#the librarian also gets to see her get slapped if that helps

[tealgoat]

Maybe this has been asked before but, how does the loop start for Odile in the au? Does she open her eyes back in the shop by herself? Or does she like get taken back to the moment Siffrin talks to her?

She comes back staring at the shelf! Just her and the shop keeper!

Most loops are okay, some... She might end up lurching forward a little and breaking an item or two if the loop was particularly bad

But yeah! She gets a moment but siffrin will come to remind her of the sleepover , similar to how Mira will come if you take too long in canon

[wheresmymilliondollarman]

ravi singh fics please!! maybe x reader where she’s having a bad day and he comes over and they cuddle and watch a movie 🫶🏻

forever & always

ravi singh x fem! reader

when ur day falls into shambles, your boyfriend is there to pick up the pieces the best way he can

a/n: u dont know how happy i am to see a ravi request. he’s been on my mind lately esp cus my friend is reading the series !! he’s my top book bf next to peeta mellark 🫶🫶 thx sm for the request hope you enjoy !! p.s. i read the us version so it's gonna be based one that.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: mentions of small injury, minor blood, lmk if anything else

you collapsed on your bed the moment your knees hit the mattress. burying your face into your pillow, hoping the day just fades away. you arrived home, the house empty due to your parents still working. you were relieved because you truly had no energy to greet anyone - even the trudge up the stairs was a challenge enough.

your day had been rough, to say the least. you'd woken up late, sleeping past your alarms and snoozes. when you'd awoken you had less than twenty minutes to get ready, which meant no time to come up with a cute outfit. you slapped on some jeans, a cropped graphic tee, and jewlery and called it a day. you managed to put on some lipstick and mascara in the school parking lot before you ran to clas.

in the process of running, you also fell and scraped your knee; you didn't even check the wound because you were rushing to avoid the tardy bell. spoiler: your knee was crying in pain.

you were late by a minute, yet your first-period teacher had given you a berating in front of the whole class for it. even though he literally walked in a few seconds before you.

you went toward the back of the class to put your phone in the mandatory basket with everyone else's phone, and that was when you realized you'd left your phone at home. you mentally facepalmed yourself as you remembered you'd left it on your bed when you were hastily putting on your shoes. hopefully, ravi didn't require anything urgent that couldn't wait til you got home.

you later learned, after a random kid pointed it out, that you had a splotch of red on the knee area of your light colored jeans. turned out your skin had scrapped enough to draw blood.

at lunch, pip, the prepared person she was, helped clean your cut with anitbacterial wipes and put a bandage over your knee. cara even tried to get the red stain out, but it was smudged it further around your legs.

cara apologized profusely , but you brushed it off, telling her it didn't look that bad and they were just jeans. however, inside, you were ready to lose your last straw and mourn your favorite jeans. you swore you had the worst luck today.

you repeated it over and over in your head, school's almost over you can do this. but it was certainly not over for your luckless day. the librarian, who already hated you, dress coded you for your shirt, and sent you to the office. the principal was ready to call your parents to bring you a shirt, but you quickly said you had friend who'd be abe to give you one.

to be honest, you were even sure if cara or pip had any spare clothes, and to add to your misfortune, they didn't have any spare shirts. you were ready to break down right there and then, but held it off and reassured them it was alright.

you were ready to throw the towel in and call your mom and face her wrath for disrupting her at work when connor entered the conversation saying he had an unused gym shirt. it could've fit like adress on you, but you gratefully took it.

the final bell finally rang, signaling the end of the day. you didn't waste time in packing up and look for your car keys inside your backpack. but being so distracted led you to stumble down the school stairs. you were utterly humiliated and knew multiple people had witnessed the scene. you had no choice but to just get up and walk out.

traffic was horrible on the way home, and multiple angry drivers honking didn't help. when you finally parked into your home's driveway, you leaned your head against the steering wheel and burst into tears. the events of the day weighed on you heavily. suppressing all your emotions all day made everything you were feeling just come crashing down in that moment.

after half an hour, you were calmed down, but your eyes were swollen and your throat was sore. you prayed none of the neighbors witnessed your breakdown, you think you'd start crying again if that were the case.

now, you were in bed, exhausted from your crying, and ready to just sleep whatever hours of the day were left.

the moment you closed your eyes, your phone chimed, letting you know you received a text. you knew it was ravi because you'd set his notification sound to be different. you hadn't spoken with your boyfriend all day since you forgot your phone, so he likely was asking why you didn't send him your daily random school photo. but you were just too tired to pick it up and type of reply. you told yourself you'd take a fifteen-minute nap, then call him.

your slumber was disrupted when a force was shaking your body back and forth, the repeated call of your name in the distance. you were still somewhat mentally in your dream state, so you weren't quick to respond.

"y/n!"

"babe."

"light of my life."

"my little honey butter biscuit."

"huh?"

your sleepiness was starting to fade away, and you were able to deliver a somewhat coherent response. you had to blink a few times to focus your vision on the face before you. it took you a moment to process ravi in your vision, kneeling in front of the side of the bed where your head lays. "ravi? what are you doing here?"

you yawn as you sit up on your bed and stretch out your spine, turning to face ravi. you rubbed your eyes a bit to keep them from drooping. ravi then immediately engulfed you into his arms, pushing you back onto the bed.

you were thrown aback by the gesture, but you would never object a hug from your boyfriend, especially given the day you had.

ravi pulled away, sitting down next to you on the bed. "oh my god, i thought something happened. you hadn't answered any of my texts and any time i called you, it went straight to voicemail." ravi anxiously explained, holding your face in both his hands.

"i'm sorry," you gave an apologetic peck to his lips, "i was gonna text you when i woke up from my quick nap after school." you went to grab your phone from the corner of your bed. you clicked the power button a few times, but it wouldn't turn on. your phone was dead, the reason why your alarm didn't go off and ravi's calls weren't going through. the world had to be playing a prank on you at this point.

"quick nap?" ravi furrowed his brows, "it's already 7 pm."

"what?" you exclaimed, wide-eyed. how could it already be so late? you were going to take a half-hour nap to recover your energy. you still had homework and chores to do before your parents got home. you went MIA almost the whole day, likely why ravi was so worried and came into your house. with all the murderous events this town has faced, you felt guilty for having him alarmed. horrible girlfriend award goes to you.

automatically, your face made its way into your hands from guilt and frustration of every going wrong today. you sighed heavily, holding back tears threatening to fall. even though you had a full crying session before coming in the house, you still had tears left to shed. you were trying very hard to not cry in front of ravi.

ravi reached out toward you, putting a hand on your back and a hand on your knee, “baby, what’s wrong?” he voiced with concern.

"it's nothing," you responded in a cracked voice, suppressing all your emotions. a blatant lie, that didn't even convince you, and one ravi could see through.

"c'mon, it's obviously something if it has my girlfriend so upset about it. let me see your pretty face." ravi grabs your wrists and pulls them apart to uncover your sullen face. not having the energy to resist, you opted to face your head down to your lap and have your hair cover most of your face.

“dont hide from me baby.” he whispers to you. he parts your hair behind your ears and sees your face and then moves his hand to your chin, making you look up to him with watery eyes. “now, tell me what happened. or i’m gonna just stare at your really hard until you do.” he says the last part playfully, but you wouldn’t put it past him to actually do it.

looking into your boyfriend’s eyes was enough to spill your guts. and his genuine concern for you only made you love him impossibly more. you knew it was safe to cry your eyes out around him, so finally, you let your emotions through.

you choked up for a moment trying to get a word in, but all you could do was start with a miserable sob. you go to cover your mouth with your hands to reel some of it in, but hot tears are already coming down from your eyes.

immediately, ravi pulls you into his embrace, and onto his lap - your face now smushed into his chest. tears likely staining his graphic tee, but he didn’t seem to care. he rubs a hand soothingly along your back, cooing and shushing you in attempt to help calm you down. all you could do your hold onto him tight for comfort in your troubles.

it took you a few minutes before your cries were getting dulled and you were able to breathe steadily. ravi just held you the whole time, patiently waiting for you to settle, so you can recite to him the issue.

you sniffled and moved your head away from his chest, ready to finally have a proper conversation without interruption by your hiccuped breaths. ravi began wiping any wetness from your face with his hand, then removing hair from your eyes and putting it behind your ears. “do you feel better now?”

you nodded, taking a deep breathe to further calm yourself. he gives you a small smile then plants a quick kiss on your lips. “good, now tell me what has my girl all down in the dumps.”

you crack a smile at his corny phrases, slightly feeling better. you began to recount all of the day's incidents, starting from waking up late and ending with your hysteria in your driveway. all through it, ravi held you close, rubbing small circles on the side of your thigh in a calming manner.

“so that was my shitty day pretty much. it all sounds kind of stupid now that i say it out loud to someone. sorry for worrying you over dumb stuff like this.”

“hey, anything that makes you upset is reason enough for me to start worrying.” ravi’s hand trails toward the area of your knee still stained with some of your blood, “you know what, i’m boycotting stairs. i refuse to associate with anything that harms my girlfriend.” he responds in faux seriousness. you can’t help but laugh at his behavior and playfully slap his chest lightly.

“thank you. for being the best boyfriend ever,” you say with sincerity. only ravi was the type of person who could make you laugh after bawling your eyes out.

“well, i am quite ravi-singh-ing aren’t i?” ravi cockily boasts. he flips his wrist, flipping over imaginary hair dramatically.

you rolled you eyes, “oh god, are you ever going to let that go?” you one time joked his name looked like the word ravishing when he had written it down. ever since then, he loved to constantly bring it up to boost his ego.

“never. it never gets old. and you know what your amazing boyfriend proposes?” you wait for him to continue, “a movie to remedy your shitty day.”

you pretend to think about it for a moment, “okay, but i choose.”

ravi's mouth goes agape, “what! it was my idea.” he protests.

“yeah, but it’s my crappy day.” you counter back.

he narrows his eyes at you, and you give your best pleading pout, “fine, i suppose it's lady's choice tonight," he relents. "you should be ever so lucky to have such a gentleman as a boyfriend.” he adds in an overdone proper tone.

“yup. i’m just the luckiest girl.” and you meant it.

"now," ravi manured his way out of your bed and stood up. he proceeds to carry your bridal style, being careful of your knee, "let's fix up your little injury."

"babe, i can walk; my leg isn't broken." despite your small protest, you move to wrap your arms around his neck for stability.

ravi, with you in his arms, walks out of your room and toward your upstairs bathroom. "excuse me for being chivalrous." he states defensively, "you should be fawning over me with heart eyes at this moment." he says a matter of factly.

you give another eye-roll to his antics, "your right my bad, let me try again." you clear your throat for effect, "on my god, ravi, you're so dashing and charming, and your good looks just stun me." you exclaim with melodramatic affection.

ravi sets you down on the gray granite counter of your bathroom next to the sink. he looks at you with a crooked smile, "that's more like it. you just forgot to mention how you dream of me at night, but it's alright - i've sleep next to you enough nights to know how much you say my name in your sleep." he winks at you with he last bit of his sentence.

you lightly hit his chest, "are you gonna continue to admire yourself or put a bandaid on me so we can watch a movie?"

"while, i'd love to do the former, i'll go with the latter. actually," he pauses, and starts digging through his pockets in search for something, "aha! here, this should make your frown turn upside down." cue another eye roll for his corny humor. he opens his palm toward you to reveal a bandaid, a hello-kitty one.

you take it with a cheerful smile, "thank you, but why do you have this?" you look up at question him.

"you mean why do i carry bandaids for my accident-prone girl?" he rhetorically counters, while kneeling down in front of your bruised knee. "i just figured if you're hurt you can at least look cute being injured."

you can't help but smile at him lovingly as he replaced your dried bloody band-aid with the pink hello kitty one. to finish off, he places a quick kiss on it. "there, all better."

yeah, it was all better now.

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"hunger games? again?" ravi questions exasperatedly. you two were currently settled under your bed sheets, facing your television. ravi is sat up with your head settled on his chest and his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

the netflix app was open, and the two of you were in the process of deciding on a film. well, you were picking, and ravi kept adding in his own personal opinion that prompted you that annoyed you enough to not choose a movie. netflix recently added the hunger games movies, and you couldn't help but want to watch it - no matter how many times you'd seen it with ravi already.

is having a movie about children dying and killing each other and government control as a comfort movie a red flag? maybe.

"are you judging me, your girlfriend, right now?" you challenge with an arched brow.

ravi holds a hand to his heart, "no, no, of course not. if my girl tells me to do something, then my only option is to obey," he replies mockingly.

you nod in approval, "exactly. glad you get it." you pat the top of his head as if he were a dog who just learned a new trick.

he mimics you and then tickles your side, causing you to jolt in your spot. "shush it, and put the movie on." you give him a glare but move to grab the remote next to you, pressing play to start the film.

as the movie began and went through, the two of you commented on scenes as they came on the tv.

"if we were tributes from the same district, would you kill me?"

"most likely." you say nonchalantly.

you scoff, "gale gets more annoying the more i watch this."

"i would kill for ceasar flickerman's job." ravi expressed.

"i just know you would've fallen off that tree on your own."

"ow!- ok sorry."

after a good three-fourths of the film, your eyes get heavier. yet, you try to remain awake and respond to whatever ravi was saying. but you decide to close your eyes for a moment, claiming you'd open them again when ravi says something. however, that never came to be because you were out like a light, the noise of violence and yelling from the screen lulling you to slumber.

"okay, this is a good movie, but i refuse to watch the sequel after this too." ravi frowns when you don't respond. "baby, i was just kidding, don't give me the silent treatment." he looks down at your body, then takes notice of your closed eyes and steady breathes.

he laughs, "of course, you fell asleep, not even surprised." he leans his head down and plants a kiss on the crown of your head. he whispers to your ear, "good night. hopefully, you have a better day tomorrow, and if not, i'll always be here to cheer you up."

@marigold-morelli

[undiscovered-horizon]

Ah, wonderful choice, Little Wanderer! Browse the stories, take your time. If there is something else you would like to read, just come back to me. If you don’t find what you’re looking for, make a request to the librarian.

>>Grishaverse-inspired playlist&lt;<

1. Kaz Brekker

➳ "Old dog, new tricks" -> Looking for someone to give you a quote on a stolen painting, you run into an old friend who's less than happy with your way of life.

➳ "The clockmaker, the crow and the mantis" -> Kaz becomes part of an assassin's conspiracy to uncover who paid to have him killed.

➳ "Return to sender" -> When an old admirer continues to bother you with his letters, Kaz makes it his priority to put the fiasco to a stop.

➳ "Apple tree" -> Kaz sometimes hums a melody no one can recognize. The one who sang it to him has bewitched him as much as the tune.

➳ "Agnus Dei" -> You're a Grisha hiding from the Black General. When you reveal your power to save the Crows, Kaz must make a decision: your life or theirs? ➳ "O Rubor Sanguinis" -> Facing the Black General, you must choose whether to do the smart thing or the one you truly crave. Kaz shows affection, just not with words.

➳ "Amendmends" -> Two of your thugs get into a fight at the Crow's club, so you go apologize in person to ensure there won't be any retaliation. Kaz seems suspiciously happy at having the infamous Golden Panther indebted to him. ➳ "Amendments II: The Panther and the Duckling" -> The day comes when you can repay Kaz Brekker with the help of the mysterious "Duckling". Kaz claims you're infuriating but there might be more to his confusing feelings than he realises.

➳ "Espionage" -> You and Kaz pretend to be engaged so you can get him into a banquet and from there - to a safe.

➳ "Four Crow Investigation" -> After Nina notices Kaz's heartbeat quicken when you're around, she recruits three friends to investigate your relationship. ➳ "Four Crow Investigation II: Lovebirds' Outfox" -> Aware of your friends' nosiness, you and Kaz ensure they have hardly believable gossip to share.

➳ "Could you ever fall in love with me?" / "I can’t even fall asleep." -> angst blurb

➳ "Embroidery" -> When his glove gets torn, you're more than happy to sew it back together and add a little detail of your own.

2. Nikolai Lantsov

➳ "Little Sun" -> Return to the sanctuary means a reunion with his beloved Солныщко. Kisses and slaps are exchanged.

➳ "Sparring" -> You face him in an army sparring match. Despite his noble title, Nikolai can't stop himself from sharing suggestive remarks.

➳ "Man of Faith" -> Nikolai's interest in the Sun Summoner makes you jealous but being the sweetheart he is, he's quick to reassure you about his devotion.

➳ "Femme fatale" -> When you reveal how you won the suspiciously heavy bag of coins, Nikolai is overwhelmed with anger at the thought of you being intimate with another man.

➳ "The King and the Swallow" -> Unexpected reunion with his childhood friend and the sworn protector of the royal family takes a dramatic turn when Nikolai inquires about her uncharacteristic, cold demeanour. Confessions are shared - the good ones and the bad ones alike.

➳ "Cinderella" -> Nikolai is a party person, you're not. But he's also a fool in love, so when you quietly disappear, he wastes no time finding you.

➳ "In Emerald Hearts, Emerald Minds" -> When Vasily asks you to forget his half-brother and marry him instead, you escape the Little Palace along Alina. Nikolai realizes something strange is going on when Kaz mentions seeing a similar emerald ring on the woman that came with the Sun Summoner. With how much you and Nikolai have been running in circles to find each other, the reunion aboard Volkvolny feels almost fated.

➳ "Sea shanties" -> Alina witnesses Sturmhond's love for his boatswain. Hurting yourself while fixing the net leads to singing sea shanties and Sturmhond almost kissing the love of his life.

➳ "Who am I to complain?" -> When your parents come to visit, Nikolai finally understands why you've never been keen to talk about them. Being the King and your husband, he isn't afraid to defy them.

[defrosted69]

"The Unseen Pages of Bridging Time and Hearts"

{This is the longest fic I have ever written and I blame it all on you guys lol. So this fic took a long time to make as I already have it made around when it was just 2k words but you''ll see how long it took. anyway, Here's what I promised, A New Jeans Danielle one shot}

[word count: 12k words]

New Jeans Danielle x Reader.

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"Hey do you think this is a joke? What do you think this is? A fanfiction?"

"But sir I-"

"Enough. I don't like this script. Get out."

"But Sir-"

"Get out!"

He threw the paper that you worked hours on and even loss sleep on. It broke your heart how he just simply threw the paper to the trash bin with no consideration on the effort you exhilarated on. You sighed and just took the crumbled paper at the trashbin and walked away. It has always been like this with you.

Countless times of trying to get into the scriptwriting scene was your lifetime goal but the ultimate dream was to bring that original story of yours to life. But reality keeps slapping you in the face of harsh truth. It's like nobody understands your creativity. Your genre was simple, it was romance. No harem, no love triangle, just pure romance and character development yet director's and companies prefer romance that focuses on toxic relationships and red flags. Sometimes you question how people like this kind of things when in reality, it's pathetic and just straight up self suffering.

Their perception wasn't what you liked but you wouldn't dare to shift your genre to that. You were an old head type of writer but the struggles are real. Your legs made you arrive at your sanctuary, the cafe library of the old maiden. Yup, that was the name of the establishment considering it was the oldest building in the city. As you pushed through the door, you were immediately greeted by the aroma of the books and coffee. But seeing the sign that has been plastered on the walls once again reminded him of how cruel life is.

"Hey, So hows the interview? Did your story got accepted?"

In the counter of the cafe stood one the barista and librarian of the place. She was also a good friend to you as you sat down to your usual seat with a frown on your face.

"Like the usual Yuqi. nothing, they hated it and even crumbled it straight to the trash."

Your devastate look and sadness was evident from a far. Yuqi being the best friend she is, made your favorite drink, a latte as she grabbed it and sat opposite to you handing you your drink.

"You seem like you need a pick-me-up today Y/n, so here's your favorite drink, a steaming hot latte. Don't worry about it, it's on the house."

Your eyes flickered with gratitude as you took a sip from the steamy hot drink. Its flavor never fails to give him a semblance of comfort and calmness.

"So, on a scale of 1 to Yuqi, how bad was it?"

"Umm if Yuqi is the worst then it's Yuqi-"

"Do you wanna get beat up nerd?"

You chuckled as your raised your arms up in defeat at her. Song Yuqi was older than you but she felt like a friend of your age. Despite the opposite of your personalities, both you and her were able to bond together without any problem. If your gonna add helping her get home after getting drunk is not a problem then yeah, no problem at all.

"Say Yuqi"

"Yeah?"

"Is this place really closing down?"

Yuqi saw the sadness and pain in your eyes as she knows how precious this place was to you. It was your second after all. Since elementary, this has always been your go to place to escape reality and it's harsh situation given to you. You basically know this place at the back of your head or even if someone was to give you a blind fold, you'll easily navigate each part of the place without stumbling or even injuring yourself. This place has become a part of you and knowing that the place is closing made you feel like a piece of you was being torn apart forcefully.

"Yeah, Boss JYP said that the talk with that greedy fat ass didn't work out. And now we only have a month left before this place gets demolishes."

Hearing the word demolished really broke your heart. You weren't ready to say goodbye to the place you call home but life has always been like that to you all the time, unfair. Seeing talented people on TV or on the streets, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by their talents. They were gifted to have such talent and what about you? Life didn't give you anything except the ability to keep failing writing a good story. Perhaps it was your talent to keep failing and failing and never succeeding.

"Honestly Speaking Yuqi, I feel tired already."

Yuqi knows what your pertaining to wasn't physical exhaustion but rather emotional and mental exhaustion. Yuqi stood up and sat next to you patting your head. Her presence alone was enough to calm you down as Yuqi just have that touch that keeps you hold it. But imagine a life without her. It was scary but you had to move on. Yuqi has her own life too and You also have a life to venture out too. Nothing last forever after all.

"Y/n, don't ever look down on yourself. You're a great writer and everyone working here knows that. Heck your high school story about the romance of Jisoo Unnie and her husband was such a good story that the couple have your story in a book. That's how talented you are Y/n. Don't ever keep telling yourself that someone is better than this, or that. Everyone is unique Y/n. "

"But being a writer is harder than it looks Yuqi. I always get looked down upon, people keeps telling me that writing will not lead me to success and more importantly, Writing made me feel like the perfect target for bullies and people who has strong connections. Who am I to stop that when I myself is just a piss poor no good writer who-"

Yuqi flickered your forehead with her fingers as a stinging pain ran across your head. You placed a hand on your forehead.

"Ouch…"

"You deserve that cause you're doubting yourself again. How many times do I have to tell you that you shouldn't feel worried about what other think of you. If you happy doing what you love then nothing else matters."

Her words pierced through you. You have always loved writing because your imagination can cover up the reality that you hate. It becomes a gateway to happiness for you but writing haven't really loved you like how much you love it. Sometimes the things that you love really just don't love you back. And this rejection you experience was really the end of writing. Perhap writing wasn't really up for you at all. Maybe your just not cut out for it and you're just what people call as "average joe".

"I don't know Yuqi, this rejection really felt heavy to me honestly speaking. Maybe… Maybe writing really isn't it for me."

Yuqi was really now getting to start feel worried for you. She has never seen you this heartbroken before and worse, you seemed like you're ready to give up wiriting as a whole. The whole thing that made you who are today and you're thinking about quitting. Yuqi sighed as she hugged you. Her embrace was warm and protective of you as you couldn't help but tear up.

"Y/n, life hasn't always been preety fair to everyone for us. But believe me, when shit happens, it happens for a reason. You got rejected not because your a terrible writer but the director just doesn't see your vision. The lines don't connect, you get what I'm saying? "

"Y-Yeah…"

"Y/n, I have known you since you were high school and giving up isn't your thing. You even finished reading a novel worth 780 pages in a month. Some people would have given up by that amount of pages but you didn't. Remember that?"

A small smile appeared on your face recalling the time you finished that book. The memories of Yuqi, Jisoo and Jackson all smiling and celebrating your accomplishment on finishing that book made you smile. The good times was still there and it all happened in this establishment.

"Y-Yeah I do.."

"No can do that except you Y/n. Sometimes, doing what you like and love isn't always a guarantee to be successfull. You have to fall to realize how much you want that goal is. I trust you Y/n, I know, in my heart that you'll get that Story that everyone will talk about for the ages. "

This is the magic of Yuqi. This is what she always do to you. Keeping you motivated and keeping that fire rolling in you but deep down, this was one of the reason why you liked her romantically. But despite that, the fear of rejection and realizing her desire guy was the complete opposite of you. That day was still fresh from your memory as you will never ever forget that day.

You were in highschool that day was the day you were visiting the Cafe like usual. At that point, books and Yuqi was the reason why you keep visiting that place unlike today where the cafe was your second home. During that day, Yuqi decided to do her usual teasing with you as both you watches the TV. The TV was one of the features of the Cafe before to attract customers and your eyes widen in surprise to see your favorite Author on screen. A big smile appeared on your face but then it was suddenly replaced by shock, surprised, and horror.

His once popular image to the public suddenly turned sour immediately after revealing that he was dating someone so young at the age of 20 when he himself is 38 years old. The TV anchors display the dissapointment of his fans showing disgust and anger towards this Action. But what really caught your attention is the disgusted expression of Yuqi on your favorite Author who you considered as your idol. Yuqi clearly show her disgust as she looked at you and asked you a question you weren't prepared to answer.

"Is he one of those authors you admire?"

Honestly speaking, you are a big fan of his but saying that infront of Yuqi, the person that you liked would surely create a bridge between you two. Not only that people all over the café library show their disagreement on this one.

"N-No, Why would I support someone who's dating someone so young."

"Exactly right? Like I wouldn't date anyone younger than me even if it's just one year."

That was the bullet that really shot your heart. Yuqi was 6 years older than you and hearing those words come out of her mouth really made you think if you should continue this kind of admiration. But perhaps the most important here that happened is how you realized that in love, the view of society also plays a part.

Going back to the past was always fun but not this. You sighed and pulled away from Yuqi as you gave her a smile. Despite you smiling, you were still confused and lost on what you need to do now.

"Thank you Yuqi. You really know how to keep me motivated"

Yuqi, feeling proud of herself chuckled as she stood up from your side and returned to the counter as customers began to pile up. With your mind still clouded with so many thoughts, you decided to leave your sanctuary and walk wherever your feet takes you. The rumbling and dark clouds tells you what was next to come. You pulled out your umbrella on your small sling bag as you walked. The rain poured down leaving people in shambles yet you were unbothered as you walked with no goal destination.

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"Damn it Hanni, you really have to be absent today just when you have my umbrella huh?"

Danielle said to herself as she began to run away from the rain with her red filecase covering her but that wasn't enough to really cover her from the rain. But fortune was on her side as she was able to create a few space before the rain drops on her. Even though with her legs, mother nature proved why she's a force to be wreckon with. The rain poured down all at once suprising Danielle as this caught her off guard.

"Fucking hell! Argh, just why-ah? Is that Sunjun? Thank god he has an umbrella."

Danielle spotted a familiar guy as she rushed towards the guy as she placed an arm around his shoulder. As she smiled happily finally getting cover against the rain.

"Good thing you're here Sunjun-eh?"

Danielle stop midway seeing that her so though friend was you all along. A blush of embarrassment appeared on her face as she realized that she embarrassed herself big time.

"You're so screwed Danielle. You big dumbass! How can you not tell this guy wasn't Sunjun!"

She was cursing herself in her mind as you notice the blush on her cheeks and her weird facial expression that you couldn't describe but was funny. But what caught your eyes are the wetness of her hair and uniform indicating that she was soaked by the rain. Being the timid person, you were the first one to apologize as you wanted to get out of this awkward situation.

"I'm s-sorry."

You said to which Danielle apologized as well.

"N-No, I should be the one apologizing. I mistook you for someone."

You kinda felt sad for the girl since it was raining as it was apparent that she forgot her umbrella. Your heart beat raced in nervousness as you decided to offer your umbrella on her instead.

"Y-You can have my umbrella."

"Huh?"

Using the confusion of Danielle, you gave her your umbrella as both of you looked at each other eye to eye. There, Danielle felt a strange spark that traveled through her eyes and through her brain. You were the same and it was really strange. But not wanting to make things more awkward, you used your shoulder bag to cover your head as you walked away. Danielle felt surprised by your action as there wasn't many people who would do such kindness to a stranger especially her who made a huge embarrassing mistake on you. She felt both a mix of happiness and guilt as before she could lose sight of you, she called you out.

"Hey"

You stopped on your tracks as Danielle approached you covering you with your own umbrella as Danielle said

"Let's share your umbrella instead? I…I feel bad seeing you get soaked because of me."

You weren't really expecting this kind of gesture from a stranger as you haven't encountered people who was actually kind to you Considering your timid nature. But Danielle's sincere smile was honest and declining her offer wouldn't only bring problems for you. So you nodded your head as Danielle closed the gap between you two. Amidst the rain, you were sharing an umbrella with someone and it was quite uncomfortable with you.

But it seems like fate has more plans for you. The drizzle that was happening only got stronger as Danielle immediately noticed this.

"Ah Damn rain. Come on Oppa, let's hurry up and take cover on a shelter."

Danielle grabbed your hand surprising you. You couldn't say a thing as Danielle dragged you quicker than you could react to it. It was quite funny how a High schooler like Danielle, was able to push you around despite you being older. But you brushed that though aside for now as your goal was to find a shelter in the rain. But it wasn't that long when the two of you took shelter on a convince store.

The cashier didn't mind your two entering the store at this kind of weather as it was understandable given by the current situation both you and Danielle had. Danielle, a little soaked in the water couldn't help but chuckle in dismay for her clothes.

"Welp, there goes tomorrow's uniform."

Her accent gave way to you that she wasn't a fully fluent korean speaker but guessing her accent, you were for sure she was Australian.

"Ah, by the way Oppa, I'm grateful for you sharing your umbrella with me"

She bowed towards you to which you just waved off.

"I-It's nothing really. I mean, both of us don't want to get wet right?"

You chuckled awkwardly not knowing if what you said was the correct one but your gaze captured the cashier giving you a weird look. You immediately shook your head at him hoping that he'll realized that you were not doing anything malicious to the girl. After all, You promised yourself that you wouldn't date any girl younger than you as Society wouldn't approve it and you didn't want your reputation, who's already at a bad one, go down further in the drain.

"I mean I guess your right about that Oppa. Hmmm, I am in debt to you after all so….."

Danielle looked around the convinient store and realized that she could pay her debt to you immediately. She wasn't found of being in debt to others as she would rather pay them immediately as soon as possible and right now, she was at the right time and right place.

"So why don't I treat right here Oppa? I don't the rain would stop soon anyway."

You wanted to refuse knowing that the stare of the cashier only got sharper as sweats began to form on your forehead. The words "No" was right infront of your tounge ready to be spoken yet seeing the bright smile and sincerity behind Danielle made your heart battle for what to do. Accepting her offer would only make the Cashier suspicious of you and you don't want anymore weird gazes from people around you, but rejecting her offer wouldnt definitely crush those weird accusations from the cashier but it will definetly crush the poor girls heart in half, or even more.

As you sigh, you made up your mind that Danielle was just too much of a poor soul to make her heart broken in half.

"Sure but let's keep the budg-"

"Yey! Alright, let's grab some cup noodles and some triangle kimbap!"

Danielle energetically went through the aile searching for her favorite Noodles while your trail behind her. Being a college Student, Cup noodles was your go to food with a few occasion of kimbap or Tofu soup but most of the time, it's Cup noodles against the world.

"Sooo.. Oppa, what's your name?"

"Ah, It's Y/n Roh."

"Ohhh, cool name. Mine's Danielle Marsh. Or you can call me Mo Jihye"

"Ah, I see.."

"So what school do you attend to?"

Danielle opened up the conversation between the two of you as you weren't the person to start a converse to begin with.

"Oh, Umm, I study at Tokki University"

"Oh wow My dream University! So what course are you on?"

"Ummm..Business Management.."

"Ohhh, So Oppa wants to run a drug empire?"

You widen your eyes as your mouth hanged open by the words spoken by Danielle. Seeing your face made the girl laigh her ass out.

"Hahaha, Did I leave you 'asking for more?' get it? Cause drug addicts tends to ask more if there's no more drugs. Get it?"

She smiled innocently as your thoughts began to ask if Danielle's humor was the humor of the youth. If so, then a small shiver ran down your spine as imagining the youth to be like this scares you. In fact, in general, teenagers scare the living shit out of you.

"Y-Yeah, I get it."

"Hehehe~"

Danielle happily took 2 cup of noddles with her and 2 triangle kimbap as she hummed her favorite song which you immediately recognize. It was the same song that you listen to when wiriting your storeis. Maybe there is a way where the two of you can connect somehow despite the difference of personality.

"That song. That's the song "Hurt" by New Jeans right?"

Danielle smiled brightly and nodded her head enthusiastically.

"Yup, are you a fellow cultured man too?"

"Oh umm. Well I'm not a big fan and all, but I do listen to them time to time especially when I'm writing my stories."

You gasp as your heart starts to beat quicker after realizing what you just uttered. You anticipate seeing embarrassment and a disgusted expression. You were terrified by the numerous occasions when others looked down on you whenever you mentioned your passion, and the only places where you actually felt safe from everyone were with Yuqi and the library cafe. But now that your tongue slipped and, it will be added to the collection of never-ending disgust-

"Woah, an Author. That's so cool!!"

Danielle's sudden enthusiasm made you suprised as you saw her genuine smile and shine on her eyes. You weren't sure if she was acting to not feel weirded by you but observing that spark in her eyes, she was genuinely amazed.

"I-I'm not an author, just a wannabe one.."

"So? That's still cool! I think writing a story based out of your imagination is cool as it is to other amazing sport out there. It's like your living out your fantasies in a book, I personally like that."

Danielle chuckled before heading into the cashier who has been observing your interaction with her. So far, his suspicions has calmed down after seeing how Danielle was enthusiastic to talking with you. Danielle paid for the food and bought her own umbrella now as the two of you took your seat watching the rain infront of the store. You thanked Danielle by her action towards you as Danielle just shrugged it off. She wanted to just say that it was nothing but then a light bulb entered her head. An idea arrived and she was smiling just by thinking of the idea.

"Well Oppa, You can thank me by, letting me see your story. Hehehe."

Danielle was really the opposite of you and perhaps more evil than you thought. Her bright smile turned to a more mischievous one and if you really want to feel gratitude by her action, you have to comply. But there was a dilemma, your book full of stories was left at your apartment and the only story you have is the one that was crumbled down and throwen to the trash earlier. A sense of dissapointment once again appeared on your face and Danielle immediately noticed this.

"I-I mean if you don't wan to then it's okay-"

"No, I'm sorry, I must have shown a depressed expression just now right?"

Danielle nodded her head as her thoughts began to pick up the pieces for what kind of person you are but she can't really build it just yet. The founds for your character in her mind was completely empty from the inside and she needs to find that out more.

"Y-Yeah, Kinda Oppa."

"It's just today, My story was dumped and was simply set aside by the director. Of course submitting a story will always have consequences like this but being constantly getting rejected left and right. It takes a toll on you."

Danielle was quiet as she observes and listens to your ranting. You took a bite of your cup noddles and the warmness of the food really pluck a string on your heart as you bit your lips avoiding yourself from tearing up.

"Sorry, I sounded weird just now."

"Oppa."

"Yeah?"

"Can I see it?"

Danielle expression changed to a more serious expression which was so different from what she was earlier. Somehow, you were getting the director's vibe from her and whenever you were face to face with a director, it always scares you as cold sweat would form on your forehead and hands. You gulped and despite you not wanting to show it after hearing the feedback earlier, you still pulled out your story on your bag and handed it to Danielle.

"I'll read this for the meantime, Oppa, just eat okay?"

Her words didn't felt like her usual giddy tone and it was more like an authoritarian one. You just nodded your head as you ate your cup noddles and Kimbap as your eyes would glance at Danielle who was seriously reading the script of the story with a visible fire in her eyes. After 10 minutes of finishing your food and her seriously reading it throughly, she placed the script down as she glared at you.

"You…."

You gulped in fear as Danielle's sharp gaze shot through your heart. If looks can kill then you would have died on the spot.

"D-Danielle I-"

"You Writing Genius!! How could you make such a fluffy story! Oh my god. The way you wrote the characthers and their own traits-eh? Oppa, are you… Crying?"

You touched your face, and before you knew it, tears were streaming down your cheeks. Perhaps your heart and head joined forces when you realized Danielle had expressed what you had hoped to hear from different directors.

It was so unexpected that you weren't even able to react appropriately before additional tears started to fall and you started to cry with delight. Danielle finally caused the sadness and disappointment that had been building up inside of you to release.

"Ah,umm…what do I do… Think Danielle, Think!"

Danielle was thinking on what she should do to comfort you but her brain ended up giving her two options. One is to give him tissues and let you be or get closer to her you and hug you. Yes, the 2nd option was weird considering that the two of you haven't known each other that long. Going for the first option was the safest option for Danielle but it just didn't sit well with her. She can tell that you have been facing rejection, after rejection, and probably dissapointment too and this just makes her more sadder for you.

"Oh screw it. I'm Danielle Marsh damn it!"

Danielle stood up from her seat as she went to your side pulled you close to her as she hugged you patting your back. You were momentarily surprised by this but the feeling of comfort and warmth from her touch engulf you. You felt safe and protected around her and this somehow calmed you down. Danielle on the other hand couldn't help but feel so sorry for you. Despite you being a college student, in her eyes, you looked like a pure innocent kid who's really genuine with your hobby.

The silence that you two shared was so powerful that you felt a heavy weight off your shoulder dissappear. Danielle on the other hand found you adorable in her embrace as you pulled away wiping a few tears in your eyes. At this point, embarrassment has crept up your mind realizing that you cried into someone's arms without permission as a blush appeared on your cheeks.

"I'm so-sorry Danielle. I didn't mean to suddenly break down infront of you. I just-"

"No need to explain Oppa. It must be hard being a writer huh?"

You nodded your head at her as Danielle chuckled and pulled her chair closer to you with a smile.

"You know Oppa, maybe I can help you create a story that will blow those jerks-I mean directors off the face of the planet."

You blinked your eyes a couple of times after hearing what you just heard from her. Surely she's just telling this to cheer you up-

"And no, I'm not doing this to cheer you up. I genuinely want to help you out Oppa. This is also a way for us to be friends."

"Friends?"

You asked. You genuinely have no friends except Yuqi and the people at the Cafe library. It was hard for you to socialize since nobody was interested in your hobby or you specifically so having someone say they want to be your friend is an experience.

"Umm.. Danielle, I'm not really a good social person and-"

"What are you talking about? We have been literally been talking since earlier. I dont see you being an unsociable person at all."

She was right. You and Danielle were talking for such quite time now and it felt all so natural talking to her. Maybe saying that you were unsociable is just a way to keep people out since Danielle was able to jump her way past that. And perhaps this could be a sign that things would be great moving forward.

"I guess your right Danielle. But, I'm 3 years older than you. Are you sure you wanna be friends with me?"

"What does age have to do with me being your friend? I choose who I wanna be friends with anyway. And I choose you, Y/n Roh Oppa, to be my first College friend. Hehehe~"

Her smile really was full of warmth and if sunshine had a smile, then Danielle have it. Pulling out her phone, she showed her number as you immediately got what she was trying to do. Both of you exchange phone numbers and returned the phone. You checked your contacts and you contact numbers had 1 new one and it's labeled as..

"Danielle the sunshine girl? Why did you write that down?"

"Cause its fun Oppa. Look, I wrote yours as the Y/n Oppa the soon to be star author. See? It's fun cause I believe it."

You chuckled at her as the two of you continued to converse like you two have met in a long time as the rain slowly dissappear. Once it had dissappeared, both you and Danielle left the store as she smiled back at you.

"Well, I'll see you around Oppa. Ah by the way, I might or could possibly send you good morning text or good night text just to make sure your alive. I have a fear that if you don't reply, then that means your dead."

You couldn't help but laugh at her words.

"I don't mind it at all Danielle."

"Great, see you around Oppa, hopefully tomorrow. Bye bye~"

She waved you goodbye as she happily skipped away as you were left confused by the words that came out of her mouth.

"Tommorow? Well, I'm preety much sure I won't meet her until then right?"

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Danielle really sticked by her word as she would never miss a day messaging you sending Goodnights and Goodmorning text. Honestly speaking, you overwhelmed by this type of behavior as you really don't know what to reply to her after she send those messages. But beside that, Danielle was actually a very good friend to you.

A week has passed since that encounter and you two would occasionally meet at the convenient store discussing a new story and if your being honest, Danielle's suggestion was really out of this world and really a Challenge to write in general. But her ideas were those typical romance stories but it's twist and plot progression was really interesting that can keep any readers intrigued of the story. But staying at the convenient store wasn't really ideal for you because of 2 reasons.

The first reason is that the place was very far away from your University and also your apartment. Staying there longer means walking a long time and making you exhausted. Being exhausted makes your body and mind tired to do anything and that wouldn't help you in writing a new story.

The second reason is that the eyes of the people entering the place. You were already afraid of the weird stare the cashier gave you before so having multiple stares at you only makes your more anxious and it also didn't help that Danielle was wearing her uniform and you were wearing your College ID. It really makes you overthink if you were getting canceled but most importantly, you were afraid of what people would think of Danielle. You weren't afraid of your own image but for Danielle? She has a bright future ahead for her and you didn't want to harm that.

So instead of staying at that store, you instead suggested to meet up in your sanctuary, the Cafe library to which Danielle agreed on. She didn't really know where the place was but using Google maps, she memorized where she should go. During the morning of her typical day, Danielle was approached by her 2 friends, Kim Minji and Pham Hanni who wore a mischievous smile on their face.

"So, Danielle, you didn't told us you were into Older guys?"

"Excuse me?"

Danielle was surprised by the question Hanni said as Minji playful nudge Danielle.

"Oh come on. Don't act like you didn't know."

"I'm sorry. But what are you two talking about?"

Danielle was really confused on what her two friends were talking as Hanni and Minji shared a look before they sigh.

"Well, students say that you were seen talking to a college guy in the nearby store in our school"

"And words spread out saying you were dating him"

Both Minji and Hanni said respectively as Danielle realized that they were pertaining to you to which she laughed out loud confusing her two friends.

"Damn, so that's what they say? He's actually a friend of mine and isn't it cool that I have a college friend? It makes me closer to being an adult!"

Danielle's smile made her two friend sigh realizing how pure hearted Danielle once. But that's the reason why many guys want her. She's just really pure at heart and very kind. Some people would say that foreigners wouldn't be able to blend well with locals but Danielle proved them all wrong.

"Well, I mean is he treating you right?"

Minji asked as Danielle nodded her head. The trio were walking home now leaving past the school gate.

"Yup, He's kind of awkward at times but I think it's because of him being just socially awkward. But he's a good guy who likes writing. Isn't that cool? Hsi stories is actually good too."

Hanni chuckled at her remark as she crossed her arms near her chest.

"Sounds like a nerd to me who's not good with people. Dani, seriously, are you even sure that he's what you think he is? What if he's just lying to you pretending to act like that because he wants something more? Predators are a common thing right now and I'm worried for you. "

The words that Hanni said made Danielle stop on her tracks. Was what she said really true about you? Were you just faking it because you want something from her? She thought about it as she recalled all her memories with you and found absolutly nothing that comes to her mind whenever you act weird. Except when you shy away when saying a story idea as she would notice you blush in embarrassment and a small smile would appear on your face. That scene made her smile a little before facing Hanni.

"Hanni, I understand you worrying for me but I know Y/n Oppa isn't like that. He's a good guy. Perhaps too good for this world because of his soft heart and kind behavior. If I were to assume all what you said was true and act different towards him, wouldn't that make me a terrible friend just because I listened and believed to something fake where I clearly know what's right?"

Minji smirked feeling proud of Danielle as she playfully shoved the shoulder of Hanni as Hanni sigh seeing the smirk on Minji's face. If there was one thing that Hanni couldn't stand is seeing Minji with her smug face.

"I'm just saying Dani, I'm not telling you to act differently at him. Just be cautious, that's all I'm saying."

"Well, Honestly speaking, I would rather trust Y/n Oppa than Johan, the uhhh… Star player of our school. And that says a lot cause I have been friends with Johan since freshmen and I just can't trust him than Y/n Oppa. If you would meet him and spend time with him, you'll realize that being simple is fun."

Danielle smiled before continuing to walk ahead as Minji shook her head at Hanni.

"You know that Danielle is a good judge of character right?"

"Yeah, I know that girl, it's just that I'm worried for her."

Hanni was a great friend with Danielle as the trio would basically would do everything together and their bonds goes beyond friendship. It almost felt like they were real life siblings, taking care of each other, teasing each other, and always loving each other so of course, Hanni would be worried for her friend.

"Hanni, remember that time Danielle warned you about dating Jay Lee or even Theo Song even though she just saw them with one glance?"

"Well yeah, How could I forget that. If I didn't listen to Danielle then I would be doing drugs right now or even worse, a young mother."

"See, Danielle immediately saw those from afar just by seeing those guys. Trust her Hanni, She knows what she's doing and if she trust that Y/n guy, Then we should believe her."

Hanni, sighed as she looked over at Danielle who was a few feet ahead of them walking. She really loves Danielle and want nothing more for her happiness. So if Danielle thinks that your trust worthy then she will too.

"Alright, If Danielle says so then so be it."

"That's the spirit. Alright, let's catch up to Danielle."

The two girls caught up with Danielle as they began to talk about their school experience on this day as their day ended with smiles and laughter but for Danielle, her day ended with thrill and excitement as she was eager to meet you tomorrow on a great relaxing place. As if time was moving fast, the next day quicker than expected.

The duo of Minji and Hanni noticed the bored and exhausted look on Danielle as they approached her during their break time.

"Hey Dani, you seem out if it. You alright?"

Minji said with her soft voice to which Danielle respond with a soft chuckle.

"Yeah I'm fine. It's just that I couldn't sleep last night cause I was excited to meet him to that Cafe library in the city."

Hanni nodded her head but also was curious on why she would meet you there.

"Isn't that place gonna get demolished in a few weeks? Why there anyway?"

"Well it's what he says. Beside, I always wanted to visit that place in a long time now so yeah."

Hanni and Minji nodded their head as they were already familiar with that place anyway. There wasn't any suspicious activity there and it was rather calming there to any supposed any areas around the city.

Danielle wished nothing more for the final bell to ring as her bright smile was plastered on her face ready to beat anyone who leaves the school gate. As the final bell rang, Danielle bursted through the door leaving a few trails of smoke behind her as Hanni and Minji laughed seeing how Danielle acted. Danielle was the first to leave the school gate and as she was out of the gate, she catched her breath and began to walk towards the cafe library. The place wasn't that far from her school but she made sure to call you.

"Oppa, I'm already seeing the place. Where are you?

"Ah, just enter the cafe, you'll immediately see me

"Oh Okay, see you soon Oppa~

"Ah yeah see you-Yah, Yuqi. It's not like that!

The call ended leaving her in a state of confusion as she was able to hear a girl's voice through the phone. She questioned herself if you were with another person besides her but she just brush that off and thought that you had other friends there. But their was an uneasy feeling on her part that she can't clearly explain. Her smile that was present immedietly dissappearred when she heard you say Yuqi. A mix of sadness, dissapointment, curious, and worry was what the feeling was.

She arrived at the place and the first thing that caught her attention was the calming vibe the place had. It's ambience was out of this world as customers and students were in the place discussing something and at the same time reading books.

"Woah, this place is cool!"

"Ah, Danielle, over here."

She heard that familiar voice over and her smile was immediately back on her face as she saw you sitting on your favorite table but this time, there was an extra seat for her as she made her way towards you all smiles.

"Hey Y/n Oppa. Did you wait too long? I'm sorry I took my time it's just that I kinda got lost for a bit."

You chuckled at her words as she took a seat opposite to you. It wasn't your first time having someone to talk to in the cafe but it surely was your first time talking to a friend outside of the cafe infront of you.

"It's fine. I just got here as well. By the way, Do you drink coffee or you're to young for it-"

"Yah, Oppa. How many times do I have to tell you that I'm adult already."

You softly laughed and Danielle found it weird that for the first time, she heard you laugh without any awkwardness in them. It sounded so pure and happy like there was no lie in your laughter as this caught Danielle off guard. She was used to you being all shy and timid even when talking or laughing so being able to hear your true laugh really made her frozen to her feet.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. So what drink would you like?"

"O-oh Ummmm..do they have like a hot chocolate here?"

"Yup they do have. Should I order it to be the special type?"

Danielle turn her head to the side a bit as a look of confusion was written on her face.

"Special type? What's that?"

"Well it's like the drink got upgraded. Instead of a normal hot choco drink, they would add up whip cream, some marshmallows, and finally some crushed oreo cookies."

Just by hearing your words, Danielle's mouth was foaming that she had to gulp down her saliva to control herself.

"Yeah, I would like that."

"Alright, Let me order it real quick. Hold on."

You left your table to order your drink as Danielle looked around the place. She found the place really relaxing an it's aesthethics were really her taste. She really doesn't understand why someone would demolish this place when it's better than any cafe she visited before. But as much as she wants to admire the place, her eyes landed on you talking, smiling and even laughing whole heartedly to a small girl on the counter. That mixture of feelings was once again in the pits of her stomach and she didn't like it one bit.

Her eyes tried to look away from it but it felt like her eyes just keeps on locking gazes with you and that girl. She spent a few good chunks of minutes staring at you and the girl but immediately looked away when you walked back at the table with your orders at hand. You handed Danielle her drink as you sat back on your seat.

"You seem like a regular here Oppa. You seem close with the staff here."

Danielle said as you nodded your head. The proud feeling took over your body knowing this place was your second home and everyone here was like a family to you.

"Yeah, you could say this is my second home and silent sanctuary. I have been here since the start of the place. I'm gonna miss them when this place gets shut down"

"Even the girl?…."

"Huh?"

Danielle widen her eyes realizing that her mouth just went into pilot mode saying that stuff that was on her mind. You on the other hand didn't really hear what she said so were confused on what she was saying.

"What are you talking about Danielle?"

"Oh uh.. Umm.. I.. I was talking about the book! Y-Yeah the book here. T-The girl who missed the book."

"There's a book like that?"

You asked as Danielle gulped a little trying desperately to escaped her situation she placed herself in. She nodded her head but at the same time, stirred the conversation to another direction hoping to bury this one in the dirt.

"A-Anyway Oppa. Any ideas you have for your new story?"

You smiled happily and took out your notebook showing her the titles you had in mind and it's plot. You explained each story and so far, Danielle all loved it but one story is what really got her hooked up.

"This story about a girl in the past and a boy in the present meeting up in the present timeline. I like this one. It's unique, it's interesting and the ending is quite realistic. I love this one. Shall I give you some possible plot Ideas Oppa?"

"I would love to Danielle."

Your genuine smile caught her off guard as she looked down, a small tint of pinkness appearing there as she tries to contain her happiness. This afternoon spending time with you was so different than the times you would meet up with her in the store. She wasn't sure if it was because of your in a familiar territory or if it's because you're really just shining whenever your doing your hobby.

Danielle began writing down her plots as Yuqi arrived smiling and greeting the two of you.

"So how's the drink Y/n?"

"Oh Yuqi, it's the best ever, like always."

Danielle looked up and she saw the girl that you were talking to and she can tell that she was the same girl earlier on the call as her voice has been imprinted on her mind. She noticed how the two of you acted so close and that mix feeling again appeared but this time, it annoyed her.

"Ah, by the way Yuqi, this is Danielle. A friend of mine."

Danielle looked up smiling as usual as Yuqi smiled and greeted her as well.

"Nice to meet you Danielle. A friend of Y/n is also a friend of mine. So make yourself at home okay?"

"Ah, Yes Unnie."

But as soon as the greetings ended, Danielle couldn't help but glance up her notebook seeing how comfortable, happy, and bright you were talking to Yuqi and seeing the response of Yuqi towards you, it made her feel more annoyed and confused. This feeling was such a mystery for her and it also intrigues her. Whenever you would talk about Yuqi, Danielle just stop functioning and her grip on the pen would tighten up and it eventually broke in half snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Oh no my pen…."

"It's alright Danielle, I have mine right here."

You pulled out one of your ballpen towards her but instead of just handing it to her, your hand touched with hers as you gave the ballpen.

"You really need to be careful Danielle, Ballpen lives matter too."

You softly chuckled at your words yet Danielle was lost staring at your hand. It was her first time having someone else hold her hand like this and it send Shockwave all over her Body. That mix feeling she was feeling immediately dissappeared in an instant when you're hand touched hers. She noticed her heart beating faster now and she could feel her cheeks turning hotter by the second.

Was she sick?

Did she get an unknown sickness along the way?

Is she gonna be alright?

These questions appeared on her head making her unable to focus on the plots anymore. It also didn't help that time moved faster as they left the cafe with Danielle dissapointed in herself not being able to be productive with you.

"I'm sorry Y/n Oppa, I couldn't focus much today"

She looked down embarrassed but you just smiled softly and patted her head. Just like how your hand touches hers earlier, her heart began to beat faster and this got her excited somehow.

"It's fine Danielle. What's important is that we were able to start a story together. So I don't think this day was wasted."

Your bright smile really can captive even the strongest warrior's as Danielle was that warrior. Now she was weak towards you. You picked up a taxi for her as she was suprised.

"Oppa, I can walk."

"No can do Danielle, It's night time now and I won't risk you walking away in this time. I would rather want to send you home safe. Don't worry, I already paid the taxi on my phone so just messaged me when you arrive home okay?"

Danielle was now confused. Were you really the same timid Y/n she met a week ago cause right now, you were stirring her heart and thoughts out of control. She thanked you as you wathc her leave the scene with you waving at her goodbye. Today's meeting really left you wondering if Danielle's pick was the best story for you.

"I better review the plot she made tonight."

You trusted Danielle after all so you have full trust that this story of yours will work out in the end. As you walked home, Danielle was at the taxi cab thinking of what feeling her heart was feeling when you offered her a taxi home. It was weird, it was confusing and at the same time, it was a nice feeling to have.

"I gotta ask Minji and Hanni tomorrow, I'm sure they have an answer to that"

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"You're Jealous."

"What?"

Hanni clarified herself after Danielle described what she felt yesterday on seeing you interacting with Song Yuqi. Minji chocked on her drink after she heard Hanni said those words.

"Hanni, That's impossible. Danielle just met the guy a week ago. There's no way Danielle likes him that quick. Right Danielle?"

"Y-Yeah. Isn't love suppose to take time?"

Hanni sighed and shook her head. If there was someone who has expertise when it comes to love then Hanni was that person.

"Haven't you been spending every afternoon with him since meeting him? Don't tell me that isn't enough time for something to develop? Love sometimes can be unexpected at times and right now, Danielle, Your in love with him."

Danielle gulped down her anxiety. Hanni can be crazy at times but surely, she's wrong right?

"N-No, that's impossible Hanni.."

"Dani, face it. Your in the stage of denial right now. But if you really wanna know. Why don't you go and visit him and see what you feel when he interact with that friend of his."

Danielle is no longer able to talk. Hanni's explanation of her feelings helped her to come to the correct conclusion. Love is a complicated emotion that differs from person to person, and Danielle isn't sure what type of love she is feeling for you right now. Was that love? Pity? Inspiration? Or the most straightforward: She loves you. As the day went by, her thoughts kept returning to those queries. As she walked out of the school, she felt as like she was wandering aimlessly, wondering herself, "Do I really love him?" But as she turned to face the cafe library, she began to feel as though her legs had a consciousness of their own.

"Why am I even here-"

Her words was stopped when she saw you smiling, laughing with Yuqi. The two of you felt like the world was only yours and nothing else mattered. Danielle's gaze was just focused on that one person, You.

She had her palm firmly clutched on the hem of her skirt and her eyes were more alert than usual because she could see how tactile Yuqi was with you, and the worst part was that you seemed to be loving it. Naturally, Yuqi was introduced to her as one of your pals as well, but their bond was worlds apart from hers. In contrast to her, Yuqi seems like a girl who fits you. Danielle, on the other hand, was still a student, young, occasionally immature, and kidding about.

It hurt her to experience this kind of emotion since her heart was being yanked back. It might have hurt earlier to have such a large cut on her, but this was worse. Her mind rang with the earlier remarks of Hanni. She eventually caught a glimpse of you and another girl. She…

"I hate it…."

Danielle softly said as she took a deep breath in. And entered the cafe. She didn't want to lose and she was a competitive girl. Once she focused on something, she won't ever stop until she achieved it. And right now, her goal is have your attention, just for her. Only her.

"Oh Y/n. That plot is really good. But do you-"

"Hey Y/n Oppa~"

Danielle entered their chat as you and Yuqi both turned to see the smiling Danielle. You waved your hand at her while returning her smile. You weren't actually expecting her, but now that you've shown her around, it was only a matter of time until she started coming here more frequently. But this time, something about Danielle was different. She chose to sit next to you rather than across from you, purposely cutting Yuqi off and surprising her.

"O-Oh, Well I gotta do my shift now Y/n. See you two later."

You laughed and nodded your head at Yuqi as she went away with a wink. Danielle was enraged to witness Yuqi flirting with you as her love for you burned hot. She was filled with jealousy and want your undivided attention. Danielle closes the distance between you by doing something unconventional, surprising you in the process.

"W-Woah, is there something on my face Danielle?"

"Clean face, no lipstick on your neck, your perfume seems like your perfume, no female hair on your clothes. Your cleared."

Danielle sat back as you blinked twice not knowing why Danielle suddenly got close to your face. It was weird seeing Danielle up close as she kinda looks preety.

You slapped your mental self just by thinking that thought.

"Have you gone mad Y/n!?! That's Danielle! An 18 year old girl! You're 21 and you shouldn't say those stuff! You disgusting fteak!"

You tormented yourself but even before you can curse yourself up, Danielle once again got closer to you and this time, she grabbed your hand and asked a silly question that got your wondering. What is Danielle doing?

"Oppa, my hand kinda hurts. Can you guide my hand in writing the plot? I really want to finish this chapter 2 summary."

"A-Ah, Su-Sure…"

With your hand above hers, you felt a sense of warmth and softness from her hand and this got you blushing a little. It was your first time holding a girl's hand and it made your heart beat faster. But that was shut down immediately as you again realized that Society will label you as a disgusting bastard since Danielle is still young and you're an adult.

You chose to ignore this, but as the days passed, Danielle's aggressive devotion for you only became more overt. Sometimes Danielle's teasing makes you blush, other times she holds your hand just because she thinks it's cold when it's warm, other times she sends you good morning messages with heart emojis instead of the usual sun set or sunrise, and lastly there are the times she purposefully cuts off Yuqi with her usual antics, which makes you feel both relieved and worried. You were relieved that Yuqi wouldn't have to disturb your writing flow on a regular basis, but you were also concerned about how Danielle's combative behavior may irritate Yuqi. But that wasn't the case at all.

With the sudden change of Behavior from Danielle, you had to ask her why she's being like this because right now, you were touching dangerous waters. You don't want Danielle to do something she will or you will regret. So meeting up with her on the Cafe like usual, You waited for her but you were also anxious about what would happen to your friendship with her. You didn't want it to end here nor do you also want to change the relationship you have now.

It wasn't that long when Danielle arrived and her attire caught you off guard. Something about her made you stare at her as it wasn't just you who were captivated. Multiple guys and girls were also in awe with how Danielle presented herself. Her usual long hair was cut off to a medium length, a small bun was at the back of her hair and her ends were curled abit showcasing her different beauty. A mature concept if what you call it.

"Oppa~"

Danielle with her signature smile went to you as the stare of the people went to you. You gulped in fear as you always don't feel comfortable with many eyes on you and with Danielle's presence, brought audience. She sat opposite to you but you can see how preety and beautiful Danielle is right now and this really got you nervous. Your mind and heart was torn into two sides on what to pick.

"Danielle, did you cut your hair?"

"Oh, yup. My hair was kinda getting too long and now. I look ugly huh?"

Oh ugly was sure in her dictionary of things as she was looking like a princess unworthy of your time. You ended up gazing on her as Danielle smiled softly with a little blush on her cheeks. This was her plan all along after all. She wants to captivate you and make sure that your attention will only be for her. Taking this opportunity, she changed her seat to be with you as your heart began racing faster and your cheeks was turning redder.

"Say Oppa."

"Y-Yeah?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

You shook your head at her question. Having a hard time communicating with other people was already harder and confessing to Yuqi was close to impossible, so why did she think you even have a slight chance to even have a girlfriend.

"Danielle I need to tell you-"

"Oppa can I go first?"

Danielle's expression changed from her usual bright demeanor to a more anxious and worried expression. You haven't seen this side of Danielle before and somehow, this made you feel bad for her.

"Oppa, ever since I met you, I entered a new world that I didn't know that I would enjoy. Honestly speaking, I wasn't into books and all that but you, you Oppa changed my perspective and I realized how much amazing it is. You helped me enter a new world I would cherish forever. "

The words spoken by Danielle touched your heart. It wasn't everyday that you get complimented by your hobby as most people would just look down on you.

"Danielle, that means a lot to me."

Danielle smiled for a few second before she showed her anxious expression once again. Her hands were sweating bullets but she has to say it now and make her plan to action. With a deep breath she stared at your eyes.

"And I found an amazing friend with me who would show me the beauty of stories and with how the imagination can be used so well for amazing scenarios. I'm forever thankful for you Oppa but, there's a bump, well it was my on bump…"

"Danielle…."

"Oppa, the time we spent together, I'm thankful for that. The times where you would motivate me to do my homework, were you would buy me hot choco for my scores, for always reminding me to do my best but also relax, all of this, made me feel…. Loved."

Her eyes soften and her stare at you wasn't anxious or her usual bright aura. It was something new and your eyes widen in realization that what Danielle is showing to you is the climax expression of your character confessing. In your perspective, this was bad. The dangerous water you desperately want avoid has now entered your space.

"Danielle I-"

"I know Oppa. Your scared of what society would say if you date me right?"

Your soul left your body as Danielle immediately caught your intentions. You didn't know how to react as Danielle chuckled and leaned in closer to you. She caressed your cheeks as her look of love was still plastered on her face but you can also see in her eyes that there was sadness in them.

"I know you wouldn't agree with me and I already know that. But at least for now you know what I feel. Just this once, let me feel happiness."

Danielle closed in on you kissing your forehead. Your heart fluttered not because of the sudden kiss but rather by where she kissed you. She knows that kissing your lips was still an x mark for you so kissing your forehead was the best she can give you. After all, she's gonna leave this place and return to Australia and might not even see you anymore.

Despite how difficult it is for her, she felt powerless over her fate because her objective was home rather than here. She initially detested it and want to leave this location. Her friends have become her haven, you have become her lighthouse of joy, and this has become her home. She made the decision to end on a high note since she didn't want to leave with a shattered heart. She gave her hair a more moderately short haircut to demonstrate that she is prepared to let go and embark on a new life. When they realized their time was short, Minji and Hanni sobbed bitterly, but what about you? None of this was known to you.

Danielle pulled away from you as she wore a bittersweet smile hiding her tears from falling. She knows that this was goodbye and the painful thing for her is that, she couldn't even finish the story with you.

"Goodbye, Oppa."

Danielle stood up and began walking away from the door as you were staring at her picking up the pieces together. Something wasn't adding up with this meeting. Danielle left the Cafe as her tears began to form on her eyes but she kept a strong face as she walked away, biting her lips not wanting to cry out loud.

You were left unable to speak and in a precarious situation. Has Danielle just abandoned you? Has your friendship with her ended? And what did she say as she bid goodbye? All of this was going through your mind, with no answer as Yuqi sat opposite to you with a dissapointed face.

"So why did you make Danielle cry?"

You looked perplexed as you looked up and saw Yuqi.

"What?"

While shaking her head, Yuqi sighed. She had a burning want to punch you right now.

"Danielle just confessed to you right? But to me, that felt like a goodbye gift than a confession."

Your heart sanked hearing what Yuqi said. Was that the missing piece on why nothing added up on Danielle's action? But it's still felt like you're missing something. Something that will connecting everything.

"Listen Y/n. I know Danielle is like 3 years younger than you but are you really going to break her heart just because your afraid of what people will say? Is that it?"

Frustration was evident on Yuqi's voice as you couldn't answer properly. Danielle had always brought a smile to your face no matter what and it was because of her that you felt like your were an important person to someone. It felt like someone cared for you wholeheartedly and accepting who you are as a person.

"I have seen it with my eyes how Danielle really loved you. And you also showed how much you cared for her, more than a friend would do."

Yuqi's comments just keep coming while your head is filled with recollections. As soon as Danielle's warmth and smile entered your mind, your heart began to beat more rapidly. The innumerable occasions when Danielle would reassure you, tease you, motivate you, and even show you that she cared. Did Danielle care about what other people thought after showing you all that?

Absolutely not

The memories you shared with her flooded your memory, making your heart beat more quickly and more quickly. You were only fooled by what people would say; that risky river you keep claiming to avoid isn't actually dangerous; yet in love, love isn't just about doing things. It has to do with the language that the two of you used to express your feelings, and that was the story that both of you created. That was the symbol of your love.

Your long-built wall of defense was breached not by force but rather by Danielle's warm presence in your life. Everything fell into place at this point; you, not Danielle, were the missing link. Everything that transpired in this story was due to your actions, and you now have a significant decision to make.

"Yuqi, I'm sorry for being an idiot. But I gotta go."

Standing up, You dashed away from the door as Yuqi smiled proudly and chuckled.

"When did that guy grow up so fast?"

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Passing by many people, your eyes were just looking for a specific girl. An Australian sunshine girl. You didn't know where to look for her but your heart believed that she was just close by. You don't want to end the story like this. This wasn't what you want the script to end just like. This was the biggest leap of your life and you were gonna make the most of it.

"Danielle! Where are you-"

An angelic soft voice resonated with your ears as the familiar tone got you walking towards that direction. With every step you took, the more your heart was beating louder and her soft voice has gotten louder. You weren't sure what to say as you stopped on your tracks as you saw the girl who wrote your story, Standing over by the old oak tree observing the sun go down. You were scared, but you were also determined to finish the story so you walked towards her as she was unaware of your presence.

"Goodbye… My sweet home.."

Danielle said as she looked down and finally let her tears fall down her face. She has been holding this emotions since earlier and right now, she couldn't hold on anymore as she cried her heart out.

"Minji, Hanni, I'll miss you… Oppa, I'll still love you-"

A sudden embrace got her suprised but the familiar heartbeat that she has accustomed to was beating loudly for her. Your hand patted her back as Danielle sat there in shock. It felt like a dejavu for her. Before, she was the one that hugged you when you broke down and now, it was you who was comforting her as she broke down in tears.

"There, there Danielle, it must be hard loving an idiot right?"

"O-Oppa?"

Danielle looked up and saw you with warm smile as you wiped away her tears with your thumb. It broke your heart seeing your sunshine look so devastated because of your stupid belief.

"Danielle, I have always been cautious about liking someone older or younger than me because of what society will say. But you, you showed me that walking away from my comfort zone for the sake of love is worth it."

Danielle widen her eyes as you continued.

"I may not be able to say I love you that quick or confidently kiss you or even hug you but I am willing to go to lengths that will make me show how much I appriciate you. And even show why I love you-"

Danielle couldn't hold it anymore as she tackled you to the ground hugging you with her tears but instead of sadness, it was happiness as Danielle wore a bright smile and kept repeating the words

"I love you, I love you."

You just chuckled as you held Danielle on your arms. You felt like a heavy burden out of your chest as Danielle spend a few minutes on your chest before speaking the words that you needed to hear.

"Oppa, I'm leaving Korea and returning to Australia to start my college there and get a job. I-It might take some time for me to return here. Will you still wait for me?"

You smiled and this time, instead of feeling worried, you were confident that she will be in your arms again.

"Danielle, my love for you will remain until how long. Because I know you'll return to my arms."

As she hugged you more tightly, Danielle flushed. Even if it hurts, Danielle has her own life to live and you must temporarily let her go since your hearts still belong to each other.

7 year later.

Countless of reporters have been surrounding a black car as they anticipate the hot and famous author in korea. The young author who took the world by storm with his poetic and amazing books. When the people needed new love stories, he delivered and now his 2nd best selling book become a movie and it has been a hit. His works never failed to miss as countless famous actors want to partake in his story to bringing into life. As the door opened, their cameras showed it's bright flash.

You stepped out of your limousine smiling and waving your hand at the people around. You didn't expect your success to be this huge just because of that story you and Danielle worked on. After you finished that story, a famous director entered the cafe and found your story interesting. From there on, your life went upwards and never slowed down.

"Ah, madame sunshine, did you wait for me?"

You held out to the world's rising and famous actress, Danielle Marsh. As she held your hand out with her astonishing red dress as her beauty showed. Camera's took pictures of you and Danielle. Her life also went to an uprise after returning to Australia. Of course she really missed you a lot and would often call you every night but with the difference of time, it was hard to adjust but both of you had a strong relationship. Danielle entered the college of musical and arts and her acting was spotted by many directors. From there, she started as small roles in drama and movies but she always stood out despite being a minor character. Soon her role was promoted until she was the main lead and her fame sky rocketed.

Hanni and Minji became her personal managers and also her tea friends where Hanni and Minji would share Danielle the latest gossip in town or in the world. Overall, the three of them become successful together. But the world was shook when you and Daniele decided to show the world that both of you were dating. You were ready to face the backlash of society but instead, you were poured with praise.

"It still feels surreal to be walking in the red carpet with my beloved author. Hehehe~"

Danielle poked your cheeks as you couldn't help but smile at her answer.

"Well I wouldn't be here if my Sunshine didn't share an umbrella with me."

"Hehehe~ I love you so much Y/n."

"And I love you where words isn't enough to write it. So I'll do this instead."

"What do you-"

You kissed Danielle by her lips as the reporters didn't hesitate to take the photo of the hottest couple in the world. Danielle giggled as she pulled away from you. Both yours reflected with each other as your story with Danielle was just starting.

[adrianasunderworld]

Twst boys x Disney princesses

In which some of the Disney princesses somehow end up in Twst in place of Yuu and are hanging out with the boys. They are all rooming in Ramshackle together. The only context you need is that it is 1am when I thought of and started typing this.

Belle is the one that gets the title of Beast Master slapped onto her. All the beast men students latch onto her. They all get along with her and want to keep her happy. Leona taking residence on her lap while she finds a nice reading spot in the botanical garden is a common sight.

Ariel, much to everyone's regret for not keeping them separated, gets along well with Floyd. They in a weird way match each other's energy. Ariel is so excited and willing to jump into anything to explore this strange new world, and Floyd loves seeing her reactions to things. He thinks it's hilarious.

Merida and Rook archery contest. They're both so good though that no one can judge their matches. It's now escalated to shooting random stuff near each other to show off. Rook will be eating an apple and Merida will shoot it out of his hand from a balcony somewhere, he can't even see her. No one wants to hang out with them.

Jasmine, like the Scarabia boys, always has a sweater with her uniform. Because compared to the desert, NRC is freezing. Shes very fond of Kalim, because he reminds her of her dad, and Scarabia looks like her home. So she's usually hanging around them. Jamil and Kalim note that the carpet really likes Jasmine and listens to her.

Vil did not initially want to be around Snow White, because she is basically a girl Neige. But one day she asks sort of shyly if she had done anything to him, and if so she was very sorry. The poor thing was so genuinely upset, that Vil felt bad and stopped avoiding her.

Cater saw Anna doing her thing where she jumps in front of portraits and matches them. They took so many pictures and it became a new trend/challenge on Magicam.

Aroura is always hanging around the Diasomnia gang. It reminds her of being with her aunt's and helps the home sickness. She watches over Silver when he passes out.

Cinderella gets along with Trein. At first she was unsure, because he is a lot like her stepmother. But upon seeing that Trein is very nice, they got along very well. Trein is fond of her and says she reminds him of his daughters.

Tiana and Ruggie are friends. They both took on jobs at Mostro Lounge and clicked. Ruggie shows her all the recipes his grandma uses, Tiana uses him as a taste tester. Granny Bucchi adores her.

Aroura and Belle are the ones that go out of their way to befriend Malleus. All the princesses are nice to him, don't get me wrong. But those two are his friends.

Snow White likes to bake with Trey. Her apple pies were a bif hit at the next tea party.

Cinderella keeps Grim in line. She will grab him by the scruff of his neck, and go, "What do you have? Drop it. Come on, I said drop it." Or if he won't listen to anyone else, they get her. "Grim, come here!" Cinderella has also befriended all the mice and rats in Ramshackle. She made them sweaters and everything.

Some of the princesses have taken on small jobs around campus. Tiana cooks and packs hot lunches to sell. Ariel will sometimes be a lounge singer for Mostro Lounge. Belle will help out the librarian.

[iwriteangstcauseimdepressed]

Since Honesty Is Hard For Me to Find These Days

It was a busy evening at Angel’s Share. It was to be expected, considering it was the beloved Acting Grandmaster Jean’s birthday, and even after everything, Diluc still couldn’t say no to hosting her party here. Even if it meant dealing with the knights. 

Though there weren’t as many knights as Diluc had prepared to deal with. Whoever had planned this party had made sure to only invite knights of a higher rank. Or rather, knights that had a close relationship with Jean. 

This list included Librarian Lisa, Captain Eula and Captain Albedo, Amber, Honorary Knight Lumine and her companion Paimon, Noelle, and of course, Cavalry Captain and Quartermaster Kaeya. 

(Venti was also there, drinking happily at the bar. Diluc doubted that he was actually invited but no one cared to shoo him away.)

So for Diluc, the night wasn’t too bad as at least, all the knights in attendance knew better than to annoy him. Most only offered him a polite greeting when ordering their drinks, aside from Lumine who had also set herself up at the bar, making conversation with him and Venti about her latest travels and plans for Sumeru. 

Jean did also come up to speak with him, mainly to thank him for letting them use Angel’s Share, which Diluc brushed off. They may not be as close as they had once been, but Diluc still thought highly of Jean and admired her determination to make do with what Varka had left her. 

So Diluc wished her a happy birthday, offering a rare small smile, which Jean returned with a much larger one, quietly giving her thanks before returning to her friends. 

Diluc couldn’t help but feel happy for her, having so many people willing to do anything for her, and not just because of her title. He knew that she had spent the day with her friends, going out on a picnic with those closest to her. 

‘One apple cider, if you may Master Diluc.’ Kaeya’s annoyingly smooth voice cut through Diluc’s thoughts. ‘Not alcohol this time? Have you finally given up on it like a responsible adult, Sir Kaeya?’ He allowed a bitter tone to seep into his words. 

‘Like the responsible adult you are, Master Diluc, running around it that outrageous costume.’ Kaeya sneered. Diluc glared at him and slammed his drink down on the bar counter. ‘Just take your drink and leave Sir Kaeya.’ He hissed. 

‘Gladly.’ Kaeya grinned and sauntered off in the direction of Albedo, who glanced up and smiled at him. Diluc watched as Kaeya took a seat next to the alchemist, offering over his apple cider. 

Diluc forced himself to tear his eyes away from the fond smile on Kaeya’s face. It was one that he hadn’t seen on him since before that fateful night. 

He noticed Lumine watching him with an unreadable expression as she sipped at her drink. He frowned at her, feeling slightly unnerved at the way her eyes seemed to see through him. Paimon looked back and forth between them, vaguely confused. 

‘Is something the matter, Lumine?’ He asked. Lumine continued to stare at him for a few moments before answering him. 

‘You know Master Diluc, you should be more kind to him. You never know which conversation may be your last.’ Lumine placed her empty cup on the bar counter and got up. ‘Just…be nice to him, before it’s too late.’ 

Diluc stared after her retreating back. She should have just slapped him, at least that would be easier to deal with. It wasn’t the first time Lumine had expressed concern over their relationship once she had found out but it was the first time she had been so blunt in her approach. 

‘You know Master Diluc, she is right.’ Venti slurred. When Diluc looked over at him, he could feel the way his Archon gazed into his eyes. He scoffed. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about, Venti.’ 

‘You do, and the longer you wait, the worse it will get.’ Diluc couldn’t help the unsettled feeling as he watched Venti return to his drink, nor could he get Lumine’s words out of his head for the rest of the night. 

Jean had been kind enough to end the party at eight, giving Diluc plenty of time to clean up,  and with the unsolicited help of Noelle, who even after Diluc insisting several times that she didn’t need to, continued to help, they were done in no time. 

Then Jean and Lisa began herding the somewhat drunk knights out the door, waving apologetically. Lumine was the last to leave, and she shot him an imploring look over her shoulder before she did.

Diluc shook himself, trying to get rid of a small feeling of dread. He locked the door to the Angel’s Share and began the long trek back to the winery. Still Lumine’s words echoed in his head. You never know which conversation may be your last. A warning coming from someone who had experienced the grief and uncertainty of losing a sibling. 

Adelinde greeted him at the door of the winery. 

‘How was the party, Master Diluc? I hope the Grandmaster is well.’ Diluc offered her a tired smile. Even after everything, Diluc still viewed Adelinde as the closest thing he - and Kaeya, his mind added - had had to a mother. ‘The party was fine, Addie. And Jean is doing well. From what I heard, the knights managed to keep her away from work the entire day.’ 

Adelinde smiled, following him inside the winery. ‘That’s good. Say what you will about the knights, Jean works far too hard for her own good.’ Adelinde sighed. Diluc, for all of his animosity towards the knights, couldn’t bring himself to disagree. 

‘Indeed.’ Diluc paused. ‘Is there something you need, Master Diluc?’ Adelinde asked, sensing his hesitance. Diluc frowned slightly. ‘No…I think everything is fine. I’m going to head up to my room now. You should get some rest as well Addie.’ 

Adelinde bowed. 

‘If you insist, Master Diluc. Call me if you need anything.’ Diluc smiled at her again. ‘Of course I will Addie.’

      Heading up to his room, Diluc paused in front of a door that had not been opened in years. His hand came up to hover over the door handle. He didn’t know what he would find in there, he was afraid of what he would find in there. 

But still his curiosity got the better of him. 

Diluc opened the door slowly and peered inside. The room hadn’t changed at all, everything was still in the same place it had been left. The bedsheets were still unmade, the closet door still slightly ajar, notes scattered on the desk. 

It was as if Kaeya had never left. 

Diluc entered hesitantly, doing his best not to disturb anything. There was a thin layer of dust covering most things, but not as much as he expected, indicating that some of the maids had come at regular intervals to clean. 

He made his way over to Kaeya’s old desk. On it were several uncompleted documents for the knights, a few pens scattered around, an old ink pot and a photo in a frame. Diluc picked up the picture frame, blinking back tears as the smiling faces of Kaeya and himself were being hugged by their father, surrounded by the whiteness of snow.

Diluc remembered that day; it was the first time Kaeya had ever seen snow and little 9 year Diluc had been appalled when he found out and had practically dragged Kaeya out to play. 

He remembered the wonder in Kaeya’s eyes as he touched snow for the first time. He remembered the wide-eyed questions and the way Kaeya would tug on his sleeve. He had convinced himself that Kaeya had made all that up as part of his elaborate lie, but now looking back, Diluc couldn’t bring himself to think it was fake. 

Afterall, Kaeya had 3 years to bring down Mondstadt, but instead he chose to root out corruption within the knights themselves, even at the risk of his own life, and had even brought himself to keep Diluc updated as best he could.          

Diluc hurriedly put down the picture frame before he could drop it as his hands started shaking. He could feel more tears prick at his eyes. 

As he placed down the picture frame, he dislodged a small box that had been hidden. Diluc picked up the box to inspect it. There was no lock on it, just a small latch, and as much as Diluc felt bad for invading Kaeya’s privacy, his curiosity still got the better of him. 

Inside the box were pieces of paper with writing on them. Letters his mind supplied. 

Diluc took the box and sat down on Kaeya’s old bed, ignoring the layer of dust he unsettled. At the very top of the box was a small note with a small message written on it, which read;

‘If you’re reading this Luc, and I know you are, stop. Now. Or else I’ll tell papa’ 

Diluc chuckled wetly to himself. Kaeya had always used their father as a way of blackmailing Diluc into doing something. It had worked every time. 

Diluc removed the little note and moved onto the real first letter. 

The ink of the letter was smudged with tears and the date indicated that Kaeya was around 9 years old, a year or so after the photo was taken. 

The letter read;

I had another nightmare last night. Luc was there when I woke up, trying to comfort me despite the tears running down his face. Usually having Diluc wake me up from my nightmares is nice, but this time it just made me feel worse. Seeing his crying face reminded me of the one in my dream when-

The rest of that sentence was too smudged for Diluc to read properly. He skipped down to the next readable sentence.

I know I have to leave one day, father will never let me say. And if Papa ever finds out, he’ll hate me and so will Luc, I just know it. I don’t want them to hate me! I want to stay. I love them, more than I love father, more than I love the motherland. Father lied to me when he said that the people of the gods were cruel. But I know that sinners like me don’t get nice things. Diluc and papa will one day hate me, even though I will never stop loving them, one day I will be forced to turn against Mondstadt, the people who took me in, even though I would rather die. One day, I will have to return to the fate the gods have cursed me with.   

Diluc forced himself to stop reading. Kaeya knew that Diluc would hate him. Kaeya expected Diluc to hate him. But Kaeya, who had only been with them for a year, already loved them more than his ‘real’ family and place of birth. 

And Diluc- Diluc had taken that love and that loyalty and shattered it. He had taken one look at his little brother, standing ashamed in the rain, and had chosen to make him into a traitor he never was.  

Diluc placed the letter back in the box carefully, and pulled out another letter. This one was dated about 5 years after Kaeya’s arrival, so when Kaeya was 13 and Diluc was 14.

Luc was announced Cavalry Captain today. The youngest in the Knights' history, or so we’ve been told. Papa was really proud of him, and I was too. I also joined the Knights alongside Diluc, mainly so I wouldn’t be left alone. I know my father would say that it was an excellent way to gain info on how they run things to make it easier to invade, but I don’t care about that. I want to make it easier for Diluc to succeed and meet papa’s expectations. 

But there was another thing I was thinking about. Now that Diluc has a high position within the Knights, if I did have to turn against Mond, I would have to fight Diluc. Or rather, Diluc would have to take me down. I would rather it be him than any other knights. At least that way I can see him one more time before I die. Heh, that does sound like a poetic fate; a sinner dying by the blade of the only someone they truly loved.

I know that he would hate it, even if he knew I was nothing but a traitor. Maybe it’s best if I just leave. Just run, run from all of this so I never have to face Diluc, so papa never finds out that the son he raised was meant to hurt him all along. I could leave a letter, I could leave this letter. And then they wouldn’t miss me anymore. 

Diluc squeezed his eyes closed. 

13 year old Kaeya was already preparing for Diluc to hate him, for Diluc to kill him. And Diluc had proved him right. That even after all that they did together, all that Kaeya did for him, Diluc would only ever see him as a traitor. 

He could feel the tears start to fall from his eyes, and Diluc couldn’t bring himself to stop them. For so many years he had convinced himself that everything was all part of Kaeya’s plan, that everything they did together was Kaeya simply forming a bond so that Diluc would trust him, making it easier for Kaeya to ruin everything. 

But Kaeya had never wanted that. He wanted their love even if he thought himself undeserving. And had Diluc just stopped and listened to Kaeya that night, they could have avoided all of this.           

‘Master Diluc?’ Adelindes voice pulled him from his thoughts. 

‘Addie.’ He choked out, still holding the letter. ‘I-’ 

He cut himself off with a sob. Adelinde was next to him in a second, gently prying the letter out of his hands. 

‘It’s all right Diluc, it’s all right.’ Adelinde tried to sooth him, placing her hand over his. Diluc shook his head. ‘It’s not all right Addie, I- I ruined everything.’ Adelinde pulled him down into a proper hug. 

‘It may not be all right now, Diluc my dear, but you can make things right with him. Only your pride prevents you from talking to him. You have fought before-’

‘You don’t understand Addie! I hurt him, I burned him, I almost killed him. He has every reason to hate me Addie’ 

Adelinde sighed. 

‘That may be so, Diluc, but nothing will get better if you don’t try. And you mentioned that Kaeya sent you letters while you were away. I doubt he would have done that if he truly hated you.’ 

Adelinde’s words made sense, but still Diluc doubted himself. 

‘But how do I apologies? Nothing I can say can make up for what I did.’ Adelinde pulled something out from behind her and placed it gently in Diluc’s hands. 

‘If I know your brother, and I very much do, but your sentiment will be enough.’ She rubbed at his arm soothingly. Diluc turned the plush bear that Adelinde had given him over. It was a toy he recognised.

The small brown bear had been made by Little Diluc as a gift for Kaeya. When he was 10, he had taken sewing lessons with Jean despite the distaste of some of the other nobles (namely the head of the Lawrence family). At the end of their lessons, they were given an assignment to create a small stuffed animal. 

Diluc, who had his new baby brother, insisted on making something for him, so with the help of his teacher and several of the maids, he managed to make the bear. He remembered the pure disbelief on Kaeya’s face when Diluc told him it was for him, and how he broke down in tears when Diluc insisted, much to Little Diluc’s horror. 

Kaeya had become so attached to the bear, taking it with him everywhere. When one of its button eyes had fallen off, he had cried for hours while Diluc and their father hurried to fix it. Even when they were older and a part of the knights, Kaeya still brought it with him on every mission.  

‘Go talk to your brother, Master Diluc.’ Adelinde murmured as she got up. ‘Now?’ He asked. 

‘Time is of the essence, Young Master. I’m sure Lumine told you that.’ Diluc stared at her. 

‘How did you know?’

Adelinde smiled at him. 

‘I know a lot of things Master Diluc, it’s up to you to find out.’ Adelinde left the room in a bustle of skirts. Diluc looked back down at Kaeya’s bear and narrowed his eyes. Diluc rose to his feet and grabbed his coat. 

‘Regardless of how this goes, I will always be there for you Kaeya.’ He whispered to himself.

Diluc only knew where Kaeya lived because of the few times he had to take him home when he was far too drunk to do it himself safely. 

He was surprised when only seconds after he knocked, the door swung open, revealing a disgruntled Kaeya.

He took a step back, tucking the bear out of sight under his coat.  

‘My, my Master Diluc, what can I do for you at this very late time?’ Diluc could hear the irritation in Kaeya’s words, and honestly didn’t blame him. 

‘I was hoping we could talk.’ He said simply. Kaeya raised his eyebrow. ‘Talk? My, what could our beloved Master Diluc want to talk about with a lowly knight like me?’ 

Diluc frowned at him. 

‘I’m trying to be serious Kaeya. Can we please talk?’ Diluc, right now, was not above begging, not with Lumine’s warning still echoing through his mind. 

Kaeya blinked in surprise at the desperation in Diluc’s words. 

‘Well, uh- if you really need to.’ Kaeya opened his door some more and gestured for Diluc to enter. He led Diluc over to the living room and glared at him till he sat down. 

‘So~ what do you want to talk with me about?’ Kaeya inquired.  

 ‘I…wanted to apologies to you, Kaeya.’ Diluc said. Kaeya raised his eyebrow again. ‘Apologise? Whatever for?’ 

Diluc took a deep breath in. 

‘I want to apologise for everything. All that I did to you, fro- from since father died. I couldn’t have messed up more. I failed you as your older brother and I am sorry.’ He rushed out, not letting Kaeya get a word in. ‘I should have listened to you instead of drawing my blade, I should never have hurt you, you did nothing wrong. I should never have left you here. And when I returned, I shouldn’t have treated you the way I do. I am so sorry Kaeya, and I know that you hate me, but that’s fine, just know that I never did.’  

     Kaeya stared at Diluc in shock. 

‘You- you’re what?’ Kaeya gasped out. Diluc lowered his head. ‘I’m sorry Kaeya.’ 

He could feel Kaeya’s eye still on him. Heh- that was also his fault; the fact that Kaeya only displayed one eye, that was all his fault. 

‘What? Why would you be sorry Diluc?’ Kaeya asked. Diluc’s head snapped up to stare at Kaeya. 

‘What do you mean ‘why would I be sorry’? I hurt you Kaeya, I almost killed you. How could you be fine with that?’ He demanded. Kaeya leant back in his chair. 

‘Why? Because that’s what I expected would happen. Anyone would have reacted the same way, especially such a righteous knight like you used to be. I never blamed you for anything. And if anything, it’s what I wanted.’ That last part came out as a whisper, but Diluc heard it all the same. 

‘What?’ Kaeya flinched back, but Diluc pressed on. ‘Why would you want that Kaeya? I know it’s what you wrote in your letters, but Kaeya- I don’t want you to die. Especially by my own hand. Had your vision not appeared when it did and I did kill you, I would have joined you once I realised what I had done. Why did you want me to kill you?’ 

Kaeya looked away. 

‘Because, I’m a sinner and a liar. I watched you take pa- Master Crepus’ life to spare him from a worse fate and I was relieved. Relieved because that was one less person I had to lie to, relieved that he would never have to find out what a monster his son was. And then I felt sick. I was happy that the person who had raised me, who had showered me in love, who had given me hope was dead. Someone as sick as me didn’t deserve to live, but I remembered that you were still here, so I found a way to deal with both problems. I do apologise for dragging you into my mess.’ Kaeya paused, going back over Diluc’s words. 

‘You read my letters. You found my letters? How many did you read, Luc?’ Kaeya clamped his mouth shut after noticing his slip-up on an old nickname. 

‘Only two Kae,’ Kaeya jolted as Diluc also used their old names for each other. ‘I know I shouldn’t have invaded your privacy, but I’m not sorry for reading them. I should’ve known even when you told me your past that you loved us, I should have known that none of it was fake.’ 

Diluc looked up at Kaeya and was caught off-guard at the tears welling up in his eye. Diluc immediately slid out of the seat he was in and wrapped his arms around Kaeya. 

Kaeya, despite his belief that Diluc hated him, sunk into the hug. 

‘I am so sorry Kaeya, I should never have hurt you. Please forgive me.’ Diluc whispered over and over into Kaeya’s hair. Kaeya opened his mouth to respond but all that came out were small sobs.   

     ‘I love you Kaeya, I always have. I’m sorry that I never told you, or treated you well.’ Diluc’s hand came up to run through Kaeya’s hair. ‘I’m sorry that my pride never let me apologise to you, that I was too caught up in my own guilt and hatred to think of you.’ 

Kaeya sniffled and tucked his head into the crook of Diluc’s neck. The feeling of his brother’s arms around him was something so foreign to him but at the same time it was so familiar. The way Diluc moved his hand through his hair, the way he whispered comforts into his hair, it reminded him so much of the childhood he had lost. 

‘You mean it? You love me?’ Kaeya asked in a quiet voice. Diluc could feel his heart break at how small and unsure his voice sounded. ‘I do Kaeya, I’m sorry I should have told you when I came back.’  

‘I didn’t- I don’t blame you Luc, please. I don’t need apologies, all I want is my brother.’ He murmured into Diluc’s neck. ‘I’m here, Kae, I won’t leave you again. Never ever again.’  

Kaeya nodded mutely, feeling happier than he had felt the past 3 years. He felt as if everything was finally how it was supposed to be. 

Neither knew how long they stayed in that position, despite the obvious uncomfort on Diluc’s part. Both had longed for this for so long, though they will never admit it out loud. 4 years of pain couldn’t be healed overnight, but they damn will try. 

Diluc hummed an old lullaby that their father used to sing to them when they were little, when he heard Kaeya yawn. He pulled away to look Kaeya in his eyes, earning a whine from his baby brother. 

‘Kaeya… are you tired, alread? It isn’t even that late.’ Kaeya yawned again. ‘Mmmmmn, I stayed up the entire night yesterday, finishing Jean’s work so she wouldn’t have to worry about it today. I wanted her to have a stress-free birthday.’ 

Diluc gave Kaeya a look. 

‘Really, Kae? I know you care about Jean and wanted her to have a good birthday, but I doubt she would have liked one of her closest captains working himself to exhaustion.’ Diluc scolded. Kaeya rolled his eyes at him. 

‘Like you’re any better. I’m sure if Addie needed a break, you would do the same thing.’ Diluc opened his mouth to respond, and then closed it, because Kaeya was absolutely correct. 

‘Well regardless, you clearly need some sleep Kae.’ Diluc got up and offered his hand to Kaeya. Kaeya grumbled but still took it, allowing Diluc to pull him up. 

‘Are you going to leave now?’ Kaeya asked as he led Diluc to his bedroom. Diluc glanced over at Kaeya, who refused to look back at him. 

‘Do you want me to?’ He inquired gently. He wouldn’t be surprised if Kaeya wanted him to stay, but refused to say it directly to save face, but in all honesty, Diluc didn’t want to leave yet either. He didn’t want to leave and then wake up and discover this was all a dream. 

‘No.’ 

Diluc smiled. 

‘Alright, I’ll stay for as long as you want me, Kae.’ Diluc hummed. The two had already entered Kaeya’s bedroom and Diluc was not at all surprised at how…personal it was. 

Kaeya’s desk in the corner was covered in documents, not unlike his desk back in the winery, and there were pictures, clearly drawn by various children, decorated the walls. 

Diluc was so busy inspecting Kaeya’s room, that he almost missed Kaeya’s whisper of ‘Forever and always.’ in response to his answer. 

Forever and always, he echoed in his mind. I like the sound of that. 

He turned back to his brother, who was pulling off some of his more uncomfortable accessories, with a disgruntled look on his face. Diluc snorted at him. 

‘You wear way too much, Kae.’ Diluc said. Kaeya directed a playful glare over at him. 

‘My apologies, dearest brother, that you don’t understand the price of fashion.’ Diluc rolled his eyes. ‘Fashion you say…’ 

Now it was Kaeya’s turn to roll his eyes. 

‘Yes, yes, fashion, Diluc, you know the word? It means ‘a popular or the latest style of clothing, hair, decoration, or behaviour.’ For someone so rich, you are so behind, Luc.’ Kaeya wanted to continue, but cut himself off with another yawn. 

‘That’s enough out of you, time for some rest.’ Diluc grabbed his brother’s arm and pulled him over to the bed. ‘Alright, alright Luc! No need to pull so hard, you are far too strong for your own good.’ Kaeya whined. 

Kaeya flopped himself onto his bed, then, in retaliation, grabbed Diluc’s wrist and pulled him down also onto the bed. Diluc yelped as he fell onto Kaeya, who was giggling.

‘Mmmmn, you’re warmer than my blankets, Luc.’ Kaeya murmured sleepily. He did fail to mention how heavy Diluc was. A side effect from wielding a claymore with one hand. Still, the weight served as a way to assure him that Diluc really was there. 

‘How are you comfortable like this?’ Diluc asked, adjusting himself so he wasn’t half falling off the bed. ‘Just am Luc.’ Came Kaeya’s simple reply. Diluc sighed fondly. He listened as Kaeya’s breathing slowed and evened out, signifying that he had fallen asleep.    

Diluc pressed his lips gently to Kaeya’s forehead. 

‘Sleep well Kaeya.’

[steadybelieverpersona]

Ch.1:The City of Freedom, Dragon Storm and Knights of Favonius

TW: Kaeya and Mentions of 18+

"Thoughts"

*actions*

Paimon: Finally, we don't have to camp outside anymore, but...the city folk don't look too cheery

Y/n: Everyone's been put out of place by Stormterror recently. But everything will turn out fine as Jean's with us!

Paimon: Jean?

Amber: Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius -- Jean, defender of Mondstat. With Jean on our side, surely even the vicous Stormterror will be no match for us.

Aether: "I hope she knows something about the God of Anemo"

Amber: Before I take you guys to the Knights of Favonius Headquarters, I have a present for you, Aether. It's a reward for helping me clear out that hilichurl camp.

Paimon: He-Hey! Why doesn't Paimon get a reward?

Y/n: Yeah!!! I also helped!!!

Amber: Ahh...Because this reward is useless to you, Paimon and you already have this gift that I'm about to give to Aether Y/n. But I'll treat you both to a traditional Mondstat delicacy -- Sticky Honey Roast.

Paimon/Y/n: *excited* Sticky Honey Roast!

Amber: Come with me, we'll head to the city's ahh...high ground

After they get to the city's high ground, Amber presented Aether the gift

Amber: The present I want to give you is, A Wind Glider

Y/n: Outriders use them to ride the wind, and the people of Mondstadt love using them too, I especially enjoy using them!

Amber: I brought you here to give it to you so you can experience it right away!

Paimon: Oh, you're both really excited about these wind gliders, huh!

Y/n: Well, that's because the wind is the heart and soul of Mondstadt. It's very obvious, Paimon...

Amber: Alrighty then, enough talk! Let's give it a whirl! It's easy to use, but you still need to pay attention to my instructions

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After the gliding tutorial, the sky would turn dark quickly

Y/n: *looks up* The sky...

The dragon from before would return, and the people then start to run away into shelter as the dragon summons tornados

Amber: Run!!!

Aether: *gets sucked into the tornado and gets sent into the sky and starts gliding to prevent himself from falling*

Paimon: *with Aether* Huh? How are you staying afloat like this with just a Wind Glider?

???: I'm preventing your fall with the power of a thousand winds, Now, concentrate. See yourself grasping the wind. Harness its energy.

Paimon: *scared* Who...who said that!?

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After damaging the dragon

Aether: *accidently unaquipped his Wind Glider falling* Ahhh!!

Y/n: *makes a lot of bubbles in order to make a staircase for him to land on* jump on the bubbles to land!!!

Aether: *lands safely on the ground*

Amber: A-Are you hurt?

???: *clapping* You've actually got the power to go up against the dragon... Are you a new ally...or a new storm?

Y/n: "I'm a head out while their talking"

Kaeya: Also, Jean told me to go get you Y/n since you left headquarters even though you're grounded

Y/n: *gets stopped by Amber* Really now?

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???: Jean, what's the hurry? I thought we agreed to meet them here.

Jean: There have been sightings of Stormterror outside the city. Once we meet, we must...

???: Relax. I'll lend a hand when the time comes.

Kaeya: *carrying a squirming Y/n like a sack of potatoes* Jean, I've brought them

Y/n: Put me down, you one eyed wanna be pira-*feels Kaeya slap her butt*

Kaeya: "Heh, still as round, big and plump as ever, perfect for--"

Jean: *angry* Kaeya!!! Put Y/n down and don't do that!!!!

Y/n: *kicks his knees hard when he puts her down*

Kaeya: agh!! *tries to ignore the pain and explains to Jean what happened* ...And once it was over, I brought them straight here.

Jean: Mondstadt welcomes you, windborne travelers. I am Jean, Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius. This is Lisa, our resident librarian.

Lisa: Oh! Are you sweeties here to help us out? You're both so adorable! Sadly, the timing is regrettable...Stormterror has caused quite a ruckus in the region since its recent resurgence. Simply put, Mondstadt's elemental sphere and ley lines are now akin to a yarn ball in the paws of a kitten. For a mage, it couldn't get much worse. My skin is one elemental particle away from a full-blown breakout.

Y/n: *confused* But you look the same as always, Big sister Lisa, you wouldn't change at all if that happens

Lisa: *giggles darkly* Do you want more grounding time, dear?~

Y/n: No thank you!!!

Jean: Anyways, if it weren't for this interference, the Knights of Favonius would have better ways to help you than just putting up missing person posters. We simply ask that you repose in Mondstadt while we help you seek out your sister

Aether: Alright, I really should help out as well.

Paimon: Paimon will help too!

Keaya: Good. In that case, we need a plan.

Y/n: Yeah, I don't think you're suitable for that Kaeya since you probably don't even have a brain to think to begin with since it's probably a block of ice like your vision. *crosses her arms and looks away with a huff*

Kaeya: *ticked off* Hey!!!

Jean: *sighs* With Stormterror now directly attacking Mondstadt, we may have an opportunity to cut this problem off at the source. Lisa has revealed the sources of Stormterror's power with her detection magic.

Lisa: Stormterror's ability to whip up these kinds of storms can be attributed to it drawing power from the temples.

Jean: Our objective is to deal with three of the four temples. I trust everyone understands why we are only dealing with three.

Paimon: Paimon doesn't

Aether: It must be a local thing...We'll ask later... *confused as to why Y/n is walking to a table where there's a globe*

Jean: Knights of Favonius, time is against us. The storm is rampant. There is no point in maintaining a defensive position. Alright. We need to take initiative and act before the situation escalates.

Y/n: *throws the globe at Kaeya's head*

Kaeya: ack!!!

Jean: *angry* Y/N!!!!!!

What beef do you think Y/n has with Keaya?

Also, I hope you guys enjoyed and leave any feedback that you guys have and the story quests I will do but in each region I will put them under the title of "Story Quest" but I'll only do the important ones and for past/current events like lantern rite, "Roses and Muskets", etc. I will also do and I'll also place them in the region that they belong in under the title: "Events"

[generalwildcat]

My friend and I are having a High School Musical marathon before we go to work and here are some of the highlights from our commentary:

•If you don't sing along to every song in this movie you're a dirty liar.

•It's so funny how Chad and Taylor hate each other now and then get together later.

•Darbus takes away their cell phones just for class to end 5 minutes later.

•Getcha Head in the Game is so dramatic.

•THE MOUNTING EVILS OF CELL PHONES.

•WHAT THE HECK ARE THOSE TWO DOING IN A TREE?

•"Young men in baggy shorts bro."

•WHAT TEAM???

•Friend: He just wanted his dad to be encouraging like "try new things, son." Me: How did that go? Friend: He just wants to play some ball.

•Friend: Yo they have auto mechanics? How big is this school?? Me: It's technically two schools.

•Friend during auditions: Oh god help help help He's butchering it Oh no So opera.... Yes girl The soft scoff Not ballet bro.... Oh my god the cringe "go see the counselor" that's so bad She forgot the words.... No!

•Creme brulee!

•My friend's said "Twinkle Town" in a difference voice every time it's mentioned.

•"Did you ever feel like there's this whole other person inside of you just looking for a way to come out?" That's such a gay question.

•"EVAPORATE TALL PERSON!" Friend: That is so relatable. "Tall person".

•Are they both practicing in a bathroom? We're breaking free on a toilet...

•HOW DID SHE NOT SEE HER?? THAT DOES NOT MAKE MOVIE SENSE. WHAT? That's so funny bro

•Troy's too busy hiding....singing...being Troy...hiding in a toilet...painting....

•My friend wants to go to Twinkle Towne.

•This librarian is gonna kick his butt.

•They don't even realize the opposite is happening right now!

•We're not Charlie's Angel's.... Bro! But they are really adorable.

•I'll be the Slamma Jamma thank you very much.

•My dog has barked during most of Chad's scenes.... Coincidence? Or why does he not like Chad?

•BRO WHAT ARE YOU.... Ugh Troy is such a hobo. Sneaking in the backyard, climbing up the ladder....

•"I climbed up cause I'm weird and I really like you."

•He's trying to spell it out.... Bro no! It's fine. He's fine. "Dra-may"...at least he tried.

•Men don't hug. That's how we show affection, slapping legs!

•Friend: Ok so there's East High and West High.... What happened to North and South High? Me: /proceeds to explain the plot of season 2 of High School Musical The Musical The Series

•They look so disappointed that they won.

•Friend: I can't wait to see where this goes with all the drama.

•He's got the hat of shame.

•No more waking up at 6 am.... I actually did wake up at 6 am for high school. My friend woke up at 5:30 am.

•Oh my god just rolls on the dirty floor.... Cool.

•Me: Quick what else could T possibly stand for? One of us said Tacos, the other said Titties

•Scheming! Evil scheming! Scheming! SCHEMING!

•Sharpay's mom needs all the yoga.

•NAMASTE!!!

•Oh my god Jason, no! No!

•Me: You can see Troy's underwear Friends: Dude! Troy! Fix your underwear! We can see it as you're flexing on the piano!

•How long are they singing for everyone to hear them and come in? They're gonna get in so much trouble.

•And it's brought us here because.... "I need new pants"

•You gotta be kidding, me a helicopter?? Let's just show off our wealth here!

•That's my girl, you almost hit that kid!

•Just a few words to describe Humu Humu.... Cringiest Bro What is happening He is so sad and broody What is even At least 10 oh my god's

•Cool balls oh my god

•He says it with such a stone face. "Come scrimmage with us. We're getting paid to do this."

•I'm so mad I'm gonna take your dinner!

•Friend: I love I Don't Dance Me: The internet says it's Chad and Ryan being gay for each other Friend: I love that Me: It was confirmed that Ryan is gay Me: I think Chad's bi

•Troy is so jealous he doesn't see that Ryan doesn't even like Gabriella that way and he's just so starved for attention and encouragement...and also gay.

•Me: You have air! You're outside! Friend: He needs more air! Non-singing air!

•He's shirtless again.

•It's a me, Troy Bolton! I'm Italian now.

•The most angiest song that ever angsted in the history of angst

•Should I question every movie I make with my cool Italian shoes?

•Oh my god that's concerning. I am SCARED of that sock puppet.

•We may have proceeded to spend the entirety of Everyday coming up with more reasons Gabriella would be wearing the T necklace again.... Tulips. Tea. Thread. Triceratops. Toes. Toothbrushes. Toothpaste. Twinkle toes. Twinkle Towne. Tennis. T-shirts. Trampoline. Tambourine. Texas. Tuscany. And, of course, tacos and titties (both, not one. It has to be both tacos AND titties).

•My ball! You can't have it!

•Friend: So top secret where they can all see him. Where else does he go to hide? Me: What else is he hiding? Friend: .... Friend: .... Friend: I can't say, it's not cannon. Friend: /cough cough/ Chad. Friend: Or maybe he REALLY likes Zeke's creme brulee.

•I am Robo Rob don't break me.

•That pointer...whack everything! Whack EVERYTHING! Whack Chad next!

•Girl haven't you learned anything from the past two movies?

•If my truck falls apart I'm blaming you...that's so romantic.

•For some reason my friend heard "corsages" and thought they said "croissants" so now the line is "hey, makeovers, croissantses..." Honestly I kinda prefer that over the expected cis-heteronormativity of this scene (still love the movies but it really could be so much gayer)

•What is she gonna do? Oooooooooh she's a spy

•He just trusts a couple of teenagers to lock up a business for him.

•BABY TROY AND CHAD!!!

•What are the odds Taylor's self projecting onto Gabriella because she's thinking the same thing about Chad?

•Wow Sharpay.... Got those claws. Causing all this trouble in all these movies. She's such a villain, why? But also not a villain.

•Do these people not realize you can write letters? They don't have to break up. These movies are so dramatic! They have letters, they have email, they have computers.... They have phones, they can text! Long distant texting, they can do that. They can do phone calls at night. These movies don't understand you can still be connected to people, you can make that effort. But they make everything so damn final. Epic sigh.

•Now he's just gonna break into school in the middle of the night in the middle of a thunderstorm with his hoodie being all dark and broody and to be dramatic. This is legal.

•And he's shirtless again. AGAIN!

•The OTHER most angsty song in the history of angst that has ever angsted

•THAT'S THE BEST PART, SHE'S JUST THERE TAKING IT ALL IN!

•My dog also proceeded to bark some more with Darbus trying to give Troy advice

•GIRL! Girl. GIRL! You can write letters! Oh my god, girl!

•Just chilling in a tree. Bro!

•Do any of them realize they kinda screwed Sharpay over for the chance to get that scholarship?

•She's done.

•Just climb on everything.

•Oh my god that is revenge in her eyes.... SHE'S BACK!

•Actual hugging! A family that hugs! Not a knee slap! Actual hug!

•THE PUPPY GOT HIS OWN SEAT!

•Iconic.

[sitchski]

Distraction — Eddie Munson x black!fem reader

summary: you needed a distraction from the stress your homework was giving you and luckily, eddie was there to provide it.

cw: dom!eddie, bratty!nervous!reader, praise kink, face slapping, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk (minors dni!)

word count: 3k

“Goddammit.”

you were so over it. why did calculus have to be so difficult? not just difficult but unnecessarily difficult? you had breezed through all the studying for your other subjects, all the homework you were assigned.

it was just. calculus.

in hawkins high’s library, you had found a loophole. see, ms. rivers (the librarian), was young. meaning it was stupendously easy to get on her good side.

and in the right corner of the library, the “closed off area” led to a tranquil, secluded section. where ms. rivers herself went to at times. there stood a desk, chair and was surrounded by bookcases — not in the suffocating way and more in the ‘if the walls were books’ way. it was also accompanied with a skylight, giving the space just the right amount of greenery to soothe the soul from a school day. a ladder sat lonely in the room, used for reaching the higher spots of the rows of shelves.

you got on her good side. you got the secret spot. simple.

but right now its serenity wasn’t helping, as you were even more tense than when you entered.

you decided on giving up, pushing away your things and hoping to meet up with someone in your class later who knew what the hell the worksheet was talking about.

you got up to look at the bookcases. eyes skimming over the spines upon spines of books, you settled on a classic. i know why the caged bird sings by maya angelou. also known as your goddess.

you began to try to let your mind indulge in the story. try to forget to be aware of your surroundings. the book needed your full attention so, that’s what you’d give it.

except you couldn’t. the harder you stared at the words to try and make sense of them, the less they became comprehensible.

you sighed, ready to get up and leave. your point of focus was lost and you were starting to regret giving up your free time to walk all the way from the other side of school to get here.

“oh. uh…”

what you didn’t expect when your back was turned to put away the book was another person when you turned around.

it was eddie munson. dubbed as the school’s ‘freak’ by many of the assholes that walked the same halls as you.

personally, you never saw him as such. you shared one or two classes but the barrier of differing friendship groups stopped you guys from having actual conversations. all you knew was, he wasn’t what people tended to make of him. he was a little witty, a little eccentric, and in most cases, a little kind. you gave him props honestly. his ability to care about school’s subcultures, its bursts of outrageous gossip every once in a while was so low that he minded his business.

“s-sorry, i- didn’t know anyone else was…” he paused for a moment, not truly believing what he was seeing. “you know about here?” he questioned.

to be honest, you were as confused as him. seems as though you weren’t the only one who has exclusive access.

“ms. rivers isn’t as trustworthy as those kind eyes make her seem…” you muttered back, earning a little laugh from him. you locked eyes and there was this comfortable silence.

he gave you the once over, then walked to the desk, peering at the worksheet on it. which was embarrassing since you had only written your name and three different wrong answers to the first question. you tried your best not to snicker at him tripping due to the ladder, watching him try to play it off cool.

you hurriedly picked up your pencil case, trying to leave so eddie could have the space to himself. “well, i should get going—”

“is this coleman’s homework?” he asked, his eyes trained on the paper before his eyes darted up at you. you nodded, sliding the sheet closer to your side.

he knew because that was one of the classes you two shared. he was also extremely smart in that class. he was one of the only three to score nearly 100% on the treacherous sheet of torture also known as a mr coleman’s test.

“i thought i’d do it now and get it over with. hence,” you raised your hands up, “you finding me here. but i’m bombing. like, hiroshima-level impact.”

“you really don’t get it, huh?”

“i’m in the one place in this entire school that doesn’t make me wanna shoot my brains out. yet these questions are makin’ me wanna know the nearest gun shop,” you digressed, shoving your pencil case into your tote bag.

as soon as it dropped in there though, eddie took it back out. you couldn’t even process that since he took the sheet out of your grasp too.

“let me know the directions and i’ll drive us. just been the same room as the esteemed hawkins’ tigers and i’d rather have my brains be splattered than deal with that level of testosterone ever again,” he muttered while looking at the sheet.

without even stopping yourself, you laughed at his remark. as it died down, you watched as he took a seat on the chair, after fishing out the crinkled, folded replica of the sheet from his pocket and laying it on the table.

you probably looked rude staring but he looked weird doing things with no context. he glanced at your frozen figure for a split second then grabbed two pencils from your case.

“you gonna keep staring at me, y/n, or d’you wanna learn how to do this?” he asked you yet another question despite your state clearly not associating your speechlessness with shock.

well, it was understandable. you and eddie weren’t friends like that. sure, you never had a problem with him. also, the passive but humorous comments he made towards any member of the basketball team when they tried to make him a victim of their harsh remarks was inadvertently admirable. and, he appreciated your shared distate for the team’s captain.

but again, you two were not friends.

now here he was, offering you homework help in a class he places top 3 in. he shouldn’t be helping you, he should swimming in a pool of self-actualisation and gloat.

it was a confusing matter. not confusing enough, however, for you to sit on the desk and pay attention to him. you crossed your left leg over the other, making your left foot waver right infront of his arm and your right was next to his left thigh.

once eddie’s teaching session began, you once again found it hard to get it right. not because you weren’t focused. oh no, you were focused. just on something else this time.

hands. his calloused, veiny hands. with small scars in hidden places. fingernails almost chewed to the nub probably from nervous habit. on the fingers were silver rings. some plain, some with skulls.

goosebumps arose on your skin — the rising action to the beautiful story you’re typewriting in your head. as you wrote of the spark of cold those rings would give you around your neck. as eddie kissed you. a rough, intoxicating kiss where the only logical thing to do would be keep kissing you.

“hello? earth to y/n?” the same hands you were fantasising about waved afore your daydreaming eyes to get you back into the room.

eddie was now raised up from his seat to be able to get his hand right infront of you. his brown, doe eyes looking quizzically at you. making them look better, making him look better.

amidst ridding yourself of distraction, you discovered a new one. eddie munson’s eyes… how the spherical hypnosis painted in a chocolate hue entrapped you.

his concerned face just made you stare at him harder. his furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips. his adorable curiosity made him seem even cuter to you than you initially wanted.

“you really spaced out there… you okay?” he asked, eyes dancing around your emotionless face.

you had never looked at him in this way, nor were you complaining. it was so understandable though, he had gotten so close to you. he had made you laugh, helped you with your homework, asked you if you were okay.

and doing it all in such an attractive manner that you couldn’t help but act on impulse. although eddie wasn’t your first kiss, the way you did it gave that impression for sure.

you pressed your lips against his with haste, your eyes shutting tight and body immensely stiff. when your eyes opened, you were met with a reaction you expected that didn’t really want.

eddie looked at you shocked but you couldn’t tell what kind of shocked it was. good shocked or bad shocked? fuck, what kind of shocked is it?!

“sorry,” you blurted out with embarrassed eyes and stiff posture. you gripped onto the edge of the desk so hard there was now a caramel hue to your brown knuckles.

he was still staring at you like you had just told him his uncle died or something. except this time, his eyes flickered down to your lips. since he still wasn’t speaking, you decided to dig a bigger hole and keep talking.

“you were- i just couldn’t focus like, the whole time you were tryna help me. then you just kept starin’ at me. and i had wanted to do that since you sat down an—” you caught yourself, shutting your eyes tight again.

why the fuck would you say that?

“why the fuck would i say that?” you thought out loud. you looked back up at him, except he didn’t so shocked anymore. if anything he looked… amused.

he had a lopsided smirk, the right corner of his mouth lazily upturned at your erratic state. maybe you shouldn’t have kept talking.

“sorry. i’m- m’really sorry, i should—” you stammeringly apologised, getting up from the desk. fingers struggling to grasp onto the handles of your bag like you trying to hold onto your sanity.

the only logical thing would be to walk away as you cursed yourself under your breath. so this moment doesn’t have to worsen.

“y/n.” only a simple call of your name got you to quieten down. that and the fact he grabbed your hand to stop you. you turned around to eye him, while he stared at you.

nothing was said. nothing could be said when he took a step closer to you, backing you up against a bookcase, to kiss you.

he kissed your bottom lip; a soft, chaste kiss. so soft you could almost hear the hatching of the cocoons that set free butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

more made home there the less chaste the kiss got. when his rings made you gasp as his hands held your cheeks. from that cold you had been imagining. giving him an opportunity to let his tongue slide into your mouth.

the iambic pentameter fluttered in the gates known as your rib cage, going so high up in iambs you were scared it was going to burst.

a hum escaped as he found a rhythm with the way he kissed you but was messed up by your constant gasping and hums. he pulled away with a look of concern he’d never had.

“y/n.”

“yeah?” you timidly answered, your voice so shaky from the nervousness. it’s funny, since in your mind there was no telling how bold you were.

“no one’s gonna know what we do. it’s just you… and i… alright?” he reassured. you nodded but he wasn’t satisfied with that.

“be vocal with me, hmm? it’s alright, yes?” his voice was soft but stern. warm but from the mouth of a brute so, you knew you had to listen.

“yes.”

“good,” he showed you a half smile, kissing your cheek. then trailed them down to your neck. where he sucked, bit and licked on your skin. desperate to leave a mark on you.

“and it’s good if i kiss you here, isn’t it, y/n?” he questioned you. your moans had surpassed your level of talking; the pleasure was started to get so intense you felt you didn’t need to say anything.

naturally, you thought it was fine that your vocal chords couldn’t push out anything other than an nonverbal expression of elation. but eddie wasn’t really having that.

he bit onto your skin and while in a context other than this, it would hurt you, it excited you. let you know he wasn’t doing the comfortable shit. he was doing what would never distract you.

jolting, you froze back in place once again as he kitty licked on that bruising spot to soothe you. “your words…” he muttered onto your neck. you breathed out heavily and shakily, pushing out a ‘yes’ from your voice only just above a mutter.

sadism. you could feel the sadism of his smile without even looking at him directly. it was on your flesh and he pressed it in with his kisses. you only registered his hands when they had skilfully slipped up your right thigh and hovered right over your panties.

fingertips flicking at the embroidered bow, digits dangerously close to your clothed clit and heart hyperventilating in tune with yours, he snuck his hand inside your panties.

you wanted to be quiet. oh, so desperately. but it was eddie. and yes, while you hadn’t looked at him so much before this moment, he was never unattractive to you. maybe your own mind and insecurities immediately associated him with the unattainable people at your school. but for what it’s worth, it was a fantasy to have someone so hot, so mysterious, so intriguing take intrigue in you.

“shit,” his voice was hardly audible as he watched the mess you were making on his fingers. well, it was his fault.

“and it’s good if i touch you here too? yeah, baby?” he asked hurriedly, like he wanted you to say yes immediately so he could get to doing all the things he’s currently imagining now here with you like this.

“isn’t it obvious?” you breathlessly goaded in hopes of him finally getting to the good bit. but he would only tease you more. his fingers went back up and away from your folds. stop right above your clit. not touching it, just hovering above it.

“you should watch your mouth before i stop,” he ordered. his breath fanned against your lips and you almost whimpered at how desperate you were for him to make you feel good.

the silence you showed was noticeable, making him chuckle. “so you can listen to me when m’touching you? when m’giving you hickeys and fuckin’ kissin’ you? when i’m doing bad shit to you? hmm?”

“that’s the problem,” you rolled your eyes, agitated at his effrontery with his efforts he began with, “you aren’t touching me right now. s’posed to distract me and you aren’t even doing that, are you?”

matching his energy worked massively. since his agitation caused him to skip whatever he was hoping to do and push two fingers inside of you. the rings he adorned brushed your pussy lips to create this beautiful blend of heat and cold.

you probably weren’t even aware yourself of how much noise you were really making but what mattered to eddie was that you weren’t talking out your ass anymore. you were focused on the feeling of his fingers working their way in and out of you with a quickness that was almost making you shiver.

your hand ran through his hair, while the other latched onto the bookcase for stability. eddie just watched. watched your wetness lap up on his calloused hand, dripping down to the knuckle.

it was all he could draw his attention to; the sound, your movement and the rush it was giving him. it was only after he got off on it, that he looked at you. “what was that?” he teased, making eye contact with you. for a second, it was just silence. reading the lust written all over those brown pupils.

then from there, it was feverish. your lips latched onto eachother’s like you were needed for the other to breathe. your arms folded around his neck as you took long, hard and harsh gasps for air inbetween your kisses.

distractions had come in all sorts of forms for you. in a riveting book, in the aimless conversations you and your friends had, or an episode of the golden girls. but not once did you think your procrastinating mind put focus on this.

focusing solely on making sure your legs wrapped around eddie’s torso. focusing solely on the rush you got when your covered clit pushed up against his bulge. focusing solely on the annoying barrier that were your clothes.

you sucked on his tongue, bit on his bottom lip, kissed wildly as he carried you over to the desk. for a second, he pulled away and you watched as he spun you both around briefly to knock over everything that was still on that desk to sit you right ontop of it.

your legs dropped but still opened for him and he slid himself inbetween them. one hand gripped your left thigh and the other gripped your neck. the choking excited you and the occasional squeeze he gave your pressure points had your pussy clenching on nothing but air.

his attention drove away from your lips and then to your body. delicately, he removes your cardigan, kissing the right shoulder that just became exposed to him. lips on your neck, trailing down to your collarbones, ascending to the closed valley of your breasts due to the tight black t-shirt you sported.

he pulled back to admire the shine his trail of saliva now gave then gazed at you. who was just patiently waiting for him to make his next move.

“black suits you, y’know,” he commented and it was so randomly put out there you couldn’t help but crack a smile. “yeah?” your smile caused him to mirror it.

“mhmm. looks hot on you,” he added. the random compliment was barely acknowledged as he pecked your skin under the hem before slowly lifting your shirt up.

air hit your nipples, both of them hardening and poking out. you wanted to convince yourself that the look on eddie’s face was a figment of your imagination. that it was all heightened, since your brain had floated away in this lustful high.

but it was all real. he marvelled at you, feeling at your brown areola and watching you shiver from his contact. without warning, his lips latched onto your boob. instinctively your hand ran through his hair. and since there was so much of it, it felt good to him.

while his mouth sucked on your breast, swapping around and giving attention to both, his fingers took a high dose of wanderlust. following a downward pathway to your inner thighs. finding the treasure that was your core at the end of it.

coating his fingers in your juices again, his fingers get lost in your entrance. working fast and hard for you. you barely cared how much noise you were making. it was only going to get worse if you two continued.

and you were going to continue. this man had excited you too much for it to stop now. it seemed as he was on the same track anyways. he stopped paying attention to the upper body and decided to meet where his fingers were. the white tennis skirt you had on was soon bunched up around your waist, with your panties carelessly being flung to the floor.

once you were ready to complain to him about his fingers slipping from inside you, you were shut up with something better.

“eddie! eddie!” you cried out as he mercilessly pushed his tongue in and out of you, pausing from the motion to lick a stripe up your folds to taste you.

“you’re soaking,” his eyebrows were furrowed as he watched your body move with his motions when he circled your clit harshly. you squirmed for him and he seemed to really enjoy that.

“you losin’ it for me sweetheart? when i do filthy shit like this for you, huh?” he questioned, so disgusting elated with how you were ready to come undone for him. all he needed was to give you that push.

he licked his fingers, feeling around before pushing the two digits into you once again. you cried for him, even his name fanning past your lips but he didn’t care. he could stay watching you like this for hours.

“fuckin’ gettin’ me hard, turning me on with the way you were starin’ at me. fuck, you’re so fucking sexy, sweetheart,” his frustration was so apparent. the state you were in, as much as he enjoyed the teasing, it also made him lose his own control.

you ran your hands through his hair. that brown, unkempt mane. the disorder tying in with your control as fucking eddie ‘the freak’ munson spat on your clit, sadistcally watching it drip down your slit and mix in with your wetness only to lick it back up.

“fuck…” your body juddered at how sudden and pleasurable the feeling was. and how the desire to feel it again stirred up inside your heart.

a panting and heaving mess, you gazed dreamily at eddie as he stood up. it was clear his control was hanging by a thread as his fingers fumbled frantically with his belt to get his jeans off.

eventually, they were a pool at his feet and he was making his way towards you again. harshly, he pulled you to the edge of the desk, making you squeal a little.

“coulda got a splinter,” you mumbled. and while that was more of a comment to yourself, eddie was still able to hear you. he snickered a little before letting out a deep chuckle, you feeling it rumble in his chest.

after getting his laugh out, he looked at you with adoring eyes. a hand reaches out to caress your face, his thumb going to run down your bottom lip.

“this mouth, y/n l/n,” he said in a singsong tone which made you just want to challenge him. “wow, he knows my last name?! i’m so surprised,” your sarcastic tone just made him laugh again.

he grabbed your face, thumb under your ear and fingers resting under your jaw, so your focus was trained on one spot of his body.

“yeah and what’s mine? we take a class together, you should know this,” he teased, looking deadly serious. however, you played dumb, looking up to the ceiling pretending to be in thought.

“did it begin with an a? or an o? it was definitely a vowel, right?” you questioned stupidly, biting your bottom lip to suppress your cheeky smile.

lightly, his hand on your jaw raises to slap your right cheek. “haha,” he satirically retorted, eyes dancing around but finally focused on your lips.

his kiss yours, his tongue slyly slipping into it and finding a rhythm when colliding with yours. as you kiss, your hands feel down his abdomen. for what you wanted. his cock inside of you. his cock penetrating you. you two finally connecting after all this tension and head bumping.

you needed to be relieved.

he clocked onto your movements and broke from the kiss to watch you. from removing his black boxers, his cock broke free from restraint. he was already hard and you were already quite intimidated.

“holy shit, eddie…” you trailed off, reaching a hand out to feel it. as soon as your hand touched it, he hissed in pleasure. you were going to spit on your hand but eddie fixed that problem.

he slipped his shirt over his head, as it was getting in the way of what he was trying to do. then spat on his dick to give it more leverage as your hand stroked it.

whilst your hand rubbed against him, you looked up from watching yourself at work. to see eddie staring at you oddly. his mouth was uttering small curses and eyes not being able to fixate on a specific part.

you decided not to acknowledge the hard stare and shifted closer to him. he took over, running his dick over your folds before pushing the tip in.

there was a gasp both of you shared when the head of his cock settled into you. you bit your lip at the pleasure and you watched eddie as his eyes stared at nothing in particular. you wrapped an arm around his back as he pushed himself into you further, your wetness making the friction feel even better to him.

your moans were choked as he staggeringly goes in and out, your tightness not doing him any favours with finding a pace to start off at. to steady you, he grabbed a hold of your neck which you whimpered at.

“relax, baby. relax…” he whispered to you, probably hoping you’d stop clenching so hard. but the pressure and pleasure made for so much overwhelm you didn’t think he’d be able to push all the way into you.

ofcourse it felt good. you let him know that by the sharp, breathy moans you were exhaling. he kissed you to shut you up, also using it as a way to get closer to you. to push further in you.

as you felt his dick tap to a very sensitive wall in your body, you cried out louder into his mouth, the sound vibrating onto the tongue you entrapped with your lips. you arched your back at the feeling grew stronger and stronger.

he pulled away from the kiss and connected his forehead to yours, his eyebrows furrowing as a groan rumbled in his chest. this excited you — knowing that you made him lose control as much as he was losing it.

he pulled back out to thrust all the way back in. eyes rolling to the back of your head briefly, you got lightheaded from it. not in a painful way, in an elated way. in a way where you desperately needed more now that it was given to you.

“you like that?” he mumbled. although his voice seemed confident, his eyes had a little bit of fear in them. fear that he was going too rough on you.

but as you murmured that you loved it with your voice trembling, making the request to go faster, he knew exactly what he needed to do for you. he knew what his purpose in this library was.

to give you the best distraction ever.

by your request, his strokes were deeper, faster. so fast the table began to creak and shake in time with the friction. he plunged his dick in and out of your walls while his head buried into the crook of your neck.

this way you got to hear him. hear the little curses he muttered everytime you clenched your walls around his shaft, the groans, the moans. all of it was music to your ears. all of it made you wetter.

you began to grind your hips to match with his and heard his breath hitch as he seemed to really enjoy that. he cursed loud and held your thigh up to be able to get in deeper inside you from the angle you were in.

it felt almost like he was trying to one up you. he didn’t want to lose control of the experience he wanted to give you. as if he was a tyrant trying to keep order of the beautiful bodily temple he was making home in. so you let him. he fucked you in a way that you believed was merciless. a purely tyrannical fuck.

the pleasure of him hitting the spot inside you over and over again caused you to be blindsided by what he was looking at. without warning, you felt him stop.

your arm that was still wrapped around his back only gripped his shoulder as he lifted you. within seconds you felt your back hit something hard. and your ass perched atop something of the same feel. you looked to the side and realised he had sat you ontop of the ladder opposite the table that he stylishly bumped into.

his cock was still inside your pussy, enjoying the wetness that dripped on it and painted onto his shaft to create this beautiful sheen that captivated you everytime you looked at it. all he had to was push out and in to get your attention back.

and he did exactly. you needed to keep up, bitch.

your left hand wrapped around the ladder step above you and your right made home in his hair. which was wildly spiralled around his head, bouncing each time his dick nestled in you fully.

you looked to down to watch it, obsessing over how beautiful it looked. the contrast of your skin colours next to eachother, and how pleasurable his dick was making you feel each time it went in.

you didn’t get to enjoy the show for much long as eddie grabbed your neck and got closer to you. he slapped your face again, seemingly annoyed at the fact that his attention was on you and not his dick.

“keep lookin’ at me. i want you lookin’ at me with that pretty face, baby,” he ordered and you felt so succumbed to not do anything else other than listen.

although it felt intense, everything was already intense. weirdly enough, it made you feel seen. comfortable. like he only had eyes for you in this very moment. one would argue that you’re getting too dreamy about getting laid in your school library but a dream scenario calls for some dreamy feelings.

as he filled you up, you felt your heart beating faster. your stomach felt heavy — the harder eddie thrusted into you, the heavier your stomach felt.

“eddie, eddie, eddie…” you called his name, not even knowing what to say after. your eyes shut and your head threw itself back. you were trying to let him know but it was so powerful you were ready to let go.

“m’gonna cum, eddie. fuck, it feels so good!” you whined. the ticklish feeling of kisses on the bridge of your neck calmed you a bit. still keeping at his vigorous pace, he kissed your neck harder, marking it.

“cum for me, baby. fuck, you’re so fuckin’ pretty, hmm? you gonna cum f’me? yeah?” his voice almost taunted you, jeered at your weakness. you’re about to moan loudly but he drowned it out with the heavy tongue kiss he gave you.

you came for him hard, feeling him grunt into the kiss also. “shit!” he exclaimed on your lips. he watched your body shiver and shake, seemingly in a trance at the sight. “just like that, baby, yeah,” he praised, eyes wandering all over you, “you’re so good. so fuckin’ good.”

I LEFT THIS FOR AGES BUT HERE IT IS AND I COULDNT BE BOTHERED TO FINISH IT OKAY BYE

[chameleon-madrigal]

XX | Cuentos de Camilo

(Stories of Camilo)

Title: Secretly caring for you

Genre: Fluff, MODERN AU (No powers)

Pairings: Camilo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: Its your school's hell week, meaning for the whole week you need to finish all of you projects before having exams. And with the amount of work, you were so stressed about it. You thought Camilo is just gonna annoy you but you were wrong.

He/him pronouns for Camilo

She/her pronouns for Reader

Note: This isn't requested but I just wanted to share my experience this past weeks with this story! And ofc, wanting to have Camilo help me go through it all! I've been so stressedt out lately huhu :(( Hope you like this and enjoy mwa <33

MASTERLIST HERE!

You are currently in the library, having your third cup of chocolate drink finish just this morning. All your notes are scattered on the table, as your fingers keeps tapping the keyboard of your laptop.

You were too focused on the screen when you didn't even notice a presence infront of you. The person sighed, as he gently closed your laptop stopping you from working. You looked up and see it was Camilo, as you glared at him.

"Camilo what the hell!?" You slightly shouted which earned you both a sushed from the librarian.

"You've been working for hours, take a rest" He said as he tried not to create eye contact.

"As if you care" You rolled your eyes and tried opening your laptop but he just put his hands in it stopping you from doing so.

The moment you looked at him he was so close at you face, which cause you to secretly gulp at the interaction. Sure you were annoyed by his tricks and jokes but you can't deny the fact that he is good looking.

He suddenly showed you a cup of chocolate drink and your favorite snack to your face.

"Take it" He seriously said as you got flustered and took it also, muttering a small 'thankyou'

He just nodded and get out of the library trying so hard not to glance back at you. You watched as he completely disappeared in your sight, as a small smile was visible on your lips.

You shook your head, gently slapping your cheeks.

"Did Camilo just made me smile? Gosh, I think I am so stressed" You rattle as you ate what he bought you, having the time to relax for a bit.

You are currently inside the stadium, looking for Camilo while holding some snacks. You saw that the theatre members are still practicing on stage, so you sat down to one of the benches to wait for them to finish.

You watched as Camilo looks so dedicated in his acting skills, you secretly smiled without knowing it. Camilo knows you are sitting from one of the benches, even though you picked the spot far from the stage he seemed to feel your presence still.

As their coach said to take a break, he smirked and unbuttoned the first button in his school uniform to tease you as he held back his hair, noticing the flustered face you had from afar.

You got back to your senses as you stood up and went backstage to look for him. And when you did you regret getting closer to him, as the sweat was visible on his face which makes him look ethereal.

"Hey, I thought you were busy?" He asked as he waved a hand to you, noticing you were spacing out.

"Uh yeh I am, got a lot to finish but I decided to stop by for a moment...here"

"You missed me?" He teased as you mock his face and held out the snacks for him.

"As if! I just wanted to bring you snacks as well"

"Peace offering?"

"There is no peace when you are around, Camilo" You scoffed as he laugh and took the snacks.

"Thank you, hermosa" He said trying to hug you but you block him with your hands.

"Ew no, you're sweaty"

"Oh really? Like you didn't just spaced out earlier" He said as you glared at him, walking out of the backstage.

"Make sure to eat and drink on time, baby!!" He said and laughed after.

"BABY YOUR FACE!!" You shouted back as you stuck out your tongue at him.

You are in the benches of your school's field, feeling the breeze od the wind hit you. As you are reading a book, feeling relaxed as it was already dismissal.

You were vibing at the music in your earphones, when someone sat beside you and took one of it and put it in his ear. You turned to look it was Camilo, as you deadpanned look at him.

"What? I wanna read too"

"You can't even focus on class, Milo" You said completly letting him do what he wants knowing you cant stop him.

"But I can focus on you" He said which cause you to smile, as he teased you poking your cheeks.

"stop it Camilo" You whined as he laughed at you.

"Anyways, how was your work going?"

"Not yet done but I think I need some rest first in order to be able to finish those, its fcking tiring"

"Just take a rest and you'll be fine"

"Why are you so nice?" You asked as he suddenly looked at your book, avoiding the question.

You just let him be and continue reading too, but in the middle of the reading session. You felt sleepy and unintentionally put your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes.

Camilo blushed and smile as he put the book on his lap and put his arms on your shoulder to secure you, as his fingers trace the locks of your hair.

He watched you as he smiled at how cute you are sleeping. He kissed your head and just stared at you completly letting you rest

"I like you, Y/N"

As the words come out his mouth, he continued reading not knowing you heard it.

[b0ther]

empty when you’re gone

everyone dreams of having sex with lisa minci, but you’re the one fucking her silly in the library tonight.

pairing : lisa x reader (gender neutral pronouns, amab)

rating : explicit, not safe for work (sexual content)

type : one-shot

tags : public sex, library sex, dirty talk, praise kink, slight verbal degradation, the usage of the words “whore”, “doll”, and “slut”, hair pulling, riding, cumming inside, some spanking, some manhandling, breeding kink if u squint real hard, reader has a big dick

word count : 1,407

author's note : title from 'cheerleader' by omi. lisa pls lemme suck on ur tiddies.

( masterlist │ ask/request  │ ao3  )

There’s just something about fucking the woman everyone wants.

Miss Lisa Minci, the smartest and most endearing person in all of Monstadt, complete with a body sculpted by Venus herself. You haven’t met a man, nor woman, who hasn’t dreamt of indulging themselves in some kind of romantic endeavors with her.

She seemed like the perfect partner—smart, but knows when to hold herself back. She was also kind and thoughtful, with a little pinch of sexiness added into the bunch.

Her clumsy personality was what caught your attention first.

Sure, her thick thighs or fuckable lips were what you saw first, but the way she apologized for once messing up the return date on your book caused you to dream of hammering into her innocent face for weeks.

And her tits—archons her fucking tits.

You had always wanted to feel them fill the empty spaces between your fingers; you’ve seen the way she races down the stairs, jugs just barely contained in her slutty dress, and how she would pant and wipe her forehead, looking at you with her lackadaisical smile. You wondered how she would look like after you fuck her senseless, how heavy her breath would be.

You would think that she was doing everything on purpose.

The soft greeting she gives you whenever you enter the vicinity of the library, the way she’d push her tits together every time she leans down to help you pick a book, letting you a view of her delicious breasts and the valley between them.

You constantly thought about how it would feel to fuck her tits, watching your cock disappear between her ample chest and kissing her lips.

And you were sure that you weren’t the only one in Mondstadt with thoughts so fucking filthy about her; you were sure that dozens of others would kill just to get her to show them her tits.

But you seemed to inherit Lady Luck’s blessings, as you get to be the lucky bastard to pound into her tonight.

You felt Lisa’s warm cunt enveloping your cock as you drilled into her mercilessly, with her bare tits pressed against the table.

“Fuck,” she moaned out your name, voice shy and intimidated at the thought of being fucked silly by you on her desk in the library.

It took you a while to coax her into dirtying her own office table with her own juice that night—starting with rubbing her core through her thin panties as she sat on your lap, writhing under your strong hold. You lapped hungrily at the sweaty skin of her neck as her scent made your cock harder and harder.

As soon as she finally grinded down on your clothed dick, putting her plump ass to good use, you pulled her dress down to let the cool night air hit her massive tits.

And before you knew it, you were pummeling her tight hole, spreading her wide open with your length.

She was such a good girl, Miss Lisa Minci, always asking you to go faster and harder, adding a cute little please at the end of every sentence begging you to fuck her pretty little cunt.

And you didn’t know where she learnt to use her words so compellingly, but it was like you were enchanted into giving her what she wants.

You leaned down onto her back, grabbing her jaws harshly to watch her expression—tongue drooled out with her eyes rolled back, your cock constantly hitting her sweet spot that she couldn’t even think of anything else.

“Fucking whore,” you grunted as she whined underneath your body. “How’re you taking my cock in so well, baby?”

You continued pounding into her as she tried to form an answer, her lewd voice strung together with debauchery in them as you straightened your body and dug your nails into her hips.

“You—“ she whimpered, fingers crushing documents under her body. “I’ve wanted—nghhh.”

“You gotta speak up, doll,” you grinned, pulling apart her asscheeks open using your thumb, watching how smoothly her folds were welcoming your cock.

She moaned out your name again, and again, and again.

You gave a coy smirk at the sight of her so helpless under your grip. “You like me taking you from behind, huh?”

She nodded her head like a dog in heat—a sense of pride grew in your chest as you managed to make the most clever person in the city your own little mindless fuckdoll.

Your fingers ran through her hair, before gripping a handful of them as you forcefully lifted her limp body to press against your chest, your other hand toying with her throbbing clit.

“Don’t—“ she whined, you felt her legs shaking. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum—“

You continued rubbing hard circles on her clit, rolling her nipple in between your fingers as you nibbled on her ear. “Cum, baby.”

Lisa opened her eyes, half-lidded to look at you as she wrapped her arms around your neck. “Cum with me,” she slurred as she felt the tip of your cock hitting her cervix.

You slowed down your thrust, exchanging your speed for power. Each one of your ramming caused a choked up sob from her mouth.

“I’ll fill you up,” you grunted, rubbing her clit harder, “fill you up with my seed, what about that?”

“Yesyesyes, fill my pussy with your cum—“ Lisa gasped, and her body immediately faltered after a massive wave of shuddering. You felt her pussy walls clamping your cock, her juice creaming your balls.

You let go of her body, letting her fall softly on the desk and worked on your orgasm, which came quickly after. You watched as Lisa twitched underneath you, her cunt hole gaping and closing as you decorated her walls with white sperm.

“Fuuuuck,” she breathed out your name, mouth open trying to catch her breath. You watched as she weakly tried to grind her ass around you, not wanting to waste a drop of your jizz.

You laughed softly, slapping her jiggly ass once before pulling your softening dick out from her pussy. She whined, cold at the sudden vacancy.

“C’mere,” you stepped backwards and let yourself fall on a chair, dick still hanging out.

Lisa meekly looked at you, still tired from her orgasm, and pushed herself from the desk. Her dress gathered on her wide hips as she stumbled to you, fingers pressing deep into your shoulder as she propped her knees on either side of you, lowering herself at your cock.

“You look like a fucking slut,” you chuckled, tugging a piece of hair behind her ear as she shut her eyes, biting down on her lips hard.

You placed your hands on her waist, feeling your dick hardening inside of her as she started to move her waist, tits jiggling at every roll.

“You fuckin’ me now?” You leaned on the back of the chair, enjoying the view.

“Mhmm,” she nodded, taking in the shape of your cock. “Sit still so— haaahhh, so I can ride you. Fuck…”

“Such a good girl,” you praised, watching your cock disappearing into her pretty cunt.

“I’ll fuck you dry,” she moaned again, lifting one hand from your shoulder to rub lazily on her clit. “Fuck you so good that you won’t forget the shape of my pussy.”

“Brave words,” you remarked, eyes not leaving her cunt as she pleasured herself, “especially from someone who was just begging for me to ram into her harder.”

Her cunt clenched at your words, causing a sudden jolt of excitement down your spine. She opened one eye, bottom lips jutting out and you almost took her on the table again right there and then.

But you held yourself back, clutching her waist in a grip so hard that it would surely leave a bruise on her pale skin.

“Don’t try to sound smart.”

Her words would have sounded like a threat if she wasn’t tightening against your length.

“Of course of course, Miss Librarian,” you gave her a smug grin, and Lisa decided to close her eyes again, pressing down harder on you.

“I’ll fuck you dry,” she said again, “so I won’t have to hear your stupid voice again.”

You shifted on your seat, fixing your position before grabbing her ass, bouncing her on your cock once. Lisa gasped, biting her bottom lips.

“I’d like to see you try.”

[sweetchup]

Bi•valve

Noun

an aquatic mollusk that has a compressed body enclosed within a hinged shell, such as oysters, clams, mussels, and scallops.

AKA

The Most Common Seashell in the Ocean

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Vol. 1: Just Keep Swimming // Ch. 2

Type: Poseidon x reader

Word Count: 4,000+

Masterlist

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Sounds of horns and shouting filled the air outside as you stood on the packed bus. Cramped in from every side, it was hard for you to tell where you were going. Not as if you were paying much attention anyways.

“Okay, you left fish and pasta in the fridge… he could use the tv or read a book for entertainment while you are gone…what about…” You ramble incoherently to yourself.

Even though the storm hit Athens hard yesterday, your studio art professor was still having classes today. Forcing you to leave Triton alone at home. You shouldn’t be nervous. There was no reason to. After all, Triton is a god, he was hundreds of years old.

But…, he was still a child. No matter how old or what type of being he is. He could still possibly injure himself or get into trouble. And that single fact alone made you feel sick to your stomach.

“Is this how parents feel leaving their child alone for the first time…?” You groan to yourself, leaning your head forward so it hits the window in front of you.

“Now Approaching *Athens International School of Art*. I repeat, Now—“ The robotic voice announces over the intercom. At the familiar name of your college, you squeeze your way through the other patrons on the bus to make your way to the doors.

Sweet, sweet air, you think to yourself as soon as you exit the bus. It was starting to get way too cramped in there. So much so, you wondered if it was a safety hazard. Though it wasn’t as if you were one to talk, you left a little boy alone—

“Argh!” You scream out, slapping the cheeks of your face. You needed to stop thinking of Triton. He was going to be completely fine. But, what if…

“I’m getting too attached already…” You groan to yourself. It had only been a day. One singular Day. But you were already smitten by the blonde haired child. “It doesn’t help that he's absolutely adorable as well…”

“Who’s adorable?” A voice calls out from behind you, making you jump in surprise. Whipping around, you let out a sigh once you identify who it was.

“Bryce… how many times have I told you not to sneak up on me like that…”

Bryce Kroger. He was studying abroad at Athens International School of Art for a year just like you except he was instead an architecture major. You met him by coincidence while taking art history so you didn’t know much about the guy, the only thing being the few stories he told you about his home country of Australia.

“Oi! It’s not my fault you're so skittish!” Bryce banters back with a huff.

“Whatever…”

“Eh? Wait, where you heading?” Bryce questions as he watches you walk away, “I thought you had Studio Art on Fridays?”

“I do. I’m heading to the library first though.” You yell back to the tall male who stayed put where he was standing. Not even bothering to follow you.

“You need to stop studying so much!”

“Shut up!”

“IT’S THE TRUTH!”

“SHUT UP!” You scream back with one final huff before storming off. So what if you studied so much. You just wanted to get good grades in the classes that counted. It’s how you got here in the first place. By working your ass off.

Unconsciously, you feel your hand twitch as you open the library door. So what if you spent hours studying. So what if you didn’t go out with friends that often. So what if you didn’t have a social life. So what—

You feel yourself pause, your expression turning sour. Lonely. That’s what you were. You were lonely. A miserable lonely girl.

“Miss!”

Startled out of your thoughts by the sudden call, you realize you were no longer standing at the front door but instead standing in front of one of the librarians. You must have unconsciously walked up to the front desk while you were lost in thought.

“A-Ah. Sorry, I was just looking for books on Leonar—“

You feel your voice trail off at the end as a book on the counter catches your eye. It wasn’t the gold detailing nor the leather texture. No. It was the simple words of “Greek Mythology: Tales of Zeus” printed neatly on the front.

“…Actually, Do you perhaps have any books about Poseidon?”

You just found something better to do with your time.

—.—.—.—.—

“Damn… this is extremely confusing…” You mumble to yourself as you glare at the pages of notes in front of you. Each book seemed to be a little bit different from the last. “Perhaps I should recap…”

Okay, so what makes sense to you is that Poseidon is the second eldest of three brothers and is the ruler of the seas. The things that don’t make sense are… practically everything else…

You weren’t sure if you wanted to cry or scream out of frustration right now.

According to the books, Poseidon has had many consorts over the years. One of them being Triton’s mother, Amphitrite…

“My mother… can be quite mean to other women. Even to some of the female servants around the palace. She believes that they are trying to seduce my father…”

…but that doesn’t match up with what Triton mentioned last night. According to him, it sounds like Amphitrite scared away any women that would even come near Poseidon. This also leads to another flaw in the mythology books. You doubted that Poseidon would be able to have an affair with any other women with Amphitrite antics, nevertheless have 10 other children with them.

“Triton also never mentioned having any other siblings…”

Letting out a groan, which you seemed to be doing a lot today, you banged your head against the table. It seems like these mythology books weren’t going to be of any help after all. Though…. you couldn’t help but wonder why the books were so off in the first place.

Lifting yourself back up from the table, you glare down at one of the book covers. It was blue, almost silvery in a way, with a giant black silhouette of Poseidon right smack dab in the middle. Or, at least, what Poseidon might look like…

“Well, my father is extremely strong and handsome. All the sea nymphs stare at him with big heart eyes half the time. Oh! B-but, father doesn’t pay any attention to them. Father is not a cheater like uncle Zeus…”

“…Is Father…? Oh. He’s alright… He’s nowhere as bad as my mother. He’s never hit me or anything. He’s just… cold. Extremely cold. He really just ignores me half the time…”

“…I do love my father…I just wished he would at least spare me a glance…you know?…Acknowledge his own son…”

“God damn jerk!” You hiss out in anger as you push the book aside. Your blood practically boiling at even the slightest thought of Triton’s father, Poseidon. He doesn’t deserve to have such a good and nice son like Triton.

However, as much as you want to curse out Poseidon more, you realized class would be starting soon and you really had to get a move on.

“Shit. I can’t afford to be late again.”

—.—.—

“Ugh. Why did the professor have to assign me this type of painter…?!” You whined to Yuri. Class had already ended by then with the professor long gone. The only people left were students that were conversing with others or trying to get a head start on their paintings.

“Well, it didn’t help that you barged into class late for the second time this week, (y/n).” Yuri explained with a sigh as she continued to set up her palette, not even sparing you a glance.

Yuri Saito, Or rather Saito Yuri, was an abroad student from Japan. She was the closest person you knew at the college as you both were similar in many ways. Especially since you were both homebodies.

“I get that but at least I showed up in the fir—“

“(Y/n)!” A voice shouts out interrupting your talk with Yuri. You turn around to see Bella Woods, a student apart of your major, approaching you. “(Y/n). You were part of your student council back in high school right?”

“Uh, Yeah. Why?” You answered hesitantly. You weren’t sure why, perhaps instincts, but you were already having a bad feeling about this situation.

“Well I need your help on something…” Bella explains, her voice trailing off at the end as she grabs something from her bag. It’s a piece of paper, a flier to be exact.

“A…A Cultural Festival?”

Bella nods her head at your words, “Yeah. The college wanted to put something on for the public to show what our art school is all about and Mrs. Yamamoto suggested this. A-Apparently, it’s something schools and colleges do back in Japan.”

“B-But how can I help? Wouldn’t it make sense for someone like Yuri to do this? Since she’s from Japan and all.”

It was the truth. You didn’t know a single thing about japanese culture festivals.

“Hey don’t drag me into this, I’m busy.” Yuri counterbacks with a glare before returning back to her painting.

“Well… you see… The school wanted to change Mrs. Yamamoto’s idea a bit since they really didn’t know anything about Japanese Cultural festivals either. So it’s like a Cultural festival, kind of not.” Bella rambled. You could tell all this information was scrambling her brain as well. “Basically, it’s like a Greek version of a Cultural festival where each major picks a Greek god and plans an event or booth around it.”

“…Okay… So it’s just like a school festival in a way?” You questioned cautiously. This was a lot for you to take in at once.

“Yes. Precisely. We are just taking inspiration from Cultural festivals.”

“Okay. Okay…” You answer as you rub the back of your neck, “I still don’t understand why you need me though?”

“Well, I kind of… kind of saw you reading the mythology books in the library today and we need more people on the planning committee…” Oh, god. It seems like everything is coming back to bite you in the ass, “…Just. Please (y/n), We need your help!”

You let out a small sigh as you watch Bella give you a pleading look, “Fine…”

“Yay—!“

“But…“ You start cutting off Bella’s cheers, “But I’m taking care of something really important right now at home so I can’t always make meetings and things like that. I can help with planning but that’s it. Okay?”

That was correct. As much as you wanted to help Bella and your department out with this festival, Triton was your top priority right now. His care and needs were above all else right now, even your own. So if this would get in the way of that then you would drop this project instantly. Instantly.

“Of course! Oh, thank you (y/n)!” Bella cheers, her body visibly relaxing now that a stress has been taken off your shoulder, “Well, I’m not sure if you're busy right now but… the committee is currently planning two classrooms down… so if you could…”

“I’ll go…” You sighed out. Damn, what’s with you lately. Less than two days ago, people hardly approached you. Now you are as busy as a bee. A person magnetic… Well, more like god magnetic as wel—

Wait, a minute. You feel yourself tense up as a thought flies into your brain. If Gods could travel and spend time on earth, could they live here as well? Just like how Triton wants to?

Shit. What if some that live here are able to identify Triton? You could be in big troub—

“(Y/n)? Are you coming?” Bella calls, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Y-yes.”

It seemed you would have to worry about that later. Not that it mattered right now, you could always just ask Triton when you got home. And even if he didn’t know the answer you would just have to be careful bringing him out of the house. Yeah… you would just do that.

“Guys, I would like to introduce you to (y/n). She’s a fine arts major just like us and knows about mythology. I think she would make a great addition to our group.” Bella introduces you as you enter the room. As you looked around the group of only 4 other people, you realized you really didn’t know anyone.

That is until everyone started to introduce themselves. You never heard of the first three—Brian, James and Kyle—but you found the last name, Marissa Samudra, quite familiar. You wonder if she was that Marissa.

Who you were talking about was Marissa, the hottest girl in school Marissa. Well, at least that’s what all the boys in your major told you. The girl in front of you at least seemed to fit the part. With white silk like skin, light green eyes and dyed coral pink hair, she truly was a sight to see.

“Okay. So shall we get started.” James suddenly spoke up, seeming to want to get the meeting started. You nodded your head in agreement before taking a seat next to Holly. As well as across from Marissa. “Well, I think we should first decide which god we should do. Culinary, Music, Visual performing arts and architecture already have chosen Aphrodite, Hades, Ares and Zeus. (Y/n)…”

You lift your head up at the call of your name.

“…as you know the most about Mythology, who do you think we should pick?”

“Well,…” You feel yourself pause, your palms growing sweaty out of nervousness. You really didn’t know that much about Greek Gods, only the class you took last year and the books you skimmed this morning. You also didn’t expect so many of the main gods to be taken already.

“…How about…”

You needed to think of someone fast. Someone that would satisfy all parties here. Someone that would bedazzle people coming to the festival.

“…Poseidon…?”

Why… Why was that what your brain had come up with? Poseidon? The very god that you were cursing out this morning. Wishing near death upon.

“Fish man?” Brian questioned, letting out a small chuckle at his own joke, “You really want to go with Fish man as our god? Isn’t there anyone better?”

“I think Poseidon is pretty…cool.” You feel a shiver go up your spine as you compliment the man. It was official, you might actually puke. “…He’s the king of the seas. It gives us a lot to work with for his character. Especially since most Fine Arts students are good at realistic elements, we could really do well on painting or using sea life.”

“True… but—“

“I think it’s a wonderful idea.”

You are shocked as you hear Marissa cut Brian off. When you first sat down, she seemed totally uninterested in the topic at hand. Caring more about her hair and nails than anything else. But now, now, she was paying attention to every little thing. You couldn’t help but wonder why. “Oh sorry. I really like the sea. It holds a special place in my heart… you know?”

Oh, that makes sense. You totally forgot Marissa’s paintings were mostly about the ocean and sea. Never drifting off to other topics.

“N-no. That’s actually pretty cool. You know what, we should totally do Posedin… or whatever the dude’s name is. He sounds really cool.” Bryan agrees as he bashfully rubs the back of his neck. Gross, could he make it any less obvious that he was smitten by her. And not in a nice way either.

You feel yourself shiver as you watch him sneak small glances down at Marissa’s chest area. Disgusting pervert…

“Well, with that decided let’s move on…”

…Great… You could already tell this was going to be a long meeting…

—.—.—.—.—

Again, for what felt like the hundredth time today, you banged your head against the wall. This time however it was against the door of your apartment.

“Seriously… a Café…?”

Yes, a Café. That’s the brilliant idea your group came up with. An under the sea type themed café.

In hindsight it didn’t sound all that bad. You could have a couple of students paint some props and decorations. Then another couple of students who know how to cook plan out the menu. Maybe even borrow some culinary students if you were lucky.

But,… there’s that.

Outnumbered three to two, the boys of your group insisted the girls that are serving customers should wear togas. Togas. They stated it was to bring in more customers but it was pretty obvious they had other intentions behind it. Especially since they didn’t even bother waiting a couple of minutes afterwards to ask if Marissa wanted to be part of the waiting staff.

“Poor girl… I feel bad for her.” You mumble to yourself as you pull out your keys, finally unlocking the door to your apartment. You wished you could just beat all those men senseless with a baseball bat. “That’s actually not a bad idea… Could I bring a wooden club and say that it's part of the character? They seem to not know that much about—“

“Miss (y/n)!” You hear shouted as something comes barreling into you. Knocking you onto the ground right as you enter your apartment. “O-oops I meant to only say (y/n)…”

Even though you got the air literally knocked out of you, you still let out a small chuckle as you reached up to run a hand through the perpetrator’s locks. Triton’s blonde locks. “It’s okay. I only told you this morning to stop referring to me so formally. It will take time for you to get used to it.”

Suddenly, you wince at a feeling of pain as you move slightly. Triton sure was strong. You, honestly, wondered if he held back some strength when he jumped at you. If so, you wondered how strong Triton was nonetheless an adult god.

Speaking of an adult god…

“Hey Triton.” The boy lifts his head up at your call, “Do any gods live on earth?”

The boy seemed to take a moment to think, “Well kind of? Not really Greek Gods though. Most of them are too proud to live with humans.”

“Oh well that’s goo— Wait, a minute! Other gods are real as well!?”

Triton nods his head furiously, “Yeah pretty much all gods. As long as it is considered as one, it exists. There’s Nordic gods…, Indian gods…, Oh! Even Buddha. I like Buddha, even though I’ve only met him once. He introduced me to salt water taffy! It’s delicious.”

“I-I see…I’ll try to get you some then. Another time.” As much as you wanted to hide your surprise you couldn’t. Learning that Greek Gods actually existed was one situation but learning that All Gods existed was a whole nother ball game. Did that mean demons existed as well?

“Hey (y/n). Could I ask you a question?” Triton asks, suddenly seeming bashful all of a sudden.

“Sure. What’s up?”

“Could I…” Triton pauses for a moment, “Could I call you…”

You leaned closer to Triton as his voice slowly got softer and softer at the end. His ears and cheeks were bright red as he waited for you to answer. However, you couldn’t answer him as you didn’t hear the last part of what he said.

“I apologize. Could you repeat what you said, Triton? I couldn’t hear the end of it.” You felt bad for asking him to repeat it as his face only seemed to get even more red when you asked.

“I-I… Could I call you… Mom?”

It was silent as his question, or rather request, fell upon your ears. You thought about it for a moment. Especially whether it was morally right for you to have him call you ‘mom’. Even if his true mother was a terrible person, she was still his mother.

Though, then again, She really didn’t act like his mother. Especially in all her hundreds of years of existence of having him. At least from what you’ve heard from Triton. She’s had plenty of chances to show her love for him and she never did.

“Of…Of course you can.”

You feel yourself smile as Triton’s face lit up. And you knew, Deep down inside, that you did the right thing. You would show this boy the love he deserved.

“Hey (Y— Mom.” You giggle at how Triton seemed to practically beam with happiness once the title left his lips.

“Yes, Triton?”

“Could we have dinner right now?”

You feel yourself jump up a little in surprise. Since you stayed later than what you usually would, due to the meeting, you didn’t have anything prepared ahead of time for dinner.

“Ah, yes. Do you think you could wait in the living room while I prepare it?”

“Of course!” Triton answers as he scrambles up off of you. As you make your way to the kitchen—which was technically in the same room as the living room—to start dinner, you find yourself drifting off into your thoughts.

You realized you really hadn’t thought this through. Taking care of Triton and all. Your apartment was small, he didn’t have his own room, he seemed to eat a lot more than a human boy his physical age and so much more.

You wouldn’t be able to buy a bigger apartment right now. Going through college and all. But you could take more shifts at work. After all, it was literally down the street. You were also good friends with the owner of the toy shop next door. You bet he would allow Triton to play with a couple of toys while you worked.

As you continue to list things you would need to take care of Triton especially if it was long term, Triton was watching cartoons on the couch.

“…Wonder cats will be right back!…”

As the show goes to commercial break, Triton feels himself let out a sigh. Television sure was awesome and all, much better than the plays and coliseum matches used to entertain gods, but he despised ads more than anything.

“Who in the world created such a malicious thing…”

Triton’s voice trails off at the end as the ad changes to another. As he stares at the screen, he feels a shiver shoot down his spine. As quickly as he could, Triton changes the channel to another before shakily dropping the television remote. A cold sheen of sweat breaks out all over his skin as he collapses back onto the couch.

To anyone else, the commercial before looked like any normal hair dye commercial seen on Tv. But not to Triton. Especially when he saw something oh so familiar.

“T-that hair color…” Triton feels himself shiver at the thought, “L-looked too much like Aunties. Mom’s…No…

…Amphitrite’s Sister.”

Author Note: Ahhh this chapter contained so much but I knew I couldn’t split it up. Especially if I was doing posting Tuesdays and Thursdays. I was worried that the time frame in between would mess my readers up. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this Chapter. I know there wasn’t a lot of Triton moments but I wanted to get the ball rolling on the plot so that things and certain characters (*cough* Poseidon *cough*) will appear soon. Well that’s it for now, see you next time :)))

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[savemesomenachos]

Heyy so your last Stucky x reader inspired this thought. What if the boys are feeling down one day cause of the missions and all, so the reader has a self care day with them? Like with face masks and the whole spa treatment with yummy food and trashy movies?

And the boys looking at reader with heart eyes cause she being cute and so caring 😍

I think the boys would absolutely love spa day with their girl coz they’re just so soft when it comes to her🤌🏽✨. Hope you enjoy this!!!!

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Comfort Levels

AN: I recently re-watched Notting Hill and it really made my day. Librarian! Hugh Grant in suits is the softest boi, I done saw!!🤷🏽‍♀️✨

Pairings: Stucky × Reader

Warnings: fluff with allusions to smut but no actual smut, language

Word Count: 1795

Y/n’s POV:

The boys were finally coming home after a long mission. I knew they’d be really tired with how much they’d been working lately. So, as a surprise, I set some things up I hope they’d like. Steve especially.

Ever since I knew them, Steve had always been more self-indulgent than Bucky ever had. He’d always buy bath oils and candles and some very ridiculous things if he thought that it’d make him feel better.

Bucky was more reluctant. He wouldn’t really say why when we asked but we knew. Everyone did. He still felt like he didn’t deserve good things and so he never really did things for himself. He always waved off our concern but I couldn’t help but be worried about him sometimes. He’ll run himself ragged on missions to obtain some kind of penance for the things the Winter Soldier did.

But today, I was gonna make them put all of this aside and just enjoy the spa day I had prepared for them. I had bought too many candles, massage oils, face masks and food to count but they deserved this after all that work.

“Doll, you there?” I heard Bucky’s voice echo in the living room of our extremely obnoxious apartment that Tony had practically forced us into so as to not hear “you guys boinking”. Needless to say, Steve had turned red and took the keys from Tony just to shut him up.

“In here,” I called out, already giddy with excitement to see my boys after weeks. Steve walked in first followed by Bucky and as soon as I saw them, I jumped into Steve’s arms. He caught me with an arm around my waist and a quiet ‘oof’ leaving his mouth.

“Hey-” he started but I cut him off with a kiss to his lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs settled around his waist as he slipped his hands underneath my night slip and settled them on my inner thighs. As we made out, Bucky started to slip out of his tac uniform with a chuckle.

Before Steve could get handsy any further, I slipped out of his grasp and sidled on over to Bucky. At first, he continued to undress but he couldn’t ignore me for long. He wrapped an arm around my waist and tipped my head up to look at him with a metal finger under my chin.

My eyes closed and my lips puckered waiting, practically begging for a kiss which he obliged with a hearty chuckle that seemed to rumble in his chest. He crushed me to him and reluctantly let me go when Steve was completely in the nude with his back and extremely supple ass facing us.

“Doll what is all this?” he asked pointing to all the candles laid across the room and food and the oils that I had laid out on the bed. With a smile, I shifted closer to Steve and snaked my hands around his waist as I started to explain.

“I thought we could have a spa day. You boys have just been so busy this whole month so I thought we could just relax for a change.” I said, suddenly shy. It sounded so much more better in my head than it did out loud.

“And do these massages come with happy endings?” Bucky asked from behind us with a smirk, now also in the nude. Steve laughed but my eyes had already started to drift downward. There were no visible cuts but the sweat on his skin made all the dips stand out. Bucky was never really fond of chest hair so his smooth skin went on for miles.

“Eyes up here bunny,” he said with a smirk. My eyes snapped up to meet his very smug ones and a blush made its way onto my cheeks. As revenge, I slipped out of my night gown and with a sharp slap to Steve’s ass, made my way to the very large tub in the middle of the bathroom.

Bucky only howled in laughter at Steve’s scowl and dragged him to where I had already slipped into the warm water. I made grabby hands at them and they each took a hand while slipping into the bath which was really more of a hot tub than anything.

With a turn of fingers, I indicated for them to turn around and sit with their backs facing me. I slipped Bucky into my arms first and begin to lather his back with a very fancy soap whose name I couldn’t care to remember in this moment. While I got his back, Steve took some of the soap in his hand and spread the soap across the expanse of Bucky’s chest.

Bucky only hummed in content and tipped his head back and rested it on my shoulder. After I finished with the soap, I got some shampoo and began to massage Bucky’s hair and scalp while the boys listlessly made out. I laughed and shifted out from behind Bucky and slipped in behind Steve and repeated everything as they continued to make out. With a pout, I kissed Steve’s wet shoulder and worked my way upward to his neck, ears and cheek.

“I think our girl’s feeling left out Buck,” he said with a smug smile while wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me onto his lap. Bucky only laughed in return and stood to dry himself before helping myself and Steve out of the tub.

“I think we were promised a massage bunny,” he said while drying his hair. I smiled and ran to the bedroom to get everything ready leaving Steve and Bucky to dry off alone.

I set the towels on the bed and the bottles of massage oils. I made sure to pick spiced vanilla for Steve and French lavender for Bucky. They walked into the bedroom still in awe of the candles. I pushed them to lie on the bed, chests down. First, I climbed over the back of Steve’s calves and smeared some warm oil on the tense muscles of his back while Bucky turned his head to look at us with a smile.

I knead his back with my hands while Steve moaned and Bucky looked on. Eventually, I shifted down to his lower back where I pushed my fingers into the base of his spine and his back arched at the relief.

“Fuck doll, where’d you learn to do this?” he asked, shifting to lie on his back now and shifting his hair back with a hairband, peeling open the face mask I laid out for him. Bucky gaped at his language while I answered with a soft ‘Youtube lesson’ so as to not disturb the quiet. While Steve applied the facemask to his face with no help needed at all, I shifted over to Bucky who looked more reluctant now that he was actually in bed.

“I knew you were disappointed about not getting a happy ending but not this much,” I said with a concerned smile painted across my face. He forced a smile in return and settled into the sheets again.

‘You deserve all this and so much more bub,” I said as I put my lips to his ear. He turned to look at me with glassy eyes but immediately closed them before I could see clearly. I ran my hand down his back in comfort and proceeded to repeat the same actions of massaging his back. After we finished, I turned him around and assisted him with a hairband and a face mask.

I applied my own and slipped in between them with a quiet sigh. We laid there for a while before I heard Steve shift and peel his mask off. Bucky and I moved to do the same. I got up off the bed and bought them both their robes to slip on.

I laid out all of their favourite food I had bought earlier. Their eyes lit up while they dug around, deciding on what to eat first. I turned Netflix on and slipped in between them again, grabbing my own snack. Bucky chose ‘Notting Hill’ as Steve pulled the blankets over all of our almost bare legs.

Bucky wrapped his arm around my shoulder and tucked me into his side while Steve pulled my legs over his thighs. After my snack was over, my eyes started to droop and I cuddled further into Bucky’s side while pulling Steve along with me. I felt the both of them kiss either side of my head and I hummed in content. I couldn’t fall asleep with the feeling of someone or someones watching me washed over me.

“How’d we get so lucky huh?” Steve’s whisper came from my right while Bucky’s arm stroked my damp hair.

“Beats me punk,” Bucky whispered back with a quiet chuckle. “I swear Steve, my whole life, I never thought I’d have it this good. Especially after everything I’d done. But you both still love me. After all that shit I did which I could never possibly take back. So I must’ve done something really good in previous life to deserve her. To deserve the both of you.” Bucky said with a strained voice.

“Hey,” Steve said with a demanding voice. “You deserve all this and a whole lot more. Don’t you ever doubt the fact that you deserve us. We know you and we love you and nothing could ever change that.” Steve said and shifted closer, probably to plant a kiss on Bucky’s lips.

I had pretended to be asleep this whole time but I threw my leg over Bucky’s lap to show him my agreement with Steve. He only chuckled and wiped his eyes off any visible tears.

“That’s the exact thing she says to me. You two practice this or something?” he asks, his chest resounding with a laugh.

“Don’t laugh jerk. You’ll wake her up.” Steve says admonishing Bucky.

“Yes… Captain,” Bucky practically purrs with a suggestive pause between the ‘yes’ and the ‘captain’ which makes me mask my laughter with a cough and bury my face deeper into his chest to hide my smile.

“Shut up Buck. Get to sleep now.” Steve says, most probably red with the use of his title. They both shift downward to settle on their respective pillows and Steve wraps his arm around my lower stomach and pulls my lower half a little closer to him while burying his face in my neck. Bucky kisses my forehead again and whispers a soft ‘goodnight’ that Steve doesn’t even acknowledge.

“Night Sarge.” I whisper as I pull them both closer to me.

“Wait! You were awake this whole fucking time?”

“Language!!”

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[arloelilly]

Hi!! I'd like to request a NSFW for Donnie. How would he react to seeing another guy flirt with his crush? His crush also owns her own library.

A little librarian action, huh? I'll try to make this interesting!

Warnings: NSFW Content 18+

Donnie

It was getting late and the library was closing soon. He had asked if you wanted to stay the night tonight and when you said sure, he offered to pick you up. As he pulled up to the side of the building he hopped out of the turtle truck and walked inside using the spare key you gave him. Most of the lights were off and there were no customers in sight. But the sound of your laughter was enough to tell him someone was still here with you. Donnie went into ninja mode, sneaking along the aisles until he was close enough to see the front desk but still remain in the shadows. 'What does he want?' He thought to himself when he saw your employee leaning against the counter on his elbow.

You were putting some files and papers away while rolling your eyes at his compliments and sometimes letting out a laugh at a cheesy pick-up line. Unfortunately, for your employee, you didn't share his feelings, and you have let him know this before. Apparently, he was persistent. Donnie loved the sound of your laugh but not when it was from someone flirting with you. Donnie was a logical terrapin though. He kept his cool and waited patient for the guy to leave.

"Okay, night. See you tomorrow Levi!" You call to him as he bids you good night. Donnie let out a sigh after Levi left and started walking over to you. "Hey!" He greeted causing you to look up from the front desk. You watch as Donnie stepped into the light of the desk lamp with a soft smile. "Hey, you!" You gave him a big smile and continued to collect some papers and shuffle them together. "What did Levi want?" You thought it was an odd question coming from Donnie, "Oh, he's just goofing off is all," You reply and turn around to put the papers into a filing cabinet. "Hm. Sounded like flirting to me." He mumbled; however, it was easy to hear in the dead silence of your library.

You look over your shoulder to see his shell facing you and him leaning against the desk with his arms crossed. He seemed to be in deep though. A playful smirk pulled its way onto your face as you walked back over to the desk and leaned on your hands as you gave him a playful look. "Donnie...are you jealous?" You inquire, holding back the urge to giggle. He immediately stood straight and glanced at you. "N-no, of course I'm not jealous. Wha-why would I be jealous of him?" Donnie wanted to slap himself for stammering. You walked around the desk so you were now standing right in front of him. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but it sounds to me like you have a thing for me." You smile up at him and before you knew it, Donnie was a stuttering mess as he desperately tried to find the words to defend himself.

"N-no, I just...Well I-you-he...You know what?" In a blink of an eye his lips were pressed firmly against yours. You happily return the kiss, feeling butterflies in your stomach. Your arms wrapped around his neck so you could deepen the kiss. Donnie then pulled away a bit to look into your eyes. "I'll show you just how much of a thing I have for you." And with that he picked you up, your legs naturally wrapping around his waist to support you.

Soon, your back was against the side of a bookshelf with Donnie's tongue dancing with yours. You could feel waves of pleasure in your lower regions as his firm erection grinded against your heat through his pants. Your hands moved down and fumbled with his belt to slip it off and drop it to the floor. He pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it to the side before working at your bra and throwing it behind him. You loved the feeling of his hands grabbing your waist and moving up your sides until they started groping your breasts, pinching and twisting your perked buds. The more he rubbed against you the more wet you became. The rough feeling was becoming unbearable so your fingers unbuttoned his pants allowing your hands to push his pants down. He had already kicked away his boots so stepping out of his pants was easier.

He then pulled you two away from the shelf and walked a few steps to lay you down on the front desk. His hands gripped your hips as he looked down at the goddess looking back up at him, your hands rubbing his forearms slowly. His thumbs hooked the hem of your panties and your long skirt before slowly sliding them down. He bit the inside of his bottom lip and his nose twitched from your aroma before he slid his hand near your heat. A smirk made its way onto his face when you gasped and your legs twitched as the feeling of his thumb brushing against your swollen clit.

You closed your eyes and relaxed a bit as Donnie felt along your body, cherishing how soft your skin was against his hands. His hands then retreated, wasting no more time to remove his boxers. His member sprung to life, ready to be berried inside you. Donnie leant down, his one hand finding the edge of the desk above him while his other hand pressed against the top of the desk. His cool plastron pressing against your flushed skin as he kissed and sucked on your neck and collarbone. "Oh, Donnie!" You gasp upon feeling his flared tip along with his smooth cock fill you with one swift motion. A reptilian churr echoed from his chest, sending vibrations throughout your body.

It didn't take Donnie long to find a rhythm as he now loomed over your small form, using his hands to support him as he bucked into you. He admired the sight below him. One of your hands cupping his wrist while the other caressed his forearm. Your head was turned to the side, eyes closed, as your breasts and body bounced back and forth with every thrust. Your angelic moans and sweet gasps filled his ears. The way the light of the desk lamp made your skin glow. He didn't know just how much he would love seeing this side of you until now. Your silk walls seemed to hug and pull him in more and more.

"F-faster Donnie! Mmm!" He obeyed your desperate cry, bucking his hips faster and harder. He was going to make sure to please you, just to hear you cry out his name. "Fuck, you feel amazing!" Donnie purred before moving his arms behind your legs to pull them up. "Aaah!" You cried out in bliss as your back arched off the table as the new position. "Oh, yeah Donnie! Don't stop! Don't stop Donnie!" Your hands moved above you to grasp the edge of the desk while you threw your head back. Donnie took advantage of this and leant down to litter your neck in kisses and love bites.

He drew another gasp from you when he leant down at the perfect angle for his aching cock to mercilessly drill into your g-spot. "Oooh fuck! Don't move Donnie, just like that. Mmm, right there!" Your arms wrapped around his neck as you hug him close to you. You clawed at his shell, feeling your orgasm building quickly. Donnie panted heavily as he let out low grunts and churrs. He knew you were close, feeling your walls becoming tighter and tighter around his large member.

"You like it when I hit that spot? Yeah?" He growled focusing his attention on that one spot that seemed to rip those well wanted cries from you. "Donnie!" You cry out and gasp as you hit your release. "Mmm! That's it Y/n! Oh fuck yeah, Babygirl!" Donnie shuttered at his own release, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck while he filled you until he was dripping from you core.

You both stay like that for a moment before Donnie used his hand to push himself up and pull out of you. You sat up and were met with him placing a tired kiss on your lips before Donnie left you to gather your guys' clothes. You slid off the desk but used it to support you on your wobbly legs. Donnie helped you get dress, leaving sweet kisses along your body as he did and picked you up to take you out to the truck.

Since you were already dozing off, he gently laid you on the couch and took his seat on the driver's side. By the time you two got to the lair it was really late and you were fast asleep. Donnie smiled at your sleeping form before picking you up and taking you to his room.

[hes-a-rainbow]

Simply Meant To Be (Part One)

A/N: I’ve always loved soulmate AU’s so I wrote a little something based on my interpretation. I’ll only continue this if it gets good feedback so remember to like and share!

word count: 2k warnings: small mention of panic attacks. 

Soulmates weren’t a new concept. Many people argued soulmates were as old as the universe itself. But that didn’t stop the tiny twinge of jealousy that twisted in Rue’s stomach as she opened up yet another wedding invitation. She stared back at the smiling couple, one of her friends from high school that had met their soulmate a few years back in college. Another photo zoomed in on their ring fingers. Their first initials scarred on both of their fingers indicating their eternal bond. 

She flipped over the invitation to fill out the rsvp and dinner selection she would be having in a few months time. She also marked an ‘X’ next to ‘not bringing a guest’. She sighed as the tiny ‘X’ seemingly mocked her loneliness.

It wasn’t that she didn’t believe in soulmates, they were a fact of life since the beginning of civilization. It was merely the loneliness she felt seeing everyone meeting their soulmate while she still remained alone. Her best friend, Madison, who had met her soulmate back in kindergarten and she was now six months pregnant with their second child. 

There was no real science to when, where, or how you would meet your soulmate, it was just supposed to happen. Fate would eventually intertwine the lives of two people who were simply meant to be. Rue was now nearing 26. She had been in love before, as many before her, but the looming fact that her significant others’ soulmate could show up at any time kept her from anything long term. 

There was always that terrible thought in the back of her head; the one she had since she was young and still kept her up at night. Growing up, the concept of soulmates were taught in schools. Children mocked each other on the school yard that they would be forever ‘unmarked’, a term coined for those who were destined to be alone. It was a rare phenomenon but it still happened nonetheless.

She took a look at her left hand adorned with rings except for on her ring finger. She remembers spending hours as a child staring and hoping the initial of her true love would show up. But all these years later, it remained as bare as the day she was born. She never thought of herself as a pessimist and she knew she was still young (her parents hadn’t met until they were in their mid thirties) but it still hurt as she watched from the sidelines as seemingly everyone else was matched up.

The loud ringing of her cell phone snapped her out of her thoughts. Her friend and close confidante, Caroline, was calling. She swiped her finger across her phone and cleared her throat, “What’s up?”

“Well hello to you too!” Caroline’s voice roared back to her. She hit the volume button down lower as she knew Caroline was a loud talker. “I’m on my way to Rory’s. My guitar string broke this morning and Talia got called in for a late shift. Do you wanna stop by with me and then get take out for dinner?” Caroline’s soulmate, Talia, was a highly wanted chef in Hell’s Kitchen who worked nights at one of the most prestigious restaurants in the entire city. 

She stared at the digital clock on her oven that indicated it was only 5:30. “Sure, I just got home so just let me change and I’ll meet you at Rory’s.” She tucked the phone between her ear and shoulder and wandered over to her bedroom to pull out a pair of jeans.

“No need. I’m walking up your stairs as we speak.” Like clockwork, she heard the sound of Caroline’s knuckles knocking at her front door. 

“Jesus Caroline, and what if I had said no?” She walked over to the door, unzipping her work pants. Caroline’s bright smile and bleached blonde hair greeted her. “You can’t say no to me!” Caroline looked down at her friends’ outfit. “Cute but can I recommend something less librarian?” Caroline placed her guitar case by the door as Rue rolled her eyes but held the door open. She sauntered back over to her dresser to continue changing out of her work clothes. Caroline sat on her bed and basically held an entire conversation by herself as Rue simply replied with oh, uh huh, and that’s crazy.

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Winter had come to the city fast, blanketing the city in a slick frost every morning. The two women walked side by side, bundled up in hats and scarves as they walked the two blocks from Rue’s apartment to Rory’s, an old music shop that also happened to be run by Rory, Rue’s upstairs neighbor and close friend. 

“And I know she’ll be upset if I spend so much money but she’s been talking about this knife set for months now.” Caroline rambled on about what she would be getting Talia for their upcoming anniversary. They weren’t married yet, or even engaged for that matter, but they had been together for nearly five years now and didn’t see the need to rush anything.

“I mean it is your five year. She can’t be too upset that you would want to splurge a little bit. But that’s also basically your whole paycheck. You’d basically be leaving it up to her to pick up that entire month’s rent.” Rue’s faded leather boots slapped the pavement as she hid her face further into the scarf wrapped around her neck, trying to warm up her freezing nose. It was almost completely dark out now which meant there was no sun to help ease off the cold.

“And what about that song you were working on? No amount of money spent could give Talia anything that personal and from the heart.” Caroline was an aspiring musician who worked full time as a coffee shop manager and played open mics on the weekends. Caroline hummed in response, her confidence slipping. “I’m just not sure if I like how it turned out…” She let her voice trail off and stared ahead as if in deep thought. 

“She’d love it no matter what. Anyone would.” Rue knocked her shoulder into her friends’. “I mean isn’t that like everybody’s dream? To have a song written about them?” 

“Yeah, I guess.” They both stopped at the old music store with the big ‘open’ sign in neon lights adorning the window.

“Ah fuck it’s cold out there.” Caroline announced as the warmth from the stores’ heater hit them. Rue untangled her scarf to hang loosely at her side. A loud bell indicated their arrival and they saw Rory’s head perk up from behind the register. 

“How much for an hour, ladies?” He called over to them and was met with not one, but two middle fingers from them both. Rory was only a few years older than them but had become especially close with Caroline because of their love of music. Rue worked as a receptionist at a law firm but worked a few shifts at the shop here and there when Rory needed extra help.

Caroline walked over to the counter and plopped her heavy guitar case on it. “String broke again.” She popped open the buckles on the side, lifting it up to reveal the old acoustic guitar she had been gifted as a teenager. The shine of the guitar had been long lost and was now replaced with a few dings and scratches but Caroline loved it no less than the day she got it.

“Damn Caroline. Really have to start being more careful with her.” Rory took the guitar out of it’s velvet bed by the neck and examined the broken string that hung lamely at the side. “This is the second time this month. What could you possibly be playing?”

“I’m trying to learn some flamenco techniques and it’s not going as well as I planned…” Rue wandered over to the wall that hung the electric guitars, zoning out the banter coming from her two friends.

She always admired the instrument but had absolutely no musical talent whatsoever. She loved how Rory kept all the guitars miraculously clean, there were never any fingerprints or smudges on them and she swear he went over every spot with a toothbrush to make sure. She reached for an acoustic guitar that was hanging lower than the more expensive ones.

“You break it, you buy it!” Rory called over to her as he always did. She huffed in response and propped her knee up on a low shelf that held a variety of guitar straps. She didn’t know how to play nor did she know any songs but she loved the sounds the strings made when plucked. She would find herself mesmerized when she watched Caroline play the guitar so effortlessly. Rue even thought back to when she was a child and took a few piano lessons here and there but could never get the hang of it.

As she stood under the guitars and heard Caroline and Rory bickering about which string would be the best replacement (of course his recommendation was also the most expensive brand he sold), the bell by the front door rung to indicate a new customer. Rue didn’t bother looking over as she played some random notes in an attempt to put something together but only to be met by a terrible ‘plunk’. She decided to put the guitar back before embarrassing herself even further in front of her very talented friends.

She was about to place the head of the guitar back on the hook it hung from when she felt an intense pain in her chest. The hand not holding the guitar went right to the center of her chest as a warmth ran over her body. Her ears started to ring and she teetered in her place before placing the guitar down on the floor, not wanting to damage it if she fell.

“Rue?” She heard her name coming from behind her but her eyes filled with stars. She opened and closed them as the pain in her chest increased, causing her to fall to the floor on her knees. She could hear frantic chatter coming from the counter but her only focus was calming her breathing. She had suffered from panic attacks before but the intense pain in her chest was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She heard footsteps running towards her as she released a groan from deep in her throat.

“Rue! What’s going on? Are you okay?” Caroline slumped to the floor next to her and put an arm around her shoulder. Rue’s vision was blurry and she blinked fast as her eyes started to water. A bang and a deep groan went through the store somewhere behind her. “Holy shit!” A stranger's voice yelled, “Harry, man, are you alright?” 

Suddenly, the pain Rue felt in her chest shot down her left arm. She felt as if she were dying. It was as if her skin was being cut from the inside out while also spontaneously being burned. “Rue! Rue!” She could hear Caroline calling her name but it came through as muffled though her ringing ears. She looked up to see a group of men standing by the counter. Rory was speaking frantically on his cell phone and she could see two men crowded around another who sat in the same position on the floor as she did. The brunette on the floor looked up and their eyes met. The overwhelming pain stopped suddenly as she stared at him. Pictures flashed in her mind of her and this man, someone who was a stranger to her but also oddly familiar. She saw his smile and heard her own laugh. She saw tears stream down his face and her own fingers wiping them away. 

What is this? She thought in her head. 

You know what this is. Her conscious replied.

Caroline’s face came back to her line of sight, “Hey Rue, look at me. It’s okay. You’re gonna be fine.” She held Rue’s face in her hands. Rue’s hands came up to clasp her friends’ wrist, her breathing rapid as her heart beat finally started to slow back to a normal pace. Her left hand still stung. More specifically, her left ring finger.

She pulled away from her friend quickly to examine the new mark that now adorned her skin. 

“Holy shit.” Rue rubbed at the mark with her other hand to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. But with every swipe, the letter remained. “Holy shit!” Rue heard Caroline agree as she looked down at Rue’s hand, but Caroline’s voice was filled with less fear and more glee than Rue’s.

There, on her left ring finger, still swollen and red was the letter H.

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A/N: This is just an idea I have that I may or may not continue based on the feedback. I know Harry was literally just a mention in this part but I would obviously include him much more going forward. Let me know if you’re interested in what happens next and please like and share!

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Part Two

[seijorhi]

hello, i love your writing and was hoping if u could write a yandere kuroo x reader where he corners her in a corner and kenma is there and is getting off from it 😳 thank u !

Asdfghjkl this was supposed to be posted on Sunday I’m sorry, bby!! I hope it’s worth the wait! 💕 also, loved this request so thanks for sending it in 😊

Kuroo Tetsuro x Female Reader, Kenma Kozume x Female Reader

TW dub con, coercion (kinda?), stalking, humiliation

Helping Hand

There’s a certain peace you find in the looming stacks of the library after the sun sets. It’s quieter then, less people milling about. You don’t have to fight for space or books, and considering you have midterms soon and essays coming out of your ears, that makes it the perfect study environment.

It’s only a little after eight, the library’s still open for another two and a half hours, but on the fourth floor it’s almost a ghost town - just how you like it. There’s a professor tucked away in the back corner, piles of books built up around him, an older librarian with her trolley, slowly re-shelving books, and two other guys around your age sitting huddled at a table a few down from yours - the textbooks and highlights spread across their desk having been long since abandoned in favour of literally anything else.

Honestly, you’d wonder why they’d bother coming to the library at all if it wasn’t an almost daily occurrence. Most days you were there, so were they - usually together, although it wasn’t uncommon to see just one of them camped out between the stacks as you made your way to your desk. The duo, one tall and lean with a shock of messy dark hair that always looked like he’d just rolled out of bed, and the other smaller, more reserved, with bleached hair and dark roots in serious need of a touch up, seemed to prefer this time to study too - not that they ever seemed to actually do all that much studying.

Usually the blonde ends up absorbed in his switch while the other casually thumbs through whichever book is closest.

So long as they were quiet and didn’t disturb you, who were you to judge?

You don’t really remember when they’d started to appear, only that they’d quickly become a fixture in your refuge - distantly familiar presences like strangers travelling on the same bus to work each day. They smile (well, the dark haired one does) and nod whenever you happen to look up from your notes and catch their eye, and while you’ve only spoken a handful of words to the both of them, they always seemed nice. 

Nicer than the clearly overworked professor muttering away in the corner at any rate, which makes them the logical choice to approach when you find your bladder uncomfortably full halfway through your self imposed study session. Realistically, you know at this time of the night nobody else is likely to make their way up to the fourth floor, much less have any interest in your shitty, old laptop or the five whole dollars in your wallet - yet you find you making your way over to the twosome’s table anyway, a faint blush dusting across your cheeks.

“… don’t want to,” you overhear the blonde mutter, his attention wholly focused upon the game in his hands. “Things are fine, why change that?”

His friend sighs, “Because you can deny it all you want, but I know you better than that. I know I’m not the only one who wants more. You can’t just sit back and…” he trails off suddenly, hazel eyes flickering over to you in surprise. 

Confused by his friend’s sudden silence, the blonde lowers his game and glances up - only to still at the sight of you.

You swallow down your nerves, plastering what you hope is a friendly enough smile across your face, “Hi, uh… sorry to interrupt you guys, but would you mind watching my stuff for a few minutes while I go to the bathroom? I won’t be long or anything, I just don’t like leaving my stuff out in the open,” you say with a sheepish laugh, well aware that you’re rambling like an idiot. 

It’s the dark haired one who answers, a wide grin breaking across his face as he nods, “Yeah, no worries. We’d be glad to.”

You smile back, ignoring the faint fluttering in your stomach (he does look kind of cute grinning like that), thanking him again before rushing away in the direction of the bathroom.

It doesn’t take long for your thoughts to drift away from the duo back to the essay you’re mid-way through drafting. You have a sinking feeling that the argument you’re trying to use in the fourth paragraph is essentially a just rehash of the point you made in the first. By the time you unlock the stall door and make your way over to the sink to wash your hands, you’re starting to debate the merits of scrapping the whole thing and starting fresh with new ideas.

You still technically have time, it’s not due until the end of the month, but you just kind of want it done so you don’t have to think about it anymore. Then again, that’s kind of your feelings towards the semester as a whole. 

Who are you kidding? University’s kicking your ass this year.

The ancient hand dryer’s almost deafening as it clicks on - it masks the sound door swinging open and the footsteps that echo out from the tile floors.

It’s only when your eyes flicker up to mirror that you see that you’re no longer alone-

Standing right behind you is the guy from before; the tall, dark haired one. 

- and jerk in surprise, stumbling backwards with a choked yelp.

It doesn’t hit you right away - no, that’s relief that has you drawing a hand over your chest and letting out a shaking laugh. “You scared the hell out of me!” you say, bracing yourself over the sink to try and calm your breathing.

No, it doesn’t hit you quickly. Realisation is slow - creeping through your veins like ice as your eyes flicker back up the mirror. 

He hasn’t moved. 

He’s smiling, grinning really, but there’s something… something off about it. It doesn’t quite meet his eyes… Why isn’t he saying anything?

W-why isn’t he moving away?

Your heart, still hammering from his shock of his sudden appearance, squeezes uncomfortably and your eyes slowly widen.

“Wh-”

A rough, calloused palm slaps across your mouth, smothering whatever words you’d been about to speak. “Ah, ah. Gotta keep it down, sweetheart.”

He winks at you in the mirror, taking a tiny step towards you and you squeak, breathing in sharp, shallow pants through your nose as a warm, muscled chest presses against your back. “You’re a nervous little thing, aren’tcha?” he chuckles. “Relax a little - promise I don’t bite.”

With one hand wrapped around your lips the other creeping across your waist, his words don’t exactly bring you a lot of comfort. 

It makes no difference either way - you’re paralysed, shaking and trembling, but utterly unable to move as he noses at the column of your throat, his warm breath tickling your skin.

You could scream, but there’s no guarantee anybody would hear you. You could try and fight him off, but he’s taller than you, and you’re willing to bet stronger as well.

Will he hurt you if you try and resist?

Is he gonna hurt you anyway?

You’ve heard the stories before about men who follow women into empty bathrooms and the awful things they do, but you never...

Those things don’t happen in places like this. The library is supposed to be safe, he- he’s been-

Your stomach drops.

Weeks. 

He’s been visiting the library with his friend, sitting across from you for weeks.

His eyes bore into your reflection in the mirror like he can hear every terrified thought that passes through your head, and with excruciating slowness you’re forced to watch as his lips brush a kiss against your cheek, lingering and sweet - a mockery of tenderness. 

A scared little whimper is all you can manage, and even that is swallowed up by the sound of the bathroom door squeaking open once more. 

Your heart skips a beat, eyes widening.

A faint burst of hope flickers to life.

You might not be a fighter, but this might be the only chance you have. You shriek again, the sound woefully muffled, and writhe against your captor’s tightening grip as slow footsteps round the corner.

Please, you think as tears stream silently down your face. Please help me.

What little hope you have is quickly - brutally - extinguished as your would be saviour steps into view.

Your legs shake and you’re almost positive that if it wasn’t for the strong arms wrapped around you, you would have crumpled to the floor.

It’s his friend, the blonde, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, watching the scene before him - you struggling against an iron grip, gagged and terrified - like it’s nothing out of the ordinary. 

Your captor chuckles, relaxing his grip as his hand drifts upwards to palm at your breast and you want to die. “Glad you finally decided to grace us with your presence.”

“Shut up, Kuroo,” the blonde groans as he makes his way over, but he barely glances at his friend before his catlike eyes come to rest on you.

Your cheeks are burning, a potent mix of shame, nausea and dread churning in your stomach as you’re crudely felt up, but under the blonde’s attention you freeze.

While his face is a blank mask of apathetic disinterest, those golden irises are piercing in their intensity as they study you.

The glint in his eyes is as unmistakable as it is stark; anticipation - like a house cat watching a golden canary flit restlessly in its cage.

The hiccuping sob comes unbidden, choking at your throat as you wail against the palm at your lips. You’ve never wanted to disappear so badly in your entire life, to slap yourself awake and realise that it’s nothing but a stress induced nightmare because this can’t be happening.

Why you?

What could you possibly have done to deserve this?

“Relax,” Kuroo repeats, leaning down over you again, “we’re not gonna hurt you. Just wanna have some fun, that’s all.” You think he’s going to try and kiss you again, but instead his tongue darts out and he licks at the silvery tear tracks, groaning softly.

You shoot the quiet blonde a desperate, pleading look. He hasn’t lifted a finger to stop what’s happening, hasn’t done anything other than stare at you, but even as his lips twitch into the faintest hint of a smile you hold out on the shadow of a prayer that maybe, just maybe-

Kuroo follows your wide, panicked gaze and almost snorts. “You’re barking up the wrong tree there, baby. Kenma’s not gonna help you. He wants this just as badly as I do.” His thumb slides across your cheek, brushing away more tears, “C’mon, on your knees.”

He doesn’t give you a choice - the hand on your shoulder forces your shaking knees to buckle and you fall down to the bathroom floor.

The tiles are cold against your bare legs, but the shivers that wrack through you have little to do with the temperature. It’s far too late to regret the short skirt you’d thrown on that morning.

Kuroo hums appreciatively, lifting his palm to tap it a few times against your cheek like you’re an adorable little puppy who’s just learned its first trick, “It’s a good look for you, baby, but I think it’d be even better without this-” his fingers tug at the collar of your top and his grin widens, “- in the way.” 

Yet he makes no move to take it off for you. One look into his eyes, the glittering amusement darkened with lewd desire and you know that he won’t.

He wants you to do it, to play along in their fun - to be an active participant in your own humiliation.

And really, what other choice do you have?

It’s impossible to ignore the bulge straining against his jeans as your trembling fingers grip the hem of your top and reluctantly yank it upwards. There’s a sharp inhale - Kuroo you think - and a whistle as it comes off, baring your lacy bra and the soft skin underneath to their hungry gazes. 

Only for a moment. 

Staring resolutely at the floor you’re quick to try and cover what little modesty you have left, bringing your arms up to wrap around your chest-

Except a hand catches at your wrist and tugs it back, and when you glance up you find it’s Kenma’s. 

“… Don’t,” he murmurs. “I want to see you.”

You let your arms drop, hands clenching into shaking fists in your lap, fingernails biting into your palm.

The sound of a zipper being pulled undone is almost deafening in the quiet bathroom. Fresh tears sting at your eyes, but you can’t bear to look at either of them as Kuroo reaches inside his pants and frees his cock.

The hand that cups your cheek is surprisingly gentle as he coaxes your face back towards him and the achingly hard member in his grip. “See Kenma, I told you - change ain’t always a bad thing.”

His dark eyes flicker back to you and he grins, “Open up, sweetheart.”