#like when i tell u i haven’t been in that class since the first day of the quarter …….

[avichor]

finished midterms i’m FREE

[eddiesghxst]

hellow, i’m officially done with school for the next year or so which means (if u haven’t already noticed) i’ve started to write 50 wips <3

so anyway, here’s a snippet of something im writing about dom!eddie who’s also a tattoo artist who just so happens to own a tattoo parlor that’s right next to a ballet studio which just so happens to be owned by ballet instructor!reader

18+ — MINORS DNI

It was a series of unfortunate events.

You had spent the last five years of your life building your ballet school from the ground up, but when your old studio was sold out from under you, you were forced to find a new home for your students.

It wasn’t easy. There weren’t many options for you to choose from and most buildings either needed an immense amount of work that your pockets couldn’t afford or were too far away and would inevitably cause you to lose students.

But then you stumbled on a dream. The new studio was perfect— freshly installed tiling, beautiful acoustics, and the fee to install the mirrors wasn’t all that bad— except for one small detail: the tattoo parlor next door.

For the months that you spent preparing the studio for your students, you were tormented with the constant buzz of needles and the faint scent of ink lingers in the air all day, mixing with the sharp fragrance of floor polish and irritation that comes with summer heat. It nearly drove you insane.

But what started as a nuisance soon flourished into something else entirely. The tattoo shop’s owner, a tall, inked-up man named Eddie, was there every morning, the storefront always open to the bustling world outside. Your first conversation had been brief— you introduced yourself, explained how you ended up here and he wished you a good start to your new building.

It wasn’t until a few months down the line that you finally caved and complained about the noise, telling him it was difficult to focus with the loud sounds from his shop and Eddie— surprisingly, since you had somewhat painted him a villain in your mind— apologized and said he’d try to keep the noise down— “I can’t promise the same on the days I don’t work, though. My team tends to never listen to me.”

And so then you and Eddie formed a very nice, casual, and polite relationship. Something like a work relationship. A nice smile and wave in the morning, small and quick conversations about the week— and sometimes, he would get you a coffee and slide it on your desk while you’re busy with your morning class.

But as weeks passed, your casual exchanges became… something more— quick morning greetings turned into full blown conversations and free coffees turned into free lunches— “The deli down the street always gives me an extra sandwich.” And you almost think he’s lying about that, but he never really leaves you room to further pry about it. Lingering looks, shared laughs, and an unspoken connection grew deeper with each passing day.

But it started and ended at work— there on Blackburn Avenue where your ballet studio and his tattoo parlor share a sidewalk— and it never left. And you never expected it to be more— Eddie is more of a work crush anyway. You talk and flirt for the few hours that you share a wall, and when you go home you watch your reality TV shows, eat dinner, and think nothing of it.

But what the hell do you do when you walk into a BDSM club and see your work crush on a stage, knuckle’s deep in a pretty girl, with a bunch of strangers watching— including yourself?

What do you do when the pretty boy that owns the shop next to your studio is on a stage, whispering dirty praises in a girls ear and finger fucking her until her thighs shake? What do you do when you realize— oh fuck, I should probably leave since I actually know this guy and we’re kind of coworkers, but you stay like the idiot you are?

And what do you do when his pretty brown eyes (which look even dreamier when they’re blown out and dark with lust) glance up from the woman below him and just happen to immediately land on you?

What the fuck do you do?

[inlovewithl3vi]

hello i hope your life is very good! may u do how the brothers' would react to seeing mc just randomly staying in their room all day in their bed, not even eating to the point that they've started to lose a lot of weight. sorry for any English mistakes and I hope you have many blessings!

I’m so sorry it took me forever to respond to this!!! I’m horrible at writing anything that’s a lil sad, because then I get sad. I’m gonna try my best though! I also decided to write the brothers separately, I’ve never done that before so I guess I’m just gonna try it and see if I like it. This also might be a little ooc but whatevs.(P.s. i hope your life is good too!)

Lucifer

✧ It started when RAD went on break for a while, about three weeks. It was only supposed to be one, But problems started and now it’s three.

✧ You started to stay in your room more, only coming out to eat or on occasion to do something with someone if they asked.

✧ He doesn’t notice when you start missing breakfast. His brothers sometimes sleep in too, he understands that your only human.

✧ He only worries when you haven’t been at the table at breakfast or dinner.

✧ He’s a little embarrassed too, since he didn’t even notice until the third week has started and you haven’t been seen for 3 days.

✧ This definitely raises red flags in his head, he knows humans are fragile compared to demons.

“MC? I know you’re in there…” he knocks on your door, waiting for some kind of response. When he doesn’t get any he just opens the door and walks in. It doesn’t even matter if it’s locked, he’s still gonna open it.

✧ When he walks in he just kinda stands there. He can notice a change in you, not just the fact that Your body looks physically different but also that he can tell your exhausted.

✧ Eventually he walks up to your bed and sits on the edge of it.

✧ You’re playing on your DDD and look up. You already know what it’s about.

“MC… what’s wrong?”

✧ You look up at him and see a mix of worry and sadness on his face. You immediately feel bad, not realizing that he cared that much.

“Nothing, im Fine” you shrug and look back at your DDD. “No you’re not.” He takes it out of your hand gently. “I can see you’ve lost weight. You also look just so… drained” you sigh, knowing you have no choice but to explain.

“I’ve just been so busy with work at RAD I’ve just kinda been on autopilot. I guess I just… crashed”

✧ He sighs and wraps his arm around you when you sit up.

✧ You’re not used to that kind of attention from Lucifer, so you decide to enjoy it while you can.

“You should have told me MC… you’re only a human, your body needs these things you’ve been putting off.”

✧ You nod, knowing he’s right.

✧ In the end you talk to him more and agree to get help when you need it this time.

✧ He also makes sure you’re eating well, he doesn’t enjoy seeing you in a worsened state.

✧ You actually make him promise he’ll be more careful about overworking himself and skipping meals, since he’s also a little guilty when it comes to that kind of stuff.

Mammon

✧ With him you don’t last long doing that.

✧ He notices almost immediately. The fact that you’re not there at breakfast to remind him why he goes to RAD in the first place, to see you when your in class together. To make you laugh at stupid jokes he makes, to just be there with him.

✧ He notices when you’re not at dinner either, not having you there to defend him when his brothers get a little carried away with making fun of him. Or to tell him his new scheme sounds good, but it’s not actually the best idea (you’ve probably had that same conversation so many times, but he’ll still take your advice)

✧ So after 5 days he can’t take it. He’s seen that you started online classes and that nobody has seen you around the house at all.

✧ He decides to take matters into his own hands and get into your room.

✧ I would recommend opening it when he knocks, because he WILL break it down.

He immediately starts asking questions. “Hey! MC what do ya' think your doin?” You look at him as he comes in, not even giving you time to go back to your bed after getting up to let him in.

“What do you mean?” You rub your eyes a little, clearly having been asleep moments prior. “I mean look at ya! You’ve clearly lost weight. And I mean don’t take this the wrong way… but yer face don’t look to human no more” you just stare at him blankly. “What” your expression doesn’t change as you look at him. “You look like some kinda zombie… why haven’t you been eating? Ya kinda look like you haven’t gotten much sleep either…” you shake your head a little before speaking “I was just asleep” he rolls his eyes at your response “what for the first time in a week? When did you eat last? I haven’t even seen ya out of your room”

✧ You go back and forth with him for a moment, trying to get him to believe you’re fine.

✧ It doesn’t work though. But I mean, were you really expecting it to?

“I guess with the combination of having so much homework and being in a new place it just caused me to… I don’t know… crash? I guess I have been ignoring my needs” you look away from him when you explain.

✧ His gaze softens when he looks at you.

“MC… ya know you could have told me. I’m your first! You’re supposed to go to me for these things!” You can’t help but chuckle a little at the slight pout on his face.

✧ Eventually you and Mammon talk a little more and he decides he’s going to help you talk to Lucifer about how much work teachers give you. (Since it really is an inhuman amount) and although he can’t fix the fact that you were just thrust into a literal brand new world, he decides he’s gonna do everything in his power to make it better for you.

Leviathan

✧ As much as I love him, he wouldn’t notice at all.

✧ In fact it took his brothers mentioning it before he noticed you were never at any meals they had together.

✧ He debated going into your room to check on you. He was so nervous to upset you, since whenever he shuts himself into his room it’s for a reason (mostly because he doesn’t wanna be disturbed).

✧ Eventually he found himself standing outside your door.

✧ He knocked gently, silently hoping that you wouldn’t respond. That was until he heard a quiet “it’s open” coming from inside.

✧ Although he was nervous, and quite honestly didn’t wanna do this at all, you always checked on him so it was time to return the favor.

“MC?…” he calls out as he walks into your room.

✧ He finds you in your bed, trying to keep your eyes open as you play on your DDD. You don’t even acknowledge him when he walks up to you.

✧ He debates just walking out again, just acting like nothing’s wrong.

✧ That’s until he notices that you’ve clearly lost a bit of weight, and you don’t look like you’ve slept in a week.

“MC… I just came to check on you. Uhm- are you alright?”

✧ He mentally curses himself. Obviously you weren’t ok.

✧ You look up from your DDD and can immediately see concern on his face.

“Levi-“ you start to say you were ok but stop yourself. You know you’re clearly not ok, and you can’t really deny it.

“I- uhm… It’s something stupid, I’m sorry for making you worry. I guess I just got a little carried away with shutting myself in my room.” You look away from him when you talk.

“It’s not stupid if it makes you shut yourself away like this” he’s nervous when he talks, he’s almost surprised he didn’t stutter. “You… you told me that when I shut myself away it’s not stupid.”

✧ You sigh and smile a little, knowing that you helped him before so maybe you should let him help you.

“I- I think I’m homesick” it’s almost shameful to admit. The fact that you miss your family and friends, even though you have a good life here.

✧ He nods, acknowledging your problem.

“I can’t fix that… but uhm… you said that hiding in your room away from your problems isn’t a good thing, I’m not sure how to make you feel better… but uhm you can always come in my room you know. Just… take care of yourself” he mumbles slightly, clearly nervous about saying something to comfort you.

“Thanks Levi” you sit up and lean on his shoulder, He’s internally freaking out but somehow remains calm on the outside as to not scare you away.

✧ You decide to get up and eat something before heading to his room.

✧ You had decided to take him up on his offer and go into his room.

✧ When you get there he’s playing some sort of game, silently focused on what he’s doing. He looks over at you before immediately going back to his game, already knowing why you’re there.

✧ You crawl into his bathtub bed and pull some blankets over you. The calming sound of the clicking of his controller slowly makes you more tired than before.

✧ For that moment you don’t feel as homesick, you promise to take care of yourself better. Mostly so that you can be around your second family in the devildom.

Satan

✧ He notices almost immediately that you’ve been skipping meals and not coming out of your room.

✧ Even though he notices he decides to let you figure out your problems on your own, since he knows sometimes people just need a day or two away from people.

✧ But when it lasts more than two days he’s immediately concerned.

✧ He starts texting you asking if you’re ok and if you would like him to bring you anything.

✧ After four days he gets sick of waiting and just decides to go to your room.

✧ He walks in without knocking, and you’re sitting at your desk with papers piled high all around you.

“MC? What are you doing… you haven’t come out of your room.” He looks at you with a concerned expression on his face.

✧ You look up from the paper you were writing on and turn towards him.

“Gotta study, I just finished this week’s homework not too long ago” you shrug and turn back towards the paper in front of you.

“MC it’s the weekend, you haven’t come out of your room in four days. How were you even getting your work from RAD?” You shrug before responding “I paid Mammon to leave it outside my door for me, the teachers just think I’m sick.” He sighs at your response. “You shouldn’t need to do this, you’re basically working 24/7 by the looks of it… you look like you’ve even lost weight.”

✧ You just shrug again and ignore him.

✧ He wasn’t having any of that though.

“Fine. If you insist on working so much why don’t you let me tutor you after RAD? I’ll help you so you don’t have to spend so much time on it” you shake your head at his suggestion. “It’s not even that, the work is so much… and I just don’t know it. I mean I didn’t even know demons existed a couple months ago! How am I supposed to know devildom history? Or the fact that I’m just a human and seductive speechcraft is basically useless to me. I have to work hard yet the only person I can keep up with is Mammon.”

✧ You can feel yourself getting more and more upset as you continue to talk so you stop and turn away from Satan.

“MC… you should have told me, or any of my brothers for that matter. And although I hate to admit it, you should have told Lucifer” he sighs and places his hand on your cheek, making you look at him. “You shouldn’t neglect your health for grades.

✧ You let him pick you up and carry you into your bed before pulling the blankets over you.

“I’m gonna bring you something to eat, I’m sure you’re hungry.” He smiles at you before stepping out of your room.

✧ Although he was telling the truth, he is going to make a stop into Lucifer’s office.

✧ Just ignore it if you hear Satan screaming at him, he’ll just tell you Lucifer was annoying him anyway.

Asmo

✧ He’s another one of the brothers to notice immediately and try and help you, a little similar to Mammon.

✧ At first he doesn’t think too much of it, just keeping the fact that he hasn’t seen the cute human walking around in his head.

✧ That’s until he sees you at RAD.

✧ He hadn’t seen you the last 5 days of the week, but after the weekend comes to an end and he finally gets to have a class with you at RAD he’s going to start freaking out a little.

✧ He hadn’t seen you at breakfast or dinner, wich was odd to him but he assumed you just went somewhere else.

✧ He immediately realized that wasn’t the case when he saw you sitting at the table you two shared in devildom history class.

“MC! What’s wrong” he’s immediately scanning you up and down, taking a mental note of how exhausted you look along with the fact that you look like you’ve lost weight. “Oh hi Asmo. nothings wrong” you shrug and turn back to your notebook.

✧ He also noticed that fact that you try and hide your face a little from him.

✧ But that won’t do, he hasn’t seen your face for 5 whole days. Wich is far too long for his liking.

“No, we’re not doing that. I haven’t seen your pretty face in five days. Five whole days! Were you even at RAD the last three days last week?” He places his hand over yours as he speaks. “No, I stayed home… I got my work from a friend” you reply, still looking away. “MC… something’s clearly wrong. You can tell me, I promise whatever it is that’s making you neglect your health we can fix. You should know how important it is to take care of yourself!”

✧ You sigh, debating on whether you should tell him or not.

✧ Ultimately, you decide that if one person can help you it’s probably Asmo.

“I guess I just… didn’t really feel good. I still don’t. I mean, the lack of sun down here really isn’t helping my skin at all. And I’ve been so tired from having so much homework. Not to mention Lucifer just added more chores for me to do. I guess I’ve just felt so… ugly. I don’t even want to be here right now.” You can feel tears form in your eyes as you fight to push them back.

✧ Asmo just pauses for a second. He realizes you are going through the same thing he has before.

✧ He places his hand gently on your cheek, making you look at him.

“Oh MC, you should have told me” he has a look. Of genuine concern on his face as he places bother hands on your cheeks. “I know how you feel, believe it or not even the beautiful avatar of lust has off days.” He smiles slightly at you. “That’s no reason to neglect your health though, now let’s go. We’re gonna go home and have a very long spa day… and night, we’re having a sleepover too”

✧ He smiles brightly and takes your hand, almost dragging you out of the classroom with him.

“Won’t Lucifer get mad? We still have like three quarters of the day left” Asmo just chuckles as you make your way out. “I’ll deal with him later.”

Beel

✧ Yeah you’re not gonna get away with not eating with him. He notices the first day you’re not at dinner and he’s immediately worried.

✧ The only way you really could is by telling him you have food with you when you really don’t.

✧ Until he notices you haven’t come out of your room either. Then he’s even more concerned.

✧ You’d probably be alone for a 4 days before he checks on you in your room.

“MC… you haven’t been at dinner… or breakfast… and I haven’t even seen you eat lunch” he pouts slightly when he sees you laying in your bed. Your DDD is on and in your hand but you’re clearly not paying attention. “Hmm? Just haven’t been hungry” you mumble and sit up.

✧ He’s definitely internally freaking out when he sees you. You’ve clearly lost weight, and to him that’s probably the worst thing imaginable to happen to the human.

“MC! You don’t look good at all…” he’s surprised and worried at the same time. “What’s wrong? You can tell me” you shrug before speaking “I don’t really know… I just lost my appetite. I haven’t been able to sleep to well either, it’s been kinda hard to get out of bed.” You look down, a little embarrassed to admit it.

He sits down on the edge of the bed and nods as you talk. “You should have told me, i would have tried to help sooner…” he’s almost a little disappointed with himself that he didn’t come and help before.

✧ You talk with him a little more, explaining your situation.

✧ Eventually he offers to carry you to the kitchen with him and you agree, deciding that next time you feel this way you’ll ask for help so you don’t worry Beel.

Belphie

✧ Again, as much as I love him he doesn’t notice at all. He also doesn’t care as much either.

✧ You’ve probably been missing from meals for a week by now and nobody’s seen you around the house.

✧ Belphie has a habit of falling asleep at the table after only eating half of his food, so he doesn’t always remember who exactly was there.

✧ He notices when he’s going around other peoples dreams.

✧ He has a habit of using his powers to go through each of his brother’s dreams at night, making sure there’s no nightmares and that they’re all asleep. None of them know of course (Lucifer does, but he doesn’t mind. He almost thinks it’s sweet that Belphie actually cares about his brothers in some way)

✧ You don’t know either. But you haven’t been sleeping at night, and Belphies noticed. He hasn’t been in your dreams lately and he only realized when he had a thought that he was missing something.

✧ He’s always liked going into your dreams, he liked seeing how your dreams were mostly of him and his brothers. So when he realized he hasn’t been in one for quite a while he’s concerned.

✧ He does the one thing he hates the most, he wakes up in the middle of the night for you.

✧ He immediately makes his way to your room, not bothering to knock as he walks in

“Why haven’t you been sleeping?” He immediately asks when he enters. You’re sitting up in your bed, reading a book. “I can’t sleep, I’ve tried everything. I can’t eat either. I think I’m just rotting away in my bed.”

✧ He can’t help but sigh. He can see that you’re exhausted and that you’ve clearly lost weight.

“Move over” he says simply as he moves to crawl into your bed. “Put your book away too.” You raise a brow at him but do what he says anyway. He clicks off the light and pulls you in close to him.

“What are you doing?” You immediately ask. “Helping you sleep. I can do that you know, you should have come to me earlier.” You roll your eyes slightly before enjoying his comforting embrace.

“Oh, and you’re gonna eat tomorrow too. If you really feel like you can’t, I promise to help… somehow”

✧ You sigh contently and nod. He places his hand over your eyes a you feel a weird wave of tiredness overtake you. Just before you fall asleep you hear him mumble something.

“Don’t do that again… you had me worried”

[koolades-world]

Hellooo

I really need a fic abt dis rn, my brain is just so 🫨

So, if it's fine, could u do something abt the brothers with an mc who base their worthiness on scores and grades? Like, if mc gets a bad score and grades, they'd constantly feel Worthless and would isolate themselves from everyone. They'd also skip meals and oversleep, feeling like everyone's disappointed at them.

Thank youu!-

hi! yes, of course!

writing this while wearing fake nails that'll hopefully pop off soon haha so if there's spelling mistakes where only one letter missing, that's because i didn't hit the key hard enough with my nail lol

enjoy :)

Mc who bases their worthiness on grades

Lucifer

while he doesn’t pick up immediately, he noticed after you got a bad test score, you’d not be around as much, like meal times

he puts two and two together, and gently confronts you

he offers you help with your work and studying, if that’s what you want, or just his support

either way, you’ve secured exclusive access to his room for peace, quiet, and his encouragement

Mammon

since he spends so much time around you, he catches on quickly

while his bad grades bounce off him, he can see how hard you take it when he tries to joke with you about it to make you feel better

while it’s hard for him to be real with you, he lets you know you’ll forever be the hardest working person he’ll ever know

you’re so resilient and for someone who’s been thrown into a strange world, you’re doing amazing. his late night snack runs always have your favorite in it now

Levi

while you never directly told him, he kind of saw his own self destructive habits in you

at first he’s not sure what to do

does he mention it outright? eventually he got so upset seeing you like that, he blurted it all out

in this, he tells you just how much he cares about you and now he’s a flustered mess

Satan

despite how well he does, he always feels like he's living in the shadow of lucifer and how smart he is. it's part of the reason he picked up reading: to learn and differentiate himself from lucifer

belphie can put him to shame when he just tries and he hates that

he really understands how you feel and is quick to tell you while it’s not abnormal to feel, he understands you

he knows it’s not a healthy habit and he wants to work through it together with you

Asmo

he knows despite outer appearances, not everything can be as it seems

he notices your self care seems to wane around the times you do poorly in class

when this happens, he marches down to your room with a self are lit in hands and demands you relax because he knows you’re so much more than a grade

he just wants you to know to and he’ll do whatever it takes to make you see you how he sees you

Beel

the first time he sees you haven’t eaten in at least a day, he’s quick to offer you something to eat

he’s not sure why you seem to be trying to avoid the question or say no politely

eventually, once he learns, he sweeps you into a giant hug and he lets you know you’re more than just the letter or number attached to your work

he knows you try so hard, and as long as you don’t give up, you’re going to be alright. everyone has their off days and he’s going to do his best to make those days better for you

Belphie

when you begin to join him in progressively getting up later and later in the morning, he knows something is wrong

one morning, after everyone has left, he’ll hop in bed with you and gently talk to you about what’s been going on while hugging you

he offers you help with your work and tells you a grade doesn’t define you in relation to how other see you, especially him

he’s in no place to judge and he knows sometimes all people need is a helping hand from a loved one

[zuyoo]

linger, one-shot. ﹙ nagi & gn!reader ﹚ 비애

CONTENT WARNING — clueless nagi, (open-ended) angst, misleading actions, images used are not face claims but rather used as a reference to visualize a scenario. enjoy reading !!!! :D

SYNOPSIS — you’re in love with your best friend, nagi seishiro, who is oblivious of your feelings but treats you well more than just a friend

ZUYOO’S NOTES — noOOoO 10 images limit on tumblr mobile app ( ꒦ິ ཀ ꒦ິ ) word count is probably a little over 1000 if not more than that.. ok ily enjoy reading MWAAA

p.s. i love u, everyone who leaves feedback and/or reactions with all my life :DD it just makes me feel so motivated in writing, thank you all sm!!

it started with one message, which lead to another… then another… then more. you two instantly clicked right after being attending the same club in your university. you’ve seen him before, and thought that he looked hard to approach—since he’s always on his phone, barely talks, and is always either practicing, in class, or out of reach (in his dorm)

you two grew close after talking about similar interests, and it didn’t take too long for you to develop feelings for him. i mean… how could you not when he has treated you way better than any other man who’s walked out of you life?

he messages you on a daily basis, doesn’t hesitate to come over and take care of you when you tell him that you aren’t feeling well, treats you to meals, drives you home, tries new hobbies because you told him you like those.

nagi has the looks, the talent, the brain, the skill, the body that a girl could ask for. you’re simply lucky enough to be near his presence—and oh boy how all the girls that see you two together makes you feel it.

their glares and side glances sharp as a knife, it gave you goosebumps all over. but you eventually paid no mind to their stares, the only thing that mattered at the moment is how you’d spend your day with nagi!

it’s been three years since your first interaction with him, and you two haven’t changed a thing. take it with a grain of salt. yes, you two still treat each other the same way, and no, he is not your anything—just a friend.

he’s such a fish to catch that you’re surprised why he’s still not seeing anyone at this point. maybe there was some point that you’ve thought about how there could be possibility that he could like you the way you like him, which is stopping him from seeing anyone else.

or maybe his actions has raised your hopes up and made you delusional. how could you know? you’ve been friends for three whole years now, yet you still can’t read him.

he left you on delivered? that’s new. well- it was bound to happen. it’s not like he’s obligated to reply or at least leave a reaction… right? right. you’re his best friend. nothing more, nothing less.

but what could he be doing? it’s a sunday. he doesn’t have practice, and the term just started. he couldn’t have had any assessments he needed to finish.

your questions were quickly answered once you’ve opened up your twitter app and found someone unfamiliar in your timeline.

“pfft—this happens all the time.” you say. “and they’re always fake.”

and how you wished you were right.

“oh.” was everything you could let out, as if that one tweet didn’t break your heart into pieces. you were glad he’s finally seeing someone—but at the same time, you had hoped that it was just a misunderstanding, that he’s actually maggy’s cousin… or something! just not her suitor. even though the signs are as clear as day.

it was petty, and this- this will hurt you, and it’ll hurt bad. so you had no other choice but to try and distance yourself away from him as much as possible, to save yourself and to respect who he’s been seeing. it was for the better… but—he was making it hard.

nagi’s completely clueless!

you didn’t know whether to laugh it out because of how oblivious he is. does he not realize what he’s doing to you?

at this point, you start to realize how none of it was your fault in the first place. you couldn’t control you feelings, and it certainly didn’t help that nagi treats you way too well.

even so, you could never blame him. it could just be in his nature, to be kind, lovable, and to be the pinnacle of a girl’s dream. and you were the one at fault because you’re taking advantage of his kindness to satisfy your curiosity regarding what it felt like being handled with genuine care, only for it to backfire—seeing that you actually fell for him big time.

still, that wasn’t your first train of thought when you met him. you genuinely wanted to be friends because he seemed like a cool guy. it just so happens that your heart begun to agitate more and more everyday when you’re with him.

or maybe it was maggy’s fau—oh my god, make up your mind, yn!!

“let’s not put the blame on everyone. whatever happened, happened. none of it matters now. i just have to get myself out of this mess… then i’ll be back to same, old me. right.” you thought to yourself.

you have been ignoring nagi for the past three days, leaving him on delivered, and practically scrambling away when you see him in the hallways—or everywhere, actually.

did you tell him why you’re doing this? no, why would you?

does he care? a lot, as a friend, most likely.

he’s been trying to reach you for the past 3 days, while you were off running everywhere but to the places you and nagi went to together, which is hard because you’ve both been to every cafe, every movie theater, every arcade, every mall your city could offer.

there was this one place you two haven’t been in yet. it was perfect for admiring the view below, or simply a place to just clear your mind.

you planned on going there after classes were over, and it made you quite excited. you were supposed to go here with nagi but… you know, things happened. nonetheless, you wanted to enjoy this, even if it meant not being able to bring nagi with you.

after class ended, you bid your farewell to your friends before getting into a cab and going to the rooftop lounge that recently just opened.

you opened the door that leads to the lounge and was surprised by what greeted you at the door.

it was nagi, with maggy. their hands intertwined as they admire the city.

ouch. seeing them like that felt like ten thousand trains running me over.

you were about to leave when you heard her call for your name. you froze on the spot, a course of thoughts ran through your brain on whether to run for it, or play a good face and not ignore her calls.

“y/n! come join us.”

you made the decision to turn around and approach them instead… she waved and smiled at you. god—how can you make such a lovely woman?!

it was too late to run anyways, you felt their eyes on you when you froze by the door, it would be far too embarrassing to just leave with them knowing that you heard maggy call for you.

“hey, i couldn’t reach you.”

nagi greeted. you briefly glanced into his eyes and gave him a smile before breaking eye contact. you could barely look into his eyes—you might burst out crying if you stare any longer.

“i was busy.”

you replied, dryly. you really were busy; busy with assessments, busy distracting yourself from your feelings, busy doing whatever it takes to forget about nagi… but if you two keep meeting like this—and if he keeps trying to talk to you, it will pose a challenge for you to fully move on.

why do you have to let it linger? you ask him in your mind as if he could read it. his constant concern for your wellbeing, his actions towards you, his daily messages checking up on whether you’ve eaten your meals yet—why does he have to let your feelings for him linger?

unknowingly, sure. but has he have not a single clue on why you’ve been distancing yourself? on why you haven’t been hanging around much?

you missed him, really. but this was the perfect distance for you both. he can keep reaching out until the day he gets sick of it; but as much as you want to respond to him, you can’t—you shouldn’t.

the following months were practically the hell. you’ve completely cut off contact with him (you ghosted him, basically) and was buried in a never-ending cycle of homework and projects, leaving no time for anything else.

when the semester ended, your friend, bachira, invited you to his party. he noticed that you were completely restless and said that you needed to loosen up a little.

it was 12 in the evening but the party has just begun—you could consider yourself a fan of staying at home in my comfy pajamas and old indie movies, rather than a party ‘til sunrise & drink ‘til you drop type of person… which lead you to excusing yourself out of the room with flashing lights and booming music to find somewhere else more peaceful to drink.

you found yourself on a huge balcony with a red cup on your hand. thank the gods that the doors muffles out the noise coming from the inside.

this was just right. and honestly what you needed. all that workload from the past few weeks has been killing you.

what you didn’t expect was for someone to break the silence you gave yourself.

“it was about time i saw you again. and out of all the places i thought i would see you in, a party was not one of them.”

nagi spoke nonchalantly. his sudden interjection jolted you out of your own thoughts. it’s been about six months since you’ve broke off contact with him. hell, you could barely remember his voice.

“oh fuc-… ah. i’m sorry- i should find another place.”

“no. stay. you owe me an explanation.”

maybe it was just you, but given where this conversation is headed… he sounded intimidating. his voice didn’t change much, perhaps it didn’t change at all, but you heard the sharpness of his words and felt the need to comply to whatever he says.

“sorry.”

“sorry doesn’t cut it, y’know?”

he lightly chuckled before mixing his drink around his own red cup that he brought.

“right… sorry. but, how are you? how’s maggy?”

“ah. it didn’t work out. she’s nice but it really isn’t working out for us.”

“oh. sorry.”

that was a surprise. you thought they’d still be all lovey-dovey with each other. maggy is a lovely girl, what could’ve gotten wrong?

“another apology and i’ll keep bothering you. you wouldn’t like that won’t you? considering how you’ve completely ghosted me for 6 months without an explanation or even a subtle hint of why you did it? right?”

“hey-!”

okay… maybe he hasn’t changed that much. he still holds his grudges. nagi broke eye contact and looked up to the moon with this… yearning look on his face—he looked so pretty, it was pathetic!!

a sigh left your lips before nervously starting to explain you side, since you felt like he really needed to know why. plus, it was a good chance to let go of that burden.

maybe a confession was nagi’s needed closure, and your way of letting go of the guilt of knowing you’ve randomly disappeared in his life without him even knowing anything.

“i like… liked. you, nagi. more than a friend should’ve.”

“what?”

his actions came to a halt. oh, he was THAT clueless

“aha—yeah… but then there came maggy. she was such a lovely person, and i know you deserved to be loved like that. i should’ve been happy for you, but i really couldn’t bring myself to. it hurts seeing my best friend whom i’ve liked for the longest time smile because of a person they’re romantically involved with, y’know?”

you weren’t able to find the strength to look at him as you explained, but it felt like a weight was lifted off of your shoulders after.

“i-”

“no, don’t say anything. i just really needed to let that out… for your sake, and mine. i also wanted to thank you. y’know—for everything. you’ve been a great best friend, nagi.”

“okay but-”

he didn’t get to say whatever he wanted to say because the door that leads to the party suddenly opened, revealing a tipsy bachira.

“y/n!! here you are~ and nagi too!!”

bachira gleefully said before dragging y/n back inside, leaving nagi alone in the balcony.

he watched your figure get lost in the crowd of people partying without end, saying:

“ah-… i liked you…too?”

© zuyoo — do not copy, plagiarize, or translate my work without my permission. i only upload my work in tumblr.

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running back 2 u

enemies to lovers — football player! ajax x sports med! gn reader

part 2 part 3

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story: you and ajax have known each other since elementary school. those years haven’t been always the best, as you both parted ways due to your differences in personality. that is, until one hot august night, where the stadium lights illuminate the turf, you find yourself running back to him again.

notes: enemies to lovers, modern au, gender neutral reader, childe is referred to as ajax, last name tartaglia, american football, all characters are 18+ as seniors, highschool setting, use of american education system, reader is in a sports medicine class (if you don’t know what that is it’s basically students that help out at school games, usually water girls/boys/people, assist with injuries) i wrote this with the pov of the reader being a POC but if you’re not just disregard when i say white and stuff lmao + part 1/?, title is an nct reference, debating eventual smut, kaveh and alhaitham are gay

side characters featured: kaveh, alhaitham (alhaitham x kaveh)

warnings: swearing, vivid depiction/description of injury

★ part 1 of an ongoing series ★

you hated ajax and ajax hated you. that much was safe to say. ever since that incident in 9th grade, you never talked to him, let alone acknowledged him. before that, you both had known each other since elementary school. everybody loved ajax, his teachers, his peers, and even you. he just had that personality that made everyone love him; but you knew him underneath that persona. you knew his flaws and he knew yours. he’d tell you things he’d never tell anyone, he trusted you. but, all good things come to an end. in the summer going into your first year at highschool, you found yourself never wanting to speak to him again. he ultimately became the person you two would make fun of together in prior years. a typical, white, football player. but damn was he a good running back. he used to be so charming, but now he was just a playboy that had a new girl in his bed every week. you hated him for it, you hated the person he became, but you mostly hated how he’d plague your mind like a disease.

the day of the game finally came. you and kaveh both wore your school’s varsity jackets and jeans. you guys trudged the god foresaken orange gatorade cooler out to the field for the junior varsity and freshman team. the jv game had just finished, and you began setting up for the varsity game.

“y/n, i can tell you’re scared about ajax.”

“wow kaveh, you’re sooo observant.” you said sarcastically as you both were now in the utility room, filling the water bottles for the players.

“listen, you probably won’t even have to talk to him. as much as he likes to talk behind your back, he’s scared of you. you literally know EVERYTHING about him, you could ruin his reputation in milliseconds.” kaveh had a point. you knew his deepest and darkest secrets, but he unfortunately knew yours as well. you screwed the last lid of the water bottle on tighter than usual as you responded.

“thanks kaveh, but promise me you’ll be the one giving him his water, not me.” kaveh laughed as you said this.

“i’d actually be more than happy too! he’s pretty fine anyways…”

“kaveh— please.” you sighed as kaveh only laughed louder. you walked out to the field, the sky a pretty hue of pink as the jv players left and students filed in the bleachers for the real game. you made your way to the bench, right next to the field and placed the water bottle trays down, as cheering filled the stadium, you both looked behind you.

“ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, our undefeated, five-time league winners, the varsity football team!” the announcer said as the cheers only got louder. the varsity boys ran onto the field, ajax leading the team. you rolled your eyes. you’d admit, he looked good in the navy blue and white jersey, adorning the number 11. ajax was the captain and star of the team, his stats practically outdid any other running back in the county. he ranked first for almost every category, he was a good running back, you’d give him that at least. but at that moment, a feeling came over you. you felt jealous. jealous of the new cheerleader girl he was seeing, jealous of his success, you irrevocably hated him.

“god alhaitham looks good.” kaveh said, very much distracted when they began to sing the national anthem.

“you’re shameless, kaveh.”

“well, the national anthem definitely did not include gay people so…”

the game began, and the annoying and repetitive chants from the cheerleaders almost got stuck in your head. they even had a special one for their glorious star boy tartaglia! you could give zero fucks about him and his stupid chant, but you couldn’t help but notice him staring you down as the rival team took a time out. he gulped his water, sweat dripping from his slicked-back hair, before returning back to the field. as promised, it was kaveh’s job to offer him water, not yours. when one team scored, the other followed suit, the game was neck and neck. watching ajax skillfully receive alhaitham’s (the quarterback) throws and run it was something you could watch all day. but you hated him, so you pretended to look busy every time the home team ran a point. it was halftime now, and you and kaveh hung around the bench. they were up by only two points, it was practically anyone’s game, but that’s what makes the epic highs and lows of highschool football, right?

“swear to god, ajax keeps looking at you.” kaveh whispered to you as you refilled the green water bottles. the boys went into the team room as you and kaveh stayed outside. ajax’s fan girls in the stands had finally calmed down. you just looked at him and looked away as you continued to fill up the water. “like, every time he scores a touch down, he’ll do his stupid little celebration and he’ll glance over here—and then i’d look at you, and of course—‘oh, she’s trying to look distracted and pretend to not care again!’.” kaveh rolled his eyes at you, looking at you for an answer. “you still care about him, don’t you?” this time, you didn’t look at him and just stared at the bottle.

“yeah, like i’d give two shits about the school fuck boy. it’s just, i can’t help but remember how he used to be, that’s all.” it was a blatant lie, and kaveh knew. but he decided to stop pressing where it hurts. and just like that, half time was over and the team looked spent, but they still had 30 minutes to clutch. the cheers started up again. another touchdown, and chants of his name were the only things heard in the stadium. you felt surrounded. you just wanted to go home.

finally, the seventh minute began. the scoreboard emitting a soft glow displayed both home and away teams tied. everyone on the bleachers were all sat for these final minutes. including you. you watched intently with kaveh and your sports med teacher on the bench as they hiked the ball.

“alhaitham, number 9 is going for a throw,” the commentator’s voice reverberated through the field. alhaitham spots ajax, right on the 30 yard line, centered on the field. alhaitham takes a couple steps back and throws, the ball spins with accuracy. the crowd and kaveh all cheer.

“a dot! per usual from quarter back alhaitham, how many yards can their star running back score for the team!” ajax grabbed the ball and went for a right hook, swiftly dodging the defenders. he only got faster and faster as the cheers grew louder. he hooked right, and made his way for that touch down line.

“ajax! ajax! ajax!” the crowd chanted as kaveh and your teacher were now standing. you watched him closely, all of a sudden remembering back to when the two of you competed in your middle school’s flag football tournament. he had signed you up without you knowing, and you both somehow cinched first place.

“oh my god—” kaveh’s gasp snapped you out of your thoughts, as you looked onto the field.

the bleachers were silent now. ajax laid on his side, clutching his knee. the ball was long forgotten now.

“it appears number 11 is down.” the commentator remarked. your heart sank to your ass. you knew that knee injuries could fuck up anyone’s career in seconds. especially a running back’s. before you knew it, you were standing, your teacher yelled something to kaveh as he began running toward him to see what happened, you stood frozen. the cries of his fan girls behind you were the only things you could hear, kaveh was trying to tell you something, but you kept looking at ajax’s writhing body and back to kaveh, and back to ajax, and now at the rival team, and back to kaveh.

“y/n! are you listening? this is serious!” kaveh’s voice was almost a yell.

“i-i’m sorry, what do you need me to do?” you blinked a couple times.

“get the ice pack!” he yelled as kaveh made his way to the scene, the rival team went back to their bench as they were in small groups, most likely talking about what happened. you grabbed the ice pack from the cooler and ran over. his eyes were screwed shut as he cursed loudly, your teacher asking where it hurt.

“ah fuck, my knee! motherfu—” ajax bit back his curses with the back of his hand. your teacher radioed for a golf cart, which made you confused because you’d think someone would be calling 911.

“shouldn’t we be calling an ambulance..?” alhaitham asked, kneeling next to kaveh and ajax’s head. kaveh visibly looked flustered.

“y-yeah. we should! as a matter of fact, why don’t i just call them right—” your teacher cut kaveh off as he interjected.

“it’s a torn acl, if we call an ambulance right now, all they’ll do is give him some ice and painkillers which we very much have. we’re not spending 6k for an ice pack. save that money for the surgery.” your teacher remarked.

“the what..?” ajax looked at him with wide eyes as a campus supervisor came with a golf cart, the crowd was at a stand still.

“kaveh, stay here and take over for me. y/n, come with me.” you knew ajax’s injury was nothing life threatening, but you couldn’t help but worry for his future. you nodded your head as you and your teacher got into the front seat of the golf cart, cursing kaveh in your head, wishing it was him to take your place. ajax’s teammates carefully laid him on the golf cart and he cursed at them to be more careful. you rolled your eyes.

“ajax, we’re gonna need you to talk to us, we can’t have you passing out.” your teacher drove the golf cart to the recovery room, making sure to drive slowly over any bumps.

“you want me to talk? well, a torn acl is gonna ruin my goddamn career—fuck!” the golf cart jerked forward a little, making him curse.

“it’s probably not completely torn, ajax. you’ll recover in no time.” your teacher said.

“you’ll probably be out for the season.” you added, you couldn’t help but add a little salt in the wound.

“you’ll be out for the fucking year if you don’t shut the fuck up.” ajax snapped back at you.

“you need some ice dipshit?” you turned around with the ice pack and tossed it onto his knee, making him yell out in pain.

“what the FUCK is wrong with you—” he yelped in pain again, you just rolled your eyes.

“y/n! cut it out! you too, ajax. we’re here.” the teacher took the key out of the golf cart and looked at you. “i need to call his parents and file a report for the insurance, i’m trusting you to patch any cuts and tape his knee for the time being. keep the ice on it—and please don’t assault him.” your teacher was already on their way as they headed towards the office. you didn’t even get a minute to protest.

“no fucking way they just left me with this loser.” ajax scoffed from the back seat of the golf cart.

“at least my knee still works.” you grabbed the key and unlocked the recovery room, it had a couple of medical beds and cabinets filled with all kinds of medical equipment. you turned the lights on as you heard ajax outside yell.

“now you’re just leaving me? jesus, i couldn’t have asked for someone better to help me.” you ignored him as that was not what you were doing. you went to the smaller room in the back to get a wheelchair to get him onto one of the beds. you walked back outside, ajax’s face turned from one of pain to an angered look the minute you stepped outside. you wheeled the wheel chair to him.

“get on.” you said with little to no remorse.

“yeah let me just fly onto the fucking wheel chair why not. can you help me?” ajax yelled as he tried to sit up straight on the back seat. you scoffed and somehow got him onto the wheel chair. you both were silent, but you knew when ajax went quiet, he was overthinking. you knew he was thinking about what he’d do with his injury. you decided to give him something else to think about.

“it’s not that bad ajax. you survived skateboarding into a brick wall, i’m sure you’ll be fine.” you brought up an old memory the both of you shared.

“everyone saw. even the fucking scouters—i’m done for.” your words seemed to fly past his head. almost like he forgot about you and his’ history. you helped him onto the medical bed and made him sit straight so you could tape his knee. you went into the back room to get more ice. from the main room, you heard him start talking again.

“when i ran into that brick wall, you were the only one there. i didn’t have scouters that could get me d1 scholarships.” he remarked. he did remember at least. you came back with a roll of medical tape and some ice.

“you need to roll you pants up past your knee.” you went for the straight forward route as anything else would’ve gotten too awkward.

“yeah no fucking way that’s happening, cut it off for all i care.” you figured getting the leg of the pants over his injury wouldn’t be the most best of things, so you grabbed a pair of scissors and cut his pants just above his thigh. he hissed in pain even though you didn’t even touch it. he was always this dramatic, you thought to yourself. you unrolled the pieces of tape and got to work. if ajax was good at football, you were the best at sports medicine. you knew how to wrap an ankle like second nature—a big part of the reason why your teacher asked you to assist, not kaveh. he went quiet again, and you’d much rather have him yelling at you than overthinking the situation after all this.

“how’s teucer?” you asked as he hissed whenever you’d place a piece of tape on his knee.

“w-why do you care? can you be any more gentle?” you looked up at him and kept working. you weren’t any gentler, you just worked slower to make it look like you were. he fell for it easily.

“he’s fine. he just graduated elementary—ow, school.” he responded after a minute passed.

“that’s good.” you said in quieter-than-usual tone. you couldn’t deny it was still awkward between you two. you hadn’t had a conversation like this in practically years, and you never thought you would have to. “so what exactly happened out there? you trip or something?” you knew he didn’t trip. you also knew that ajax had a tendency to overestimate himself, overall causing him more harm than good.

“the turf must’ve been off.” he said looking away. ajax was well aware he let himself get cocky. it was the final minutes of the game and he wanted to end it off strong. in doing so, he got himself a torn acl. good going ajax.

“mhm..”

“what? don’t believe me?” before you could answer the question, your teacher walked in. the first thing ajax asked was if they won the game or not. his “half touchdown” didn’t count, leaving them still tied.

“we won. but it was still a close call.”

ajax looked like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. he was already upset with his injury, and a loss especially with their title as undefeated would be 10x worse. you tried to look normal, but in truth, you were a little happy for the team. after all, you had some sense of school pride.

“your mom is outside. i’ve talked to her already and explained the injury in length. please focus on resting, then let’s talk about your next games.” with that, your teacher left you both alone again.

“can you walk?” you asked.

“i’ll try.” he said wincing as he got up. you went to his side and put his arm around you. it was silent. you helped him to the parking lot, occasional swears were heard from him. you said his mom waiting outside of the car.

“oh sweetie!” ajax’s mom held him tightly.

“hi mom, i’m fine.” his words were muffled into her shoulder.

“oh goodness, let’s get you in the car!” she helped him into the passanger seat. they spoke to each other in russian, it sounded like he was getting scolded. it was none of your business anyway. after doing so, she came back out.

“y/n? i remember you!” she said, giving you a hug.

“hi mrs tartaglia.” ajax’s mom had a soft spot for you. she’d always pack you extra food, and would never fail to treat you like one of her own, it made you happy. due to the circumstances, you hadn’t seen her in what felt like years.

“how’ve you been? we’ve missed you!” her hand stayed on your shoulder, her voice was genuine. but who exactly did she mean by “we”?

“i’ve been alright, thanks for asking.”

“ajax still talks about you, you should come over some time! teucer and tonia miss you!”

huh?

did you hear that right?

maybe it she didn’t actually mean it like that, why would ajax still be talking about you?

ajax rolled down the window and stuck his head out.

“mom i’m hurting let’s go.” he half shouted.

“alright, alright. i’ll see you soon hopefully, y/n! thank you for looking after ajax!” she said with a warm smile as she got back in the car before you could say a word. you simply waved and smiled back at her. you glanced over for a second, seeing ajax on his phone. you didn’t understand. did ajax really stil talk about you? you’d have a lot to tell kaveh..

the two of them left the parking lot in their black tahoe suv. you just stood and watched. you cursed to yourself. you couldn’t understand why ajax’s words pulled at your heartstrings a little. you were confused. and things would only get more confusing from there.

-> part 2

[twilghtkoo]

ride: rendezvous [part two] jjk

“where we going?” “you’ll see.”

summary. you’re having one of the worst days so jungkook takes you to his favorite place

pairings. biker!jungkook x reader (f)

genres/aus. fluff, comfort, s2l, f2l, college au

warnings. slight peek of popular!jk, reader has anxiety, mentions of a panic attack

word count.

notes. this series is in chronological order so this is a bit after their first date!! a scene that i wrote is inspired by a tiktok i saw 🛐 guys i was deadass when i said i keep seeing motorcycle tiktoks on my fyp T__T it was so random but my brain somehow connected it to jungkook, anyway !!! stream still with you and likes/reblogs are appreciated >_<

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you failed.

you failed the test.

you stared at your laptop screen, the big, bold, red colored fifty-nine almost mocking you in a sense. if the nine grew a pair of eyes and a mouth it’d be laughing at you right now.

you don’t get it. you’ve studied for this test, knowing it’d play a big part in your overall grade, and you still managed to flunk it.

tears started to form, blurring your vision, before you remember that you’re in the library that occupy other fellow students that don’t need to see a mental breakdown and a forming anxiety attack. even though they probably would’ve understood. you shut your laptop and shove the electronic inside your bag, standing up to push your chair in to make your way to the exit doors.

jungkook isn’t here with you today. he was working on a project with a couple of his classmates somewhere on campus, you can’t remember his text.

and although you wish you could just dial his number and cry to him, you don’t. no matter how bad your chest is tightening. instead, just taking the bus home and already deciding to have a crying session with your pillows.

-

“see you later jeon.”

jungkook waves one last time to namjoon and taehyung, his classmates, before he heads in the opposite direction. shoving his hands in the front of his jean pockets as he takes his time to walk to the campus’s parking garage.

he can feel the stares of the people who pass by but he ignores them.

he’s reminded of the one girl who’s been on his mind and he pulls his phone out to see if he’s gotten any notifications from you. but there’s none.

that’s strange. he pouts at his screen, only a few notifications being emails from his teachers and some from social media. but they don’t speak out to him the way yours do. he’s familiar with your schedule so he knows you’re out of class already. you usually text him to tell him how your class went and spam his tiktok with a dozen of tiktoks— he watches them all by the way.

before he concerns any further, his phone dings and he freezes.

“oh, jungkook!” a girl shouts from behind him, waving to get his attention. quickly glancing at her before he starts to pick up his pace. is she from one of his classes? he can’t remember.

he gives a tight lipped smile before he starts jogging. “can’t talk right now.”

yn 👑

ur out of class aren’t u, can u come over? ;-;

-

you got home about an hour ago and you still haven’t broke down. the heavy weight on your chest was becoming too much, but why won’t your body let you give out.

you groan out loud, turning over on your bed and clutching your plushie that looks like it’s been through hell and back— you’ve had it since you were a kid, okay— tighter against your chest. hoping it’ll ease the pain in your chest.

the familiar roar of a motorcycle awakens you and you’re quick to hop on your feet and rush to your door.

by the time you open your front door jungkook was just walking towards you.

“hey princess, eager to see me?” he chuckles, brushing back the strands of hair from his forehead with his tatted hand. it’s the same strands that have you itch to brush them yourself. an action that seemed too intimate, you weren’t sure if you could handle that. but you wanted to test the waters.

not trusting what you would say if you opened your mouth so you nod.

“you okay? anything happened today?” he asks while stepping into your home after you told him to come in. it’s not the first he’s been inside your home, your safe space that surrounds colors, photos and a scent that screamed you.

from his questions, the tightening feeling in your chest returned and you wince.

your fists are by your sides, opening and closing.

“i think i’m okay, i don’t know. and yeah, something did happen.” you responded softly. he observes the way your eyes dodge his and lower at his feet. something was definitely clouding your mind.

he sighs. “wanna come with me somewhere? you can tell me when we get there, if you want.”

“where we going?” you ask, as you get yourself comfortable behind him, before circling your arms around him.

he kicks the kickstand off, turning his head with his helmet on. “you’ll see.” revving the throttle as you both head to your destination.

-

“a park,” you giggled. “are you healing your inner child?”

he smirks at you, helping you with your helmet. since your first date, every time you are on his bike he becomes so attentive towards you.

“no, but i thought we could go on the swings and if you’re comfortable enough you can tell me who or what made you sad.”

your eyes dance over to the vacant playground behind him and back up to his eyes that are studying yours.

“you gonna beat up somebody for me?” you joke, but his face remains the same but with amusement behind his orbs.

“yah,” you nudge his side with your finger making him break his tough side, finally breaking out into a smile. the mole under his bottom lip reveals itself and you have to fight yourself to not reach on your tippy toes and kiss the beauty mark.

he gently places a hand on your waist, pulling you along with him. “come on, i’ll push you.” he tells you, leading you to the two swings.

you sit on a swing, holding onto the rusty chains as jungkook gets behind you. the mulch underneath you both crunching from his chunky boots.

“don’t push me too hard.” you tell him, a bit scared.

he lets out a laugh, “i won’t, promise.”

jungkook and you fall into a comfortable silence as he pushes you, careful not to push you too high.

“i failed my test.” you confess, you watch your still feet pass by the scenery blur beneath you.

“and i’m mad at myself because i studied so hard for it yet i managed to fail. god, and i don’t even want to see how much it dropped my grade, i literally almost had a panic attack in the library, but i left, and i wanted to contact you but remembered you were with your classmates so i had plans to cry into my pillow and fall into a pit of self-deprecation—“

jungkook grabs hold onto the swings chains to still you. “woah, woah princess, shhh.” he comes around to crouch down in front of you.

jungkook has never comforted someone, never been in a situation where a person in front of him showed their weakness. but you’re different. the way your voice cracked before he cut you off broke something inside him. it was an act of instinct how he’s crouching in front of you, his hands wrapped around the rusty chains next to your hips. he doesn’t know the first thing on how to console someone but for you he’ll learn today.

“do you want my advice or do you want to be held?” he asks you, his eyes raking over your facial features.

you purse your lips, curling your hands into your thighs before shyly answering, “can you hug me?”

he softly chuckles before straightening his legs, his figure towering over you before he envelopes you in a hug. cradling your head close to his chest.

once you were engulfed in the boy who slowly yet managed to warm up to your heart, you let out small cries. your fingers gripping the denim fabric of his jean jacket.

“you can cry princess, i won’t ever judge you.” he mumbles, his large hand brushing your head.

you don’t want to scare him but those words make you cry harder. like you’ve always wanted to hear those words.

-

you gasp, the palm of your hand is covering your mouth as you turn to jungkook. “let’s play rock, paper, scissors.” you suggest, grinning at him.

you cocks an eyebrow, “for?”

“if i win, i get to take your spot and you have to sit behind me. but if you lose…hm..i don’t know.” you laugh.

“i really like you princess, but i won’t let you ride us to our death.”

did your brain even process his words?

you smack him on the shoulder, he doesn’t even flinch. “no, just to sit. please,” you beg, putting your hands together and poking out your bottom lip and batting your eyelashes.

jungkook observes you with a smirk. do you even know that if you weren’t begging he would have said yes to you. because you affect him in that way.

in a way he’ll do anything for you.

he scoffs, letting out sigh and bringing out his hands out of his pockets. “okay.”

-

“rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

you: paper

jungkook: scissors

“two out of three!” you exclaim.

he laughs but accepts it.

“rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

you: rock

jungkook: scissors

“rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

you: scissors

jungkook: paper

“i won, you lose!” you bring your index and middle finger to cut his imaginary paper that’s his hand before jumping up and down.

he shakes his head. “you win,” he states, taking a step closer and leaning in.

“hop on, loser.” you jog over to his parked bike, throwing your leg over the seat to sit. you lean forward to grab the hand clutches with a big smile on your face.

“vroom, vroom,” you mimic the sound of the bike coming to life in an adorable way that has jungkook turning his head so you don’t see the goofy smile on his face. the way your figure looks tiny on the seat of his usual spot compared to him. your feet can barely even touch the ground.

he reaches in the front of his pant pocket. “let me take a photo of you.” he spoke, you nod giving him permission.

he quickly snaps a few photos of you before he finally makes his way over to you. leaving a mental note to send them to you and to look over them when he gets home. with one hand placed over your hip he manages to sit behind you. his legs are placed a bit uncomfortable but he doesn’t complain, instead he grabs your waist and squeezes it.

you let out a breathy laugh, “we look so silly right now. my feet can’t even touch the ground.” you wiggle your feet in front of you.

“what if i got a bike?” you ask, dipping your toes in the water. you would never get a bike, but you want to see his reaction.

he shakes his head, the wavy strands framing his face swaying left and right. “definitely not. bikes are dangerous, plus princesses can’t ride bikes.” he tries to reason with you.

you pout your lips, “princess peach does.” you mutter.

he scoffs, “babe, this isn’t mario kart silly. and, i enjoy having you as my backpack.”

[darkeralmond]

ok hear me out, a Jack Hughes smut where they’ve been together for 2 years and his mom finally lets reader stay over but it ends in smut in their basement 👀👀 maybe their like 18? whatever you’re comfortable with 🫶🏼

I AM HEARING U OUT SO HARD!! TY FOR THE REQUEST ILY!! ❤️❤️

Plans & Rewards

Jack Hughes x fem! reader

synopsis: jack and you have been dating since sophomore year and you haven’t been over to his house in the 2 years you’ve been dating. his mom finally lets you come over for dinner and you two get freaky in the basement.

warnings: 18+, smut, oral sex (m! & f! receiving), slight hair pulling, small dirty talk, jack being a horny devil

word count: 2.5k

a/n: i’m so happy about this little high school au i have going on! it’s so fun to write and is just overall entertaining for me!!

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It’s been 2 years since you first started dating Jack. It all started sophomore year when your English teacher decided to pair you two up for a project. You ended up growing a big crush on him and he asked you out.

It was the last day of sophomore year and you decided to stay after class to talk to her one last time before summer break. “So, why did you pair Jack and I up?” you asked out of pure curiosity.

“Well, Y/N, I knew Jack had a little thing for you,” she said with a grin on her face.

You giggled, your cheeks flushing red. “How?”

She clasped her hands together and leaned forward onto her desk. “Because teachers know their students, sweetie. Trust me, you’ll be together for a long time. I just know it.”

She was right, they do know their students and you two did stay together for a long time.

Now, it was senior year and your relationship was more than perfect. The one problem was that you’ve never once been to his house. It’s not that they didn’t trust you, it’s that they didn’t trust their son.

They believed he would lose his control and get you pregnant right under the roof of their home. A baby was far from what Jack wanted, for now at least. What they were right about was Jack wanting to hook up.

You guys have had sex already. Whether it be at your house, in his car, or just at parties. Not to mention how much of a dirty texter he was. He was a horny devil, and you loved it.

You were laying in bed finishing up your AP Dual Credit work when you heard your phone suddenly ring. You grabbed it and saw it was a call from Jack. Your smile grew wide as you answered the call. “Hey, baby!”

“Hey!” You could tell he was smiling through the sound of his voice. “I was just calling to let you know that my mom is chill with you staying over for dinner tomorrow night. Are you free?”

You gasped as the smile on your face grew incredibly wide. “Of course I’m free! What time?”

“Around 7, but I’ll pick you up, don’t worry,” he answered. The sound of care in his voice caused butterflies to swarm your stomach.

You nodded your head, “Perfect!” You listened to him laugh on the other line. “I’ve got some work to finish but I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Okay, I love you,” he said.

“I love you too, baby. Bye!” You then hung up the phone and grabbed one of your pillows. You screamed out of excitement and started kicking your feet. You were finally going to have dinner with his parents!

You loved his mom, she was the sweetest person in the world. Jack did something to win over her trust and you were thankful for that.

You walked out of the front door and made your way out to his car which was pulled into your driveway. Your parents weren’t home, but they knew you were going out.

You got into the passenger side and looked over at him. “Hi,” you said. You were wearing a nice red dress and some nice sandals that you had stolen from your mom.

“Hey,” he replied before you two kissed briefly. “You look beautiful as always.”

You shut the car door and giggled, “Well, I need to dress and impress.” He nodded his head in response before pulling out of your house.

The closer you got to his house, the more anxious you got about the dinner. You didn’t have a specific reason, you only had a feeling of worry.

Jack stopped at a red light, looking over at you. He could read you like an open book which meant he could see how stressed you were. “Baby,” he spoke in a low voice and reached out for your hand, giving it a small squeeze. “They like you, you know this.”

You nodded your head. He wouldn’t lie to you, you knew this. “Yeah, I know. I’m just a little nervous,” you confessed, following it up with a nervous giggle.

“I get that,” he said. He then let go of your hand and began driving again when the light turned green. “But I'll be there next to you the whole time.” That made you feel a bit better. What were you so worked up over anyway?

You took a deep breath and got rid of all those nervous jitters. “Plus, I have a plan for us tonight which involves us in the basement.” He glanced over at you and winked. You knew exactly what that plan was just by the look in his eyes, and you weren’t opposed to it at all.

Dinner was good. His mom made cajun pasta which was absolutely divine. His younger brother, Luke, was there at the table with you guys at dinner, obviously playing as the annoying younger brother like usual. You’ve never thought he was annoying though, he was sweet. Jack thought the complete opposite though.

You offered to help Jack and Luke clean up the kitchen after dinner. “Now, you don’t have to do that, dear. You stay right there. You want more to drink?” His mother, Ellen, asked you.

You shook your head and looked over at Jack. “Actually, mom? Is it fine that Y/N and I head down to the basement? I want us to watch a movie.” He glanced down at you then up at his mom again.

She glanced down at you then up and Jack then at her husband then at Jack again. He had a completely innocent look on his face, which was impressive from a guy who just admitted to you an hour prior that he had a plan in that same basement.

After an intense stare down between him and his mom, she finally gave up. “Sure, honey. Netflix and stuff is set up down there,” she sighed.

He smiled widely, “Thanks, mom. I love you.” He looked over at you and winked before heading off to the kitchen to finish up cleaning the dishes with Luke. You giggled as you looked back ahead at his parents.

After a bit of his parents playing 20 questions about your academics and dream colleges, Jack came back to save you. “Alright, we’re heading down now.” He placed his hands on the back of your chair, pulling it out for you to get up.

“Alright,” she smiled before looking up at Jack with a stern expression. “Behave.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled a bit.

You got out of the chair and Jack led you to the basement. Jack let you enter the basement first, you gave him a smile in response. “So, are we really gonna watch a movie?” you asked when he shut the basement door, your eyebrows raised.

He scoffed, “God, no. We can have it on in the background so they don’t hear us.” He grabbed your hand and led you down to the basement area. It was huge and looked like an amazing hang out spot.

“This is nice!” you said, looking around at all the stuff the basement had to offer. There was a large TV with a really large couch facing it, a pool table, an air hockey table, and a mini fridge. “Do you throw parties down here or some shit like that?”

He laughed, “Luke uses it more than Quinn and I do, but pretty much.” He sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote. You sat next to him and waited for him to pull up Netflix. “What should we watch?” He put the word “watch” in quotes.

“Uh,” you hummed in though while looking at all the movies. “Put on like… a rom com or something?” You knew you weren’t going to be paying attention to the movie, but it just seemed the most fitting for whatever sexual thing that was about to happen.

He threw on a random rom com and turned it up a little bit. It was loud enough to mask our voices, not unless you two shouted… or moaned too loud.

He looked over at you and smirked, he glanced down at your lips before kissing you. Your eyes shut as your hands found their way onto the sides of his face. You fixed your position to where it was more comfortable.

His hands ventured down to your waist as he leaned back, making you lay on top of him. You shifted your position again, straddling on top of his lap. He kissed deeper, causing you to moan quietly.

When you finally pulled away, you gasped for air and looked down at him. The smirk never left his features and he looked extremely proud of himself for even managing to get you two down here.

“So,” you cooed. You had a coy expression wiped across your features. “What do you want to do with me?” You were intrigued with whatever plan he had rolled up his sleeve.

“How about I… go down at you? If you can stay quiet.” His words caused your cheeks to burn red and you nodded yes quickly.

You off of him and sat back down on the couch normally. He got off the couch and positioned himself on his knees right in front of you. You helped him pull off your panties and you rolled up the bottom half of your dress, helping him have better access before letting him take control of everything else.

He spread your legs open and wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place. He dipped his tongue inside you, swirling it around before sucking gently on your clit. You were sensitive to the feel of his mouth, your head tilting back as you let out a quiet moan.

He flicked his tongue against your clit, causing the muscles in your thighs to jolt, his arms still able to hold you down.

He took long strokes with his tongue in between your folds until you started to feel yourself tightening. He took an extra slow lick before playing with your clit with his tongue once more.

As your legs continued to shake as the knot in your core grew stronger. “Jack,” you purred. “Go faster. Please!” The knot in your belly was getting tighter by the second.

Your heart rate was starting to pick up along with your sex drive. Your breaths became heavier and more hitched as pleasure pulsed through your body.

His tongue flicked once more, swirling around your swollen bead. His tongue worked its magic and he could tell how much it was satisfying you. You were going to cum any minute now.

He pulled his face out from between your legs and inserted his middle and ring fingers inside you. He pumped them in and out of you slowly, moving them in circles around your hole while his mouth went back to pleasing your clit.

Your breathing hitched and you arched your back, pressing your hips closer to his mouth as your hands dug into his hair. His lips were busy sucking you, and you felt like you were gonna die.

You tried to take deep breaths but your mind was focused only on his mouth sucking you off. “Please, fuck!” you begged. “Don’t stop.”

His fingers sped up a bit as his mouth kept working you off. You came undone with a moderately loud cry as your whole body shivered from the pleasure.

Your walls contracted around his fingers covering them in your juices. As your muscles relaxed, he pulled his fingers out of you and licked the taste of you off his lips. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he muttered before he came back up to kiss you on the lips.

You tasted the mix of his saliva and your fluid as you kissed him. You pulled away and tucked a couple strands of hair behind your ear. Suddenly, you got a wild idea.

“Now,” you said. “I want to reward you for being such a good boyfriend.” He looked like a dog hearing the word “treat”, his head tilted to the side while a wild eye expression spread across his features. “Take a seat.” You patted the spot next to you.

He sat down, oblivious to the idea in your head. You scooted closer to him and pulled back your hair into a ponytail. You unzipped his pants before pulling down his boxers just enough to reveal his dick.

His breath got caught in his throat at the sudden feeling of your hands on his dick. You lowered your mouth into Jack’s shaft, licking at his slit.

He let out a shaky breath as he shuddered. “Fuck,” he groaned, leaning his head back. Your tongue lapped around his tip before you took all of him in your mouth.

You alternated from sucking him off and licking the head of his penis for a few minutes. He was obviously enjoying it since he kept moving his hips off the couch in order to thrust into your mouth. His hand ran through your hair while you sucked him off.

“Y/n…” he groaned, watching your head bob as you continued to blow him. “Your mouth feels fucking amazing…” His praises kept you turned on as the desire of making him feel good was your main goal.

You were able to taste the precum off his tip before he finally came undone. “Shit, I’m gonna cum!” he groaned loudly before he shot a load in your mouth.

You pulled away from his dick after that, wiping the mix of drool and semen off your chin. It was too much for you to swallow so you found the closest tissue box and grabbed a couple tissues to spit into.

You looked back over to Jack while wiping the rest of his mess off your face. He was still sitting there panting, staring at you with a look of satisfaction swept onto his face. “God, you really know how to work that mouth of yours.”

You chuckled softly before looking back at the TV. You could tell he was done by the way he covered his dick with his boxers before zipping his pants back up. You were pretty exhausted yourself, so you grabbed your panties and slid them back on

“You wanna rewind the movie and actually watch it? It kinda looks good.” You sat back down next to him and scoot in close before placing your head on his shoulder.

He wrapped his arm around you, holding you even closer before answering. “Yeah, sure,” he said before he grabbed the remote and rewinded the movie all the a way to the beginning.

The rest of the night was spent with you and Jack cuddled up on the couch watching this rom com you had forgotten the name of before you eventually fell asleep.

His mother came down to check on you guys, seeing that it was just you and Jack on the couch with no funny business going on. She then crept back upstairs, leaving you two alone again.

[adoremexxs]

OKOK this took me a lot of courage to request tbh since like idk it just seems embarrassing, anyways could you maybe do an Aizetsu x reader who looks very intimidating but is actually a big softie😔? Also I genuinely don’t mind if you don’t do this and ik you have a lot of requests now and with school coming up and etc so make sure to take some breaks 👿👿

it is not embarrassing! this idea is so cute! and thank you for being so considerate 😭 i start school in a few days and my life is usually busy so i’ll try to do all the requests i can. and i didn’t know if u wanted it modern, demon verse or whtv so i just chose modern if you don’t mind. i also rushed to do this bc i’m so busy.

Aizetsu was terrified of you when you first came to his class.

You were incredibly intimidating and you scared him!

He’s 6’4 and built and yet he is scared of you! It’s actually common for him to be scared of people. But you had him shaking in his boots.

Whenever you were assigned to sit next to HIM, oh boy. He was petrified and wanted to hide from you.

You sat down next to him. You didn’t really talk. You were shy, especially with going to a new school. Aizetsu had been fumbling with his necklaces and earrings, anything he could readjust and make himself look more presentable to you.

But you ended up talking to him because you guys had to be partners for a project.

Aizetsu realized that you were so terrifying sweet.

You always gave him praise.

“Good job, Aizetsu.” “Wow, you’re incredibly smart.” “You look amazing today, Aizetsu.” “Oh! You like bunnies? Me too. I wish I could see your pet bunny!” “Gosh, your eyes are gorgeous today.” “But then again, they already are gorgeous.”

What he didn’t realize is that you were flirting with him a bit. You realized that Aizetsu SUCKS at picking up hints.

Like you want to go out with him. He’s gorgeous. He’s quiet, gorgeous, tall, tan, blue eyes, his hair is GORGEOUS, everything about him is perfect. And you want him! And you get what you want!

You just had to plan it perfectly.

.

.

.

You started giving gifts to him. At first…Aizetsu thought you were trying to kill him or like bribe him into doing something for you…

He still thinks this whenever you give him gifts.

Then you started complimenting him. Now Aizetsu definitely thinks you are trying to bribe him. You’re way too intimidating to actually like him! Right?

You started to scare him even more though that’s not what you were trying to do.

Eventually you just gave him a note because your attempts sucked! And he refused to believe that you actually liked him he just couldn’t tell.

So you told him to meet you under the cherry blossom tree giving yandere simulator.

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.

.

Aizetsu thought you were going to put him up. He legitimately had prepared himself to get beat up.

What he didn’t expect was you to shove flowers in his face. Aizetsu was incredibly surprised.

“U-Uhm…(Y/N)? What’s this?”

You were all shy now, fumbling with anything you could.

“Flowers…For you.”

Aizetsu was so surprised. He didn’t mean to accidentally shed a few tears but he did.

“Listen, I like you so much, Aizetsu. I tried to praise you, compliment you, give you gifts. I enjoy your presence and everything. I want to be with you. Show you how love feels. I know that you haven’t had a good life, I’ve heard from people. I want to make you feel loved and I want to spoil you with affection and anything you want. So please, Aizetsu, go out with me!”

Oh jeez. Your whole face was redder than Sekido’s eyes. You were flustered. Scared. Until Aizetsu hugged you so tightly, wetting your shoulder with his tears.

“Of course, (Y/N)! I’m so dense! I’m so sorry! I’m so so so so sorry!” He sobs into your shoulder, “Of course, I’ll go out with you!”

I think we all know what happened later.

You took him on a nice and romantic date! Duh! Karaku was so jealous!

[meibinnie]

breaking up with taehyun

pairing: taehyun x afab reader

genre: college au, smut with plot + angst

warnings: break up duh, unprotected sex (don't do this), creampie, emotionally unavailable terry, explicit language, and mentions of cheating.

word count: 2,067

it’s been months of arguing and tension between you and taehyun. He didn’t cheat, he didn���t lie, he just became so emotionally unavailable and you couldn’t fathom. one day he loved you with everything in him and the next, acted like you were just an acquaintance. you were both too scared to call it quits, too normalized with your vicious cycle of toxicity. you tried to convince yourself that he was your comfort person and things would go back to the way that they were. just a few more days, weeks, months even. 

“y/n i’ve told you a million times i don’t like him around you, what don’t you get?” he paced around your dorm room, stressing his words. “tae, i don’t have a choice. if i fail this class, i’ll have to go to summer school, my scholarship doesn’t cover it and i can’t afford it” you explained to him. “then find a new tutor” he thought he was so smart, like things were so easy. He was wrong. “there is no ‘other tutor’ finals are coming up, everyone is busy” you did air quotes as you spoke. “i am with you, i love you. is that not enough to trust me?” you tilted your head asking him.

clicking his tongue and shaking his head, he grabbed his phone off the nightstand and headed for the door. “are you serious right now? you’re just gonna leave?” you questioned him sadly. “i have nothing else to say to you y/n” he shut the door behind him. taehyun was a gentle person especially when it came to you. he never raised his voice, called you out of your name, or made you feel unsafe. the door shut so softly behind him yet the sound still managed to ring your ears, leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

two weeks. it’s been two weeks since you’ve spoken to taehyun and he left you in your dorm all alone. you’d have a disagreement, he’d leave or tell you to leave and then you wouldn’t hear from him for days. still active on social media and hanging out with friends like nothing happened but this is the longest he’s ghosted you for. 

you heard your phone buzz you awake and you ignored it. it buzzed again and you turned your back to it, sucking your teeth. a third buzz rang through and you sighed deeply, finally picking it up and reading the screen. it was 1:37am, “you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me” you grumbled to yourself.

tae <3: hey

tae <3: u up?

tae <3: i wanna talk to you, swing by?

taehyun didn’t wanna talk to you, not the kind of talking you wanted to do anyway. his way of apologizing was fucking you til you forgave him and you’re so weak for him that you do. it’s effortless for him because he doesn’t have to buy flowers, make a grand gesture or even address the issue. a few gentle touches here and there paired with empty promises and sweet words, you were forgiving him.

there you were, at his apartment door like an idiot. you didn’t hesitate to knock but he took a while to open the door. when he finally did you almost started to regret a decision you haven’t even made yet. he stood in front of you shirtless, hair disheveled, and gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips, exposing his happy trail. taehyun knew how upset you were, brows knitted, frown slightly present and he knew it was his fault. 

“c’mere baby” he said, taking you into his embrace and planting kisses on your face. your eyes began to water. the door now shut, he pulled you in closer to kiss your sweet lips. he began to mumble in between kisses, “i’ve missed you so much y/n”. it wasn’t fair to yourself to keep this up with him. 

“taehyun stop” you began to push him away by his chest. god his firm chest, you just wanted to lay on him and feel safe. he respected your wishes with a rather confused expression, you had never denied him access to you let alone call him by his full first name. this was a new feeling for him and it stung. “i think we should break up” you practically whispered to him. 

he dropped his hands from your waist and took a step back. “look, i know i haven’t spoken to you in a while but that doesn’t mean we have to break up” it was his turn to wear the saddened look you’ve been holding for months. to feel what you’ve been feeling after trying to make things better, give life to something that had died some months ago.  

“taehyun, all we do is argue, not speak to each other for days, and have sex. that’s not a relationship. that’s not what i want in a relationship” you explained, voice trembling and trying to stand your ground. “i don’t wanna be with you anymore”

he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue “you’re right. i don’t know why i called you here in the first place”. his words meant to be sincere but couldn’t help spitting it out like venom because how could you? “i stuck beside you when my friends told me to dump you months ago, i defended you when you were clearly seeing other guys” he shook his head at his words.

your eyes widen, “i don’t know what you think you know but it’s wrong” it was your turn to hurt his feelings now. “this is not about another guy taehyun. this is about you not knowing how to treat me” you took a step closer to him, missing his embrace, telling yourself that you just want him to hear you clearly. “you lack so much self awareness it’s pathetic. i voiced how horrible you’ve made me feel for months and you don’t care” a singular tear rolled down your cheek. “sex is not gonna keep me around and it’s not worth emotional distress” you finally finished. 

“y/n get out of my apartment. i’ll get my shit from you whenever and after that i never wanna see you again” he said sternly, still never raising his voice at you. you left his place proud of yourself for doing the best for you, yet feeling so guilty for giving up on something you wanted. 

it’s been two months and taehyun hasn’t come to get his belongings from your dorm, no surprise there. he cut off all contact, blocked you on socials, avoided your friends and stopped going to his usual hangout spots on campus. 

that didn’t stop you from thinking about him everyday. you saw things that reminded you of him all the time and all his belongings in a box in the corner of your room didn’t help in the slightest. your days were spent trying not to cry at least twenty times no matter where you were. 

on the really bad days you wouldn’t even try anymore. “y/n the test is friday and this is your last shot to get your grade up in this class” your professor reminded you. as you left the classroom, you finally let weeks worth of tears spill out, silent sniffles and deep breaths heard from those walking past. it was college, everyone here was god damn miserable anyway. 

back at your dorm you slept all your crying away. the midday nap from 12pm-5pm you woke up disoriented. you heard knocking on your door, deciding to avoid your suitemates like you’ve been doing. not wanting them to see you at  your worst. 

“i’m alive, just really tired. go away” you said through the closed door, stuffing your face back into the pillow. you didn’t budge at the sound of your door opening, just let out a deep sigh. “i just said to go away” still unmoving til “i’m just here to get my stuff y/n” a voice you were once eager to hear spoke. 

you lifted your head up and made direct eye contact with him. he sported a loose t shirt, and plain ripped jeans, so simple yet so effective. his forearms were exposed and decorated with veins. “it’s over there” you pointed to the box in the corner. he just looked at it then back at you “how’ve you been?” he asked. 

no, he wasn’t supposed to speak to you. just get his shit and leave so you’d never have to see him again. you didn’t respond, just shook your head and broke eye contact with him. “y’n can we please talk?” he sat on the edge of your bed, and you scooted back further away from him. 

taehyun was offended but didn’t speak on it, for fear of causing another argument between you too. “i really miss you, you know that right?” he spoke with full honesty because he did really miss you. “taehyun I missed you too but” you stopped yourself, trying to find the right words. calling him by his full first name made him groan internally, missing the way his nickname sounded with your voice. “i think we should leave things as they are” you continued.

taehyun nodded in agreement, and you found yourself moving closer to him. He looked down at your lips then back up at your eyes. he brought his hand up to caress your cheek and god he’s so perfect but you can’t. 

he leans in and kisses you, setting a slow pace. he basks in the sweet taste of you that he’s missed so much. it’s always so easy for him to get you on your back, and you do just that. being with him was so natural and comfortable that you wouldn’t resist him just to feel that.

you stripped each other in between kisses, little whines and breaths til you were skin to skin. he sucked and kissed on every inch of your skin like his life depended on it. when you were ready, he settled in between your legs and slid his bare cock into you causing you both to sigh. 

you grabbed at each other and he put down romantic and loving strokes. all you could do was moan in response, head to foggy to form meaningful sentences. 

“y/n im so sorry” he whispered in your ear. “im so fucking sorry baby” he continued. looking up at him you began to cry at the realization that this was the first time he had ever apologized to you. he was making you feel so good sexually and emotionally and this is what you had been begging him for. 

it was too late because now that you had it, it didn’t feel the same. “I’m a piece of shit and i don’t deserve you. you deserve the world y/n” he continued as he thrusted into you deeply. he hit your spot just right and it had you wrapping your legs around him and rolling your eyes back. 

“tae it- mm, it feels really good” you whined, still teary eyed. “let it all out baby, c’mon i got you” he talked you through your orgasm. the knot in your stomach coming undone and you held on to taehyun as he continued thrusting. almost immediately after he was filling you up with his cum and let out a moan into your ear as he held onto you tightly. 

he pulled out and watched his cum leak out onto the sheets, not caring about the mess. you both laid down, catching your breath. taehyun kissed you, trailing up from your belly button to your forehead. light kisses, appreciating your body and a silent thank you for letting him back in. “y/n i meant what i said you know? i really am sorry” he said looking over at you. “i know” you nodded, looking at him too. he waited for you to say more. “i meant what i said too. i don’t wanna be with you anymore” you spoke softly.

taehyun didn’t know how to handle rejection from you and he knows it. he got up with quickness, putting his clothes back on and gathering his box of belongings as you sat up and watched. “i’ll see you around?” he asked expectantly. you shook your head ‘no’ and he nodded back, leaving you alone for the last time.

[junicult]

Hello! I really love how you write for harvey and had wanted to ask this for a long time but i can’t see if you’re open or closed for request/Asks.

But if you are may i ask you what do you think about Harvey knowing dances like Cha cha? or Waltz?

I don’t know where this idea came from but Whenever i see him on the town especially with the seasonal outfit mod on winter~

He always strikes me as a refined man from a wealthy family and I don’t even know why plus his portrait looks like he’s the type to listen and sing along to up town girl (T-T)

Thank you~

pls forgive how messy this entire thing is i just worked an 8 hr shift but i see harvey…i gotta write for harvey.

i’d agree he was raised pretty well-off, but still humble. he never really had to worry about money growing up, and i still feel like when he reached a certain age he got a minimum wage job just for his own benefit.

like he never struggled growing up, but he also wasn’t swimming in money. he could afford to get things he wanted, but he didn’t unless he needed them. whether his parents raised him that way or not, he’s always been responsible.

and i definitely agree he’s a gentleman, always has been. he was the type that was raised to say “excuse me,” before leaving the dinner table, y’know?

speaking of, his family was also the kind that made it important to eat dinner together every night. i think he’s carried that on since childhood.

i wanna hc him w siblings. i just feel like he was the middle child for some reason. it radiates off of him. either that, or only child. but i think it’d be cute to imagine him as the middle brother of two sisters.

the most refined men have older sisters, THIS IS A FACT!!

he’d just be forced to listen to all of their problems as teenagers, and he’d learn a lot from them. i know he got along with them so well. he was a little nerd with his interests, and his sisters would gift him little model airplanes on his birthday that he still keeps in his apartment 🫶🫶

now, to bring up the dancing thing; i also agree. his parents probably threw all of them in like cotillion when they were preteens. like u know those like 6-week long ballroom dancing classes that take place like every wednesday night or something… (am i embarrassing myself by knowing too much abt this?)

yeah. he did one of those. and the fact that the knowledge stuck with him for so long says something. but it’s not one of those things he’d just tell you, it’s something you’d find out on your own.

let’s say you’re a fairly new couple, but you still haven’t met each others parents / family yet and stuff. so he’s spending time with you one day, cooking u dinner (as per usual) and he just drops the bomb like, “my sisters wedding is in a few weeks. i was wondering if you’d be my plus one?”

obviously you said yes because…well…it’s also an excuse to get away from work for a weekend and spend time with your boyfriend.

but also it hit u that ur gonna be meeting his fucking family then, too😭😭

ANYWAYS the weekend finally comes, he’s dressed in a cute little suit, got a nice little haircut for his sisters wedding & he’s looking very handsome. he gets to see you all dressed up too, and he’s just a smiling mess the entire weekend because it’s such a special day and he’s a sentimental guy. he definitely dropped a few tears during the ceremony & omfg i’m getting so off track LMFAO

so when the time comes where the bride and groom get to have their first dance, your nerves have calmed significantly because you’ve already met his family, all is well and now you’re both happily watching the newly weds. (he’s definitely not thinking about being in this scenario with u, no. not at all.)

now everyone gets to come in, so ever the gentleman he is that was raised right, he asks you for a dance.

it’s only then when you realized you’ve never actually seen harvey dance, so when he takes your hand and delicately holds onto your waist, guiding you—it’s baffling. you’d expect the anxious man u know and love to be a little uncoordinated & nervous. but no. here he is making u look like a FOOL.

“i didn’t know you could waltz,” you whisper, adding a little laugh.

“i didn’t know you couldn’t waltz.” he teases, smiling at your look of shock. he easily guides you through the dance. no he doesn’t dip you or anything because who is he to steal the light from his sister, and also that’s so excessive 😭

but towards the end he pulls you in for a short kiss, just long enough to get the message across that he’s happy you’re the one he danced with.

like he’s trying to tell you ur the only one he wants to dance the rest of his dances with.

[damianwaynesbelovedsposts]

The Robin And The Supergirl 

chapter 1

“plane to gotham is boarding in 3 minutes” the lady over the intercom says.

“but i don’t know anyone there”.

“sweetie i’m sure you’ll make a lot of friends in gotham there’s nothing to worry about, plus you’ll be staying with the wayne’s so if u need anything you can go to them” mom says trying to calm my anxiety. and rush me to my gate.

we get there as everyone is getting on.

“call us when u land so we know your ok” dad says i can tell he’s a little sad that i’m leaving.

“i will i promise” i say going to hug both mom and dad.

we say our goodbyes and i get on the plane ready to start my new life for the next two years.

i’ve only ever been to gotham once for a mission with roy, that was a year ago.

3 hours later and the plane landed i called my parents, they told me i was to go straight to school and after mr. wayne’s butler was going to pick me up.

on the way to school i seen this big building that said “Wayne Enterprises”. i knew their secret just as they did ours but i don’t know what they look like or their first names.

“we have arrived” the man that drove me here says.

“thank you” i say and give him the money.

i walk though the halls of gotham academy only being here for 2 years because my parents made a deal with mr. wayne, my names katrina kent daughter of lois and clark.

as i was trying to find my class i accidentally bumped into someone, he had gorgeous emerald green eyes, raven hair, beautiful tan skin, he kinda seems familiar.

“i’m sorry i wasn’t looking where i was going” i apologize only so i didn’t make a bad impression because i’m going be here for two years.

“it’s fine” he glares a little and walks away.

“rude much” i stated fixing my skirt.

i found the class that i’m supposed to be in and this girl sat next to me.

“hi i’m skylar” she introduced herself, she has long straight ginger hair, she’s my height.

“hey i’m katrina” i nervously said.

“you must be new here, right?” she said.

“yeah i am, i’m from Metropolis” i answer

“thats so cool” she excitedly says.

“so whats your schedule” i hand it to her and she looks over it “we have all classes but 2” she says with excitement.

“thank god i won’t be alone” i said quietly as the teacher came in.

first period was a success on to second skylar said we have then one together so we walked there together she told me a lot about her self.

we walked into the classroom to see the teacher standing there “you must me miss kent, u can sit by damian”. she say looking at me “who’s mr. wayne”. i question her “he’s in the main back”.

i look and see the guy that i had bumped into earlier, i walked to to back and took my seat.

“are you new or something, i don’t think i’ve ever seen you” he questioned.

“yes i am, i’m katrina kent” I answered, he gave me a kind shocked expression hidden under his cold expression. “what’s your name” i questioned this time

“im Damian, Damian Wayne” and it all clicked for me, he’s robin.

*skip to end of the school day*

i walked out of the school and someone walked up to me “miss katrina, i’m alfred bruce sent me to get you and master damin”

the ride to wayne manor was awkward to say the least me damian sat in the back completely silent, we haven’t said a single this since we introduced ourselves.

“we have arrived master damian and miss katrina” alfred leads us to the door and opens it.

“you must be katrina welcome to gotham i had alfred bring you here so i could introduce you to everyone, i see you’ve already met damian” Bruce says calmly.

“yes mr. Wayne we’ve already introduced ourselves to each other”.

“please katrina call me bruce, let’s introduce you to everyone” he yelled for the rest to the boys “boys this is katrina she’s staying in gotham for the next two years”.

there was three of them, all with black hair.

“hi i’m Richard Grayson but you can call me dick” he says excitedly.

“i’m jason and that over here is replacement” he jokingly says.

“really jason i’m offended, i’m tim and technically, he’s a replacement to”.

after we all introduced ourselves, we all talked and got to know each other “katrina, alfred will show you to your room” bruce says and walks away.

“this is your room i already prepared it for you, damian’s the one across from you, have a goodnight miss katrina”

i walked into my new room and thought to myself “hmm maybe this won’t be as bad as i thought” and with that i got ready to go to sleep.

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an: can someone please tell me if this was good or not i’m pretty new a writing, also let me know if u want a part 2. also if you want me to make something requests are open.

[wanderingpages]

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾Gentle Sins AU☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

“Are you going to help me take my clothes off too?” I meant it to sound teasing – I wanted to show him I could play his game too – but I was breathless, I was buzzing with anticipation.

“You know it wouldn’t end there, Jude,” he gave me a wry look. “It's a shame,” he rose and ruffled my hair, “It's a shame you’re my sister,” he murmured, needlessly reminding me. “Because that was some damn fine pussy, baby.”e pussy, baby.”

TFOTA // All Human // AU : Jude and Cardan do things step-siblings shouldn't do.

Trigger Warnings: Crude language, Allusions to Drugs/Alcohol, Debauching Catholicism/Religious Metaphors, Taboo Sex.

Shout out @headcannonxgalore, even though she has nothing to do with this fandom, she kept me in check lol

Jude's POV

When it’s my first year of college, it’s his third. He lives on campus – in a frat house, I think, but as far as I know, Cardan’s not actually in a frat, just an honorary member who’s never been hazed or rushed. He doesn’t play any sports but he’s at all the games, never organizes a party or fundraiser but still the reason people even show up. He doesn’t own a Grecian alphabet dotted ring, but a bomber jacket instead, with ‘Greenbriar’ above the Greek letters. He’s cool, I guess, but I hate that I’m not the only one to notice.

Despite the first day of the semester, when he told me, “Mom and Dad said to watch out for you,” as he plucked the phone in my hand, furrowing his brows as he read through my schedule, I haven’t spoken to him since, and finals were only two weeks away now. I’m not complaining; I’ve lived my whole life without his help, I can surely live out the rest of it the same way, too. It doesn’t help that he plagues a lot of my waking dreams, though. I take a religion class that I constantly debate on dropping because all I can think about is the utter blasphemy that went on in the church our parents got married in. Still, I pull through for the sake of understanding Asha and why all the Jesus paraphernalia she’s added to our home makes my skin crawl. I don’t remember her being so god-fearing prior to the wedding, but if it’s her hobby, I wanted a way to relate.

I lie when I speak to our parents, when they ask how he’s been and how he’s treating me. I tell them he’s great and we’re good, and maybe he lies too because they never point out any inaccuracies. I see Cardan in passing sometimes, when I guess he leaves his first class of the week and I’m heading to my second. Today, the girl on his arm is brunette, last week was a blonde pixie cut. His taste is diverse; I wish I hadn’t been paying enough attention to know that. As they near, Cardan gives me a nod like he always does, but I have to do a double take today. The girl next to him could be my twin if I weren’t an only child.

“Thanks for the notes, Taryn,” Cardan says before separating from her and making a u-turn to me, in a surprising twist of events. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Uh…” I glance over to the girl – Taryn, picking out all our differences, trying to make it out-way the similarities. Long auburn hair – more dark and red in hue than my light chestnut color – in tousled waves, framing her heart shaped face, full lips like the ones on my face that I touch tentatively, sun kissed skin like mine, but still easy to see the pink in her cheeks. Her eyes are darker than mine, and freckles dot across her cheeks whereas I just have a single, small, dark one under my eye. Even her curves match mine, however her’s is softer than what I’ve tried to tone all summer long. I feel a little queasy, watching her walk into a room.

“Who’s ass do I have to kick?” He has a pointer finger under my chin, I feel cold metal graze my skin where a lone ring rests today. I asked him at the wedding if they meant anything, but he laughed and told me he just liked how they looked. I like pretty things, little sister. And I like adorning myself with them, too.

He guides my gaze to his, tilting my chin up slightly. My eyes widen just a fraction at his swollen lips. I lean back just a little, taking in the bigger picture. His dark hair is ruffled, more askew than it had been the day of the wedding. Of course, it had rained later that day, matting waves over his face. My fingers twitch now, wanting to fix the mess just as I had tried to fix his damp hair before. Down his neck are a few pink splotches that seem to be disappearing now, and at the collar of his shirt, on the skin peeking through the neckline, I see faint scratches, four equal lines running beneath the cotton. “As your big brother,” he murmurs, leaning closer to me, like we’re sharing secrets. “I think the saying goes that nobody bullies my sister but me, right?” I bat his hand away, shaking my head. I hate when he calls me his sister. I hate when he reminds me that he’s my brother. I hate when he refers to my dad as his dad. I hate that I’m tainted by just being a bystander to his sacrilege. I hate that barely-there glint in his eyes when he knows something I wish he didn’t. He catches my wrist before it falls to the side, his thumb running over the bright red knuckles, uncovered today, looking at them disapproving for a fleeting moment.

I snatch my hand back, giving him an almost petulant look. I’m nervous, I try to tell him with my eyes, hoping he won't ask. It’s not the first time he’s seen my battered fingers and it probably won't be the last either. It’s the end of my first semester and every day feels like I’m closer to impending doom; of course my nervous tick has been amplified. “We barely talk,” I narrow my eyes at him, “let alone do you get the chance to bully me.”

He holds his hands up, palms facing me as if to say he’s surrendered. “You’re right,” he admits. “I’m not taking my role very seriously.” I want to bash my head in because I don’t want him to take his role seriously. I don’t even want him in the role. He’s absolutely not joking, though however teasing he may sound. I’ve played out every interaction we’ve had together, all I can count on one hand, and there’s always something underlying to them. I wonder, belatedly, if Cardan actually hates me. Or maybe it was my dad and he was taking it out on me? Maybe I should have asked during that car ride, or during that dance we shared, or maybe when we were outside right before the storm. Maybe that’s why he’d acted as he had that night, why he had said what he said about our parents.

“Cardan…” I trail off, not knowing what to say, but I suppose I don’t really have to say anything.

“There’s a get together at the house,” he explains, and I know he means his house, the frat house. “Swing by on Saturday. Tell them you’re with me.” He takes hold of my bag and I’m too startled to stop him.

“I’m with you,” I repeat in disbelief.

He shrugs, “Or just tell them your mine.” My heart must have stopped for a moment. “My little sister. It’s all up to you, Jude.” His words have weight I don’t want to hold and it makes me uncomfortable. “Your class is down the hall, right?” He changes the topic so swiftly and it takes me a second to catch up with him. I guess he had remembered my schedule.

“Why are you guys having a party so close to finals?” I finally ask, while I attempt to take my bag back. He holds it out of my reach and brushes my hand away.

“Why not?” he counters, making my brain rattle. Every time we talk, it feels like pulling teeth. I give up and let him hold my bag.

“Sure,” I say, hoping it surprises him that I’d want to attend his party. He only smiles wider.

“So, how’s having Asha as a parent?” he asks, conversely, confusing me with his subject changes. A whole year, and now he decides on small talk?

I frown, and decide to be truthful “She’s great. I’ve had to do my own hair since I was five years old,” I laugh a little, wringing my fingers. “It was nice to have her brush it every once in a while.” My brows crinkle and my lips purse, “Though, I had to go to church a few Sundays. I didn’t know she was that religious,” I admit. “I’m not even Catholic. I don’t think Dad even had me baptized.”

Cardan chuckles in surprise, “Church? Yeah, that does sound just like her.” The way he says it makes me think that this is not like her at all. Maybe it was just a hobby she spontaneously picked up after getting married. Bored housewife syndrome or something.

“Yeah well,” I reach the door of my class and give him a pointed look, “No one warned me.” He holds the door open for me and passes me my bag. He doesn’t respond because maybe he doesn’t have to. I was there that night too, and nothing could have ever prompted me to stop our course of action to talk about my stepmother.

He follows a lock of my hair with his finger, twists the curl and tugs it lightly, childishly. “See you, little sister.” I wait for him to leave before I roll my eyes heavenwards.

I wait a few minutes in class before I excuse myself to the bathroom. The halls are empty now so it’s easier to navigate. I back track to where Cardan usually comes from, confused when I only see a storage room at the end of that specific hall. I feel uneasy as I figure it out. I guess it wasn’t that hard to begin with. “Notes, my ass,” I mutter.

With trepidation, I open the door, more heavy than other doors in this building, but unlocked, nonetheless. There’s a string that dangles from the ceiling, so I pull it, letting the light shine before I shift my weight from the door, and let it slowly shut behind me. It does hold a few cleaning supplies, but it’s mostly empty. I can smell that subtle amber fragrance Cardan always smells like. I grimace, feeling dirty being in here. I lean back against the door, finding myself wondering if the lights are on or off when he’s in here. If she’s leaning against a shelf, grasping at the panels to hold her up, or if she’s facing them instead, her back to him, resting her cheek on the lowest shelf, hands behind her back while he holds on to them, fucking her rough and quiet. In my head, the girl is Taryn, I tell myself.

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Masterlist

Gentle Sins Masterlist

[kaunis-sielu]

Frozen: State Hockey

“Hey Mom, do we have another ticket for State?” You ask as you pack your suitcase to head home. High school state hockey tournament has been a family tradition for over 30 years at this point and you’re really hoping to bring Thor. You’d love for him to meet your family, or most of it, and for them to meet him.

“Yea, for all three days why?“

“I’d like to bring my boyfriend.” You tell her and you’re met with silence on the other end.

“Your, you’re dating someone?” She asks sounding surprised, which is fair because you haven’t really talked about Thor to your family. They could be a bit, much, sometimes.

“Yea, we’ve kept it pretty quiet but I’d like to bring him if that’s okay.”

“We’d love that. Can he get a plane ticket that quickly?”

“He should be able to.” You won’t tell her that you’d already bought tickets for both of you and that if there hadn’t been a ticket for him you’d have figured it out when you got there.

Thor picks you up the next morning far too early but you’d wanted to take the early flight and get home so you didn’t have to rush directly to the games.

It’s an uneventful flight, you’d been a little irritated that Thor had secretly upgraded your tickets to first class but you can’t deny that it’s more comfortable, especially for him and his long ass legs. You’d played a couple rounds of cribbage then curled up next to him to sleep.

When you’d landed you’d texted your older sister to let her know you’d be out soon, Diana and her husband Bruce were letting you and Thor stay with them so you didn’t have to stay at your parents. She meets you at the pick up with a big hug and then she sees who your boyfriend is.

“Holy shit.” She whispers, “you’re dating Thor Odinson?”

“Yes. Be cool.” You hiss back and she laughs,

“I’m always cool.” She says with smile then she reaches a hand out for Thor. “Hi I’m Diana, Moxie’s much more fun older sister.” You roll your eyes and Thor chuckles.

“It’s a pleasure. I’m Thor Odinson.”

“Alright let’s go before someone gets pissed we’re taking too long.” You say popping open the trunk and shoving your smaller bag inside. Thor grabs your suitcase before you have a chance to and puts it in the trunk before doing his too.

The ride to Diana and Bruce’s is comfortable, Thor had insisted on sitting in the back so you could chat with Diana but you make sure he’s involved in the conversation.

Bruce isn’t fazed by Thor at all. But being a billionaire since birth has granted him the opportunity to know other professional athletes and celebrities. You hang out, have dinner then head for bed.

“So,” Thor says as you get ready for bed, “were you going to tell me your brother in law is Bruce Wayne?”

“Nah, I also didn’t tell my family that my boyfriend is Thor Odinson.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re more than just your famous name.” You tell him with a shrug and he curls a hand around the back of your head pulling your lips to his.

“That,” he mutters, “may be the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me.” You laugh softly then click off the light and snuggle in next to him.

You leave right away in the morning for family breakfast. It’s always at the hotel that’s across the street from the arena. Your mom’s brain seems to freeze when she sees and recognizes Thor. But your family, luckily, doesn’t make a huge deal about him.

“This is strange.” Thor says as you walk into the arena through the front doors, “I’ve never come in this way.”

“No player entrance for you.” You tell him with a smile. He’s holding your hand, one of the first times you’ve done so in a public place like this. A couple of younger fans recognize who he is and if they approach quietly Thor gives them an autograph or a photo but if they’re obnoxious about it he declines.

Your family has a box now, Bruce had thrown some money at the tournament a few years back and you’re grateful for it because it allows Thor to relax a bit and really enjoy the games. Your family always picks teams to cheer for, you like to do the underdogs while Diana does the team with the stats on them. Thor picks based off of the first half of the first period which proves to be an effective strategy.

On the last night, with the third place and championship game you decide to go to the Golden Puck, a sit down restaurant in the arena, with Thor to eat. You go to the bathroom and on your way back you’re stopped,

“Well, well, wondered if I’d see you here.”

“Excuse me, you’re in my way.” You say to Carl you don’t want to deal with him.

“Yea? Well I’m talking to you.”

“Give it a rest Carl. I’m not interested in dealing with your bullshit.” You tell him looking past him and making eye contact with Thor whose eyes darken as he stands up. “You should probably move, Thor looks pissed.”

“I don’t give a fuck. You owe me-,”

“She doesn’t owe you shit.” Thor’s voice is low and tight, “now, move out of her way before you cause a scene.” Thor says stepping into Carl’s way and ushering you past the two of them.

“Oh, so I see how it is.” Carl sneers, “you’re a little Puck slut.” You grab Thor’s hand you don’t want him to get into trouble with Carl.

“Let’s go. Let’s go.” You murmur and thankfully Thor doesn’t fight you. Instead, he curls an arm around your shoulders and leads you down a hallway.

“You okay?” He asks you quietly and you nod.

“I hate him so much.” You bury your face in his chest and Thor wraps his arms around you. “We were having such a good weekend.”

“I still am. I’m not going to let that ass ruin the good time. Please don’t let him ruin yours either.” You take a deep breath and nod then step away from him,

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For having my back, sticking up for me and knowing what to say to get me out of my head.”

“Moxie that’s what a good partner does. That’s just in the description.” He tells you kissing you softly.

“How are you even real.” You whisper and he laughs.

“I made mistakes in my marriage to Sif. I’ve learned from them and they’ve made me a better man.” You rest your head against his chest and sigh softly.

“Oh my god. We didn’t pay!” You cry pulling away from Thor suddenly and he laughs softly.

“I left more than enough on the table Kattunge.” You blink at him then and he presses a soft kiss to the side of your head as he slips his fingers between yours.

“Thank you.”

“You have nothing to thank me for.”

“I meant for dinner.”

“I meant you have nothing to thank me for.” He repeats with a smile pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

You head back to the box where Diana is scowling and Bruce looks annoyed and has an ice pack on his hand.

“What happened?”

“Carl came by. Wouldn’t leave so Bruce punched him in the face and security escorted him out.”

“Wish I’d punched him in the face.” Thor grumbles, “Moxie wouldn’t let me.”

“He’s going to sue Bruce so I’m glad you didn’t.” You tell Thor and Bruce grins at you.

“He can’t sue me. Diana goaded him, he pushed me. It was self defense. I have cameras.” He says smirking over at you.

“Oh my god.”

“How long has he been harassing you?” Diana asks and when you give a noncommittal shrug Thor answers for you,

“Every time he sees her since the start of the season.”

“That needs to stop.”

“He hasn’t threatened me, he’s just an asshole. Can we stop talking about this? I want to enjoy the championship game.” Diana opens her mouth to argue but when she sees the look on your face she closes it and sighs.

You don’t talk about Carl again. Thank god. Thor ends up winning the family pool, much to both Bruce and Diana’s disappointment but you’re thrilled. Bruce has won the last two years and you’re so glad that he can’t brag for another year.

“I expect to see the trophy at Thor’s in less than a week.” You tell Bruce as you walk out of the arena.

“Trophy?” Thor asks and you grin up at him.

“Trophy.”

“Fine. Leave your address and I’ll send it.” Bruce grumbles and you laugh softly. When you get back to the house you go to bed, Thor wraps his arm around your waist and slides you flush against him.

“Thank you for inviting me. I had a great time.”

“I’m glad. I’m happy you could come.” You whisper back. Thor presses a soft kiss to your nose and you laugh. “I think you missed.”

“A rarity.” He teases and you hum softly, “let’s see if I can do better this time.” He says before pressing a kiss to your lips.

Much better.

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Familiar Faces- A New Start part 2

AN- trying to find a balance that is including the important bits without making it a complete rewrite of all the episode.

also trying to keep Elijah both the one we know and also a teenager struggling with normal issues, and his special brand of haunted.

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“I'm sensing Seattle, and he plays the guitar.” Bonnie says as they stare at the back of the new student.

“You're really going to run this whole psychic thing into the ground, huh?” she asks with a smile on her face, Bonnie had a way of lightening the weight on her heart.

“Pretty much.” Bonnie smirks back. 

Elena’s smile might have stayed if she hadn’t seen Jeremy vanish into a door over Bonnie’s shoulder, she could trust Caroline not to let Elijah retreat into himself, Jeremy had his own issues.

“I'll be right back.” she sighed as left Bonnie and followed her brother into the boy’s bathroom.

She finds her brother dripping eye drops onto his eyes. She ignores the other boy’s shouts to grab Jeremy’s face to check if he's high.

“Great. It's the first day of school and you're stoned.” she starts ignoring his complaints “Where is it? Is it on you?” she reaches to search

“Stop, all right?!” he tells her as he pulls back “You need to chill yourself, all right?”

“Chill myself?” she repeated “What is that, stoner talk? Dude, you are so cool.” she mocked

“Look, stop!” Jeremy shouts “I don't have anything on me. Are you crazy?”

“You haven't seen crazy, Jeremy!” she warned “I gave you a summer pass, but I am done watching you destroy yourself.” she lets all she been holding in, out before she could think better of it,  “No, no, no, you know what? Go ahead. Keep it up. But just know that I am going to be there to ruin your buzz every time, you got it?” she tells him. “Jeremy, I know who you are. And it's not this person. So don't be this person.”

”I don't need this.” Jeremy replies as he walks away, and Elena wants Elijah even if he had proven to be little help with Jeremy’s problem, back when it was just him smoking in his room.

Her brothers alway managed to have something that she didn’t, the same way she and Elijah had something and she and Jeremy had, even knowing that it didn’t stop her feeling she was missing something.

She’s thinking about that as she leaves the bathroom and runs straight into another’s chest.

She doesn’t recognise the boys she had run into, sure she would remember someone looking like that, she’s too busy staring she misses half his words

“Um...is this the men's room?” he asked, Bonnie’s wish was granted she thought as she took in the pretty boy.

“Yes. Um, I was just,” she stumbled over her words as she took in her situation “Um—I was just—It's a long story....” she offers, with a smile.

She moved, trying to get out of his way only for him to move with her.

And again.

It’s the third time before he turns to let her pass.

She thanked him as she tried not to think how embarrassing of a first meeting it was. 

It still didn’t stop her from trading glances with him when she finds him in her history class or smiling when she got a text from Bonnie.

HAWT-E. STARING @ U.

—-

Elijah made a point to sit with Jeremy at lunch, smiling as a warning when his brother made to leave.

“Look i’ve had it with Elena’s-” Jeremy started,

“I haven’t seen her since first thing,” Elijah cut him off as he sat at the table “you know we don’t have classes together.” he reminded him, he’s pretty sure the school had done that on purpose, since they hadn’t had a single class in common since they started highschool. “I’m just here to have lunch with my little brother, is that a problem?” he asked, smiling brightly when Jeremy gave in with a sigh and pulled out the sandwiches he had made.

He knew Elena was worrying about Jeremy addictions but Elijah thought that they couldn’t both be openly against him, so as much as he hated to leave his twin alone as Elena stresses over it, Elijah was keeping himself neutral so when Jeremy grew tired of it or needed help without judgement he would know Elijah was going to be there.

Elijah's dreams have shown him enough, they’re weren’t real he reminds himself but that doesn’t mean he can’t use them to learn.

Elijah won’t let Jeremy fall as far as the version of himself in some of his dreams, alone on the streets willing to do anything for something to dull the world

‘Tristan de Martel, but you will call me Sir.’ It had ended in pain he knew it would but the promise of another fix meant he hadn’t cared. 

Jeremy had him, Elena and Aunt Jenna to stop it going that far, and while he dabbles Elijah will watch him.

—-

She goes to mom and dad’s grave after school to write in her journal, after helping Bon to take- kidnap- Elijah to see her Grams. It was going fine until the bird and creepy fog, then she accused the new boy of stalking her while he was visiting his own family there.

Great Job Elena.

“Oh. Wow. Tactless.” she admits before she fails to stop the apology from becoming a rambling rant “I'm sorry. It's the fog, It's making me foggy. And then back there, there was this - this bird, and it was all very Hitchcock for a second. That is the bird movie, right, the Hitchcock?...I'm Elena.” she offers

“I'm Stefan.” he smiled back and it had started going well, like a normal conversion without the burden of anything, until he somehow noticed she had hurt herself, and she had pulled her pant leg up to show a bloody cut.

“Oh! Would you look at that? That is not pretty.” she said before she noticed the change in Stefab “Are you okay?” she asked as he looked away.

“You should go. Take care of that.” he told her, shr looked back at the bloodied leg, 

“Really, it's nothing.” She tells him only to find him gone.

—-

When Elijah had first started having tea sessions Bonnie hadn’t been that interested, it was odd that Elijah would be there for her grams and not for her with Elena but Grams had explained it was to find other ways to help him with his nightmares and episodes.

As they grew she did grow more curious but Grams had always insisted it was private, then Elijah had just stopped coming after the Gilbert's death, she thought he would start again but he didn’t, Elena had worried that Elijah rarely left his room when at home.

Caroline had promised to fix that and had, dragging him to hers after school, for practice, setting the boys on him during the summer.  

Bonnie had alway been a little fascinated by Caroline and Elijah’s relationship, sometimes closer than Caroline is with Elena or her, but it wasn’t until this summer that it really hit her that Caroline had basically adopted Elijah as her brother as well.

Or that Elijah had accepted it as well that he would allow the blonde’s bullying the same way he did Elena’s.

Now having sat through one she thinks Grams and Elijah had been playing mind games, she’s sure there was a discussion under their talk, one she missed completely, and she couldn’t ask him on the way to drop him home because he had insisted on running home, despite the warning of animal attacks.

—--

Elijah had gotten home while she was getting herself ready for the Grill, having walked home for some reason, she didn’t get a text from Bonnie so she assumed they hadn’t had an argument, she still decided to try to get him to come out with her tonight.

“Just the night at the Grill, please.” She pleaded with him from his doorway, all dressed up but making one last attempt, he looked up at her from where he was half laying on his bed.

“Can’t.” he pointed to the pair of cats, one curled on his stomach the other just below his knees.

“Come on.” she tries again.

“No thanks.” he smirked.

“‘Jah” she whined.

“‘Na” he copied her, she gave him her best pleading eyes only letting up when he sighed “next time, ‘Lana, alright i promise.”

“Teatime with Grams tire you out that much.” she asks after getting the admission, he frowned at her, “alright fine, next time, i‘m holding you to it.” she warned.

“You have my word.” he swore, hand going to his chest.

Her brother always took his word seriously, and it was the thing he took the worst when she or Jeremy ever broke theirs to him, and the reason he and Tyler got in half their fights. 

“Night then.” she called as she left, it was a good thing she hadn’t reminded him about the party in the woods yet since now that would class as next time.

She explained herself to Aunt Jenna before she left only to find Stefan on the doorstep, with her forgotten diary, finding out he also kept a journal and understood her was great, she decided to invite him with her when she came back to find him still standing at her door.

—

Jenna made a point to check in with Elijah every night, she had noticed that even if Elijah went to bed earlier than both Elena and Jeremy he’d be awake around midnight or some time after.

At first she had stood at the doorway but after a week he had told her to sit on the bed or a chair as he felt bad for her to be stuck standing.

So after that she simply sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him to talk, a lot of nights they were silent, sometimes he’d admit something of his nightmares, others he’d ask her a random question or just how she was coping.

She never asked to much just waited for him, like she’d never try to read either of the twin’s journals, not that any of Elijah’s were legible, she had seen them open on the table a few times, normally when he had been distracted by one of the cats, written in a collection of colours half of her think it’s code.

Before their lives had changed, the most she had ever gotten involved with her older nephew's illness was looking after Elena and Jeremy during the earliest times when Grayson and Miranda had insisted on taking him to the hospital.

He hadn’t had an episode since her sister’s death and Jenna was terrified when it would happen, but she wasn’t going to let him hide it from her, and she had learned enough that all three of her new kids weren’t the sharing kind.

She knew both the twins were trying their best to keep as much from her, but they shouldn’t have to, they were seventeen.

Elena shouldn’t need to scan both her brothers every time she sees them, and shouldn't be worried about Jenna’s workload or how she’s coping.

Elijah had spent most the summer hiding in his room but during the school term he had been up before her with lunch made, asking if she wanted something.

“You didn’t want to go with her?” Jenna asked as she entered the room, after Elena had left.

“No, I promised her the next time.” he offers instead before she could ask him why.

“The back to school party.” she says as she remembers her own, jumping in surprise at his reaction.

“What?!” Elijah sat up suddenly, hand moving to hold the cat on his chest as he did, “no-”

“You forgot.” she realised.

“Caroline would-” he cut himself off as it hit him “Caroline kept quiet on purpose.” he groaned as he realised she had been distracting him most the day with the threat of properly joining the cheer team.

“Caroline knows you almost as much as Elena, you don’t stand a chance if they're working together.” she smiles as he lays back down with a heavy sigh.

“Did I tell you she got me on the team?” he tells her with a heavy sigh.

“You weren’t already.” she asked, sure he had been part of it last year.

“Not officially, Caroline talked to the coach over the summer, they had me measured for a uniform today.” he complained.

“You're going to look so cute.” she couldn’t help herself, “it’s been years since you and Elena matched.”

“You're as bad as them.” he pouted at her before looking down at the small black cat on his arm “Kit you're my favourite.”

“She wasn’t always?” she asks knowing the answers but adding “what about poor Lucifer?” anyway.

“Luci knows he can be a favourite once he learns not to use his claws.” he sends a small disapproving glare at the large black and white cat that looked up and gave a flick of one of his ears.

Ignoring the fact that if the cat hadn’t learnt in the three years they had him, he wasn’t likely to start now. Still she smiled at her nephew while he wasn’t looking at her.

It was nice to see him acting like a kid for once.

—-

“How's Elena doing?” Matt starts and Bonnie has to bite back a groan, did Elijah have this during the summer, she loved her friends, grew up with them but really.

“Her mom and dad died. How do you think?” she replies, “She's putting on a good face, but it's only been four months.”

“Has she said anything about me?” he asks.

“Oh, no.” she tells him, “So not getting in the middle.You pick up the phone and call her.”

“I feel weird calling her. She broke up with me.” he confesses which she’ll give him is fair but-

“Give it more time, Matt. Besides, you could have talked to her when you were there for Elijah during the summer.” she adds.

“And give him an excuse to escape, you don’t know what he’s like, he’s nicer for you girls.” Matt complains. 

Bonnie would argue but Grams had caught Elijah three times attempting to escape the tea she had joined them for afterschool, when Bonnie hadn’t even noticed Elijah shifting the conversation to an exit.

Any more thoughts on boy-twin were shelved as Elena entered the Grill with the new boy by her side.

“More time, huh?” Matt said to Bonnie and she smiled sadly at him as she heard the pain in his voice as he left to greet them.

They all ended up at a table as Caroline to a lead to investigate the new boy.

While Bonnie felt for Matt, when Stefan turned to Elena to ask if he was coming she cut in.

“Of course she is.” in case Elena refused, she smiled at Elena, instead Elena surprised her when she added

“I’ve even got Elijah to come.” looking at Caroline as she said it, because of this Bonnie was the only one that saw as Stefan flinched at Elijah’s name.

“It worked.” Caroline beamed at her.

“He gave me his word.”

[fe-fictions]

I got a prompt. Robin getting a little jealous when Frederick starts to spend more time with their daughter Marc but towards the end, Frederick gives her flowers as an apology. Extra points if Marc also gives her flowers.

(I finally got this one finished! I needed more FredRobin in my life,,, figured it was time to bring back the royal family of my heart U V U )

When Marc was found among the future children, Frederick was somehow even more elated than when Morgan appeared.

It wasn’t because he “loved her more”, which both you and your son teased him for. Rather, he was elated that he had not one, but two children to call his own!

Not only that, but now he had a son and a daughter- he couldn’t ask for more. So now that he had Marc to spend time with, he took every spare moment he had to get to know her.

You thought it was precious how Frederick hung onto her every word, listening to the tales of her life. The only problem was it came at the cost of your own quality time together. And the void was becoming more apparent with every passing day. 

He was getting up earlier, so that he could teach Marc how to start the morning campfires, before the two of them would go on their morning patrols (which were little more than glorified walks).

“It’s been a little while since you and I went on a sunrise patrol, dear.” You would point out to him, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“We shall patrol later in the evening. This particular valley is beautiful when the sun rises above it; I wish to show Marc. She tells me that she’d rarely have time to appreciate the dawn in her timeline- it was far too dangerous.”

“Of course.” Like you would dare to argue with that. Instead you smiled and gave him a kiss, “Hurry back- it’s awfully cold in here when I’m on the bedroll alone.”

“Yes, my sweet.” 

The response was always reassuring, but every time you drifted off and would wake up again an hour or two later, Frederick never came back.

Typically by that time, he was either training with Marc and teaching her, a Mage class, how to fight valiantly with a sword and spear.

Other times the pair were gallivanting off to the kitchen so he could teach her how to make morning tea for her mother and brother (the royal family’s as well, naturally).

This had been going on for nearly a month. 

However, this particular morning, you aimed to do something about it.

With a yawn and a stretch that resulted in a few pops here and there, you emerged from your tent into the misty gray of early morning.

“Mother!”  

Morgan’s cheery voice greeted you first thing, the young man bounding up to you with a spring in his step few could find right after waking. Likely a trait he inherited from his father.

“Good morning, Morgan- did you sleep well?”

“Well enough,” He replied, offering his arm for you to take. “I meant to spar with Father last night, but he and Marc had already trained. It’s easier to sleep well after a training session with him.” 

“He does demand a lot of energy in a spar, doesn’t he?” You mused, the two of you heading towards the mess hall. “Well, you’ve been able to spend time with him in other ways, haven’t you?”

“Oh, certainly! Father, Marc and I will polish weaponry together, review the stock in our storerooms and repair armor together…oh, and just the other day we went to the river to wash the linens from the medical tent!”

“I’m glad the three of you are getting on, then.” You replied carefully, “But Morgan, what about time with just you and your father? When’s the last time the two of you were together?”

His brow furrowed, “I’m not sure, Mother…maybe a month ago, or so? Marc really likes to spend time with Father, probably because he’s the most familiar person to her, besides me.”

“That makes sense. I hate to think about where I am in Marc’s timeline, but I know she's more comfortable with him. Does it bother you that you’re not able to be with your father as often?”

“No, not at all! I don’t mind having less one on one time with him. Marc seems like she needs it a lot more.”

“So you don’t miss him at all?” You quirked an eyebrow, and Morgan hesitated. He was far too considerate and kind to admit that he was jealous of Marc’s monopolization of his other parent.

“I can’t miss him, I spend plenty of time with him!” Morgan laughed, though it quickly died when you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Even though you used to have him all to yourself and now, all of a sudden, you don’t?”

“W-well, I figured we’d piece together a schedule at some point, after we got used to having Marc with us! I just didn’t think it’d take a month.” He admitted, and you nodded.

“I have a sneaking suspicion that your father doesn’t realize how much time he’s spending with your sister over us. If he didn’t recognize it weeks ago, he won’t now. Maybe we should have a chat with them about it.”

It didn’t take long for the mess hall to fill with Shepherds, your usual spot at the end of your table already reserved by a handsome knight and his lovely daughter.

You found them setting your plates, already loaded with the hardy breakfasts that made armies strong. 

And both greeted you with glowing smiles.

“Good morning, Mother!” Marc chirped, quick to your side to wrap you in a big hug. You smiled at your sweet daughter, glad to reciprocate.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

“I did! Papa taught me how to make this type of herbal tea that helps you sleep better. It’s worked wonders for me! Do you know how to make it?”

“I actually don’t,” You remarked as you sat down, “Usually he runs off to make it for me. Although lately I’ve found it difficult to pin him down long enough to brew me some.”

“Are you not sleeping well, my love?” Frederick piped up, taking your hand to help you to your seat. “I will gladly make you some tonight, if you wish.”

“Assuming you’re in bed at a decent hour- lately you’ve been coming to sleep around the same time I do! Which is way too late with your schedule.”

“That is explainable- Marc and I have been going on patrols later in the evenings so we might be able to stargaze once the rounds are done. She’s quite knowledgeable on astrology.”

She giggled as if on cue,  her eyes glimmering with excitement.

“The stars are always so beautiful when the nights are clear- whenever I’d take my wyvern up back home, I’d spend hours just tracking the constellations and planets.”

“I’m glad to see you sharing so much knowledge with each other. Though…Morgan and I were hoping to speak with you about a rather serious matter.”

“Oh?” Frederick set down beside you, the two children following suit across the table. Marc nudged Morgan’s shoulder, grinning at him.

“What did you do, Brother?”

“I didn’t do anything!” He protested quickly, “Besides, if anyone’s in trouble, it’s you, Marc.”

“Me? I’ve never done a thing wrong in my life!” She joked, though Frederick was surprised by Morgan’s offhand comment.

“What are you talking about?”

“No one’s done anything wrong,” You chided the children, “It’s just that Morgan and I have noticed that we’re not seeing very much of you, Frederick.”

“That can’t be true- I see both of you every day!”

“Yes, in council meetings and at the end of a long night, for me. And with Morgan, you two are typically doing tasks alongside Marc, yes?”

“Hmm…yes, I suppose that’s true,” Frederick conceded, mulling his schedule over. “But that does prove my point, doesn’t it?”

“What about the time you spend alone with him? And myself?” You pressed, your calculating gaze impossible to miss as you took a bite of breakfast.

Frederick’s expression became even more serious. He appeared to be going back through his schedule, but he wasn’t able to find anything to prove otherwise.

“And what about you, Marc? When’s the last time you and Mother were off doing something with just the two of you? Or you and me? I haven’t had a chance to hang out with you without Father there- no offense, Father.” 

You smiled softly when poor Frederick’s face paled, realizing that he had indeed been spending more time with his daughter than anybody else.

“Oh, dear…I’ve been neglecting the two of you, haven’t I?” He realized with a deep frown, trying not to bury his face in his hands. He couldn’t afford to do such a thing now when he had to make things right.

But to say he was ashamed of himself was an understatement.

“It’s not that big a deal, Freddybear. I was just wondering when I’d get a turn with you again, that’s all.” You mused, patting his shoulder.

Marc looked sheepishly to her brother, an apologetic smile on her lips.

“Ahh…I’m sorry too, Brother. I didn’t realize how little time I was spending with you! It’s just…Papa’s the one I remember the most from the future…a-and we were always together! I guess it just felt right to spend time with him.”

“Sure, I get it. The gaps in your memory make it a little easier to stick with what you can remember.”

“It’s not easy, but…I do want to spend time with you and Mother,” She continued, looking over at you as well. “I’m sorry if it felt like I was hogging Papa. You need one-on-one time with him, too!”

“And they shall have it. I will adjust my schedule so that I can spend an equal amount of time with each of you, at least! I love you far too much to let such a travesty happen again.” He decided, nodding to himself as though he already came to his decision.

You smiled gently, patting his hand. “Thank you for being so considerate of us. We did miss you.” You joked, winking at your daughter, “And I look forward to spending more time with my daughter; I feel that there’s much to learn about you that I haven’t discovered yet.”

“Of course, Mama! I can hardly wait to spend more time iwth you! Shall we go right now? We could discuss my newwest spell casting techniques I created!”

“Oh? I’d be very interested to learn more. But maybe after breakfast.” You gestured to the meals waiting to be wolfed down.

Morgan was glad to, with great gusto.

You and Frederick watched as the children chomped down their food and excitedly chittered with each other about their plans for the day. You nudged his shoulder giving him a small smile.

“Do you think this is what it’ll be like when we have kids?”

“I would imagine so,” He remarked quietly, nudging you back, “Though we won’t know until we have them.”

“I guess we’ll just have to start trying to find out.”

“Robin, please, we’re in the middle of war-”

“No time like the present, dear-”

“There are far better times, not in the present!” He laughed, “I admire your, uh, eagerness to start our family properly, though. I’d be lying if these two haven’t been a convincing argument to start building our own little family in this timeline.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” You hummed, taking his hand under the table and giving it a soft squeeze.

The family continued the day, everyone going about their schedules and feeling far more chipper now that the matter had been resolved.

While you wouldn’t see Frederick again until later that evening, he did surprise you by coming home sooner rather than later.

And when the tent flap opened, you spotted a sweet bouquet of wildflowers in his hand as the tent was latched shut.

“I see you’re still working away, the night,” He commented while he closed the distance, smiling at the happy blush on your cheeks.

“I was, but now I’ll have to busy myself with these flowers you’ve brought me,” You hummed, taking in the delicate scent “What’s the occasion for these, hm?”

“They’re an apology for being such a poor husband. I know you were being quite a good sport about it this morning, but you weren’t wrong that I was being neglectful of you and Morgan in favor of spending time with Marc. I hope you can forgive my short sightedness.”

“While I will admit that I felt a bit jealous ad neglected over your prioritizing time with Marc, I know it wasn't intentional. But thank you for these…they’re beautiful.” You gladly received your gift, making plans to dry and press them later since it would be far prejferred to trying to keep them alive in a vase with a constantly moving caravan.

Frederick offered his hand to you, allowing him to pull you into his chest so that he might have you close.

“You know that I lvoe you very much, right?” He asked softly, his gaze warm in the glow of candlelight.

You nodded, a soft blush warm on your skin. “I do. And I love you too, Frederick. I hope you won’t forget that when our third child comes from the future.”

He laughed, “you don’t think we already have our hands full with two? If our future selves honestly think we could possibly manage a third, they were more ludicrous than we thought-”

“Give your future yourself a little credit- this is you we’re talking about.” You giggled, leaning in close to receive a well-deserved and long overdue kiss.

You broke apart only when you heard the tap knocking at your tent. Marc’s petite frame was silhouetted by the candlelight, prompting your her father to open the flap.

“Yes, dear? Is there something you need?” Frederick asked immediately, always on high alert for his children.

Marc gestured to you past him, hiding something behind her back.

“I was hoping to give Mama something, if that’s all right.”

“I don’t see why not- your father gave mea beautiful bouquet, and now I get a rpesnt from my daughter, too? What a lovely surprise!”

“Aww, he already gave you a bouquet?” She looked at the wildflowers with wide eyes, disappointed that her plot had been foiled. “Well, that kind of ruins what I planned for you!”

“Did you bring me flowers, too?” You grinned, impossible for you to conceal your joy. “Oh, Marc!”

“I did, Mama.” She produced the flowers from behind her back, revealing a very similar bunch of blossoms that all but matched the ones from Frederick.

“Thank you, both of you! Was this the plan all along?” You wondered, combining the two bouquets so that it was twice as beautiful.

“It was not, actually-” Frederick glanced at his daughter, “I guess we’re much more similar than we first thought, hm?” 

“Great minds think alike!” Marc was practically glowing with joy, “I hope you can forgive me too, Mama. I want to spend time with you and Morgan too, so get ready! You’re gonna see a lot more of me than ever before.”

“I look forward to it.” You grinned, giving her a warm hug. “All is forgiven, so don’t worry about a thing.”

“I’m glad,” She pulled back, catching her father’s hand. “Then I’ll leave the two of you alone- I’ve got some work to take care of before I go to bed tonight.”

“Don’t stay up much longer- it’s important you rest well.” Frederick reminded her (likely for the thousandth time in the future and present). 

“I will, Papa!” She promised as she scampered from the tent. You smiled after her, leaning into your husband’s chest. 

“We’re going to have a very rich future, Frederick. I can hardly wait…can you?”

“Loathe as I am to admit it…I’d love to start our future now.” He sighed happily, “Instead, we’ll simply have to prepare oursel 

He trailed off, his arms wrapping even tighter around you, hoisting you up onto his waist. You squealed in delight, hands on his shoulders to keep from falling.

“Freddybear-!”

“As soon as it’s just the two of us, you’re not leaving my sight for a long time.” He vowed, the last exchange you would have before he kissed you senseless.

You hoped he made good on that promise, when the time came. Just having him back in your arms again was a heavenly sensation.

You would wake to the sweet scent of wildflowers that morning, held intimately to your husband’s chest and luxuriating in the sun’s glow.

It was a memory you would hold terribly dear.