you cum poppet, tell Lily to give me a turn.”
“L-lils,” You managed in your post orgasmic haze, “Want Jamsie, want his- want his…”
“Look at how good of a job I did on our baby,” The redhead boasted, “Just one in and already a blubbery little mess. How do you think she’s gonna be fairing when I have her on her fourth?”
“Only shooting for four Lils?” James raised a defined eyebrow, “I was thinking I could get at least five out of her myself.”
Your eyes widened, slightly in alarm, slightly in anticipation. “F-five?”
“Shh kitten, let us talk,” Lily chaisted lightly. “You really do think highly of yourself don’t you Potter?”
“I’ve done it before,” He countered.
“No, we’ve done it before, both of us. Neither of us have ever gotten her to five by ourselves.”
“Don’t think you can do it Flower?” As he rose from the bed and moved towards Lily you caught sight of his cock, already painfully hard, the tip a bright red and leaking with precum.
“S’not me I’m worried about, don’t wanna overwhelm our baby.”
“I can do it,” You piped in feebly, “I can take it, make me feel good please, wanna feel good.”
“See Lily? If she says she can take it, who are we to question her?”
“You sure poppet?” Lily asked you, her eyes on yours.
“Yes Lily, I’m sure.”
That was all James needed to nudge Lily out from between your legs, spitting on his fingers before rubbing them up against your pussy. “You need me to stretch you out darling?” His voice laced with absolute adoration as he took in your perspiring figure from this new angle.
You shook your head but James wasn’t satisfied, “Wanna hear your voice poppet, come on not too fucked out yet are you?”
“No, don’t need you to stretch me out, want your cock.”
He grinned, lining up the tip of his cock with your quivering entrance, “There’s my good girl.”
As he pushed into you you faintly questioned why you didn’t have him stretch you out beforehand, but once he was fully sheathed inside you all you could think about was the way his dick pressed perfectly against your g-spot.
You moaned out as he began thrusting into you, ruthless in his efforts to make you cum. He moved his hands to hold your hips at an angle where he could better reach deeper inside of you if that was even possible.
“So pretty baby girl,” His grin was wicked as he watched your cunt, reveling in the sight of his cock going in and out of your dripping pussy, “You look so pretty on my cock, you gonna make a mess f’me?”
“She’s not gonna cum yet you himbo,” Lily interjected, “You’ve been inside her what? Five seconds? You need her to cum soon? You close?”
Using Lily’s mocking as motivation he pistoned his hips in and out even more viciously, leaving you a bouncing mess on his cock as he pulled his prick almost all the way out, so that only the leaking red head was still inside of you before fully sheathing himself in you once more.
“Fuck!” You cried out as the tip of his member brushed against your cervix, “Don’t stop!”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” James managed through gritted teeth, throwing your legs over his shoulders so that he wouldn’t have to hold them in his hands any longer, giving him the ability to grip your hips.
So lost in your pleasure you hadn’t registered where Lily was until she sat next to you on the bed, moving her fingers to massage your clit pulling a strangled gasp from your throat.
“L-Lily,” You stuttered out.
“Hey there baby,” She cooed, like she was talking to an actual child, “Jamie making you feel good.”
You nodded, keeping your eyes locked on hers.
“You close, kitten? You gonna cum soon?”
A whimper escaped your lips this time as you nodded once more.
“Let me see if I can help with that then, wanna see you cum again pretty girl.”
You closed your eyes, letting your head fall back against the mattress with a soft thud as Lily’s fingers started working magic on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your second orgasm.
A slap against your clit, combined with the deep, hard thrusts of your boyfriend, reaching depths within you you could’ve only imagined before him sent you careening. Your climax washed over you in waves, each stronger than the last making you twitch and spasm on the bed.
You hadn’t even registered that you’d squirted, not until Lily’s delicate hands were rubbing your release up and down your thighs, “Well would you look at that?” James grinned, “I didn’t see you make her squirt Lils.”
“Oh, you don’t get points for this one pretty boy,” Lily grinned, not making eye contact with him but rather focusing on your pulsing cunt.
“What?” James was incredulous, “What do you mean I don’t get credit for that one, she came on my cock.”
“Yes, technically, but she only came when I started on that pretty little clit of hers, so responsive isn’t it, doll?” She asked, punctuating her remark with a gentle slap against your still throbbing cunt and a quick wink that James was too bewildered to pick up on.
Over the next couple of hours they were able to lull a number of orgasms out of you, James making Lily sit in a chair next to the bed so that she couldn’t touch you at all and take credit for any of his hard work.
You’d cum on her tongue and his, both of their fingers, once at the same time, they split the credit for that one but it was worth it, getting to watch your cunt stretch around both of them. You came on James’ cock more times than you could count, and of course on Lily’s strap on because Godric, did she know how to move her hips.
By the end you’d cum a grand total of nine times. You weren’t quite sure how’d you’d done it but you had. And they were both so proud of you.
The final score was Lily, five. James, four. You’d better believe that James was butt hurt about it, not quite willing to accept his obvious defeat, instead of acknowledging it and conceding to his very talented girlfriend, working on getting you cleaned up.
Once James had left the dorm to run you a bath Lily scooped you into her lap, running her hands up and down your thighs but being careful not to touch your sensitive cunt.
“You did such a good job for us baby,” She cooed, pressing kiss after kiss to the back of your head, “Came nine times, can you believe that?”
“Is Jamie going to be mad that you made me cum more?” You asked in your degenerative head space not wanting to upset your boyfriend.
“Of course not,” Lily squeezed your hips, soothing your woes. “Especially not at you, he might mope around a little bit because he is a man,” She pulled a light giggle out of your lips with that one, “But he’ll get over it, it's just gonna push him to work harder next time when he’s making you feel good.”
“Flower,” James called from the bathroom, “Bath’s ready.”
“Come on baby,” Lily said, easing you up onto your feet, “Let’s get you in the bath and all cleaned up for us alright?”
“Okay,” You yawned, understandably exhausted by the events of the night, “Will you take the bath with me?”
“Of course my pretty girl, not gonna let Jamie join us though, s’my reward for being the best.”
You chuckled, nodding your head in agreement, “Sounds good Lils.”
As she settled you into the bathtub Lily ordered James out before he could step into it with you.
“But-”
“Out!”
“Fine! Fine, I’m going!”
Lily was the stars and James was the sun, and fuck did they know how to make you feel good.
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Harley Quinn
Summery: The batfamily hears three stories about batmom and Harley. How they met, how they started dating, and how they ended.
Warning: fluff, angst.
A/N: This bish is 4847 words. I did not mean to write that much.
Man, the amount of love I got from Stories...I'm so happy people enjoyed it. So, I hope you enjoy this one just as much.
Feedback is welcome! And feel free to let me know who or what kind of story of Batmom you want to see next.
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There were only two weeks left of summer, and she wanted to move onto campus as soon as possible. But her friend, Selina, had made it a little difficult for her. On the first day the campus was allowing their students to come, Selina had come over and stopped her from packing. And they spent the day together shopping, seeing a movie and eating. Selina ended up crashing at her place after they had binged a show.
When she started packing the next day, Selina did the same. But after a promise of hanging out when she was settled in her dorms, Selina conceded and helped with the packing. And after some whining and pizza, Selina came with her to campus to help as well.
Struggling to keep the heavy box in her hands, she made her way towards her dorm. “You can help me, you know,” she grunted, shifting the box as it was slipping out of her arms.
“I am,” Selina said, holding up a couple of garbage bags full of clothes. “My hands are just full to help you carry your box.”
“You’re funny,” she deadpanned. Selina flashed her a smile, to which she returned one of her own.
“And that’s why you love me.”
“No, no I don’t think that’s it,” she mused, looking at each dorm number. “I think I love your cat more. And that’s why we’re friends.”
Selina gasped mockingly, and bumped her shoulder. “I knew it!” She laughed just as she found her dorm room.
Fishing out her key from her pocket, she handed it to Selina and waited until Selina opened the door. The minute she walked through the door, she was eloped in a hug. It caught her by surprise that she dropped the box she was holding.
“Hiya! I’m your new roommate!”
“And they were roommates,” Dick gasped out, interrupting the story.
“Oh my god, they were roommates,” Tim finished, and three out of the four boys burst out laughing.
“You two are hilarious,” she said, slumping into her chair. They had just finished dinner when the boys started bombarding her with questions about her and Harley. And after teasing them a little about which story. She started with how she met her ex-fiancé.
“Are you two done?” Bruce asked, and the laughter slowly downed a little. Until they caught each other’s eyes, and it started again.
Damian rolled his eyes, and turned to his mother. “I didn’t know you and Selina were in a relationship,” he said, and that had caused Dick, Jason and Tim to stop and look at her.
“No, no we weren’t dating,” she answered, shaking her head. “I didn’t know my sexuatilty until I started dating Harley.”
“And how long did that take?” Jason asked, rolling his cup on the table.
She blew out a puff of air and sighed. “When we were twenty-one. Even then I needed help.”
“I don’t think I’ve heard this one,” Bruce said with a smile. She flushed in embarrassment and looked away before recalling the story.
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“Pumpkin,” her roommate sang from the other side of the room. She hummed, blinking at her homework trying to keep awake. She was currently laying on her stomach with her chin sitting on her hand. “Maybe you should take a break. You’ve been at it for hours.”
“Pft, I’m fine,” she answered, though the words were starting to blur together. “Hey!” she said, as Harley yanked the book from her. “I need that.”
“And you need a break,” she pressed, closing the book with a snap. “Come on Pumpkin, let’s get something to eat.”
She pouted trying to grab her textbook. Harley giggled and held it out of her reach. “Harley,” she whined, “the test I'm studying for is supposed to cost half of my grade.”
“You should know that taking care of your body is more important than school, doctor,” Harley teased. She stuck her tongue out, causing Harley to poke it. “Come on, we’ll go to your favourite café.”
She lit up and quickly got out of bed, almost tripping on her feet doing so. Harley laughed and tossed the book onto the bed. “You gotta be more careful, pumpkin.” She made a face, and grabbed her stuff before the two of them left their apartment.
She looped her arm through Harley’s as they walked. Talking about everything and nothing that came to mind. On occasion, she would check her phone, hoping for any messages from Bruce. But there were none.
She hasn’t spoken to Bruce since the last time they hung out, and she wondered if it was something that she did. Though the thought was ridiculous. They’ve only met up a handful of times since he’d been back. And even then, she couldn’t think of a reason why he was avoiding her.
The only thing she could think of was their first conversation they had together. But that was back when he first arrived in Gotham.
Bruce had found the apartment she was sharing with Harley, and decided to pay her a visit before the tabloids caught wind of him being back.
It had caught her by surprise when Harley called, saying there was a billionaire holding pizza. Confused on what she meant, she rounded the corner to find Bruce Wayne standing in her hallway.
After giving him a hug, and a little catch up, the three of you spent the night hanging out. And it felt like nothing had changed between the two of you.
It wasn’t until Harley had gone to bed, that Bruce told you everything that happened since leaving Gotham when he was fourteen. He told you how his training had gone, and all the people he’s met.
It was one thing reading about them through Bruce’s letters. But it was a different experience hearing them from Bruce. When he had finished, he told her it was time to start fixing Gotham his way.
With a sigh, she had hoped that he had changed his mind. Instead of talking him out of it, she suggested waiting a little bit before doing so. Make Bruce Wayne into a public figure, or more then he already is. And then have his second persona make an appearance. Only so people didn’t connect that the two were related.
That had been two months ago. And sure, she’s been busy with school and midterms were just around the corner, and Bruce was busy running a company and….well, being a playboy from what she’s read in magazines. She didn’t read the articles, it hurt a little reading them.
And he was also busy with being Batman. She laughed at the name the media had dubbed him, it almost made her call him up just to tease him about it. But she refrained from doing so. She was unsure where she fit in his new life, and at this point she was too afraid of the answer to ask.
When they arrived at the café, she found a table for them while Harley ordered.
Harley looked over the rim of the coffee cup in her hand when her friend sighed again. “You’re in love with Bruce!” Harley accused.
She dropped her bagel on her plate and stared at Harley in shock. “I am not!”
“You totally are! You keep checking your phone like your love sick, waiting for someone to call you.”
“I am not in love with Bruce,” she stuttered out, “why would I be? He left to go to school abroad, and shows up eight years later! And so what if I thought about him during those years, and was worried about him. That’s what friends do, they worry about them. It’s not like I noticed how much he’s changed or dream about holding his hand or...or kissing him or…or...” she trailed off as she thought back to all the times her heart hammered in her chest when he smiled at her.
Or all the times Bruce made her blush. She thought back to how she smiled when she saw Bruce’s letter in the mail, or how happy she felt as she read them. Or how relieved she felt when she saw Bruce in her apartment or how hurt she was when she saw him with different girls every night.
Then she thought about all that when she was with Harley. Could she be in love with Harley too? But she quickly dismissed it, thinking it wasn’t possible.
She slumped into her chair as Harley set her mug down, and smirked at her in satisfaction. “Holy hell, I’m in love with Bruce Wayne.”
“There it is,” Harley said, giggling as she received a glare. “You’ve known Bruce since you guys were little, how is it only now that you're realizing this?”
“I don’t…” she trailed off, hands picking up her cup. She twirled it around the table as she tried to come up with the right words, “I’m not...when I can’t pick up the cues when it comes to stuff like that.”
“So someone has to tell you that they love you. Like your parents loving you,” Harley mused, she shrugged.
“I know they do and I can see that they love me. But for whatever reason, when it comes to romantic feelings, I have a blind eye,” she explained, letting the cup go in favour of pulling apart her muffin. She huffed out a laugh. “It’s funny. Back in high school there was this guy who asked me out on a date. But he didn’t use those words, he used ‘wanna hang out?’
“I said yes. It wasn’t until he kissed me that it was starting to click. Even then I didn’t fully understand. Selina told me what it was that I knew. I was so embarrassed I couldn‘t face him. I feel like there’s something wrong with me.”
Harley leaned over and took her hands, she stilled her hands and her eyes flitted up to Harley. And her heart stuttered as Harley looked at her. “Nothing’s wrong with you pumpkin. People process things differently, you just happen to need someone to tell you.”
Relief washed over her and she smiled. “Thanks, Hars.” Harley hummed and leaned back, letting go of her hand. She missed the warmth of Haley’s hands, but didn’t think anything of it, especially when she noticed a twinkle in Harley's eyes.
“So, are you going to tell Brucie?” Harley teased, she made a face and shook her head.
“No, I will not,” she said.
“But he might love you back!” Harley exclaimed, “pumpkin, I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He looks at you like you hung the moon every night.”
“Even if that’s true, I don’t think it’ll work. At least not right now,” she mumbled, and quickly added when Haley gave her a confused look, “he’s not interested in anything serious right now.”
Harley nodded in understanding, and she looked away when she saw pity in Harley's eyes.
That weekend, she found herself in the school library with Harley and Jonathan doing homework. Harley had just left for drinks, leaving the two of them alone.
Jonathan looked up from his homework and studied his friend. She hunched over her books and tapped her pencil on her head as she was going over a question.
“Are you and Harley dating?” Jonathan blurted out. She froze and lifted her head to look at him in surprise.
“Excuse me?” she asked.
Jonathan raised an eyebrow at her reaction, and stifled a laugh. “I think you heard me.”
“Oh I heard. But what made you come to that conclusion?” she clarified, squinting her eyes at him.
“The way you two act around each other,” he explained, “you're all in love and shit. It’s a wonder you haven’t kissed yet.”
“I don’t….but I can’t….” she trailed off. The words weren’t coming and she wasn’t quite sure if she did or not. “Friends can act like that platonically!”
“That’s true. But with you two, it’s hard to tell. You both have heart eyes every time you either talk about each other, or just being in the same room.”
She stayed quiet, she didn’t have anything to say.
“You know, when Harley told me you process feelings differently than most people, I thought she was joking,” he mused, this time chuckling.
“It’s great to know you talk about me,” she deadpanned, setting down her pencil.
“But I’m serious, do you like her or not?” he asked, and she let her head drop on her textbook and groaned.
“I don’t know. The other day, Harley helped me discover I’m in love with my childhood best friend. And now you're making me question my feelings for Harley.”
Jonathan held up his hands in surrender, though she wasn’t paying attention. “Wasn’t my intent, I just figured you needed to know.”
“Thanks,” she said dryly, and lifted her hand and flipped him off. He laughed and gently patted her head.
“I’ll ask a question or two, maybe it’ll help.”
She nodded but kept her head on the table. Jonathan's smile grew wider, enjoying this a little bit too much.
“When you see her, what do you do?”
She took a moment to ponder the question. “My heart starts to beat faster and I can’t help but think how pretty she is. And I get all flustered when she gets really close or she gives me a compliment. And when she’s happy and smiling and laughing, and my butterflies explode in my stomach when that happens because I did that. And sometimes, when she’s pouting or just sad, I just want to pull her into a kiss.”
Jonathan raised an eye at her statement, and had no doubt that she was blushing. “What about Bruce?”
“The same thing! He winks my way and the next thing I know I’m a blushing mess. And when he gives me a certain look, it’s like I gave him everything and I melt and just want to kiss his stupid face! And I hate him for that, but not really and….hhhhh!”
“Damn,” Jonathan huffed out, staring at her. “You have it bad for both of them.”
“But I can’t love two people at once!” she exclaimed, getting shushed by other students. She paid them no mind, head racing on what she should do.
“Who says?” Jonathan asked, and she paused to think about it. “There's no rule saying you have to like one person at the time,” he continued when she didn’t answer. “Now the question is who are you going to pick? Bruce or Harley?”
“What if they both don’t love me?” she whispered, lifting her head up slightly. “What if it’s all in my head and they laugh if I tell them?”
“I don’t know about Bruce, but Harley won’t,” he answered, going back to his homework, “trust me.”
She spent the next week pondering over her conversations with Harley and Jonathan. And there were a few things she’s discovered.
She’s bisexual.
She’s really bad at feelings and seeing them for what they are. Though this wasn’t anything new, still she hated that she needed help when it comes to emotions.
If she did choose Bruce over Harley, it wouldn’t have worked out. Not only because of him being Batman, but because she didn’t see it as a long term relationship. And she didn’t want that.
And if she chose Harley over Bruce, she didn’t want to make Harley feel like she was second pick. She didn’t want that either.
By the weekend, she still doesn’t know what to do.
Sighing, she fell on her bed. She stared at the ceilings and groaned, pressing her palms to her eyes. “Why is this hard?”
“I don’t know pumpkin, maybe I can help?” Harley suggested, startling her. She sat up quickly and turned to see Harley leaning against the doorframe.
“Help me with what?” she asked, nervously laughing. Harley smiled and walked further in the room.
“Whatever you’re having trouble with,” Harley answered.
She sighed and fell onto the bed again, she took a pillow and hugged it to her chest. “I don’t think this is something you can help with,” she mumbled, closing her eyes.
She felt the bed dip, and felt Harley shift around until she stopped. “I could listen to you rant about it?”
She hummed, but shook her head. “It’s something I need to figure out.”
Silence fell around them as she thought. Harley brought her hand over her face and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. She tensed at the sudden touch, but soon relaxed into it.
“Does it have something to do with what you and Jonathan were talking about last week?” Harley asked after a moment.
Her eyes flew open and she stared at Harley, panicking a little. If Harley knew, there’s nothing she could say that wouldn’t be a lie.
“But I…did he tell you?” she asked, Harley nodded. She groaned and stuffed her face into the mattress. “Damnit.”
Harley giggled and slowly moved her face so they could look at each other. “If it helps any, I love you too.”
She flushed, and looked anywhere but Harley. “But I don’t want to make you feel like a second choice. I don’t want you to resent me because you know I love Bruce too.”
“Hey I won’t,” Harley reassured. Biting her lip, she shook her head. Harley sighed, and moved to press her forehead against hers. “Can I tell you a secret? I loved you before I knew you loved Bruce, and I still love you knowing that. I just hope you can give me a chance.”
She studied Harley for a moment before closing the distance and kissed her.
——
“Ew! Mom! Gross! We don’t need to hear about that!” Dick interrupted. She looked up to see her boys looking at her in disgust. Jason and Tim gagged mockingly as Dick shuddered.
“What? It was just a kiss,” she answered, amused.
“Yeah but you kissed Harley. And that means you’ve done more than kissing,” Jason said.
“You knew this when your father told you I was engaged to her.”
“It’s one thing thinking about it, it’s a whole different thing to hear it from you, Mom,” Tim said, leaning back into his chair.
She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Shrugging, she picked up her glass and took a sip.
“So Harley figured out you loved me before you did? And this after meeting me once,” Bruce asked, amused. She felt her cheeks burn and looked away.
“Wasn’t my proudest moment, but yes she did,” she said with a shrug.
“And she was okay with it?”
She nodded, smiling a little at the memory. “Yeah. She didn’t seem to mind too much about it. But I didn’t spend too much time being hung up on Bruce. I was too busy with Har-”
“Ma!” Jason exclaimed, stopping her from finishing the sentence.
“I wasn’t even going to say anything bad!” she defended.
“You went to school with Crane?” Damian asked. She turned her attention to the youngest and nodded.
“We had a few classes together, and Harley just sort of adopted him into the friend group,” she mused.
“What I can’t get over, is the fact that Crane had to tell you about your feelings for Harley,” Dick put out.
“Like I said, I have a hard time deciphering emotions. Especially when it comes to romantic feelings. But once I know, then I’m okay.”
“How long were you together before getting engaged?” Damian asked, though it was still hard to believe his mother had someone before Bruce.
“And who popped the question?”
She looked at the clock and back to the boys. “Doesn't the patrol start soon?” she asked. The boys looked at Bruce with their best puppy eyes. Well, Dick, Jason and Tim did, Damian seemed indifferent but Bruce could tell he wanted to hear the story as well.
“If it’s okay with your mother, we can listen to one more story,” he said, and she raised an eyebrow at her husband. “What?”
“And I thought I couldn’t say no,” she said with a mumble.
“Shut up,” he said, but smiled slightly.
“So Ma, what’s the story?”
Her hand went up to her necklace and started playing with it as she thought back. “We’ve been together for almost eight years before I asked her.”
——
She fell on the couch once she got home from the hospital. It had been a taxing day, and all she wanted to do was curl up with Harley and sleep until the morning. But they had dinner plans they needed to get to, and if everything turned out as planned, she and Harley would be engaged.
Over the years of dating, conversation of marriage would come up. Whether it be just then asking about it, or their friends. They both wanted it, but they silently agreed that they wouldn’t take it seriously until they both finished school.
Harley had already finished her last year of residency, and she was one you last year. Granted, she still had a month left, but she figured it would still count.
“Pumpkin, I’m home,” Harley called as she walked in.
“Living room,” she answered back. A moment later, Harley walked in the room and plopped beside her. Harley laid her head on her lap and sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair. “Tiring day?”
Harley nodded and closed her eyes. “I know we had plans to go out, but can we stay in? Arkham really took me out.”
She scrunched her nose, her hands stopped moving. “I thought you didn’t start there until next week?”
“I did, but something happened with the inmates,” Harley answered.
“And they needed a psychiatrist?”
“Apparently some of the inmates needed help and they couldn’t wait until next week,” Harley said, and sighed happily when she resumed playing with Harley’s hair. “So can we stay in?”
“Yeah, we can. We can order take out and watch a movie or something,” she mused, trying to think of a new plan. “What do you want?”
“Chinese.”
She smiled and reached over, grabbing her phone and ordering food. Once finished, she set the phone before turning back to Harley. She stared at her loving, watching as Harley was slowly falling asleep.
“You’re staring,” Harley mumbled with a smile.
“I can’t help, you’re just too gorgeous to look at anything else,” she teased. Harley blushed and snuggled into her legs.
“Shut up.”
Thinking it’s the perfect time, she went for it. “Marry me?” Harley’s eyes flew open, and she quickly sat down and looked at her.
“What?”
“Marry me,” she repeated, smiling at the bewildered look Harley was giving her. “I know we talked about it a few times. And since I have a month left of residency, I figured why not. So, marry me?”
Harley looked at her for a minute before smiling widely, and threw her arms around her, laughing. “Of course I will, pumpkin!” Harley said, kissing her all over her face.
And just like that they were engaged.
As the months went by, they planned a wedding. They had decided who was going to be in the wedding party, where the venue would be, and who was going to cater for them. They just needed to book everything, but they weren’t going to do so until they picked out the wedding day.
And for a while everything was perfect. Up until Harley started seeing Joker as a patient. She didn’t see it, not a first. She took it as Harley having bad days or long tiring days at Arkham. And with doctor patient confidentiality, Harley couldn’t talk about their problems.
But Harley could tell her how the day went. If it was bad, she’d drop it and offer to make Harley's favourite foods.
Then Harley started to become distant. She would come home later than normal, and would snap for no reason. She had tried to get Harley to talk to her, but she wouldn’t. She kept saying she was fine and it had been a long day. It was worrying.
All at once, it stopped. Harley stopped talking to her, and stopped coming home.
She was out of her mind, worrying for Harley. She hoped her fiancée would come home. It was to the point that she went out and looked for Harley.
But Bruce had stopped her before she could leave the apartment.
She had found him waiting in her living room after a long shift at the hospital. It had startled her seeing Bruce dressed as Batman standing there, he cowl down.
She was about to greet him, but the sad, pitied expression Bruce had stopped her. “No, don’t…don’t say it. I don’t want to hear it.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, taking a step forward, she stepped back. “But something happened to Harley.”
She shook her head frantically, covering her mouth with her hands. “Nononono, she can’t have…please,” she begged, as Bruce wrapped her into a hug when he was close enough.
“I’m sorry, but Joker got into her head,” he started, tightening his grip as she choked back a sob. “Convinced her that they were meant for each other. Made her fall in the chemicals he fell into. She’s alive, but she isn’t Harley anymore. Not the one you knew anyways.”
She broke down crying before Bruce finished his sentence. She clung to him like a lifeline as the words sunk in.
She expected to hear that Harley died, that someone had killed her. Not this. But this? This was so much worse.
——
A heavy silence fell once she finished. She was clutching the ring that was threaded on a chain. It helped keep the tears at bay. She didn’t want to cry, not now, not after so many years.
“The next day, Bruce told me the full story,” she whispered, and grimaced as the fight flashed before her. “We fought. Okay, I yelled and he just took him. I said some things I shouldn’t have and I avoided him for a while.”
“I remember that,” Dick said, leaning onto the table. “Bruce looked heartbroken during that time. And every time I tried to ask what happened, he shut me down. Even at gala’s when you were there, he looked like he wanted to go and talk to you.”
Bruce looked at him in surprise. Dick was only eight when that happened, he didn’t think he was paying attention.
On the other hand, she felt guilt crawling in her stomach, and slouched into her chair. She hid her face in her hands when Dick continued.
“That falling out thing happened for a few years, didn’t it?” he asked. She opted to stay quiet, letting Bruce answer the question.
“Three or four years, yeah.”
Tim was about to ask what had happened, but Jason nudged him and shook his head. Tim gave him a look, and Jason gestured to their mom, practically saying I don’t think she wants to talk about it.
“Sorry for bringing up the past Ummi,” Damian said softly. “We didn’t know.”
Rubbing her face to get rid of stray tears, she dropped her hands onto the table. “That’s okay sweetie. I wouldn’t have told you anything if it still hurts.”
“So, how’d you fix your friendship with Bruce?” Jason asked. She shook her head and stood.
“Bruce can tell you,” she said, stretching, “I have the night shift tonight. And I need to get ready.”
With that she left her boys staring at Bruce, waiting.
“It’s time for patrol,” he gruffed out and followed his wife. The boys groaned, saying that wasn’t fair.
“Are you okay?” he asked when he reached their bedroom. He leaned against the doorframe, watching her quickly change and grabbed her stuff before pausing. She clutched her keys and sighed.
“Honestly? I don’t know,” she sighed, dropping her shoulders. “After ten years, it still hurts. Not as much as it did, but still.”
Bruce nodded, and pushed off the frame and wrapped his arms around her. Holding her close. “I’m sorry again for everything.”
“You know I don’t blame you anymore, you don’t need to apologize for it.”
“Feels like I have too. You don’t deserve to have gone through that.”
“No one does but life sucks that way,” she said, giving him a smile. “I have to go.”
Bruce frowned, tightening his hold a little. “I wish you didn’t.”
“I’m a doctor Bruce, but I’ll be careful,” she said, reaching up to kiss him. “You be careful too tonight.” He nodded and dropped his arms and watched as she left the room.
“I love you,” he called. She popped her head back in and smiled.
“I love you too.”
Running out of the manor and to her car, she didn’t notice a figure standing in the distance. Harley signed as she watched, glad that her ex-lover found happiness again. And promised she’d do whatever it took to keep it that way.
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Right in front of you
A Halstead!sister
Jay held a strong grip on your upper arm as he led you out to the school hall. "What the hell was that Y/N? Are you happy now? God.... I can't believe you cheated!" he sneered, "EYES UP HERE Y/N!! "
"I'm sorry" you sighed, locking eyes with Jay, silently praying that he would let this go. It was only one time anyway. It wasn't a big deal.
But he let out a hollow laugh, "Thirty percent, Y/N, THIRTY PERCENT. You're going to have to do better than a half-ass apology. What exactly are you sorry for? Huh? For cheating? Or being caught?"
Requested : Yes by @study-coffee-chicago : They found out she cheated on a test in high school...and Jay's the one who has to pick her up.
Warnings : angry!Jay (lots of it), alcohol, swearing, anxiety attacks
Note : I am so so so sorry this so longg 😭 I ended up so far away from the actual request kayela please don't block mee 😭 butt I've learned alot in writing abt active and passive voices and using more imagery Yayy!! I'm so glad that yall are ok with my grammar thank uu🥺
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The piles of homework and flashcards you needed to memorize had no end in sight, and now that Will was taking nightshifts along with his usual double shifts, and intelligence was tracking down an underground drug cartel, you spent most days alone, allowing your mind to engulf you.
Every time you sat down to study, you felt a striking pain in your chest. In mere seconds the air was sucked out of your lungs and you found yourself panting, desperate to get oxygen back into your body.
You would be surrounded by books and worksheets and you could swear the walls of your room were closing in towards you, trapping you in a sea of incomplete work.
You failed to follow the schedules and to do lists you had made for yourself. Staring at them, hoping the essays would write themselves.
All you needed, was a break. A moment to relax from anything and everything.
So when your best friend mentioned that her brother used to drink a little before he appeared for an exam, your mind was quick to catch on.
Last night you had borrowed a little bit of beer from Jay's stash of alcohol and took a few sips of it as you studied.
The more you drank, the less bitter it became. It was a weird, new sensation, but it worked nonetheless.
Except now, you were sitting in the girls bathroom at school, ramaging through your notes, trying to recollect what you had learned yesterday.
You saw what you had underlined and highlighted— names in pink and important dates in yellow—but your mind came up blank.
Flipping the pages you saw people in wigs, and castles burning to the ground —None of which you recognized.
A wave of anxiety rippled through you unable to comprehend your next thought —you were going to fail.
Your head was throbbing as you ran a hand down face, massaging your temples trying to calm yourself down.
You took out your water bottle that you had filled with beer and swallowed a few gulps, hoping that it would help you think straight.
You groaned, feeling the sting of alcohol at the back of your throat, popping some mints into your mouth, you ran towards the exam hall.
***
Your foot bounced on the polished wood floors as sweat pooled on your forehead.
You thought you were careful —only taking a peek from your friends answer sheet when Mrs.Ling's back was facing you.
Everything would have worked out if it wasn't for that kid sitting behind you. In a split second your teacher turned around, when he dropped his pen, to see you peering over your partner's desk.
Now you were sitting in the principles office praying that Jay wouldn't be the one picking you up.
You could already imagine his anger at you for pulling him away from his case, only to find you cheated.
Unfortunately luck was not on your side today.
You dare not look at Jay as he entered the office, letting out a huff as he sat down. You could feel the rage emitting him, tension filling the room, as he burned holes looking at you.
"I'll get straight to the point" Your principal started.
"Please" Jay growled, struggling to contain himself. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, when he got the call saying that you had cheated on your midterms.
You and Will were alike,at least he thought so, both good at science and math but weak at geography and history. Nonetheless you continued to secure good grades for the most part.
"Y/n here, was caught cheating from a classmates answer sheet. Our teacher caught her red handed. I truly did not expect this from you. These midterms cost thirty percent of your grade..... "
Pretty soon his voice was muffled like he was getting farther and farther away from you. His figure swayed in front of you as you squinted your eyes to keep him in the center of your vision.
" You are suspended, Mrs halstead"
Your eyes widened , your body choosing the perfect time to bring out what little beer you had taken when you heard those words, letting the alcohol mix with the adrenaline.
"WHAT??!! " Damn, alcohol really bought out your courage as Jay stared at you in shock at your audacity.
"Y/n, your lucky I'm letting you retake the exam. That's only because you've had a clean record so far. I strongly suggest you start preparing early Ms. halstead" your principal said in a firm but monotone voice that left you speechless.
Jay held a strong grip on your upper arm as he led you out to the school hall. "What the hell was that Y/N? Are you happy now? God.... I can't believe you cheated!" he sneered, "EYES UP HERE Y/N!! "
Oh god. Every now and then, the ground would sway beneath you, tiles shifting in your vision. But you counted your steps, carefully putting one foot in front of the other, not wanting Jay to find out what else you had done........ until now.
You tilted your head, only to be met with your brother's piercing stare but little did he know, now it made it infinitely harder to concentrate on your walking.
"I'm sorry" you sighed, locking eyes with Jay, silently praying that he would let this go. It was only one time anyway. It wasn't a big deal.
But he let out a hollow laugh, "Thirty percent, Y/N, THIRTY PERCENT. You're going to have to do better than a half-ass apology. What exactly are you sorry for? Huh? For cheating? *Or being caught?*"
***
You rested your head on the seat as Jay entered the truck, flinching, when he slammed the door shut. Your pounding headache was getting worse by the minute, as your ears started to ring.
You blinked a few times squinting to focus on the road ahead of you but the fast-moving cars and the loud horns made you feel like your head was going to explode.
"Y/n," he addressed you, much calmer now.
You forced yourself to turn to your brother, who wore a confused expression.
But the moment he saw your deshelfed hair and your cracked lips, a wave of worry crashed over him. What the hell?
The truck came to a stop at a red light and Jay immediately scanned you over "Y/n?" he grabbed your chin, his jaw dropping, as he came face to face with reality.
"Are you drunk!!?" he barked , steam basically pouring out of his ears.
But your pleading eyes and empty silence gave him the answer he needed. "Are you kidding me??" he snarled as he slammed the steering wheel.
Oh God no. A blinding pain ripped through your head when Jay's palms made contact with the hard plastic. You winched turning your head away from your furious brother, letting out a whimper.
Jay's eyes widened at the sound, his heart breaking, realizing the pain you were in.
If he was going to be mad at you or at least punish you, you needed to be sober.
He stepped on the pedal as the light turned green taking a few breaths, trying to calm himself down.
With the vice lords reclaiming their territory and selling uncut fentanyl, bodies were dropping all over the city most of them being kids.
Kids..... your age.
Every kid at the morgue, just reminded him of you. He saw parents sobbing, begging for their kids to come back but Jay new better. They were never going to come home. Ever.
So he made it a priority to catch these ruthless creatures. He made it a priority over his sleep, over nine hours shifts and unknown to him, over spending time with you.
"Hey , hey" he whispered, not wanting to hurt you again, "We'll talk about this later ok? for now...... just..... it's ok..... I've got you" here reached out his hand, the other still on the steering wheel, to slowly rub your back as you tried to breath through the pain.
" I got you"
***
Jay wrapped a hand around you allowing you to hold onto him for support.
Silently, he deposited you on the couch, laying you down. He knew that he wasn't in any state to talk to you. He needed to clear his mind from his racing thoughts and rueful images of dying teenagers.
His phone rang, indicating that the district was awaiting him. "Here" he reluctantly shook your shoulders "Y/n, I need to go ok? Will will be here soon"
***
Almost half an hour had passed and you were waiting for Will to get out of the shower. You'd heard Jay explain everything to him over the phone.
You thought about how disappointed he would be.
Will —being the nerd he was— always helped you with your projects and gave you pop quizzes during breakfast, before your exams. He taught you how to organize flashcards just like he did in med school.
Even through your blurry thoughts, the image of Will's betrayed face and embarrassed eyes, knowing you cheated, lingered on your mind.
Your body was all over the place. Tiny noises echoing through your ear. Your muscles simultaneously aching and loose.
You were shivering as you tried to curl up into a ball. Your body trying to hold what little heat it had within itself.
But nothing stopped your tears.
You felt water drops make their way down your cheeks forming small splotches of water on the cushion you laid your head on.
And you didn't bother to wipe them away.
Will more or less was in the same state you were in. There was a multi-vehicle accident on the highway and victims were piling in the ED. He was running from one treatment room to the other, waiting to get back home and crash.
Will walked over to you with a huge glass of water and an advil, gently nudging you to sit up.
Your head still pounded, your eyes zoning in and out of the figure in front of you "Y/n, here drink the whole glass and take this" Will soothed, placing the glass and the pill in your hand "I—I'm sorry" You whispered, distracting yourself from Will's eyes.
Will knew he should be angry. Just like Jay was but he couldn't bring himself to blaming you, not until he had the full story anyway.
You looked so petite on the enormous couch, your legs folded on top of each other, arms shaking as you drowned the glass of water along with the Advil.
Your red puffy eyes and tear strained cheeks,were a contrast from your usual self. or he thinks. He's been pretty busy lately, so he's not too sure. " We'll talk about it later. I'm not angry. I promise"
He assured and was about to head to bed himself when you grabbed his wrist.
If he wasn't angry at you then maybe— just maybe—he would help you.
"Stay" You pleaded , the word falling from your lips just as easily as it had, many, many times before.
And just like before, you were met with Will's soft brown eyes filled with sympathy, ready to help. Ready—to be by your side.
He's slowly nodded climbing onto the couch, next to you. He wrapped an arm around you and you nestled into him, laying your head on his chest.
You found some comfort as he embraced you, talking you under his arm and encompassing you in his warmth.
Holding on to him, you hoped that he would take your pain away, just like he did when you were little.
***
Will woke up to an uncomfortable feeling of something —or someone— tugging at his shirt.
He slowly opened his eyes allowing them to adjust to the light as he felt another a tug at his side. He looked over to you, but your eyes were shut, brimming with tears, your arm laid across his chest.
You were holding on to Will , using him as a lifeline, grounding you from the pain.
You felt a hand squeezing your own, stopping you from gripping the fabric "Y/n?" You opened your eyes to look up at will who had tears of his own, staring at the state you were in "it's okay, I'm here, I'm right here"
He encircles you, tighter than before, whispering soothing assurances into your hair.
***
With Will's help, the pain slowly subsides, allowing you access to your thoughts again.
You step out of the shower, into the living room and your eyes widen seeing Jay and Will sitting at the kitchen counter.
You didn't even hear Jay come in, but right now taking in his hardened glare, you didn't dare ask.
You knew what was coming and you didn't fight. You couldn't.
"So apparently we're cheating on our midterms now, huh?" Jay's calm voice made shivers run down your spine, starting to take rapid breaths.
"And apparently, someone thinks it's ok to steal alcohol from my stash" He gritted, never breaking I contact with you. "Do you think that's how the world works Y/n? DO YOU? BECAUSE LAST TIME I CHECKED YOU'RE STILL A FUCKING TEENAGER!!" He spat, his thoughts fuming towards your trembling body.
It was every dieing body flashing before his eyes, as the past months' agony slipped off his tongue.
"Jay" Will's voice was stern, giving a knowing look towards his younger brother and didn't bother to give Jay time to argue with him.
"Y/n, we need to know what's going on"
"With school, with tests with....... everything" he stated giving you a solemn look meaning every word he said, promising himself that he would do whatever it takes to figure out what had been going on.
You sucked in a breath weighing all your options. You didn't want them to think that you needed a babysitter or that you couldn't take care of yourself.
You knew that they had their own problems to worry about but you couldn't take it anymore.
You hated it.
The feeling of your lungs collapsing, struggling to find air for your body, your stress skyrocketing anytime you sat down to study, never getting any thing done.
All day long you would constantly tell yourself to do your work. Every spare second is spent in making a list of things you want to do but when it was time to actually do those things, your mind wandered and emptied.
You took another deep breath, looking up from your feet, your eyes meeting your brothers.
You spilled the past months events from how alone you were all the time and not being able to concentrate to how you ended up drunk at school and cheating on your midterms.
Tears rolled down your cheeks as you your hands trembled. You stood crying in the middle of the room until you felt a pair of arms around you.
Will placed his hand at the nape of your neck as he stroked your back with the other "Breathe Y/n, just Breathe" He slowly pulled away leading you to the couch.
God, how he wished he could turn back time. Then he'd been more vigilant to notice the changes that had come over you.
You felt the couch dip on both sides but you intently studied your fingers, fumbling with the hem of your shirt and wiped the tears off your face. They were mad. No, they were furious. You knew it.
But for some reason, they weren't showing it. Maybe they were waiting-
"We're not mad"
You without your head around to look at Jay, furrowing your eyebrows in disbelief. Jay? Not mad? HA.
"but I am disappointed though, but that's only because you didn't tell us......
but stealing alcohol was bad too" he added, earning him a glare from Will.
"Y/n, what Jay means is— we could've helped with school . Homework . Tests . Anything, you name it. We will help" he assured, "But how do we know you need help, if you don't tell us?"
You sighed, taking in the weird turn of events that had happened before you. You had wasted all this time, trying to figure out all your problems out, when the answer was right in front of you.
A mountain of guilt now sat on Jay's shoulders, weighing down on him, pushing him deeper into a wormhole of 'if's'.
Maybe if he'd just been a little more careful, this wouldn't have happened.
Maybe if he'd stop and listen to you once in a while, this wouldn't have happened.
While trying to save kids out on the street, he forgot to care for the kid at home. You were his sister, and yet, here you are in front of him, barely keeping yourself together.
But that would change. Right here. *Right now.*
"Y/n," Jay started "If you would have told us how alone and stressed you were feeling.....I would've taken some time off... Maybe we'd watch a movie or something. All you had to do was ask...... And we'll get you the help you need, y/n. You good with that?" he questioned, his anger and frustration dissipating.
You saw your brother, the workaholic detective, wanting to put his job aside, for you .
You were more important to him, than his job—You realized.
" Yea... Yeah, I am"
Will stood up and got another advil with another glass of water. "and maybe you wouldn't end up drunk and cheating on your test" he smirked, crouching in front of you.
"God, I didn't think it would hurt this bad. I am never drinking again!" you smiled , as you drowned the pill.
"See now that's what I like to hear!!" Jay exclaimed, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you into his chest. You squirmed, trying to get out of his grip, laughing, when you were joined by Will.
You know what? Maybe, things are going to be okay? Ya know?
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Hi sweetheart! How are you? I hope you are doing well. I have not sent you a request in a while, but I am feeling stressed and sad… so, this is the perfect time for me to send in a request! I always like to self-insert in my requests, so, can you write something about a reader which does not like to show people around her that she is tired or sad, and does not like to share her weaknesses in general. And even though she is a good listener and likes to help people around her, she always keeps to herself and does not like to share anything about her private life. So, one day, late at night, everyone was asleep in their dorm-rooms at UA, except for Bakugou. He was going to the kitchen or something and he passed reader's room and heard her crying. His curiosity got the best of him and he entered her room to inspect the situation, and he got so shocked to see reader like this. So, he ended up comforting her in his own Bakugou way. And maybe they are not dating or even close yet, but after this incident, he realizes he has feelings for reader and maybe they share their first kiss or something. As always, you can edit this to your liking. Have a marvelous day and thank you in advance!
omg this one hits close ahhahwf but!! i can do it accurately!! (hopefully lol, i know things like this can be different for everyone)
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character/s: bakugou katsuki x f!reader
content: hurt/comfort
warnings: panic attack, self deprivation, sleep loss, pressure from parents (at the beginning)
notes: take care of yourselves, darlings <3 <33
It was just too much. It was all piling up, crushing you, pressing you into the floor in your dorm room as you struggled to keep your head above it all.
The past few days, your parents had been on your back, endlessly talking to you about changing schools, and even finding alternatives. They wanted you to be a business major or some shit like that, which wasn't your think in the slightest.
Plus, there were midterms next week, and you were cramming for them as much as you could, staying up late just to soak in none of the information, and then stumble around all day due to exhaustion.
But you couldn't stop.
You had to.
Because when you finished studying, you could help others. They were struggling a lot more with the classwork than you were.
You'd be fine.
It was okay.
It was okay.
It was.
Blinking away the wetness in your eyes, you sat up from where you'd been sitting on the floor of your dorm room, a couple of textbooks and notebooks splayed out in front of you, accompanied by notes and eraser shavings. The words swam in front of you, blurry, and your breath hitched as your eyes overflowed.
Fuck, things weren't fine.
You needed air.
I need to study.
You needed to sleep.
I need to work harder.
You needed to eat.
I have so much left to do.
You had to take care of yourself.
This is the only way I'll get stronger.
Deep down, you knew it was a lie. All of the physical repercussions were crashing in on you, as if you'd just gotten off of a week-long adrenaline high.
Flopping back on the floor, you stared at the ceiling. It wasn't any use to try and stop crying. Once you got it out, you'd be good as new. You would. You had to be.
So you didn't try and stop the sobs that began to wrack your body, tears falling down the sides of your face and resting in your hair.
And as if it hadn't been bad enough, you hadn't been watching the time. It was just past 3:00 in the morning, and you had to wake up at 5:00.
"What's the FUCKING point," you sobbed, throwing your arms over your eyes. The dim light was somehow piercing.
If I fail all of this, my parents are only going to be more admant about taking me out of here. They-- well, shit, I guess if I fail then I deserve it, don't I? That's probably why they let me go here in the first place. I'm such a fucking failure that they knew I'd flunk eventually.
"Who the hell is talking about you flunking?"
You shot up into a sitting position. "I-- what--"
"Who?" Bakugou demanded. He was crouching beside you, arms slung over his knees.
"What are you doing in my room?" you asked hoarsely, scrubbing your face to rid yourself of the tears that remained.
"You're crying."
"You didn't answer my question."
"Yeah, I did."
You knew that that had to be a lie. He definitely wasn't the type to go around at three in the fucking morning, and comfort people. But then again, he wasn't the type of person to have ulterior motives, either. So what was he doing here?
"Just go back to sleep," you mumbled, scooting over to lean against your bed. "It's nothing you should be concerned about."
He raised an eyebrow at that, fixing you with a stare that made you want to cave in and just tell him. What the hell. How.
You looked away. "Stop doing that."
"Stop doing what?"
"That."
"Stop doing what?"
"That-- that thing with the--" you looked back at him "--your eyes. Or whatever."
He mumbled something under his breath, then sat down next to you.
For a while, you just fiddled with your hands, waiting for him to talk first, while occasionally sniffing. You weren't still crying. You weren't. If Bakugou saw the tears still rolling down your cheeks and didn't say anything about it, then they didn't exist. They didn't.
But if they didn't exist, then why did you feel something wipe the wetness away, smearing some of it across your blotched cheek?
"You're still crying," Bakugou said, his voice void of emotion.
"Yeah, no shit," you said, burying your face in your hands.
When other people's voices had no emotion, it was threatening. It made other put their guards up. But when Bakugou did it, it put you at ease. And, now that you thought about it, it was strangely comforting.
He sighed. "I'll leave if you want."
You shook your head. "No."
"No?"
"No."
He was silent.
Taking your hands away from your face, you looked at him, and honestly? You laughed.
Maybe it was just because of how ridiculous the situation was. Maybe it was because he looked so confused right now, even more so now that you were laughing.
"The hell's wrong with you now?"
"I just-- this is just so--" You huffed another laugh. "I just never thought I'd be in a situation like this."
"Thank fuck that you are, because you need to go to bed," Bakugou said, and began to gather your books and papers.
"Hey, wait--"
"Nope. I'm confiscating this until you've actually gotten some rest."
You sighed, but a sense of relief washed over you. Rest did sound really nice, and he was right, you needed it.
"Alright," you mumbled, exhaustion quickly taking over. You crawled under the blankets as Bakugou turned off the light on your desk.
He stood over you, your books and papers in his arms, and after a moment's hesitation, leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
The only way you knew that it hadn't been a sleep deprived hallucination was because the next morning, when you saw him in the commons room at breakfast, his cheeks flushed red (and yours did as well, but you turned away before he could see).
(he definitely saw).
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