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starillusion13 · 2 months

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Hi!!! can I request a poly pirate ateez x reader fic? they chose another girl over her and betray her but they regret and chase her back but the reader doesn’t forgive so easily

Pirate’s Heart

Pairing: Ateez! ot8 x fem! reader

• Genre: Angst, Pirate, Mature

• Warnings: crying, misunderstanding, betrayal, choosing someone else, trusting a stranger, false accusations, lies [plz tell me if I have missed something] also oc doesn't forgive easily coz they chose someone else. Come on bfr, I’m searching for you girl.

• W.C: 5k (it’s not how I thought it to be)

Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated. I tried to put more emotions into it but still I know it’s not how I wanted. I don’t know what to add more into this.

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Eight men laughing all around the room and a girl sulking in the corner, sitting on a wooden stool beside the youngest man among them. he pats her back and trying to hold back his laughter.

“Mina…it’s okay.”

“No! you all betrayed me yesterday and I was alone roaming around the market.”

Jongho looks over at the captain who is grinning widely across from the old wooden table when he spoke up, “we were just busy with some things of ours.”

“Things?” she whines, “you all were trying to find her. Why? She can find her way back to the ship.”

You hiss to her words and mentally scoff from outside the room. But the surprising fact is that. They followed you? You don’t think that something about you even matter to them. Maybe, they don’t care if you had been attacked by their enemy. They were only following you to keep an eye, if you are not betraying behind their back.

“and you could have flirted more.” You mutter under your breath.

You hear captain’s voice and your feet scoot closer towards the dark wooden door. Tears pooling in your eyes. When was the last time he laughed with you? Or any of them spent a little time with you?

“That’s not true. You are familiar to this place but she has never been to here.” The captain stated and Seonghwa nods slowly which made her scowl.

I shouldn’t have ever stepped to this place. Your life has become upside-down after stepping a foot on this land and then suddenly Mina stumbling in your way. You still hate this from last year when she snatched your lovers.

“still…” she whines and you cringe at her tone. Yunho got up and cups her cheek, “next time, we will go to the market with you. Promise.” He brings a grape to her lips and she happily eat it. They all cooed and laughed at her cuteness.

Their laughs pierced your heart which made the tears flow down your cheeks and so you ran away from the door---behind which lies a lot of secrets.

It sounds like you're feeling hurt or disappointed because someone you liked chose someone else over you. This is really tough to deal with. It's important to remember that everyone has their own preferences and reasons for making choices, and it doesn't necessarily reflect on your worth as a person but it's not caused by some certain person.

It's about your lovers. The eight pirates who once vowed to give you a family, the love you deserve and pledged their loyalty towards you.

But now, it’s all gone.

They have turned their back to you, never glancing at the most treasured gem of theirs---their heart.

Their Y/n.

Their only Aurora.

>>>> <<<<

In the azure expanse of the Sea, where the sun dancing upon the waves like golden fire and the salty breeze whispering secrets of the deep, there you stood upon the deck of the ship. The locks swaying with the light wind and your eyes closed, facing towards the sun.

Once where existed—a tale of love. Now, it’s all about betrayal and redemption, woven amidst the tumultuous seas and treacherous shores.

In the heart of the sea, you have always dreamed of adventure beyond the horizon, of a life filled with excitement and romance. Even if you stood in front of the danger, you had a smile adorning your face with the strong belief that you have the most powerful and fearful pirates of the sea with you and nothing can ever put you nine down.

But all the hopes are gone now.

Little did you know in your childhood that your destiny would intertwine with that of eight notorious pirates whose names echoed through the taverns and harbors of the sea --- The Ateez.

Led by their enigmatic captain, Kim Hongjoong was feared and revered in equal measure, their ship, the Blue Bird, striking fear into the hearts of merchants and sailors alike.

But beneath their fearsome exterior lay hearts yearning for something more—a love that transcended the boundaries of the sea. Your love.

It was on a moonlit night, with the stars twinkling like diamonds in the sky, when your path first crossed with that of the Ateez. As you walked along the deserted shores of Halazia, your thoughts lost in the gentle rhythm of the waves, you stumbled upon a sight that would change your life forever.

There, stranded upon the sands, lay a man---a pirate surrounded by seven other figures, his clothes torn and his face etched with pain. Without hesitation, you rushed to his side, heart racing with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

To your surprise, the man stirred, his eyes flickering open to reveal a gaze as deep and mysterious as the ocean itself. It was none other than Captain Hongjoong, his aura of danger and intrigue drawing you like a moth to a flame.

“People fear me a lot but I don’t want you to fear me. I’m not scared to lose anything but you.”

In that moment, amidst the crashing waves and the swirling mist, a connection sparked between you both—a connection that defied reason and logic, binding your fates together in ways you could never have imagined. His sea brothers, whom he gathered and grew up together with from the beginning pledged their loyalty to you.

As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, you found yourself drawn deeper into the world of the pirate Ateez, your bond with Captain and the crew growing stronger with each passing day. Seonghwa, the Quatermaster was always the one to accompany you whenever the captain was not around and the bonding grew into more intimate. His soft and comforting smile with the warmth of his skin against yours was enough for you to feel at home.

“love, we will always run to each other if we feel threatened. Your love is the strongest weapon to me.” He said and smiled down at you in his arms.

The cook who was also the head Rigger, Wooyoung was the playful menace of the crew and even though, you felt scared by others, he would be the one to grab your hand and run away to the vast fields or cuddling with each other on top, the crowsnest. Sometimes, the surgeon of the ship, Yeosang would also tag along with you both.

“I never had more fun spending time here but with you, I don’t want this to end any day.” You smiled towards the Rigger and nodded.

The surgeon planted his feet on the wood and left the rope’s grip, “I should agree too. Nothing can cure me more than your love, Y/n.”

You feared the first mate and the pilot, Yunho. His intimidating stare and the fire glinting in his eyes with a flick of curiosity to know if you were a stowaway on the ship made him distant with you but once when you risked your life for his. He became determined since that day that he would be the one in charge for your safety.

“I can risk everything to save you, pearl. You are the precious gem to me.” he cups your cheek before placing a kiss on your lips.

Mingi, the gunner was always the one to approach you with a welcoming aura but the weapons with him scared you at first. Eventually, when you spent nights with him, sharing deepest secrets, he knew your heart has been kept safe with him.

“you made me feel emotions which I didn’t know I could ever feel. Thank you, y/n.”

Jongho, the sailing master. You have watched him from afar while spending time with others but never once tried to approach him because of his cold appearance. You doubted his personality whenever you had caught a glimpse of his gummy smile. Once, when he was directing the other mates on the ship, you found out that Yeosang was also the navigator of the cabin crew. Yunho would always be with these two to ensure the perfect course of the journey.

“Jongho…you must be tired.” Your concerned voice made him smile towards you.

“never. I can’t ever be tired when I’m with you. You are my greatest strength.”

In the end, San, the striker and helmsman was the one who gave you the warmth in the ocean of coldness. His piercing eyes following each and every movement of yours around the ship was enough to feel you under watch. He was always hiding behind the darkness but one day when you risked your life for them, he stood under the spotlight to kill every individual who pointed their swords at you, even a single finger.

“even if I look back for once, I would look back at you before killing everyone who dared to point a finger.” He hugged you tighter.

He was the last one to fall in love with you but first one to accuse you. The days can’t be always be smooth and peaceful, just like the waves in the sea bed. Once, its silent then in the next moment it would be a roaring storm thrashing around.

Similarly, lurking in the shadows of your burgeoning romance was a darkness that threatened to tear you apart—a darkness in the form of another woman.

Driven by jealousy and vengeance, Mina vowed to destroy everything the Ateez held dear, starting with their heart--- you. And so, with her wiles and charms, she ensnared the affections of the eight pirates who had once pledged their love and loyalty to you.

One by one, they fell under her spell, their emotions wavering in the face of Mina's deceit. And though you fought with all her strength to reclaim their love, your efforts were in vain, for the pirates had chosen someone else—a betrayal that cut deeper than any sword.

>>>> <<<<

But, one fateful day, as you stood upon the deck of the pirate ship bound for distant lands, a familiar sight caught your eye—a merchant’s ship, its sails billowing in the wind, its bow cutting through the waves like a knife through butter.

“y/n…what are you doing?”

His voice made you flinch but still your attention on the merchant ship in distance didn’t waver. You gripped the railing tightly to fight back the weakness in front of him. his heavy boots hit against the wooden plank and the creaking sounds made shiver run down your skin.

When was the last time he called your name?

“I don’t know where she is. Go ask others.” Your reply was cold and he nodded to himself before stepping closer. As the two ships drew closer, your eyes followed the waves when you suddenly turned around and glared, “stop right there.”

He stopped in his track.

You felt a surge of emotions coursing through your veins—fear, anger, longing. But above all else, there was hope—a glimmer of hope that perhaps, just perhaps, the tides of fate had finally turned in your favour.

No one has ever dared to command anything to the captain except Seonghwa. Maybe you as well. As if by some twist of fate, today Captain has appeared before you, his gaze meeting yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. You stood on your spot strong, with the fire in your eyes towards him.

"Y/n" he said, his voice a low rumble that echoed in the depths of your soul. "I am asking about you not her."

For a moment, you were speechless, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggled to comprehend the magnitude of what was happening. Could it be true? Could he still harbor feelings for you after all this time?

“because you can’t find her anywhere and thinking it’s something has to do with me.” your emotionless tone was pinching his skin. He licked his lips, staring at you with a hope to listen your sweet words. Your eyes wandered around and you felt odd. No one was in the sight and the ship was undoubtedly quiet. But when your eyes landed on the round stairs from the master cabin, you saw other seven figures descending down towards the plank where you stood with the captain.

Before you could formulate a response, Hongjoong took your hand in his, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. "I know I have wronged you, y/n" he said, his eyes brimming with sincerity.

Why is he suddenly saying all these?

You snatched your hand from his grip and glared, the same look you sent towards the others when they approached near, “Why are you all here?” you again looked around, you leaned forward towards the railing to peek below, “where are the men and other workers? What’s going on?”

Seonghwa stood closer than others, “we sent them to collect all our necessary items for the journey.”

“Journey?”

“tomorrow before the dawn, we are leaving for Utopia.”

“and where is she?”

This time Wooyoung spoke up, “that’s something about which we are here to talk with you.”

“I don’t know anything about her.”

Even if you wanted to look strong yet you felt so weak under their heavy gazes. All their stares after so many months feeling so unfamiliar and strange. The last time when you had all their gazes on you was when you pointed Mina’s reason to be with you and they accused you of jealousy. They referred you as a child wanting to have their attention, being selfish with others. They said that you don’t have a little feeling towards a girl who seems like a sister.

More like an evil sister, who was there to ruin your family.

“of course you don’t know, y/n.” Wooyoung said softly but you scoffed, “then?”

“We did wrong for not believing you.” Seonghwa’s voice was soft, just a pitch higher than the whisper.

“why? She didn’t agree to sleep with you all?” you smirked, throwing a dirty look towards them.

“Y/n!” Hongjoong’s stern voice made you flinch. His clenched jaw and tight fist, the anger building inside him at your words. But you continued to fuel the fire of anger.

“do you want me to convince her for this? Just to let you know, I can’t.”

“what are you saying? Why are you thinking of us like this?” Yunho asked you but deep down, he asked it to himself as well. He knew the reasons very well. He knew you were hurt for their deeds but he thought you will understand their ends.

“really? You are asking me this. So what else do you want me to think? That tomorrow morning, when we will be in the bed of the sea and with the best opportunity, you will throw me into the waters.”

“What are you saying?” Yeosang’s low voice made you glance at him and his orbs searched for a little softness in you. The scene unfolding in front of him was so unusual. Basically, pirates should be the ones with emotionless and rough appearance but here they were asking helplessly from a mere girl.

Mere? No.

From their love. Their heart.

“where is she?” you asked again.

“in the brig.” You raised your brow at Hongjoong’s words. Why is she there? What did she do? Or are they here to take you to lock you up there? goosebumps appeared on your skin but it was hidden under the sleeves of the shirt. Your mind racing with the thought that now how has she accused you guilty this time that they all are here to escort you to the brig.

“I-I haven’t done a-anything.” Your voice broke and you turned around to face the sea.

Whenever you felt suffocated, your feet move on its own to stand at the edge of the quarter deck and inhale the scent of freedom. The village life was so harsh to you and after these pirates took you in with them for the long journey, you felt as if you have started a new life. A new dream with a new life beyond the horizon but last year, they turned their back at you. Leaving you behind all alone.

Seonghwa hugged your shaking body from behind, “hsshh love why are you scared?”

He made himself turned around with you in his hold, making you face them. You looked down to hide the falling tears of fear.

“what happened?” Hongjoong held your chin up to stare in your eyes. Your scared pupils reflecting the hurt and loneliness.

“I will serve you well, masters. But please don’t take me to the brig. I have no where else to go but please don’t end my life.” You wiggled under the oldest one’s hold but he held you tighter. He knew very well that if he lets you go, you would probably run away and won’t talk to them.

“Masters?” San was confused with your tone like others and the way you were addressing them. “why are you calling us this? And we are not taking you anywhere. We are here to…apologize.”

Your raging yet scared eyes stared at him, “apologize? For what? You have already given up on me. you all left me alone for…. For that girl. Calling me selfish because I wanted my lovers away from an outsider. Blaming me for every little mishap caused to her. Trusting the false accusations against me.”

You again tried to break free when he gripped your arms tighter, “stay still. You are not going anywhere unless we are done speaking with each other.”

“I don’t want to talk with you all.” But deep down you want to talk to them. Shout at them. You want to look at them longer, feel the warmth in their embrace. You want to feel their love for you again. If there’s still any feelings left for you.

“y/n…we didn’t give up on you for her.” Jongho spoke up and looked over his brothers. He realized how they have messed up the relationship for these past months because the new girl really lured them into trusting the lies but in the end, Yeosang really found out her real intentions behind all this.

“Yeosang found out that she befriended us to destroy us.” Mingi said and nodded along with Yeosang. The surgeon sat on the wooden drum and leaned forward, “she lied to us that she stays alone here. She has been sent from our enemy.”

“but still you all trusted her once. You all believed when she said I’m related to the captain Chan. You all even kept watch on me to see if I’m betraying you all.” You hissed and stepped forward when you felt the grip loosened around you. You glared back at him and walked towards the stool beside the boxes and sat on it. Wooyoung was standing closer to you.

Tears fell from his eyes when he saw your figure tired and lonely. They really kept themselves so busy to even take a little look at you in all these months.

“we are really sorry for that, y/n.” Hongjoong apologized and glanced at others.

“speak for yourself.” You rubbed your eyes and wiped the tears from the cheek, “I don’t think each of you is feeling the same.”

“No, it’s true. We are really sorry.” Seonghwa supported the captain’s words. Wooyoung slide down against the boxes and leaned back, “we shouldn’t have doubted you.”

Yunho folded his hands in front. Standing in front of you, looking the perfect pilot of the ship but somewhere a sense of betray reflecting from him. He shook his head, “I don’t know how we trusted her everything and didn’t believe you. I’m really sorry.”

“I know you are hurt, y/n. but please forgive us.” Yeosang stood beside Wooyoung and both of them eagerly waiting for your response.

“You all made me feel like a stowaway in my---your ship. I felt like an enemy lurking around you. You all were spending so much time with her. Your gazes were filled with love and admiration while looking at her but whenever your eyes fell on me, there was visible fire of hatred. It hurt me. I felt like to run away far from you. But I didn’t know where to.”

“This is also your ship. You are the aurora in the night sky for our journey.” San stated and smiled but it quickly disappeared when he saw your teary eyes looking back at him.

Mingi placed his elbow on top of a drum and leaned to his side, “you aren’t a stowaway. You are a part of the family. You are more than that. You are our heart, y/n.”

“didn’t you feel your heart ache while believing a liar and laughing with her despite my presence just near you?” you shot an angry look towards him.

Jongho stepped forward and stood beside the captain, “we are really guilty. Please give us a chance to prove that our love has not wavered.”

You bitterly chuckled, “Love?……pirate’s only love is their desire to sail free all around the sea with their conquered treasure.”

“And, you are our treasure, and our only desire is to be with you.” Wooyoung said it loudly, earning everyone’s attention on him. he flinched when he saw your intense gaze on him. He wanted to hold your hand run to the crows-nest and hug you tightly, promising everything to protect you and to never betray you.

“Where do you go every afternoon for these last few months?” Yunho’s question perked everyone’s ear, even yours. He noticed? Their curious gazes on you made you shift in your place.

“You don’t have to know about it.”

“y/n…please do let us know if you are in any danger.” Jongho asked you politely. You shook your head and looked to your side, avoiding their eyes. You didn’t notice when San came in front and kneeling. “Please, tell me.”

You casted a glance at him then to others before looking at your hands, “I was planning to run away with a help of a friend.”

“Run away with a friend?”

“His name is Ten. You all were busy ignoring me all these months…almost a year. He is a sailor and we met at a fortune teller shop. He offered me a helping hand to have a life on my own.”

San was shocked, “you trusted him?”

You nodded, “like you all trusted her. I have heard from others and they all were praising him. He is a good person. He listened to my stories every day, he showed me around the place, laughed with me, taught me new things……he spent time with me.” you paused and nodded to yourself before continuing, “maybe I’m selfish…I’m selfish because I want you all to myself. I felt jealous seeing you with her. Or maybe I should have open myself to others, should let myself to make more friends so that even if you think of leaving me one day. I should not feel hopeless but can continue my life ahead. Not beyond the horizon but beyond those mountains and low valleys.”

“Y/n…don’t leave us like this.” Wooyoung scooted towards you and the captain and quartermaster stepped closer, followed by others. They were surrounding you and you were sitting like a helpless one under their shadows.

“and why? How can I trust that you all will not accuse me of betraying again?”

Hongjoong glance at Seonghwa before stating, “if you leave us then we will be scattered, y/n.”

“and what about me? you all already made my feelings shattered when you all chose her over me because she proved me as a liar with some fake evidence. You all broke your own rules.”

Don’t trust a lie and never betray your family. --- their only rule.

Yeosang shook his head, “no, y/n. it won’t happen again.” Mingi nodded when agreeing with him. the scenario can’t be ever believed that the notorious group of pirates are helplessly asking forgiveness to you.

Before Yunho could speak whatever he was going to, you spoke up making him shut, “I really loved you all. When I promised not to betray you, I meant it. Even if you kill me someday, I will still have a belief that you are the only family I ever got in my life.”

“Y/n…”San whispered your name not to show his weak voice.

“Are you not leaving us, right?” Mingi asked you when you stood up.

“I don’t know but I’m going to meet him now.” You placed your fingers over the belt to feel the knife well hidden underneath it. Hongjoong held your elbow stopping you from walking further, “you are not going anywhere.”

“And you are no one to tell me anything.” You jerked off his hand.

Yunho blocked your way when you turned towards the gangway. You shot him a glare but he returned the similar gaze directed to your soul, “don’t be stubborn. We are leaving tomorrow and don’t go anywhere today. We have to deal with Mina---”

“don’t say her name in-front of me!” you grabbed his coat and clenched your jaw. His hand moved up to cup your cheek but you swatted it away. “don’t touch me.” you pushed him aside. They watched how you stumbled a little while walking down the gangway and jumped to the shore from the last step. Seonghwa signalled something towards San and the latter nodded before following behind you.

And in that moment, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars began to twinkle overhead, they knew that you had a choice to make—a choice between holding onto the pain of the betrayal or embracing the promise of a future filled with love and redemption.

You stopped in your track before entering the market, heart soaring with the knowledge that true love conquers all—even the darkest depths of the sea. And your true love really pulled them towards you again.

For in the end, it is not the storms or the tempests that define their journey, but rather the unwavering belief that no matter how far they may drift apart, they will always find their way back to each other, guided by the light of love that burns eternal in the darkness. And so, as the waves carry them toward new horizons and unknown shores, embark on a voyage of discovery—one filled with adventure, passion, and the promise of a love that will endure for all eternity.

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puppy-steve · 4 months

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steddie ☆ G ☆ wc: 682 ☆ cw: teen dads

a little snippet from my teen dads au: tiny hands, little feet

The bell on the counter dings. Steve tilts his head back with a sigh and gives Robin a sidelong look across the table.

"Nope," she says, flipping through the only magazine they have in the place. They can probably recite the whole issue from memory by now. "I got the last three people. Go work your Harrington charm so I can add another 'you suck' tally."

The bell dings again and Steve groans, kicking Robin's foot as he rounds the table and opens the door leading behind the counter.

The lobby is empty. Great, they're getting ding-dong-ditch'd now. Fan-fucking-tastic.

He rolls his eyes and is about to snatch the bell off the counter and hide it when a tiny hand reaches up and taps it again. Steve holds back a snort, because he knows that tiny hand.

He steps up to the counter and sure enough, there stands a toddler with wild chestnut curls pulled into little pigtails, wearing a pink My Little Pony t-shirt and bright blue shorts.

Steve glances around the lobby and doesn't see anybody else in sight, which means...

He puts on his best customer service voice and gives the girl a smile. "Ahoy there, little lady. How'd you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with with me?"

Of course, she doesn't completely understand any of that. She just blinks up at him and points at the pictures of ice cream.

"St'awb'y, p'ease."

Steve nods. "A wise choice, m'lady." He slides the cooler open and gives his scoop a twirl, making her giggle.

The door opens and Robin slowly peeks her head out, looking flabbergasted. "Who in the world are you talking to? Why are you talking like that?"

"Careful, Buckley," Steve nods towards the child. "There's a princess in our midst. Wouldn't want her to throw you in the dungeon for disrespect."

Robin looks at the tiny child who is watching Steve with rapt attention.

"I think she's more interested in the ice cream, actually."

Steve gasps as he puts a couple scoops into a small bowl. "Hearsay, Buckley. She'll have your head for that." He takes the bowl around the counter and kneels on one knee as if he's a knight, presenting it to her with a bowed head. "The finest strawberry ice cream in all the land, your highness."

She claps her hands and her shoes light up as she stomps her feet. "St'aw'by! T'ank, Da'y!"

Robin's eyes widen and her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. "Daddy?"

"Sailor!"

Eddie Munson comes sliding into the lobby, his shoes squeaking on the waxed floor. He catches himself before he face plants and gasps like he's ran here from the other side of the mall.

"Sailor, honey, you can't run off like that!" he says around gulps of air. "About gave me a heart attack."

Steve picks the child up and scrunches his nose. "I think it might be time to give those backpack leashes a try," he tells him. "She's getting too curious for her own good."

"Wayne said I did the same thing at her age. Said it used to drive my mama crazy, trying to keep track of me." Sailor's chin is sticky with ice cream and Eddie wipes some of it off with his thumb. "You're taking after your old man a little too much, bug."

Sailor holds out her spoon. "Da'y try?"

Eddie can only huff a laugh and shake his head fondly. "Thank you, baby." He leans forward to take a bite of the offered ice cream and then turns to Steve to give him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, I swear I had a hold on her. She saw the Scoops sign and then took off before I could catch her."

Steve sighs. "It looks like we're gonna have a little Road Runner on our hands."

"She definitely takes after you in that department, sweetheart," Eddie grins.

A throat clearing interrupts them and they both look at where Robin has been silently watching the three of them.

"Someone care to fill me in on all of this?"

more snippets from this au

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#cj talks #steve will always be silly for his kids in every universe #cj's wips #cj writes #tiny hands little feet #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie dads

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gerryrigged · 1 year

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dick&tim, jaytim - the favorite

sort of sideways to my dicktim jaytim 'the girls are fightinggg' post, but -

look even in a world where DickTim genuinely isn't a thing it would be so funny for Dick to get increasingly perturbed watching JayTim get closer. He doesn't even clock that they're flirting - he pays a bunch of lip service to appreciating Tim's efforts to bring Jason closer to the family, but in private he corners Tim like,

"So you and Jason are getting along really well huh? Spending a lot of time together. Hanging out. Buddying it up, you might say."

And Tim's a lil nervous because he thinks Dick knows they're fucking and he's 100% sure that Dick is going to be a nightmare about it, so he's like, "Uh, yeah, we've been working on some cases. It's going pretty well… He's not so bad, really."

And Dick just puts his hands on Tim's shoulders gravely like, "Just be honest with me, Timmy."

Tim gulps.

Dick's hands tighten, and his eyebrows crease in distress.

"Am I neglecting you as your big brother? Are you shopping for a new favorite? I can do better, I swear - hey, let's go to the retro arcade this weekend and break all of our old Batman Pinball scores!"

Tim thinks he's joking and cracks up a little but is gob-smacked when it turns out Dick is like Actually Upset, lol. It's so simultaneously endearing, hilarious and ridiculous that Tim's face must do something pretty weird, because Dick worriedly asks if he's alright.

Tim legitimately has to reassure Dick that he remains Tim's favorite brother.

"Not that the demon brat gives you much competition," he jokes.

Dick smiles a bit, obviously relieved, but does add, "I mean, technically Jason is also your brother - you've both been adopted by Bruce - "

And Tim very firmly is like, "Nope, nope, nope, the zombie undead have no legal status; I only have one older brother and that's you."

Dick relaxes a bit, but continues to playfully argue the point, given that he still sort of sees Jason as his younger brother. He relaxes further with every exaggeratedly disgusted face Tim makes.

Tim tells Jason about it later and has to whack him repeatedly with a pillow in embarrassment when Jason nearly dies in a laughing fit.

Jason has never had a single iota of brotherly feeling toward Tim in his life - diametrically the opposite, actually, in both negative and positive directions at different points. But after this priceless revelation of brotherly insecurity he renews Dick's paranoia by hamming it up to insufferable levels whenever he knows Dick is around to notice.

Putting a chummy arm around Tim's shoulders; calling him "buddy" and "little bro"; condescendingly offering to like, play catch with him and educate him on the birds and the bees (Tim elbows him in the stomach for that one); making up recent trips to a ~certain arcade~ ("Our retro arcade?" Dick whispers, heartbroken. Tim is about to fold like a wet tissue but Jason hurriedly smothers his face in Jason's shoulder in the guise of a big-brotherly hug); even sacrificing a smidge of his stubborn familial rejection of Bruce by referring to him as 'OUR old man', though he carefully makes sure Bruce isn't in earshot.

Dick is just Gripped by resurgent Anxieties, lmao.

Tim considers putting a stop to it (his boyfriend even play-acting the older brother role is pretty gag-worthy tbh), but ultimately he doesn't because Dick deserves a little ribbing over this. Or a lot.

Master detective, honestly.

Until finally one night Tim is slow-riding Jason in one of Red Hood's apartments, smirking down at Jason's blissed-out face as he rolls his hips sensuously - when Tim glances up and just about has a heart attack seeing Nightwing's upside-down face sprout abruptly from the top of the window frame.

Dick: HOLY SHIT, YOU'RE JUST FUCKING, THANK CHRIST

Jason: WHAT THE -

Dick: oh my god this is such a weight off my mind you don't even know -

Jason, literally balls-deep in Tim: - will you fucking GET LOST, DICKHEAD, we're in the MIDDLE OF SOMETHING -

Dick: - I've been losing sleep, Tim, how could you let me think you were replacing me -

Tim, hands over his beet-red face: Dick could you just - look I'll call you later -

Jason, thrusting pointedly: THE FUCK YOU WILL, WE'RE BUSY, YOUR NIGHT IS BOOKED

Dick is still a little bit of a nightmare about it later, but not nearly as much as he otherwise would have been because he's so relieved to still be Tim's one and only Favorite Big Brother, lol.

#dick and tim #jaytim #dc #gerryrigged #I make myself laugh and that's all that matters #gerry words

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You want what you can’t have: Part one

Suguru x reader x Satoru

Warnings: self pleasure, sexual conversations, predominantly Satoru and Suguru pov, this was way more than I meant to write hence the two-parter

Part 2 here: https://www.tumblr.com/daddysuga101/720344475594063872/we-want-what-we-cant-have-part-2

The light of the tv scrapes over Sugurus eye lids, it's loud.

So loud he can't ignore it once he hears it so he has no choice but to wake up.

He reluctantly stands to his feet, shutting off the tv his body heavy and tired. More than likely due to fact he feel asleep on the hard wood floor of your dorm, during you, Satoru and Sugurus weekly movie nights.

His eyes find your limp form on the couch, popcorn spilled on the floor by you. You look like you're sleeping better than he was, so he wasn't sure what to do.

Should he move you?

He was tempted to for the sake of bettering your sleep but was equally scared he'd end up waking you in the process.

A blanket should suffice.

He tugged the covers over your shoulders, smiling to himself at the drool dripping from your parted lips.

He laughed quietly, reminding himself to tease you about it later along with Satoru.

Speaking of Satoru..

"Adorble right?" The white haired man questioned from behind him. Suguru didn't know when he reentered the room but his sudden presence was surprising enough.

"Satoru, you'll give me a heart attack one day." Suguru dead panned. Satoru shrugged.

"You didn't answer my question. She's hot right?"

Suguru shrugs picking up the discarded dishes and trash the three of you haphazardly left everywhere.

"I don't know." He mutters heading to the small kitchen of your dorm to clean them.

"Why can't you just say yes or no?" Satoru asked following him into the dimly lite room. Suguru shrugged.

" I just don't think it matters either way, I mean we're all friends here aren't we? Weather I find her attractive or not doesn't make a difference."

Satoru smirks.

A knowing smirk, like he can somehow reach into the deepest parts of Sugurus mind and pull out the truth.

And what is the truth exactly? Not even Suguru is fully aware of that.

Yes he's your friend, and yes, you mean a lot to him. And yes, he'd be a liar if he said he didn't have a few dreams where he was doing filthy, nasty things to you.

But it wasn't even the sex dreams that scared him. It was dreams where you'd just kiss him. Where you'd just hugged him that scared him.

Because he could write off the sex dreams by saying he's just being a boy in his twenties desperate to fuck any and all pretty women.

But the sweet dreams?

Those created a ache in his chest he had been struggling to push down.

But he pushes it down anyways because god, he would hate to succumb to the age old stereotype of a boy secretly wanting to fuck his girl bestfriend.

He's better than that.

"You say that, but I think I know the truth." Satoru says as he slithers over closer to where Suguru is scrubbing dishes.

Suguru let's out a low chuckle.

"And what's that Satoru?"

"That you're in love with her." He says accusingly. Suguru almost drops the glass he was cleaning but he doesn't. Instead his body tenses and makes a slow turn towards Satoru.

As much as Suguru cared about his best friend, it didn't stop him from having moments like this.

Moments where he wanted to punch him in his perfect teeth.

"I am not in love with Y/n."

"And you're also not a good liar." Satoru pointed out, grabbing a green apple off the counter taking a large bite from it.

"No shame in it Suguru," He says in between bites. "I know you have this tortured, miss understood, bad boy thing going but, it's not a crime to want a girl." He pauses.

"Hell, I want her." He says his voice heavy with the same type longing that in Sugurus chest most days.

"But that's just it, I'm not in love with her." Suguru says. Satoru snorts out a laugh. "But Ill admit, I find her attractive and I do feel.. things..for her, less than friendly things." Suguru admits with a small shrug of his shoulders.

"So you just wanna fuck her?"

Something about the word 'fuck' in relation to you feels dirty. Like he's somehow disrespecting or defiling you with his thoughts, with his words.

You're a good person.

You're kind, caring.

You're not like the women he fucks or dates.

Because the women he messes with are more likely than not, cruel and selfish, because Suguru himself is cruel and selfish.

But not with you.

He could never be selfish with you.

"'Fucking' is a little crude no?" Suguru questioned setting the dish down and turning towards Satoru fully.

"What if I wanted to make love to her?" Suguru asked crossing his arms over his chest, almost laughing at his own question.

Satoru smirks placing a faux sympathetic hand on Sugurus shoulder.

"You and I both know you're incapable of making love," He pauses. " I don't think either of us are capable of that. That slow passionate shit."

Satoru pauses once more, but this time he looks to be pondering something, like he's playing around with some idea in his head.

"But maybe if it were her, I could..fuck her like I loved her. Because I do love her." Satoru says no hint of sarcasm or joking in his tone.

Suguru is surprised hearing him admit that.

The life they live is not one meant for those eager to find love. It's painful and hard. And often times lonely.

So if Satoru can find a pleasant emotion like love in you then that's great. Suguru is proud almost.

But despite what he said.

Despite what he wants Toru' to believe.

A part of Suguru still aches for you, and that same part of him resents Toru' for saying he loves you.

He’s not proud of that. He doesn't like feeling that way to towards his best friend, but he's a man at the end of the day.

And men are nothing if not territorial. So yes, he can be happy for Toru' while still wanting to cut his dick off for saying it.

"By the way." Satoru says pulling him from his thoughts.

"If you're not that into her that makes her free game right?" Satoru asks, his features honest.

He's not being disingenuous or conniving, he genuinely wants to know if its okay.

And Suguru isn't sure it is.

Excluding his own feelings he's not sure if it's even a remotely good idea for either of them to get involved with you.

"No matter what we may or may not feel for her we both should agree that our lives are too hectic for someone like her." Suguru starts.

"Firstly, she's a first generation sorcerer in a line of people who have never even heard what jujutsu is and we're... us...We can't involve her in the bullshit that comes with our clans and our lives. Not on that level." Suguru says pointedly, honestly.

Satoru makes a face of sadness mixed with understanding.

In another world Suguru would have liked be normal, he thinks.

The saying 'knowledge is power' is true until knowledge becomes a burden. He wonders how much happier, how much less miserable, he'd be if he were born in a different lifetime.

One in which he was born into a normal family, with a normal life and had normal problems and relationships.

He longs for that version of himself that only has to worry about getting a degree, not having to learn to live with the blood that soaks his hands.

He'd give anything for that kind of normalcy.

But the universe gave neither him nor Satoru normal and despite how unfair that is, it's reality.

Satoru nods seemingly understanding and little disappointed.

"Then we both have to swear. No making moves on her. For her sake and each other's. I don't want any awkwardness between us because of Y/n. Deal?" Satoru says holding his hand out, a little somberly.

Suguru can tell he doesn't wanna do this but knows it's for the best.

He gets it because if Satoru likes you half as much as he does, he understands the pain.

The ache.

"Deal." Suguru agrees completing the tight handshake.

"How hard could it be right? It's just one girl in a world of billions of them." Toru’ pointed out with a devil may care shrug.

"Yeah, it's just one girl." Suguru agrees.

"Guys?" A voice interrupts. Both boys look towards the origin of the sound and find you rubbing your eyes.

"What the hell are you two doing?" You asked sleepily, adorablely.

"We’re just straightening up." Satoru says to you before turning his head back towards Suguru.

Just a girl.. sure.

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9 months later.

People say empty sex is meant for equally empty people, because how can you fuck someone, touch someone like that, and feel nothing after?

But Suguru disagrees.

He thinks empty sex is where people with too many feelings put them.

It's therapeutic he thinks, at least it's the closest thing to therapy he can get because he's never been to therapy and never will go. So fucking his problems away is the next best thing.

He's good at it too.

He goes to a club or bar, finds a girl he's into, charms her with his dark, misunderstood, play boy persona and gets her to spread her legs for him.

It's so fun to do it.

It's so exciting to charm a girl then have her on her knees for you, worshiping your body like it's her god.

He's kinda picky with what girls he picks though.

He wasn't always like that. He used to fuck any pretty girl that came his way and steered clear of the 'good girl' types.

It used to be so fun fucking brats. But the mean girls just isn't what gets him going anymore.

Because now.

Now he likes the quiet types. The one in the friend group with their eyes down cast. The ones with their arms covering their exposed body, in an outfit their friends more likely than not, made them wear.

He likes taking shy girls back to his place, being slow and gentle at first before he starts corrupting them more as the night goes on.

He likes to change them.

Turn em' into sex hungry whores.

He likes it hard and fast.

He hates hand jobs.

He loves reverse cowgirl.

And despite it’s popularity, he hates 69ing. It’s more work than it's worth.

But more than anything he loves pushing a girls faces into the mattress while fucking them from behind like a dog.

He likes how dirty he is, he likes making good girls dirty. He loves fucking like there's no tomorrow, like there's no consequences.

It's fucking exhilarating.

Until it isn't.

Turns out months on months of empty sex isn't good for you. It's quite the opposite actually. It's gets repeaditve and old.

Meeting, talking, charming, kissing, fucking, cumming.

Talking, charming, kissing, fucking, cumming.

Charming, kissing, fucking, cumming.

Kissing, fucking, cumming.

Kissing fucking cumming.

Fucking

Cumming

Fucking

Cumming

Fucking

....

Not cumming.

"Shit! I'm gonna- oh fuck Geto yes!" Yuri moaned under him her head thrown back in pleasure she didn't know her body could experience. He felt it too. The moment she let go, he can feel the evidence of her orgasm pulsing around him.

And this would be great actually if it wasn't for the fact he wasn't nearly done.

Yuri was a girl that Suguru had been fucking for a while. She's good he can admit that.

But he'd be a liar if he said he didn't want her because she reminded him of something, of someone.

You.

Her chest heaved as she pulled Suguru down for a hot open mouth kiss.

"Did you cum?" She asked in a sultry tone.

"Y-yeah." He answered. He's lying.

Why the fuck is he lying?

Suguru doesn't care about feelings especially not hers, if he asked shed blow him or jerk him off but for some odd stupid fucking reason he doesn't want that.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

He doesn't let her know about the mental dilemma going on in his head, he just pulls out and turns his back to her, shucking his pants back on.

"When will I see you again?" She asks wrapping her body over his, her perky breasts pressing into his hard back.

"Soon." He answers, she whispered an 'okay' into the skin of his shoulder before kissing his neck before running to the bathroom to shower or pee. Or both.

Suguru however, puts the rest of his clothes on and makes his way home the same way he always does after a one night stand or a 'sneaky link', as Satoru so eleganly puts it.

He doesn't stick around to cuddle or to bask in that orgasmic after glow. Instead he simply heads home feeling light and released after cumming.

But he didn't cum, not this time anyway.

And not for the last 3 hook ups he's had. It's not the women, their beautiful, amazing in bed and all around any guys fuck fantasy but he can't do it.

He can't get there with them, nowadays he can only cum by his own touch...by his own thoughts..

He pulls up to the school well past curfew, locking his car door and heading up the stairs of the jujutsu tec dorms whistling to himself as he does.

His hair is a mess from Yuri tugging on it like she did.

And despite how much he loved his hair he hated when it was in his face.

He grumbled to himself redoing his bun making his way to his dorm, his cock still aching for release,

he'll deal with it once he's at his room.

He's not sure what's keeping him from a normal sex life recently, it can't be a hormone issue cause he can cum just fine on his own.

Maybe he's just a narcissist that can only cum by jacking himself off.

If that were the answer it'd honestly be a little funny and maybe a little sad but he knew that wasn't the case.

It was feelings.

It was longing.

It was you.

His cock gave an excited throb at the thought of you. That'll do it.

He absentmindedly palmed his erection as he entered his dorm.

He's not wasting any time, he haphazardly throws his phone somewhere before climbing into bed.

He feels childish when he beats off like this. Horny like a thirteen year old boy, and guilty like a catholic priest.

The guilt doesn't stop him though, it just feels like a loser because the only woman he wants to cum for, he can't have.

"Fuck," He muttered his fist tight and hard around his shaft as he jerked it fast and rough. His teeth catch his lip as he fucks himself. And his mind flashes with images of you.

Your face, your ass, your tits, that smile fuck, that smile. There's nothing he desired more than to see you happy.

You were so kind, your big doe eyes carrying so much innocence in them.

One of his less than tasteful thoughts he's had about you is cumming on your face. It's hotter than the thought of cumming down your throat he thinks. Because it's like he's painting himself over you.

Claiming you.

"Fuck." He whined to himself his hips stuttering, shooting pent up cum on his chest and bed. His chest is heavy and tired once he's done.

It feels so good.

"Phew." He breaths soaking in that after orgasm glow.

It feels so good to cum thinking about what you really want.

So good.

That is until the high ends and you realize you just jizzed on yourself thinking about a girl who you aren't allowed to have.

He cleans the evidence of his sin off his chest, lying down on his bed and letting the tiredness of the day finally catch up to him.

He's grateful to be sleepy because the sleepiness numbs the ache in his chest. It's the same ache he feels every time he cums thinking of you.

And it hurts like hell.

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October, 7th- 6 hours until inauguration

Todays the day.

Curses are attracted to those most vulnerable.

You learned that lesson pretty early on.

You were six when you saw a curse for the first time. It resembled a glob of jello mixed with what you'd imagine a devil looked like.

It put a fear in you, you still remember to this day. And you remember running to your mother, screaming to her about the evil monster in your room.

And when she checked. There was obviously nothing there, to her anyways.

But it was there to you.

You spent a lot of your teen years in and out of psych wards, on and off medication all to suppress or stop whatever was wrong with you.

You thought for a lot of your life that this ability you had was a curse that followed you.

A cosmic punishment of some sort that ruined any sense of normalcy you could have. That was until you met Yaga. And he showed you that these abilities you had weren't psychosis or a some hex put on your family 100 years ago. But something that made you special.

And if nurtured the right way, something that made you strong too.

That's why this day is so important, so necessary.

It's the day you swear your allegiance as a sorcerer for the good of man kind for the rest of your life. Everyone else did it.

Satoru, Shoko, Suguru.

They all at some point swore themselves to the cause and now it was your turn.

"Okay, okay. I got this." You whisper to yourself.

"Jesus, you look so nervous you're making me nervous." Satoru said lounging irritatingly comfortably on your couch . You sighed deeply turning towards the white haired boy.

"How do I look?" You question.

"Perfect, but you wear the same uniform everyday so..." He says with a chuckle. You sigh exasperatedly.

"But today is not just any day. Everybody that's anybody in the jujustu world is going to be here tonight. All the most import clans too. I need to be prepared." You say. He nods sitting up from the couch.

"I am the one and only member of the Gojo clan and you're not worried around me." He points out.

"Yeah but that's cause you're.. you." You say, he groans dramatically, holding his chest in pretend pain.

"Am I..am I not cool to you anymore?" He asks planting a faux hurt expression on his face.

"That would stand to reason she ever thought you were cool." Shoko said joining the two of you in your dorm. Satoru let's out a childish groan.

"Bitch." He mutters.

"I heard that! Also let's go, if Y/n's late that won't look good." Shoko says,

"Right." You grab your bag from the floor. "Let's go." You say following behind Shoko.

"Oi." Toru' called after you, tugging you towards him by your pinky.

"Toru', I have to go." You almost whine like a child.

"I know, I know, but from where I'm standing you look damn near ready to shit yourself." He points out.

You chuckle because he's so fucking right.

"Don't be nervous because of all those jujustu fat cats out there. Be calm, be cool, you'll be fine." He says.

"Plus nobody can give you trouble because you're friends with me. And I'm Satoru fucking Gojo. So don't be scared." He says searching your eyes, hoping you believe him and you do.

You nod.

Satoru isn't good with his words. He sometimes says the wrong thing, at the wrong time and ends up upsetting the person he's trying to comfort.

But when he's right, he's right you'll give him that.

"Thank you Satoru." You say, he smiles all big and adjusts your necklace. And when he's done, he looks down in your eyes.

Even though his are covered by dark shades, you can feel them on yours.

His eyebrows furrow a little grazing your cheek with his index finger.

"Today's a big day, and no matter what happens. Winning, losing, I'm proud of you. Do you understand?" He asks honestly.

"I understand." You say. He nods licking his dry lips.

He looks as if there's something heavy on his chest. Something he's almost dying to say that he can't for whatever reason.

You can see when he puts that wall back up between the two of you. Shoving down whatever thought was building up in his mind.

"Alrighty then, lets go!" He says excitedly, practically pushing you out of the dorm as if whatever just happened between the two of you didn't.

You shake it off though.

It's only in your head.

"There you two are." Suguru said as you and Satoru head to the field where everyone else was gathered. "I was scared you'd be late."

"You think so low of us Suguru." Toru' said.

"If the shoe fits." He says back, you smiled shaking your head at their banter turning your attention to Yaga who was entering the stage.

Said stage was lined with a few of, but not all of the jujutsu elites that would be attending tonights inauguration.

No pressure.

"Good afternoon. Theres a lot up and coming that we need to go over so ill make it quick." Yaga starts.

"Our trip to Toyko is still on and everyone needs to be prepared to leave the 28th of July as we are all aware." Yaga said.

Satoru released an obnoxiously loud yawn Yaga chose to ignore.

"We already know all this why the play by play?" Satoru questioned quietly . Shoko laughed.

"Maybe it's so idiots like you don't forget." She teases earning a tongue stuck out at her.

You chuckle.

"And in more recent news, Y/n's ceremony as an up and coming jujustu sorcerer is tonight, and as tradition she will do the maids honor ceremony." Yaga says.

Your eyebrows furrow.

"Maids honor ceremony?" You questioned to Shoko.

"It's the ceremony where one man of an extremely important clan, like the Zenins for example, present you to the rest of the clans to 'honor' you." She explains with air quotes on the word honor.

"Did Guru' and Satoru do their ceremony like this?" You questioned in a hushed tone. She shook her head.

"Nope." She says bitterly, with a loud popping of the 'p' sound.

"They only did it with me. Wanna guess why?" Shoko said giving a glare towards Yaga.

It was no secret the world of jujutsu was misogynistic and filled to the brim with entitled men with god complexes, but you never assumed Yaga of all people would make you do something like this.

You weren't fully aware you even raised your hand up high until Yaga stopped mid sentence, turning his attention to you along with the other elders.

What were you doing?

Oh god this is a bad idea.

"Uh, yes Y/n?"

"Why is it I have to do this exactly? Satoru and Suguru didn't." You pointed out.

Yaga sighed.

"It's tradition."

"It's a shit tradition." Satoru says with a shrug.

"It's true though. We didn't have to do it with a female escort so why is it Y/n or other women need a male one?" Suguru questioned.

"I mean what century is this?" Satoru question with a humorousless chuckle.

"Guys I got this." You say to them turning your attention back towards Yaga.

"All do respect sir, I understand the importance of tradition but..this feels wrong. I'm more than capable of presenting myself to the clans on my own." You say confidently.

"I wouldn't push this." Yaga says.

"Well maybe this needs to be pushed. I mean Shoko had to do this too. Shouldn't we be independent in this? I mean if we let this happen what does that say about us as women and as sorcerers?" You question stubbornly.

"Maybe women of today could stand to return back to their roots of respectably and femininety a little." Yoshinobu says.

"And what the hell does that mean?"

"It means you women of today open your mouths too much, always expressing radical opinions when you should just stay quiet and allow things to be as they are." He says. "Why don't you consider that miss L/n?"

You didn't have anger issues.

You swear you didn't, but sometimes, sometimes people just brought it out of you.

You laugh dryly.

"And why don't you worry about planning your upcoming funeral you old fu-" You say starting to move towards him, only to have Suguru wrap a strong arm across your waist stopping you.

"Easy girl." He says in your ear. You let out a shuddered breath.

"Don't let them see you all uptight. Seem unbothered. Not caring gets them heated." Satoru whispers in your other ear. You release another strained breath.

Their right and you know it. Letting your anger take control will do you no favors. It'll just screw you over more.

"Is there an issue?" Yoshinobu asks. You give him a tightsmile.

"No sir." You say. He smiles in triumph.

You wanna gag.

"Alright then, you have until tonight to find a partner you will allow to present you for the inauguration. This meeting is ajurned." Yaga says.

You sigh loudly.

"Fucking hell.."

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3 hours until inauguration

You were still pouting about it hours later. Lying on your bed like a limp corpse, as if it were the end of the world.

Suguru was trying to lift your spirits in any way he knew how, but couldn't seem to make you feel any better about the situation.

You hate to feel so defeated but it's hard not to when you know you're right and they're wrong.

But to win the game you have to play it, no matter how fucked up the rules are.

Doesn't make it suck any less though. And it really sucks....

"Great newssss!” Toru' says entering your dorm with a clasp of his hands. You all but spring to your feet in excitement.

"They changed their mind?? They'll let me do it on my own?!" You asked hopefully.

Toru' hated to be the one that snatched the hope from you but he had to be honest.

"Well, no..."

You visibly deflate. "But," he continued. "I found what type of incantation you're reciting, that should help you prepare a little." He says, you smile a little.

"You didn't bribe or threaten anyone did you?" Suguru questioned.

"No, I just asked like the gentlemen I am." He said,

"Okay what is it?" You question.

"A dance spell." He answers. You deflate once more.

"I'm sorry?" You ask.

"Also I feel like I should mention that the person who 'presents' you will also be your dance partner so..." He says hoping you don't take the news the way he knows you will.

You look at Suguru as if he can somehow save you from your impending embarrassment. But he just shrugs and you almost start whining like a child.

"Great so not only do I have to be 'presented' to the clan leaders like a show dog, I also have to dance? This is ridiculous." You groan.

"If it makes you feel better all sorcerers with your type of curse energy do the same thing at their inauguration." Suguru tries to soothe.

"Doesn't make it any less embarrassing." You pout. Suguru sits next to you on the bed.

"Think of it as an incantation more than it is a dance. It's a complicated spell despite it being for something as mundane as dancing. But the purpose of it is to see how you quickly you can grasp a complicated spell for something no matter the gravity of the situation." Suguru explains.

A small part of you feels at ease. You're happy that at least this isn't a gender thing. It's just a cursed speaker thing.

"Okay, how much time do I have to learn it?"

"For sorcerers like yourself they'll give you the incantation at the ceromoney." Toru' says.

"At the ceromoney?" You question, Satoru nods. "But what if I don't know how to pronounce the words? How many chances do I get in case I don't get it on the first try?"

"Y/n, this only works if you trust yourself. You're ready, you need to believe you're ready." Suguru says.

You nod somberly.

"Why are you pouting still?" Satoru asked kneeling down in front of you. You shrug.

You feel like a child in this moment. An absolute cry baby child but you have to be honest with them.

"If I'm being honest, doing this whole thing with a guy I might not know isn't an exciting feeling. It feels almost wrong to do this with just anyone." You explain.

You don't notice Suguru and Satoru eye each other.

There's a mutual understanding between them that in this moment that you need them. Maybe not both of them but know what they have to do.

They both silently agree with their eyes, to a brief pause on their, 'Don't involve her in our bs rule'

One of them needs to step up.

Satoru's mouth opens but Suguru beats him too it.

"I can do it." Suguru speaks up. You miss how Satorus face falls when Suguru offers.

"You don't have to." You say with a shake of your head.

"No I want to, I know how you are with strangers. I won't let you do this with some old weirdo. I'm also quite the dancer." He said with a chuckle. "Unless you don't want me to of course." He says honestly.

You don't say anything, you just wrap your arms around his neck the best you can with his height. He meets you half way wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Thank you." You say.

"Of course." He whispers into your ear.

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2 hours until inauguration.

Satoru Gojo has anger issues.

He's been told that before....

When he was a child he used to break things around him when he was frustrated. When he was in his early teens he used to yell and curse like a mad man at whatever or whoever got him mad enough.

But he's older now, and he's gotten control of that anger that boils under his skin at every waking moment.

The anger that follows him like a lion that stalks a antelope. Waiting for just the right moment to consume him.

Waiting to turn him into something he can't recognize anymore.

He's gotten better though. A lot better.

He's not perfect. He still doesn't know how to deal with feelings. Not like normal people anyway. But he was never normal.

Overtime he realized that his explosive tendencies were nothing if not hindrances on his relationships, and on his overall well-being.

So like many excessively angry teens do, he found a way to cope.

He learned a while back that when his feelings become too much for him to handle he can simply suppress them.

It's what he did for you.

He first realized he was in love with you the night he had a break down.

He didn't remember what it was about. He doesn't remember what was said or much of what was done. It felt like a hazy dream just slightly more vivid.

He remembers you though.

He remembers how he felt.

He remembers feeling worthless and unloveable. Like a black hole that destroyed any chance of love or happiness in his life.

He cried a lot that night. His tears splashing against his hands as they lied in his lap.

He remembers you wrapping your arms around him telling him it would be okay. Your touch was like a silk blanket being draped over his tired shoulders. A touch that said more than words ever could.

A touch that told him 'you don't have to be anything other than just you.'

You were always like that. You never expected anything from him.

You knew he was rich, attractive and powerful but that never seemed to faze you.

Most people in his life would want nothing to do with him if that all went away. Not you though.

If tomorrow he lost everything that ever made him appealing to the general public, he'd be okay because you'd still love him.

Maybe not the way he wanted you to.

Ached for you to. ..

But it was love from you.

And that was enough for him.

However two things can exist at once. He can be satisfied by your relationship dynamic. He can be okay with not getting anything further from you.

But God.

Him having to watch as Suguru dances with you in front of the whole school well.. it sucks.

He's been doing better with his anger. He's been getting better.

But this would tick any man off.

That's how he ended up here. Less than two hours until the inauguration, he thought it was only smart if he blew off some steam before your big night.

He couldn't, no, he wouldn't ruin your night with a sour attitude. So this old punching bag in the jujutsu tec training room was going to have to deal with these emotions.

Hard punch after hard punch.

It felt so good.

"You punch that bag any harder you might break it." Suguru said joining Satoru in the training room.

"It's fine." Satoru insists punching the bag once again extra hard. The chain does in fact break and it falls to his feet making a loud almost startling thumping sound when it hits impact.

"Told you so." Suguru teased but Satoru didn't respond in kind. Hell he didn't even give him a pity chuckle.

"What's with you?" Suguru questioned.

"Nothings with me."

"Bullshit." Suguru says. "Is this about Y/n? About the dance?" Suguru asked,

"No."

"Liar." Suguru accused. "What are you jealous?" Suguru joked with a small laugh, Satorus silence spoke louder than anything he could have said.

Sugurus eyebrows furrowed.

"Are you?" He asks seriously this time.

"Who cares if I am? You'll get to dance with her in front of the whole fucking clan anyway. Just be grateful and move on." Satoru said no playfulness in his tone.

"Youre acting like I'm gonna take her on the floor in front of everyone or some shit."

"Oh I bet you wish you could." Satoru said with a small strained chuckle as he rips his boxing gloves off.

Satoru wasn't being fair. He was being childish because obviously Suguru wouldn't do that. He's not some sadistic asshole that would purposefully hurt his best friend.

He's sacrificed a lot in the name of keeping that stupid deal they made all those months ago. And it's been affecting him so much he can't even fuck anyone anymore. So no, he's not a bad person for being a little selfish this once.

He deserves this at least.

"Whatever." Suguru said dropping his arms to his sides and heading to the door. "I don't need this shit."

"Does she know?" Satoru called out.

"Know what?"

"How you feel?" He asks.

"She doesn't. And I'd like to keep it that way."

"You know what's fucked? You don't even give a damn about her like I do. You just want her to spread her legs for you so you can fuck her like she's one of your whores. She's not a fucking booty call." Satoru said back.

"Since when are you the moral dictator between us? You have more casual sex than me. Also. Don't forget I was the one that said we should leave her out of our mess." Suguru reminded him.

"That's true. But did you do that for her or for you?" Satoru questions walking right up to Suguru getting in his face.

"Or did you do it because you can't say you love her but you also can't let someone else have her? Because you can't let me have her?" He asked.

Suguru said nothing he just watched Satoru as his head tilted to the side waiting for an answer Suguru doesn't have.

So he doesn't speak.

"I know it's just a dance." Satoru starts.

"And I know it's stupid but, forgive me if I'm little bothered about the fact that my best friend is going to get to show off the girl I love. I'm not mad, and I don't hate you. I know it's petty, just let me be petty Suguru." He says poking a firm finger into his chest. Suguru nods.

He gets it.

Satoru doesn't know how he feels about you. How you flood his mind like the rain floods rivers and lakes. He wants you so bad.

But so does Satoru.

"That's fair." Suguru says finally. Satoru nods and wordlessly leaves the gym.

He'd get over this little disagreement soon enough.

But Suguru couldn't think about that right now. Right now he needed to focus on you and only y-.

His phone dings before he can even finish the thought. When he pulls it out. He sees it's a text from Yuri.

Y- We need to talk. Meet me outside of your school.

Sugurus eyebrows furrowed.

S- I'm in the middle of something, is it an emergency?

Y- Yes. Hurry please.

It was 7:20 pm, your inauguration was at 9:00. He could handle this emergency then come straight back.

Yeah it's fine, he has time. He pulled his phone out once more typing a simple phrase.

On my way.

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my treat ('my eyes' series)

♡ "Just one bite."

pairing: lee felix x reader.

genre: fluff, fluff, fluff (did i mention fluff?).

word count: 7,698

warnings: swearing, might cause a heart attack of cuteness.

summary: brownie boy was a myth for you. since the first day you had stepped on the campus, everybody would be praising brownie boy. you could not believe that a grown man was kind enough to be giving out free food, good food. when brownie boy heard about your suspicions, he was more than willing to prove you wrong.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Hyunjin tugged on your shirt once more and kept on pouting like a child. For being the big brother, he surely wasn't acting like one.

"I'm not helping you bring your luggage, gosh." you said for the nth time.

"Please, I can't make a fool of myself in front of Byeol, again." he tugged one more time. "Last year was a mess when I moved in, I wanted to die."

"I know, you told me this already." you rolled your eyes. "I've heard you're popular there, why are you being such a baby?"

"People think I'm good-looking, that's all. I swear I'm a loser."

You chuckled. "I didn't need you to confirm it."

He pouted. "Mean..."

"Hyune, I'm the one starting in a new college, so I should be the one stressing out." you pointed out. "Are you going to give me a tour later, or not?"

He pondered for a moment as he stared at his luggage. He knew he shouldn't be this dramatic but, between the two, you were definitely the sibling who succeeded in everything. Yes, he did worry about your arrival in his school, but he knew you would fit in just fine. You had decided to transfer school mid year since you didn't like the all-girls kind of vibe there was in your old one. The drama was intense, and because you were among the prettiest according to the other students, you were both praised and bullied. Having your brother around would definitely be of help, plus the fact it wouldn't be only girls going there.

"Sure, I suppose I can." he said nonchalantly. "Only if you help me bring my stuff today."

Being the good sister you were, you were driving Hyunjin to his apartment as your trunk was loaded with bags. You had already moved most of your things to your own place, and it didn't surprise you that Hyunjin was doing everything last minute. He struggled to bring all of his things with him and you mocked him as he dragged a bag behind him. Exhausted, he threw himself on his couch, exhaling a loud grunt.

"So? The tour?" you poked his cheek.

"Later." he mumbled into his pillow.

"Dude, school starts tomorrow and I want to be able to find my classroom, thank you." you pleaded.

"Ugh, fine." he groaned as he lazily got up from the couch.

You happily followed him as he opened his front door. You were suddenly stopped when Hyunjin didn't move, making you bump into his back. The impact made him stumble on his feet and he fell in the hallway. You were about to nag at him for being so clumsy, until you saw Byeol, his long-time crush. She laughed at the man and gave him a hand to help him get up, making your brother as red as blood.

"Be careful." she laughed.

"Yeah.. um... Thank you." Hyunjin coughed out while the girl went back into her own apartment.

As he kept his gaze on where she was standing seconds ago, you grew impatient with him and slapped the back of his head before walking towards the elevator. When the doors slid closed, you took the opportunity to slap his arm again, repeatedly.

"Ow! Y/N, the fuck!" he grunted in pain as he rubbed the spot you had hit.

"You're the dumbest person I know, for real." you rolled your eyes. "Why can't you speak to the girl normally?"

"I get nervous." he chuckled in shame, which earned him another hit. "What the hell?"

"Idiot." you muttered under your breath.

Hyunjin was surprisingly a decent tour guide. He showed you the common areas of the campus like the cafeteria and the library. You were intimidated by the size of the school, but Hyunjin reassured you that you would most likely stay in the same wing since they were all attributed certain departments. He ended the visit by showing you the dance studios. There, you met his friend, Minho, who was already practicing. You both sat on the couch in the corner of the room to watch him dance along the music. Not going to lie, you were more than amazed by his technicality and fluidity. You had thought about joining the dance club and Hyunjin had even told you he could get you a spot in no time. However, you deeply believed you should prove yourself instead of relying on your brother.

As Minho finished, he walked towards you, greeting Hyunjin before he sent you a sly smirk. "Hey there." he winked.

Your brother stood up right away and put his hand to stop Minho from approaching you any closer. "That's my sister, Min." he said sternly.

"Ah, Y/N?" he cocked his head on the side, still looking at you, as you nodded to confirm. "I heard you wanted to join the group. Auditions are next week if you are still interested."

"That'd be wonderful, of course I'll come." you squealed.

"Good, I'll post the information on our Instagram page, so you can go ahead and follow us."

You thanked him and he was quick to drop the talk and ask Hyunjin about his holidays. In the meantime, you took a look around the studio and were impressed at how clean and organized it was. You noticed on the table a tupperware full of brownies. While you did think it was odd, you didn't question Minho about it. The boys eventually ended their conversation and Hyunjin brought you to the courtyard.

"It's not much since we're still in winter, but it's very pretty in the summer." he said as he breathed in the fresh air. "I think I covered everything. Down for a snack?"

"Why not." you shrugged and followed him as he lead the way to the convenience store.

Minho frowned as he counted the people in the studio, again. Someone was missing. He sighed loudly as he passed his hand through his hair.

"Has anyone seen Yongbok?"

You looked at the other dancers who were doing the same as you before telling Minho they haven't seen him. He sighed once more before deciding he'll start the auditions without his second dance captain, the other one being Hyunjin.

"Alright, I want to see how good you are at both dancing and freestyling. I'll put some music and we can gather into a circle." he explained. "One by one, you'll show us what you can do. You'll know by the end of the day if I selected you or not. Shall we start now?"

Just as he had previously instructed, you gathered in a circle and, one by one, you danced for a some time, enough for Minho to take some notes. His expression was blank so it was hard to determine if he was pleased with what he was seeing or disappointed. The whole thing didn't last more than 20 minutes, and you were quickly dismissed.

"We have some brownies from yesterday if you want to take one before leaving. I'll reach out to you by tonight if you are picked." Minho concluded.

You walked to Hyunjin who was happily clapping his hands as a some sort of congratulations. "You did good."

"Good? Come on, now. I was amazing." you confidently affirmed.

Just then, you felt a tap on your shoulder. When you turned around, one of the guys who were auditioning was shyly smiling at you.

"Hey, I'm Junsoo. I thought you were great just then, and I was wondering if you are free this afternoon. Sorry, I just think you're very pretty." the man said, looking at you with hope.

"Oh... I'm flattered, I really am, but I'm not looking for a relationship." you said with an apologetic smile.

"It can be casual." he prompted, and it only caused Hyunjin to let out a laugh.

You nudged him for mocking the poor guy, but it didn't stop him from interfering. "I don't think she's interested."

Junsoo stared at the both of you for a moment, and he then gasped as a realization hit him. "Oh my god! You're already with him, I'm so sorry." he bowed his head, panicked.

In a hurry, he joined back his friend to leave the room, taking one last shy glance at you before the door behind him closed.

"Uh, I never even had this option in mind to scare people off from you." your brother said as he squinted his eyes in thinking.

"Don't even... People are not dumb enough. They'll realize we are siblings within days." you grunted, and went to the table at the back where you had left your water bottle.

A few girls were already surrounding the table and they were giggling about something. One plopped a brownie in her mouth and was almost moaning at the taste. Her friends were no better as they were squealing.

"Um, sorry, I left my bottle here." you made your way through the group.

"You're Y/N, right? Hyunjin's sister." a girl asked, to which you nodded. "Can you introduce me to him?"

"No."

"Y/N, you should try these!" another said and you saw her holding a brownie to you.

"Sorry, I'm not very hungry." you waved your hand as a no.

The girls all gasped at your refusal. "Do you even know who made these?"

"No..." you trailed off, rather uncomfortable from their reaction.

"Brownie boy!" a girl said dreamily.

"Ah, well I'm sorry to this brownie boy, but I'm not in for a treat right now." you said and left to go back to the boys.

"You good?" Hyunjin questioned, noticing you were a bit off.

"Yeah, those girls are... weird. Let's just go." you pushed him out of the studio.

Unlike what you had thought, those girls were not so different from the other students. As the weeks passed, things were being said more and more, spreading throughout the campus like a virus. Seemingly, brownie boy was this psychology major who liked to bake pastries for the other students. Apparently, his desserts were far better than the ones you could get at the cafeteria. And the best out of this was that they were free. First arrived, first served.

It sounded wrong to you. First of all, what kind of student had the time to bake while studying? You were barely managing your studies and the dance club. Second of all, you did not believe one bit they were that good, mostly because the majority of his clients were girls who claimed he was the prettiest man they have ever seen. And third of all, there was no way he was doing this without making any profits out of it.

"Alright." Minho clapped his hands. "I see Yongbok still has not shown up since the beginning of the semester. Anyone knows where he's at?" he said, frustration heard in his tone. Seeing that nobody was answering, he sighed loudly. "I'll really have to talk to him... Anyway, today we won't do much since I have plans, I can't be here for the entire hour. I just want to revise some moves we learnt last week."

Practice went on as usual, with Hyunjin sweating like crazy making girls fawn at how attractive he looked (though you did not understand how they even thought he was hot while being damped) and Minho was the usual strict instructor. When you were done, he summarized what you would do for the next practice and he dismissed you all. Once again, there was a tupperware on the table, full of cookies this time. You had never seen the guy drop off his food that you were starting to think he didn't exist.

"I'm going to Chan's tonight, you two coming?" Minho asked as he came to you and Hyunjin.

"I need to finish this painting for class, sorry." Hyunjin answered.

"Yeah, and I don't know Chan so well, I'll have to pass." you replied in your turn.

As the three of you walked out of the room, you went your separate ways since you still had one evening class before you could go home. Arriving at your locker, you noticed a man there, struggling to open your lock. He cursed a few words as he was starting to get impatient.

"Excuse me?" you tapped his shoulder and he jumped a little, not having noticed you were there. "This is my locker."

He looked at the number and gasped, feeling guilty. "Gosh, I'm so sorry! Mine is actually next to yours." he explained as he moved to his own locker. Meanwhile, you were taken aback by how deep his voice was and by how it did not match his freckled face at all.

"It's okay." you smiled as you both went to open your own.

While you put your dance bag away and took your books, you glanced at the interior of his locker. He didn't have much, but one thing caught your attention. A certain recognizable tupperware filled with even more recognizable cookies.

"Are you a fan of brownie boy or something?" you joked while packing your bag.

He chuckled. "Actually, I'm the one you would call brownie boy..." he embarrassingly admitted.

You stopped your action and slowly turned to look at him. You blinked a few before you laughed. "No way."

"I swear I am!" he pouted. "Do you want one?" he offered as he went to open the tupperware.

"No thanks, I'm fine." you continued to laugh. "Sorry, I just can't wrap my head around you baking to give it all away to people."

"I just like making people smile." he shrugged.

"I see..." you mumbled. "Why brownies?"

"Why not!" he smiled widely, his eyes almost closing. "I don't know, they're tasty and soft. It's comforting food."

"I guess so..."

He opened his phone to check the time, and then closed his locker. "I have to go now. Tell me whenever you want to taste my food, I'll gladly make a batch just for you." he winked, and then left.

Watching him walk away, you huffed as you were still taken aback from your interaction. Surely, he was a pretty boy, but was he as good as he claimed? You remained unconvinced.

The sound of your phone interrupted your thoughts, and you looked at your notifications quickly.

Hyunjin: I'm stuck outside my place... again.

Y/N: Can you stop stealing my keys?!

Y/N: I'll skip class to save your ass, I'll be there in 15 minutes.

Hyunjin: You're the best!

Y/N: I know, you're lucky to have me.

The next day, you met Felix again, in the hallway this time. Although you two were locker neighbours, you had never interacted before which Felix found unfortunate. Unlike you, he had seen you around before. How could he have not noticed you when you were the talk of the school? Hyunjin's sister, even prettier than the good-looking art major. He would never tell this to his friend, but he did think you were the prettiest girl he had ever laid eyes on. He never dared to talk to you, but that didn't stop him from talking about you. Being friends with Byeol, he had repeatedly heard about you from her. She had met you a few times because of your brother, so he took the opportunity to ask what kind of person you were. She mostly told him you would constantly nag at Hyunjin which he thought was hilarious.

So when he saw you again, he didn't lose the opportunity to talk with you. He wasn't intrigued much because you were that pretty girl anymore, no. He was intrigued by how unimpressed you seemed to be about his cooking skills. While he had amazed everyone, you were the first to refuse his snack when he offered.

"Y/N!" he exclaimed the moment he spotted you.

As for you, you frowned when you saw he was the one calling you. Did you tell him your name unknowingly the previous day? You couldn't recall doing so, nor did you know his name.

"Hey, brownie boy." you nodded your head at him as he caught up to you to walk with you. "How do you know my name?"

"Ah, sorry. I'm Hyunjin's friend, actually. My name is Felix." he held out his hand and you shook it.

"I don't remember him mentioning you."

"I haven't hung out with him much these days, that must be why. Anyway, where are you going?"

His friendly attitude was quite strange to you. Never in your life had you met someone so happy and sweet. You were weirded out, but in a good way.

"I wanted to stop by at the dance studio to check the schedule. Do you want to go with me?"

He happily nodded, his hair bouncing with the movement. It was cute, if you were being honest. "I have to drop cupcakes, anyway."

You stared at him in shock. "You made cupcakes?"

"Yeah, yesterday."

"How the fuck do you make so much food?" you said, baffled.

"I like it." he simply answered before linking his arm with yours, which only made you even more shocked. "Let's go."

Felix was leading the way since you could not focus properly. Your eyes were set on your arms, entangled together as if you had known each other for years. Or worse, as if you were a couple. You didn't mind necessarily, minus the fact your heart was pounding in nervousness. Felix didn't seem bothered, and he kept rambling about some random things. He complained about his teachers and his friend who had started the whole brownie boy story which explained how he became somehow famous. He also took the time to ask you about yourself, though your answers were brief since your focus was on something else. The walk to the studio had seemed longer than it actually was, but you had finally reached it. You went in and spotted Minho immediately. You walked to him while Felix took the box full of cakes out of his bag.

"Hey, Min. Do you have the schedule for next week?" you asked the man as he was scrolling through his music on his phone.

"Next week is my week off, so no practice."

You had forgotten the school had been paying Minho to instruct the club. Not that he wouldn't do it without the money, but it did motivate him to run the entire club and do his studies simultaneously. He took his eyes off his screen and then spotted your new friend. His gaze immediately turned hard and he put his phone away to go to Felix. Confused, you called out for Minho, but he ignored you, still heading straight to the young boy.

"Yah! Lee Yongbok!" he grunted furiously.

Yongbok. So this was the dance captain who kept on skipping practice...

"Hey..." Felix waved, clearly nervous.

"It's not by leaving us food that you'll get away from this conversation so easily. Where the hell have you been? Hyunjin and I can't do everything alone, we actually need you." Minho nagged.

"I know, I know! I swear I don't mean to skip practice, but there is always something coming up. Seungmin has been asking me to replace him for his shifts at the café and you know I can't say no..."

The older man shut his eyes, and you could almost see the smoke coming out of his ears. "I really don't want to kick you out, and I should have already, but if you keep missing-"

"I won't!" he cut him off. "I promise."

Still not convinced, Minho glared at Felix one last time, and went back to the speaker to pick a song to dance to. You had watched the scene in silence and you coughed in awkwardness.

"You have two names?"

Felix grunted, discouraged. "Yeah, don't question it much."

With that, he left the room and for some reason, you followed him. "Where are you going?"

"My day is done, I'm going to bake something and watch something." It wasn't intended, but you scoffed, loudly. "What is it?"

Searching for your words, you didn't know how to tell him you found this whole baking thing ridiculous without hurting him. "I don't know why you do this." was the best you came up with.

"I told you yesterday, I like making people happy. What's wrong with that?" he started to get defensive.

"No, don't get me wrong. I'm not judging, but you realize you're like wasting time with this? And you get nothing out of this but happiness? I just don't get it." you said in all honesty.

He stopped walking and turned to you, a frown on his face. "Have you even tried my brownies?" You shook your head. "I'm 100% sure you'll change your mind and be glad I do this once you taste them."

"Felix, I'm very picky with what I eat, especially when it comes to desserts. I doubt they are that wonderful, no offense."

He grinned. "None taken because I'll make you eat some one day whether you like it or not."

"So never? Good." you snickered, but Felix answered back by grabbing your hand and dragging you somewhere. "Felix, the fuck?"

"Do you have school still?"

"No, my day's over, why?"

"You're coming to my place and you're going to eat those brownies. And you will love them." he smiled confidently.

He ignored your incoherent protests and still had a firm grip on your hand. Giving up on trying to change his mind, you looked at your hands intertwined together and noticed how small his were. What was not cute about this man? After walking for a while, you arrived at his dorm. He hurried you inside and you were welcomed by a plate full of the cupcakes, the same he had brought to school that day. You assumed it was his leftovers. They looked delicious, yes, but you were not going to assume just by the look of them.

"Serve yourself." he prompted, but you didn't budge.

He waited for you to move and yet, you were still standing at his entrance. He ended up picking up the plate and bringing it to you. He held it up to you and, with a smile, you refused to eat one. To this, he pouted. He seemed like a pouty person and it was adorable.

"Please..." he pleaded. "Just one bite."

He took one cupcake and offered it to you. At that point, you just couldn't say no. Hesitantly, you took it from him and slowly bit on the food. As you chewed, you were met with an explosion of flavours. While they were intense, they were surprisingly insanely good. Needless to say, you were beyond impressed.

"They're fine, I guess." you lied and his smile dropped.

"Fine? They're fine?"

You felt bad and wanted to tell him the truth, but thinking again, you had an idea. You could not give him the satisfaction of being right. Plus, if this means he'll try to make you like his baked goods by making more, you weren't going to complain. Food is food, after all.

"Yeah, they are fine. I still doubt you made them yourself, though."

In doubt, Felix took one himself to eat and stared at nothing as he munched, proceeding the taste. They were excellent as usual, why weren't you happy with them?

"Do you have a preference for something else? Cupcakes might not be your favourite."

"It's not that, I just don't see how they're so special."

Felix paused a moment. He wasn't sure if you were messing with him, but if you were, you were good because it worked. He wouldn't force anyone to like his food, but you were different for some reason. He just knew he had to prove himself. Why? He wasn't sure why he needed your approval, but he was determined to get it.

"I'll make another type of pastries and you'll let me know if they're good?" he suggested.

"Sure." you acquiesced.

He invited you to sit at the counter and he started to pull out the ingredients. You observed him as he laid out the bowls in front of him, and it was quite attractive how he frowned in concentration and rolled up his sleeves. His forearms were surprisingly veiny, and his muscles flexing as he moved his things around were also something you noticed. Realizing you were literally checking him out, you quickly spoke to snap yourself out of it.

"When did you start baking?"

"Hmm." he thought for a moment. "A few years ago. I don't know why, but I find it satisfying. I don't think about anything else, and the fact I get rewarded with food in the end is a plus."

"Fun." You looked around the place in the meantime. There wasn't much, but it was cozy. "Do you have this place alone?"

He shook his head. "No, there's my roommate Seungmin. He's more often at the coffee shop where we work than at home, though recently he asks me to replace him a lot. I think he's escaping a girl or something."

You laughed, imagining a grown man scared of a girl. "People tend to escape what they like. Maybe that's just the beginning of somethig nice."

He huffed as he placed the flour back in the cabinet. "I doubt it. Seungmin is not so fond of relationships."

"Are you?"

To that, he sent you a knowing smirk. "You curious?"

"I'm just making the conversation." you held your hands up in defense.

"Sure you are." he still grinned.

He focused back on his recipe after you connected your phone to his speaker to play some music. You offered yourself to help but he refused, saying it would ruin the cookies. You found it odd how easy going it was with him despite having met him the day prior. He brought such a warmth and it wasn't difficult to take a liking to him. Most importantly, you were quite mad at Hyunjin for never introducing you to the sweet man.

"How did you meet Hyunjin?" you asked while he put away the tray in the oven.

"Dance club. I thought he was mean at first, but turns out he's only a tall good-looking dumbass." he chuckled.

"That, he is." you laughed with him. "But you're the same year as him?"

"Second year." he corrected. "Same as Seungmin and our friend, Jisung."

"I know him! He lives in the same building as Hyunjin."

Your conversation was cut when the front door opened and, presumably, Seungmin walked in. He looked at you suspiciously, but then smelled the cookies.

"Again?" he said to Felix.

"It's your favourites, don't complain." he rolled his eyes at him.

"What is Hwang Y/N doing in our dorm?" Seungmin asked as if you were not in the room.

"She's here so I can prove to her how good of a baker I am." he said proudly.

"She would love to see us bake together then." he chuckled, but Felix glared at him. "Fine, I'll be in my room."

He left the two of you alone, and you continued to chat with Felix. You didn't see the time pass until the oven's timer rang, indicating that the cookies were ready. Felix got them out and displayed them beautifully on a plate. Then, he opened a drawer full of tupperware boxes and filled three of them. For the last one, he brought it in front of you.

"You can bring them home."

"That's very kind, but I don't think I'll eat the whole box." It was a lie, you knew in advance you would devour it completely by the end of the day.

"Bet."

Putting the box in your hands, he came incredibly close to you. He wasn't a tall guy, but tall enough so he was hovering you. You felt small, but it was somehow comforting. You didn't dare to move, afraid to ruin the moment. You studied his freckles, his soft eyes and the pink of his lips. There was no denying he was good-looking, a hundred times more than your brother you would say.

"Can I have your number? I'd like to do this again with you." he said softly.

He gave you his phone and you entered your phone number. "I should go home, it's late." you said sadly as you gave him back his device.

"Yeah, it might be a good idea." he rubbed the back of his neck. "Tell me about the cookies, yeah?"

"Will do, brownie boy."

The day after, Hyunjin had texted you to tell you that Felix asked him for help to get you to like his pastries. You were touched at how he had to reach out to your brother only to please you. However, he didn't have to do anything since you already thought he was talented. But you lied again, and said they weren't so good. So the week after, he invited you over again to make some cinnamon rolls. This time, though, you had finally admitted how good of a baker he was.

However, it wouldn't be the last time you went over at Felix's to watch him cook, until you actually started to bake with him. The last time you went, he had explained to you each step to make brownies. You had listened attentively and tried your best to be as precise as possible. You could say this moment had pretty much confirmed how close you had become. You had played with flour, which made a mess in the apartment, and you stayed at his place until very late that night, cuddled up to him as you took a little nap. You had learnt quickly he liked physical contact as his way to show he cares for someone, but since he was also chasing Minho around for hugs during practice, you didn't see it as more than friendship. Plus, you were as much of a hugger as he was.

One day, you were in the courtyard reading your book for your class when Byeol came up to you. Removing your earphones, you invited her to sit with you.

"I heard about my brother offering you to live with him." you said with a knowing look, and the girl blushed.

"Yeah, I'm moving in tomorrow, actually. Hyunjin told me he'll skip class to help me out." she let out a laugh.

"I have the afternoon off if you'd like me to stop by." you suggested, though you were pretty sure she would want to be alone with your brother.

"No, it's okay. I have Felix helping me too, so I think I'll be fine. Thank you, though."

One more thing you had learnt about Byeol was that Felix shared everything with her since she didn't talk to many people and he couldn't keep his mouth shut about his own secrets. It was as if she was his personal diary. Since learning this, you became a bit closer with her, in hopes she would know if the guy was as interested in you as you were in him.

"Felix? Can I come, then?"

"Y/N..."

"Please, Byeol. I only see him when baking and dancing, it'd be good to do something else with him."

She eventually agreed and that's how you found yourself in her now-old room with Felix, trying to move her bed out to Hyunjin's place. Though Felix did have a certain amount of muscles, his strength did not correspond to it. To your surprise, you were the one who was able to push the bed further. Giggling as you both mocked him for his lack of endurance, Byeol had nagged you for not actually helping her. In the end, you managed to move the bed and she told you two off, saying she had the rest under control.

"I wanted to try out this doughnut recipe if you wanted to assist me on the task." he said as you walked out of the apartment building.

While you adored cooking with him, the past three weeks had solemnly been this. You were not joking when you said to Byeol you wanted to do something else with him. For once, you felt strong enough to resist his puppy eyes.

"Not this time. Sorry, Lix."

His face dropped when the words left your mouth. While you were comfortable with how the friendship was blooming, Felix was overstressing about it. He wanted to spend as much time with you as possible because you were so easy to be with. He felt the happiest with you, and that's a lot considering he's constantly a ball of sunshine.

"Oh." he murmured, disappointed.

It broke your heart seeing him sad, so you were quick to suggest him an idea. "I do have this new Mario game I bought for my Switch, though. I know you mentioned you like gaming, so if you want to try it out with me."

Grinning from ear to ear, he cheerfully said yes and you were on your way to your dorm. At that point, your hangouts were always at his place, meaning he had never stepped foot in your dorm. You hoped internally that you had cleaned up. When you opened the door, you were happy to see that your dirty dishes and clothes were no longer laying around. Hearing a growl, you searched in the living room for the source of the noise. You soon spotted the black and white ball of floof.

"Kkami!" you ran to the dog and petted him as he tried to run away from you. You eventually managed to pick him up and cuddle him.

"I didn't know you have a dog." he said, joining you to tickle Kkami.

"He's Hyunjin's. He's at my parents' usually, but they went on a trip and Hyunjin can't keep him or he'll make a mess out of his art." you explained, letting him go since he clearly didn't want to be in your arms. "He's not very social, but I know he loves us."

"He's like you! You're mean to me, but I know in reality, you just love me."

While you blushed, you hid it by turning your face away from him and scoffing. "Keep dreaming, Yongbok."

"I told you not to call me that." he complained, but you acted as if you didn't hear.

You opened your Switch, started the game and went to sit next to your friend, giving him a remote. It started well as you were leading on the chart board, until Felix stopped going soft on you and was beating your ass. Again and again, he was winning, and you were growing frustrated. Game rage was never something you liked experiencing, even less in front of the boy you liked. Eventually, you gave up on trying to win, and grew tired as time passed.

Yawning after another round ended, you stood up to turn off the console, and then plopped right back on the couch. Felix scooted closer to hold you in his arms, and you snuggled comfortably into his warmth.

"You okay, Y/N?" he asked softly.

"Mhmm, tired." you mumbled before closing your eyes.

"Can a sweet treat comfort you?" he whispered.

You smiled weakly. "Depends which one."

"Can it be a surprise?"

"Lix…" you whined quietly. "I don't like surprises."

"Just one bite."

Too tired to bicker back, you nodded before you felt him move a bit, probably getting whatever snack he had packed with him. Seconds passed before you felt something on your lips. It was sweet, indeed, but it was definitely not something edible. It was soft and tender, and you recognized Felix's lips despite never having kissed the man. After the shock dissolve, you kissed him back slowly, scooting closer to feel his embrace as much as you could. As it got more heated, his mouth had opened slightly, allowing you to carefully bite his bottom lip. Startled, he back away from you and stared at you in shock.

"What was that?" he shyly spoke, blushing.

"You said one bite." you shrugged your shoulders, and he laughed.

"I should have asked, I'm sorry."

"Hey, I kissed you back. Don't worry about it." you smiled kindly.

"So… um… I kind of like you?" he confessed, though it came out more like a question.

"That's very convincing, yeah." you teased making him pout at you.

"You're mean."

"Sorry, sorry. I like you too." you confessed back.

Not knowing how to answer, Felix could only grin like a child as he grabbed your hand in his, rubbing it softly with thumb. He brought you closer to cuddle, and since you were still very tired, you eventually fell asleep in a matter of seconds. Felix, on the other hand, observe you as you snored quietly, not quite grasping what had just happened.

The next day, you woke up surprisingly late. You noticed the moment you opened your eyes that you were no longer on your couch, but in your bed. Suddenly, you heard a loud thud coming from your kitchen, along with a deep voice cursing. You got up in a hurry and ran to the kitchen to see what was happening. There was Felix, lost in front of your counter as he searched for ingredients. You soon noticed a mixing bowl on the ground, thus the noise from earlier.

"Are you trying to ravage my kitchen or something?" you exclaimed, not sure on how to react to the poor state of your kitchen.

"Good morning to you too." he smiled awkwardly only for you to send him a glare. "I just wanted to make you some pancakes for breakfast, but I never came here before so I have no idea where you stuff is, and I got a bit clumsy so I made a mess… I'm sorry."

You sighed loudly before you picked up the bowl from the ground and went to the counter to reorganize it better. "There you go… You could have woken me up, you know?"

"You look pretty when you sleep." he giggled, and damn, your heart melted.

"I snore."

"And it's adorable." he affirmed. "Now that you're awake, do you want to make those with me?"

"Gladly." you smiled and the two started to mix the ingredients.

Felix was being nothing but a gentleman. He didn't let you do the dishes and hurried to prepare the table. He decorated the pancakes with butter and whipped cream, as well as some fruits. You were still fighting to help him, but he didn't let you as he only allowed you to sit at the table and look beautiful (His words, not mine). After a while, he finally finished everything and brought the plates to the table.

"This looks yummy!" you complimented, clapping your hands in excitement.

"Serve yourself."

You wasted no time to dig in and eat the pancake whole under a minute. You had not even realized how hungry you were until you were already done eating. Felix still had half of his, so he cut a piece he aimed at your mouth as he brought the fork closer.

"That's cheesy."

"Shut up and eat." he rolled his eyes, and you gladly obliged.

"Thank you, Lix. This is so good." you hummed contently.

"My pleasure." he chuckled, but stopped and frowned instead.

He did the same move, only this time, he stopped moving the fork forward and brought it back to his own mouth. You pouted, disappointed, and he could only laugh at you.

"Wait, you have something on your lip."

He leaned closer and reached out to wipe off whatever you had. You thought he was done, but he kept his palm on the side of your face. You eyed him in confusion, and he answered with a smile. Without you noticing, he was getting dangerously closer, making your heart pound. It pounded so loud, you were afraid he was going to hear it. The instant he was close enough to almost be kissing you, he leaned backwards into his seat and laughed cutely.

"You are so evil." you huffed in disbelief.

"What can I say? You like bad boys." he joked.

You could only huff at him once more. "I'm this close to kicking you out of here."

"You wouldn't"

"I totally would."

"No."

"Felix!" you whined, frustrated.

The next month or so was not so different from how things were before. Well, other than some kisses here and there, but you and Felix still acted like friends at school. You had never talked about labels, nor did you speak about your feelings. In other words, the situation was confusing. While he acted like you were one of the bros in public, he was the most touchy person when you would hang out alone. Even then, his behaviour apart from physical contact wasn't that different.

The last day of the semester eventually came. As per usual, a group of guys was staring at you the moment you stepped outside of the classroom, having finished your final exam. You saw a guy, Yooheon you believed, acting more nervous than usual. You didn't think much of it, until he walked up to you.

"Hey, Y/N. I'm actually in your class and, um, I just wanted to ask you something." he spoke anxiously.

"Yeah, I know who you are." you chuckled. "What can I help you with?"

"Do you want to go on a date with me? I believe you are single, so I'm simply taking my chance."

Technically speaking, you were single. With Felix, however, things were blurry. He had never told you how he saw you. Were you his girlfriend or his friend he would occasionally kiss?

"She's with me." you heard a familiar voice coming from behind.

Yooheon bowed apologetically and you gave him a sad smile before he went back to his friends who were teasing him. You turned on your heels and walked away from the scene, a frantic Felix catching up to you.

"Hey, what is it? I saved your ass." he breathed out.

"I didn't need to be saved. I can reject someone alone, you know?"

"Right, but I know he was probably going to insist and then you would have been stuck. With me there, he knows you're taken already." he justified as it made perfect sense in his mind.

"Lix, I'm not taken." you rolled your eyes.

He stopped walking and his eyes squinted, lost. "What are you saying?"

You turned around to face him, and exhaled loudly. "You never explicitly told me we were dating. I mean, on that point, I get it. I've been busy, you've been busy. I can understand we didn't have the mindset to figure that out. However, you only ever kiss me if we are at your place or mine. At school, it's almost as if you see me the same as you see my brother or Minho, or even Seungmin. It's like you're ashamed or something..." you trailed off, uncertain if you worded correctly what had been in your mind.

Felix slowly turned red, and he coughed to buy some time to think, and he then spoke in his turn. "I thought you were not comfortable with PDA or something. I don't know, I just figured it was a "at home" thing? Plus, consider the fact dozens of men are looking at you every day because, might I remind you, you are quite literally the most beautiful girl on campus. And, like, jacked men look at you all day, which can be intimidating. Meanwhile, you chose the guy who bakes cookies and brownies, and who likes Mario Kart." he explained the best he could, without wanting to sound too weird.

You let out a small laugh as a response. "You feel intimidated by other guys?"

He looked around, and nodded slowly in shyness. "Shush, it really is intimidating." You only laughed more, but it kind of reassured Felix in a way. "As for the labels, I just assumed it was obvious you are my girlfriend."

"It wasn't."

"Okay then." he took a deep breath and stepped closer to you, taking your hands. "Hwang Y/N, will you have the pleasure of becoming my girlfriend?"

You smiled at how precious he was being. "Gladly."

With that, he brought you closer to kiss you, other students around watching you as some of them gasped in surprise.

"Ah!" he exclaimed as he pulled away from you. "For Chan's party tonight, you're already stunning but I want you to dress to feel good about yourself."

You couldn't believe how sweet he was being. You had went back to your respective dorms to get ready, and later met up in front of Chan's building to go inside together. Felix had Seungmin and his girlfriend, Dahye, tagging along with you. You were among the first people to get there and installed yourselves comfortably. Felix went to get you some drinks and it didn't get missed by his friends how he called you baby before leaving.

As the evening went on, you were starting to wonder when Hyunjin was going to show up. You had pestered him into coming to the party to socialize for once instead of staying at home. The questioning in your mind was soon answered when you finally spotted Byeol. You got up to hug her tightly, and then doing the same with your brother.

"I could've sworn you wouldn't come and stay at your place to watch cheesy ass movies together." you joked.

Byeol sent you a shy smile and then said "That was the plan."

You smiled at her. "I'm glad you came."

You went back to Felix and he grabbed you by the waist to bring you into his embrace, nuzzling his face into your hair. You chuckled at his behaviour, since he was clearly starting to feel the effects of alcohol.

"Are you okay?" you asked as you rubbed his arm in a soothing way.

"Yeah." he said, voice hoarse. "I just love to have you in my arms."

"I love it too. A lot." you murmured to him, and he pecked your cheek lovingly.

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids series #stray kids scenarios #stray kids college au #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfic #stray kids your eyes #stray kids felix #lee felix #lee felix x reader #lee felix fluff #lee felix college au #lee felix scenarios

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Clown Around and Find Out Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie decides to play a prank on Evil Woman, and quickly finds out just how dangerous that is. Contains: A quiet night alone, a bad idea, an Evil Woman secret, excessive cursing, panic, rage, attempted murder, happy ending. Words: 1.8k Note: This takes place in the fall of 1990.

"She's gonna murder you."

"No, she's not," Eddie grins, admiring his outfit in the mirror.

"Don't you think it's kinda mean?" Jeff asks.

"That's what makes it funny!" Grant insists.

"She is literally going to murder you," Gareth reiterates.

"She is not! It's just a jump-scare, she's gonna know it's me in like a second!"

"You're gonna give the poor girl a heart attack!" Jeff tries again.

"You guys are no fucking fun anymore," Eddie grumbles, picking up the mask he'd found in a clearance bin after Halloween and modified for this very occasion. "I'm outta here."

"It's your funeral, man," Gareth shrugs.

After a few years of living with Eddie, you learned to appreciate your alone time. You loved him with everything you had, but even (mostly) domesticated, your beloved trash panda was still a lot to handle. So somewhere along the way, a night of band practice for Eddie started to mean a quiet night alone with a book or a "chick movie" for you. You'd never admit it to him, but you enjoyed these peaceful nights.

However, about a week ago, you and Eddie sat down with a bowl of popcorn to watch the new Stephen King miniseries.

IT.

You'd both read the book when it first came out and thought it was awesome.

Seeing it in your living room, on the other hand, was not so awesome.

You hated that fucking clown.

The mile-high forehead. The nose that looked like a blood blister about to pop. The fucking fangs. The whole luring-children-into-the-sewer-and-eating-them thing. Nope, nope, nope.

Eddie had watched the whole thing with fascination. You'd focused your eyes on the dusty little houseplant that lived below the TV whenever that thing was on screen.

And still, it invaded your nightmares.

So tonight, your quiet night alone was something of a nightmare as well. It was so quiet, every little creak echoed through the house.

You put on a movie - an old favorite that calmed your nerves for its duration - but as soon as the soothing whir of the tape rewinding ended with a clunk, the house resumed its creaking. You decided to do some laundry, hoping the washing machine would drown out the little noises that kept making you jump.

You gathered the basket of dirty clothes, hauled it to the laundry room, and began sorting. Still too quiet. You started singing the first song that came to mind to combat the silence as you loaded the washer and poured in the detergent.

When you turned to reach for the cap, you gasped.

There was a fucking clown standing in the doorway. Big forehead. Round nose. Frizzy hair. Ruffled shirt with ridiculously large pom-poms down the front. White gloves.

It's not real. Remember when a cardinal flew past you the other day, and you freaked out because all you saw was a flash of red, and you thought of that fucking clown? It's not real.

And then it fucking moved.

You shrieked and jumped backward, colliding with the wall of your tiny laundry room. There's no fucking way out of here. There are no weapons. If you survive this, you're going everywhere with a machete strapped to you for the rest of your life.

It crosses its arms.

Just like you've seen someone else do on occasion.

"Edward Munson, if you don't have that fucking mask off in 3 seconds, you are in for a WORLD of fucking hurt."

The clown throws up both hands in an exaggerated shrug.

It's just Eddie, right? Fucking with his poor little chicken? He'd laughed after you told him about the first clown nightmare, giving you an "awww" and a patronizing kiss on the forehead. It's just Eddie thinking he's funny. Which he's not. He's really not.

"Eddie, I'm fucking warning you."

But what if it's not him?

It takes a leap toward you.

You grab the handle of the laundry detergent - the big value-sized kind in a jug - and hurl it at the clown with everything you've got.

As if it were traveling in slow motion, you see the blue liquid begin to spill from the spout, somehow spreading in every direction; if you lived through this, you'd probably spend the next week scrubbing laundry detergent from every square inch of this room.

The clown ducks and misses the heavy jug, which hits the wall in the hallway and falls to the floor, but still gets doused in blue. It looks down at the liquid seeping into its stupid ruffly shirt, and you reach for the jug of bleach on the floor.

"You think this is funny, motherfucker?"

The clown holds out one of its gloved hands and takes a step closer, and it fills you with rage. If this is Eddie, you're gonna kill him and bury him in the back yard. If it's NOT Eddie, you're gonna kill it and call the cops. You fling the bleach at it, and this time, it's not quick enough. The clown tries to duck out of the way again, but the bottle makes contact with its side before falling to the ground.

The clown bends over with a grunt, clutching the spot where you hit it. Its massive forehead slowly rises to look at you. All you can see are dark holes where eyes should be. You grab the bottle of fabric softener and send it flying toward the clown's face. Direct hit, and a muffled cry from the clown.

You reach for the iron and grip the handle hard. If you die tonight, at least you're gonna take that ugly-ass motherfucker down with you.

The clown grumbles something from behind the mask, but you can't understand it. It stumbles backward. You raise the iron, wishing it were hot so you could melt this motherfucker's face off.

The white glove starts fumbling with the frizzy red wig, then pulls it off. A familiar mop of brown hair comes into view.

You're relieved for half a second, and then you're back to irate.

"You fucking ASSHOLE! What is WRONG with you?!"

"I thought it would be funny," he winces, standing and rubbing the spot on his side where you'd hit him with the bleach. "When did you get so violent?"

When did you get so violent?? You can feel the rage bubbling over again, and Eddie can see that he's still in danger. You slam the iron down on top of the washer, and he jumps at the sound.

"Okay, woah, I'm sorry," he says, backing toward the door. "I didn't think you'd freak out this bad."

You slowly advance on him, filling with fury.

"Stop. Stop." He holds his still-gloved hands up in surrender. You clench your fists and prepare to strike.

He makes his move a split second before you do.

You pounce, and he escapes. The door slams in your face.

"YOU'RE A DEAD MAN, MUNSON!"

"I said I was sorry!"

You try the doorknob, but it won't turn. This door locks from the inside. He's holding onto it.

"You really think locking me in here is a good idea?" you seethe.

"You're not locked in."

You smack your hand on the door where you suspect his face is on the other side.

"Hey!" Damn, you're good.

"Let me out."

"Not until you calm down."

"Is it ever a good idea to tell a girl to calm down, Edward?"

A thump comes from the door, as if he's just banged his head against the other side.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't know it would freak you out that bad. You said you had a dream about the clown, and I thought it was cute, then I saw the mask and decided to fix it up and mess with you."

You feel the adrenaline draining from your body at the sound of his stupid voice. You both love and hate this power he has over you.

You sigh and lean your head against the door. "I've been dreaming about it every night," you admit, removing your hand from the knob.

"Every night?"

"Every night."

"Fuck."

You step away from the door and shimmy yourself up onto the dryer, sitting on top with your legs crossed.

"If I open the door, are you gonna murder me?"

"Only time will tell," you deadpan.

The door opens a sliver, and you see puffy red eye staring at you through the crack. He eases it open the rest of the way, but remains in the hallway.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

Your life-or-death rush has faded; you're too tired to shoot him the withering glare he deserves.

He approaches you cautiously, still not entirely convinced that he'll live to see tomorrow.

"Take that stupid shirt off."

He whips it off and throws it over his shoulder. The gloves follow.

"Are you okay?" he asks again.

You sigh, close your eyes, and lean forward. He closes the distance and wraps his arms around you.

"I really am sorry," he whispers into your hair.

"I'm sure you'll find a way to make it up to me."

He hums in acknowledgement and holds you tighter. You rest your cheek against his warm chest for a few minutes, replaying the events of tonight. You'd probably be laughing about this in a few years, and telling this story at parties. But for now, you were just glad you hadn't really killed him. You quite liked this idiot. Most of the time.

"Are you okay?" you ask. "Aside from your slow reflexes?"

"Couldn't see shit in that mask."

"Excuses, excuses. Answer the question."

"I'll be fine," he chuckles. "Just like being back in high school and fucking with the jocks. 'Cept your aim's better. And they never cuddled me after they threw shit at me."

Both of your shoulders shake in silent laughter.

When you pulled away and opened your eyes again, you were greeted by the sight of blue splatters everywhere. Everywhere. How did one jug even hold that much? How the hell did it get on the ceiling?

"Looks like somebody jerked off a Smurf in here," you observe.

Eddie snorts, which makes you snort, and then you both start laughing. And just like that… everything was okay again.

Two Days Later

The Corroded Coffin boys put down their instruments and stood together when Eddie's van roared up the driveway, waiting to hear about The Pennywise Incident. He took his time getting his guitar and approaching the garage, then walked right by them without a word. He turned his back and ignored them while he set up his gear.

The trio closed in on him.

"How'd it go, man?" Grant prompted. "Did she freak?"

"Did she make you sleep in the van?" Jeff laughed.

Eddie turned around and took off his sunglasses with an unamused huff, revealing the black eye the fabric softener had given him.

"Told you so," Gareth smirked.

#writings of despair #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #for the record? she'd never really hurt him out of anger.#he's flight. she's fight. neither of them would know what to do if she actually caught him. good thing he's good at running.#congrats to me who has grown so desensitized to the curry clown while researching this that i wish i'd found a way to use chucky instead #skarsgard? fine. curry? nope.#in anything #do not like that guy's face

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Jack and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week

Part Two

Warnings: angst, language

The last month had been agonizingly slow for you. The little voice in the back of your mind was a manipulative bitch, and at this point you were numb to the attacks.

He’s already out there fucking other girls

He was always gonna leave you

He never loved you

Your apartment was a mess, stacks of takeout boxes piled on the counter, weeks worth of laundry that either needed to be washed or folded had made it into the same pile and were now indistinguishable, cluttered your apartment.

There were also pieces of Jack everywhere around your place, and they weren’t always things you could pick up and throw away so easily. You could box up his hoodies and his shirts you had grown attached to and give them to good will, but you could never truly be free of the impact he had on your life. His laugh echoed in your mind as you laid in your bed, memories of laughing till you cried as the two of you talked until the early morning, keeping you awake at night.

You had missed calls from your friends and family who had all heard about the break up and wanted to check in, but you didn't answer any of them. You thought isolating yourself after ending your relationship with Jack was the best way to heal, and you couldn't have been more wrong.

It wasn't working. You missed him just as much today as you did 30 days ago, and it was killing you. You were a shell of the person you used to be, and you weren't sure if anyone was going to see your old self again, not even you.

He ruined you forever

Stop missing him, he doesn’t miss you

You’re unlovable, and you always will be

“God, can you please shut the fuck up?”, you pounded at your head. Your words echoed through your empty apartment. There was no one here to hear your cries for help, and maybe it was better that way.

The only reason you were even leaving the house was to stock up on some food, so you could retreat into yourself for another few weeks. You threw on an old pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, throwing your hair into a ponytail before you left your apartment.

You went through the motions, smiling at people you passed, striking up a conversation with the cashier, pretending to care about anything but the man who broke your heart. To anyone who didn't know you personally, it would appear that you were perfectly fine, even though that couldn't be further from the truth.

You slung your tote bag carrying your groceries over your shoulder as you scrolled through your phone, walking back to your apartment.

*30 Missed Calls from Mom*- you'd call her later when you were ready to hear a lecture about perseverance

*50 Unopened Text Messages*- old invites from friends wanting to take you out to get drunk and get over that fuck boy you'd been dating

You ignored them all, indifferent to their concern. The only thing that caught your attention was one missed voicemail. You stopped in the stairwell, pressing play on the message before you put the phone to your ear and continued taking the steps.

"Hey, Y/N, this is Urban. I don't know why I'm saying that, you know who this is. Unless you don't have my number saved anymore, which I totally would understand. Jack and I are kind of a package deal-.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that Jack is in the hospital. He collapsed during sound check here in New York. Somethings been going on with him, fuck, I'm saying that like you aren't going through the same thing right now.

Listen, I don't expect you to do anything with this information, if you didn't want to see him I would totally understand, but I thought that you should know. I really hope you're doing okay, kiddo, and if you need me, I'm here. Again, this is Urban. Bye."

****

"Hey", Jack's voice startled you, making your phone fly out of your hand, smashing the screen in the process. There he was, the same guy who had walked out on you, who turned his back on you when you needed him the most, sitting in the stairwell of your apartment building.

You were silent, tight lipped as you took in his appearance. He looked terrible, like he had gone 12 rounds in a knock-down, drag-out fight with a heavyweight champion in the ring.

"I got here, climbed all of these damn stairs, and realized I left my key card on your kitchen counter that night." He explained weakly, motioning towards the door. "Elevator is still broken, piece of shit. I always hated the fact that you lived here, this apartment building is garbage", he muttered under his breath, but you heard every word.

Jack was rambling, hoping that at some point you'd stop him, come running into his arms, and for the first time he'd be able to breathe again. But instead, you just stood there, so he continued to ramble.

"I came here right from the airport. Still have the hospital bracelet on." He held his arm out revealing the plastic wristband. He let out a laugh, but there was no humor in it, only desperation and sadness.

"Had to lie to Neelam and everything." He looked at you, tears brimming in his eyes. "Please say something."

He left you

He left you!

Your next steps took everything in you. As you walked pass him, Jack closed his eyes, allowing the tears to flow, listening to the beep of your key card and the door unlocking.

****

Four Weeks Ago

You climbed the final step to your floor, gripping the handrail. Jack followed behind you, his hand on your lower back. You sighed as you reached the door, turning on your heels with your hand out to face Jack.

"What?", he asked with a cheeky smile on his face.

"I forgot my key card again. Can you let us in?" You pulled your lip out in a pitiful pout, Jack's resolve weakening immediately. He gently pushed you against the cold metal, grazing his nose against yours before you locked lips. His hands roamed your body like he was desperate to find something. You felt him sigh into your mouth as his hands found your face, his thumbs gently brushing against your cheeks.

You pulled away before he was ready, chuckling to yourself. "The key, Jack."

He let out a huff, pulling out his wallet. "Remind me again why you won't just move in with me? My building has an elevator." You rolled your eyes as you opened the door, taking Jack's hand as you walked down the hallway to your apartment. "I like living here, and I like living alone."

"You do know that once we get married, we're going to live together, right?" Jack leaned against the doorframe, watching you search through your purse.

You squinted your eyes at him, pulling out your keys. "I always thought you were going to move in here." You flipped on the light to your kitchen, dropping your purse by the door. Jack threw his key card on your kitchen counter. "Yeah, that's never gonna happen."

You stripped your sweater off as you walked to your bedroom, throwing it on the bed. Jack threw himself back on the mattress, watching you move through the motions of getting ready for bed. "Maybe we can go look at some places together, next weekend. I'm serious about us moving in together, Y/N."

You stopped, focusing on his glistening blue eyes as he looked at you with so much love and adoration. You felt your face flush, your stomach full of butterflies. You climbed over him, hovering about his broad shoulders.

"Ok, but I have a couple of conditions." Jack pulled you down so your body weight was fully on his, wrapping his arms around your torso. "Shoot."

"One, it needs to have enough closet space. I have a lot of shoes." Jack pushed a strand of hair out of your face, tracing your jawline with his index finger. "Done."

"Two-" Jack felt his phone vibrating in his back pocket. "I've gotta get that."

You pushed off of his chest, sitting into his lap. "No, ignore it. We barely get any time together, no work tonight."

"It could be Neelam. I'm not really in a position to ignore my team's calls." You sighed, climbing off of Jack's lap onto your feet. "Five minutes."

"Five minutes", he agreed sitting up. You left the door cracked, giving him some privacy. You felt a tinge of anger in your chest as you went to the kitchen. You were so proud of Jack's success and was glad that he was getting the recognition he rightly deserved, but you were getting tired of always being understanding of the impromptu work calls, and Jack canceling plans with you because of work commitments.

You caught him as he walked out of the bedroom, sending off texts from his phone. "So I was thinking, there's this house a couple blocks from here that I have been in love with since I've moved here. I think it would be perfect for us. What do you think about us looking at it this weekend?"

Jack looked up, his face riddled with guilt. You knew that look well; he was about to make up some excuse about how he had some last minute appearance or studio time that he just couldn't miss.

"Forget it." You felt the lump build in the back of your throat, your eyes starting to sting with tears.

"Babe, you know I can't say no to anything with work. I'm still trying to build my career, make a name for myself. We'll do it some other time." Jack stepped towards you, trying to pull you into his arms, but you backed away.

"Is this what its going to be like when we get married? Am I always going to come second to you?" You hated how jealous and bratty you sounded in the moment.

Jack sighed, leaning against the counter as he crossed his arms over his chest and hung his head. "Please, baby, don't do this again."

"Do what? Beg you to put me first for once? Trust me, I'm getting tired of it too." This night had quickly turned sour, months of built up anger and frustration spilling out of you. "I don't know if I want to live my life like this, Jack."

You could see his neck start to get red, a sign he was agitated. "What do you want from me? Do you want me to stop working and spend all of my time here with you in this crappy apartment? Is that what you want? Would that make you happy?"

"God, when did you become such a pretentious asshole? This apartment is where I first told you I loved you, where we first made love, and now its crappy? I didn't realize I meant that little to you." You could barely speak, you were crying so hard. You tried to catch your breath and steady yourself, but it was all in vain.

"Stop putting words in my mouth." Jack pulled at his curls, scrunching his eyes closed. "You know I didn't mean it that way."

"Then, please, tell me what you meant, Jack." You immediately wished you hadn't said that, because you didn't think you were going to like what you were about to hear.

"You have no idea that pressure that I am under. Everyone wants something from me, wants everything that I can give. Its exhausting, and now you're telling me that you want me to put all of that, everything that I've worked so damn hard for, to the side because you're jealous?"

You were stunned. He hadn't heard one word that you had said, he was so caught up in trying to defend himself.

"Jack-"

"I don't have anything else to give! I don't have anything left in me!" He punctuated his sentence with a sharp breath, feeling himself go light-headed. You were silent for a few moments, and the quiet was making Jack's skin crawl.

"Jack, I don't want something from you. I don't want your money, or the things you can give me. I want you." You wiped a stray tear from your cheek. "I have always only ever wanted you."

Jack felt his chest tighten. He knew where this was going, and in no way was it ending well. If he stayed, this fight would always hang over your head. He knew it wasn't the last time work was going to take priority, and he wasn't sure if he could take seeing you this upset again.

"I think we're done here." Jack balled up his fist, his finger nails digging into the palm of his hand.

"Fine. Maybe you should go back to your place, and I'll talk to you later." You looked at your feet, afraid to make eye contact with him.

"No." Jack pinched the bridge of his nose, his head throbbing. "I think we're done here for good. This isn't gonna work out anymore." Jack tried to stand up and walk out, but he couldn't feel his legs beneath him.

"Wait, what are you talking about?" You felt nauseous, like the moment you opened your mouth, you were going to be sick right there in the kitchen.

"I'm making this easy for the both of us. I can't do this anymore, Y/N. I'm sorry."

You flinched as you heard the door slam closed. You followed his heavy footsteps down the hall, hearing the stairwell door swing open and closed as well.

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chaoticsomeone · 10 months

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Blood and Hearts

Redhood x Heartrender!Reader(GN)

Redhood is being tortured. It was like all before. Joker. He seems powerless. Unable to fight due to his PTSD. You, his S/O saved him and earned yourself a spot in the Batfamily.

First time writing a fic so feedback will be appreciated

Heartrenders have the ability to manipulate the body. They can snatch the air from your lungs, slow your pulse until you fall into a coma, or even literally crush your heart—all if they can see their enemies

You sensed something was wrong. Jason hasn't returned. It was 2 am. Jason promised to be back by now. You rushed to call Babs.

Babs had told you that she has lost contact with Jason a few minutes before you called. And the last minute of the call she could hear the Joker. Batman and the others have tried to locate him but is unsuccesful. You loved Jay very much. You've been together for 3 years. He always is a man of his word. Even though you two were close, he never knew of your Grisha powers, Heartrending.

You put on your red kefta-like suit you kept hidden for so long. "It still fits like a glove" you muttered to yourself. Before going to find him. You held your shimmering scale necklace, an amplifier and a gift from Sankta Alina. Your mother and a Saint.

You were trained by some great grisha in your dimension. Notably the King and enrolled in a school for high-ranking Grisha. So you have learned to be agile yet perfectly accurate in all your movements.

Jumping roof to roof trying to find Jay yourself. After 15 minutes you gave up and called Dick. "Hey Dick, I know Jay is in trouble. Please let me help. I can be a good asset. Just meet me somewhere please." You said, you sounded determined yet worried. "Uh Y/N its dangerous, we're facing the Joker again. But the old bat agreed you can meet us atop the second tallest building in Gotham.

Once you arrived, you saw all the bats prepared. Robin's stern face, Nightwing's worried look and the girls talking with each other. Without Red, your Jay you felt weird again. You shaked that feelingwi off and sensed how worried Bruce was. Dick brought you to the bats and you were questioned about what you were wearing. "Did you become a vigilante too or something?" Dick asked, his grin is unmistakeable. You just smiled and said "You'll see, I have something that will assist us" You two decided to talk with the others for leads. After around 20 minutes you all decided you'd be going in partners checking 4 spots they had narrowed down. Bruce was reluctant to let you go but since Dick will be protecting you he finally allowed you to come along. Dick and you, Cass and Steph, Damian and Bruce, lastly Duke and Tim went your own ways soon after.

As Dick swung across buildings you leapt great distances. All the vehicles were used so you two were resorted to this. Along the way he asked you about what you meant with the suit and all. You finally opened up to being a Grisha Heartrender and Tailor and being from another universe entirely. You told him what you could do. After some more tlaking you finally arrived at the abandoned zoo. The smell of carcasses flooded your nose. With a swish of a hand you got rid of your ability to smell, offering to do the same for Nightwing.

Once you two were ready you walked around. After a few minuted passed you heard Jason's heavy panting and Joker's maniacal laugh. Nightwing will be flanking them behind them while you walking to them directly from a point where they both can see you clearly.

Raising your hands while muttering "saints, mom, help me" you moved your hands intricately yet quickly to give Joker a heart attack. While Joker was struggling you brought Redhood back to the present. You walked and talked to him while Nightwing holds the Joker's struggling body. You empowered Red and Nightwings body is a quick swish of your hands. Red got back to normal the moment Joker survived the heart attack. He wanted to ask you why you're there and all but you gave him a sharp look that said stay focused ask later. Red and Nightwing took turns attacking him. You threw them a nearby rope. You slowed the Joker's heartbeat putting him into a coma. Making it easier for Jay to carry him through the Night. But Joker was not an ordinary mortal. He some how managed to wake. Punching Red in the face. At this point you were angry. Your hands moved faster than ever gracefully dancing. You decided to use a harsher method of giving him a heartattack while squeezing his lungs. After Red and Nightwing got him tied up you put him into a deep coma with Redhood's punch and your powers.

Silence was all you all could hear. The other's landing breaked the silence. Batman hugged Redhood tightly. Red said "Wow Old man you actually missed me" as he took a step back. The bats looked at you and smiled or thanked you one way or another. They asked you to join them in certain missions. Jay especially was smiling, as he walked to you then lifted you up as he kissed you. You were relieved he's alive. But tomorrow you're sure you'd be given a lot of questions to answer to.

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.....fuck. Ok, so the simple answer is Cassandra's going Nightmare King. But that "she's at my side once more" thing gives me hope that this is something else and not entirely Kristens fault. Could be the Elf side of Galacaea reacting badly to the Wolf side gaining prominence and she's trying to grab for any piece of her old self to gain a controlling foothold. On the lighter side of things, Kristen believing she's a full-on actual political candidate and trying to give a speech to steel-workers was gut-bustingly hilarious. Less light-hearted, Adaine needs to stop attacking her financial woes as a teenager and start attacking it as a wizard adventurer. And lose the crap job, a 40% discount is not worth those 8 hours she's losing every shift. She can get a lot more done with that time. But she's a kid who's trying to solve this on her own instead of the common sense move of reaching out to adults who know more. Siobhan commits to the bit, I'll give her that. Bizarely, Gorgugs 400% course load is actually is the most solvable problem. Get Digby and Wilma to tutor him and help him speedrun through the Freshman and Sophomore material and then play catch-up on the Junior year material. He might have drop the Owl Bears, he needs those hours. Fig is killing it so hard in all her classes, it would be fucking hilarious if she's the Bad Kid who graduates as valedictorian. This one ran long, sorry about that.

OK, my quick thoughts on everything before I sit down to write this recap tomorrow (I finished my notes today--geez these JY eps are LONG):

Kristen: Wild that the thing Kristen has chosen to go all in on is her high school bid for class president and not *gestures vaguely* literally anything else. Funny, but wild. My best guess until we have more info is that this is an "As above so below" thing because the wizards getting ripped and aggressive is super random except for the fact that the main things that Kristen has been doing in the past few months is getting ripped and being aggressive to Cass. But we're working with incomplete info so we'll see.

Adaine: Girl, take Aelwyn's chest of rubies and sell it for cash and buy stuff with that! Or better yet, use your Oracle/general divination powers to figure out the lotto numbers/stock futures and exploit that! Honestly, even killing your mom is a better plan that working at Fantasy Auntie Anne's!

Gorgug: :( Hang in there buddy. It's wild when everyone else is dealing with kind fantasy problems--even Adaine's thing is tinged with Fantasy what with the absurdity of the items she needs to get--and Gorgug is just dealing with…a completely regular school problem. That's rough man. I personally feel like I'd try to join a club or something to show off my skills rather than doing it on the books if this requires a 400% course load but I hope he can make it work. Though, it would also be interesting for them to do a, "There's no shame in trying and failing," storyline because man that's just so much work and that's an important thing to learn.

Fabian: If you want Adaine to be at your party then give her some of your massive pile of gold so she doesn't have to work a crappy mall job. The girl is filtering gold flecks out of discounted booze and you know that because you're the one who gave her permission to do it. Either help her or don't be sulky when she can't make your shrimp party!

Fig: Fig as surprise valedictorian has the same energy as Annie realizing she and Shirley are neck in neck for the position even though Annie is the type A control freak (this is a Community ref for anyone who's like whomst?). That would be so funny. But also, it wouldn't be crazy! Fig was super preppy before she decided to be punk. I wouldn't be surprised if her grades were always good and she's also passionate about everything she does. If she wasn't set on sticking it to the man, she'd be so so so solid.

Riz: You didn't mention him but I wanted to give him a section anyway. Hi Riz :)

OK, that's it for now. Can't wait for next ep! (And no worries about this ask being long. I like getting long D20 Asks!)

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wannab-urs · 18 days

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Hiii! Forgive me if you already have this info posted somewhere that I didn't find, but I have been in desperate need of some Comfort Joel Miller... 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 Because real life has been stressful enough and riddled with anxiety 😩 And while I'm ALL about smutty goodness, I could really use some Emotional Hurt/comfort (or physical/protective), depressy/anxy, supportive bby boi shit to read. I'm not sure the best way to go about finding those stories specifically... So I figured I'd ask if you or writers you know have fic recommendations in those categories?? If so, that would be amazing 🖤

Hellooooo. I adore getting fic rec requests. Most of these are gonna have smut in them because I am just a girl (gn), but a few don't. I included some alternative stuff that's a little outside what you asked for, but similar enough.

Disclaimer: I have not read every fic on this list

One shots:

Breathe Through It by @tommysversion

Summary: you have a panic attack. Joel helps.

This is the one I think will be perfect for your request

Illicit Affairs by @schnarfer

Summary: A little angst-ridden affair with Joel Miller, as a treat?

From the author: "there is a butt load of angst and emotions? He's very supportive (of having an affair with him)"

Heavy Rain by @lunitawrites

summary: It´s been raining for weeks when Joel finds you curled up on his couch.

recced by @janaispunk !

Walking Through Fire by @macfrog

summary: you’re neck-deep in a bout of seasonal depression. your boyfriend suggests an autumnal walk.

recced by @janaispunk

Observations by @ezrasbirdie

summary: You're not like the other girls, but it'd be easier if you were. Joel Miller doesn't see it that way.

recced by @janaispunk

Series:

One Thing I'm Missing by @joelscruff

you and joel accidentally end up falling asleep together, and what follows is the beginning of a quiet and tender relationship neither of you saw coming

forever is the sweetest con by sistersadeyes (AO3)

Summary: your life, post-apocalypse, and the surly old survivor who darkens your door. Growing up with a doomsday prepper as a father hadn't been easy. But after the Outbreak, you can't help but feel a little grateful to the old man. You're almost sad he didn't make it long enough to see how right he'd been. You inherit the farm, the stockpile, and the bunker months before the Outbreak. And in the aftermath, you use it to prove that human kindness still exists, helping all those you can. Set 5 years after the Outbreak.

I cannot recommend this fic enough dawg

One Day at a Time by @sixhours

Summary: Joel becomes a dad. Again

Lots and lots of emotions, lots of growing together, very sweet, made me cry

A Heart For Eating by @motherofagony

Summary: a vicious raider attack robs you of human connection and lights a fire of destruction in your life in jackson. joel's fixated on you, and your lives tangle. revenge becomes a needful thing.

Mind the warnings, but this one is excellent. Joel's savior complex is nothing to be scoffed at.

WILDCARD -- ever thought about Din and Joel together? Do you like really long series?? I've got the fic for you

Cosmic Oddities by fromthewhales (AO3)

Summary: Turning a clan of two into a clan of four and asking the very important, albeit unhinged question: What if space dad and apocalypse dad were Weird About Each Other?

It's long as hell and it's a weird pairing and it fills my heart with joy. Joel and Din both have some hurt and they both give some comfort. this whole fic just makes me feel soft. It's precious.

Some hurt/comfort one shots but it's Joel that needs comforting:

Father's Day by @proxima-writes

Summary: Father’s Day is hard for Joel Miller after losing his daughter.

Seven by @proxima-writes

Summary: Joel Miller has spent twenty years pushing the grief and guilt surrounding the death of his daughter, Sarah, to the darkest recesses of his brain in favor of survival. Living a more quiet life in Jackson means the ghosts of his past have returned to haunt him. He finds his solace in you, the town librarian.

help me hold on to you by @proxima-writes

Summary: Joel always tries his best to keep his mind from wandering to its darkest corners, but occasionally, the frayed threads holding him together with sloppy stitches start to unravel. Sometimes you need to give him something to hold onto.

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imagine-knb · 7 months

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Hiii! It’s me! Can i request gom future reunion? So gom + Kagami going on trip or picnic, and they bring their own child. Please make Kise child twins. Sorry If my request make you confused (?) bcs this was also my first time requesting again 😅😭. If i may ask, is it okay If i send request more than once?

Hi! Yes, of course you can send in more than one request at a time! Just keep in mind, depending on how many asks are in my inbox, I may not answer them chronologically! Admin Neon

A decade had passed since their respective graduations. Ten long years where dress fittings of caps and gowns, the hassle of ensuring all credits were in order, and the buzz of ceremonies had become nothing but a distant memory.

Life had an interesting way of evolving over time. They never thought the day would come where their priorities would shift from their beloved sport to the new lives ahead of them, but each of them had changed anyway. New hobbies were picked up, forever careers were started, and different paths were followed. Despite these changes however, one thing remained: the bond between them.

Kuroko — the teacher

he doesn't have any kids of his own yet, but he and his partner are currently expecting

he's great with kids — comes with the territory of his job — so he spends a lot of the reunion corralling his friends' kids together

"Please be careful," Kuroko warned as he trailed after the kids playing in the backyard, instincts taking over.

He watches as the children — all perfect mixes of their parents — run around the large grassy area. He nearly has a heart attack when Aomine's daughter, dressed in a princess dress that's already covered in dirt stains, attempts to climb up the plastic slide in the yard going to wrong way. She's slipping every few steps and Kuroko is beside her, hands held out to catch her in case of an emergency. Somewhere behind him, closer to where the rest of the parents were mingling, he hears the keening cry of an infant — Kagami's. Fighting the urge to turn and look for the problem, Kuroko lets out a silent breath of relief when Aomine's daughter finally sits down and uses the slide properly.

He wonders if his own child will be this rambunctious one day.

Kagami — the fireman

he's a brand-new dad as evidenced by the bouncing baby boy he's holding in his arms, the babe not even a year old yet

as he's reminiscing with friends, he's telling them about how excited he is to teach his son his favorite sport one day — gets mad when Aomine says his daughter will kick his son's ass in basketball

"You're doing it wrong."

Kagami wants to retort Aomine's huffed comment, but he knows the quip he has reeling in his head would come out biting and only jostle the bundled child he's carrying. And what if he's right? After all, Aomine had been a father for much longer than Kagami — he was experienced. So instead, Kagami sits back in his chair as he fixes the other male with a glare. Large hands shift, moving his baby's weight until the child is safely tucked against his chest. The previous wail from his son turn into gentle cooing sounds, filling his ears as the tension he had felt prior melts away.

"Like that?" he asks, reassured when Aomine gives him a single approving nod.

Kise — the pilot

his twin girls are the light of his life and he would do anything to make them happy — they're a little spoiled in that regard

normally dresses his daughters in cute, matching outfits because he's a great dad and can totally tell them apart at first glance, but today they're dressed in opposing colors for his friends' sakes

"Papa?" Kise looks down to where one of his daughters is tugging on his pant leg, the thumb of her free hand pressed to her lower lip as if she had been just sucking on it. "Why is that baby so fat?"

The blonde man splutters at his daughter's innocent question, returning the glare Kagami was now directing at him with an apologetic grimace. With corralling hands, Kise ushers his younger girl away from where Kagami and Aomine are lounging and closer to the grassy field where most of the kids are playing. His eyes scan the large backyard, spotting his eldest daughter on a slide that he thinks is much too tall for her. His nerves are only calmed by the presence of Kuroko nearby — he could hear the former shadow's voice gently scolding Aomine's daughter for trying not to wait her turn on the backyard playground.

"Papa will answer your question later. Why don't you go play with your sister?"

Aomine — the cop

had he been younger, Aomine might've been jealous that Kagami had a boy first, but as it was now, Aomine adored his little girl — he was the first of this group to have a kid, so she's the oldest of this newer generation

having a girl has softened him to the sweeter things in life while also hardening him for the things she may face one day — all in all, his daughter has matured him

"Hey, brat! Uncle Tetsu already told you once to wait your turn!"

Aomine chuckles as his scolding is met with furrowed brows and a small pink tongue sticking out at him. He watches as his daughter, already so much taller than the other children, climbs off the plastic slide and switches her focus onto a nearby muddy puddle. Her dress, once a soothing baby blue, became covered in more stains as she dug her hands through the earth for something else to play with. His spouse was going to kill him.

"Man, I didn't expect raising a girl to be so difficult," Aomine gripes.

Midorima — the doctor

his little girl ends up being as much of a bookworm as her dad, so she spends a lot of the reunion with her nose in a novel that looks way too complicated for her age

since he's a doctor, Midorima's daughter has seemed to pick up on a lot of his teachings — namely, she finds anything she considered germ-riddled to be abhorant

"It doesn't have to be. You're just doing it wrong," Midorima mimics Aomine's earlier insult toward Kagami, the smirk on his face intending to be teasing and non-serious.

He avoids Aomine's seething look by glancing down at his own daughter beside him. Her eyes are cast downward, laser focused on a book she had chosen for herself for the trip — it was the third time she was reading it. Midorima feels a satisfied smile melt his previous smirk as he watches her. The soft moment between them is only broken by another small intruding hand, covered in crumbs and holding a half eaten cookie.

"Ew, it's already bitten!" his daughter squeals, recoiling away from the offering.

Murasakibara — the pastry chef

nobody expected Murasakibara to want children, but he's already got two little ones — a girl, then a boy, only a year apart — that have just as big of a sweet tooth as him, if not bigger

he makes sugary confections for a living, so hyperactive kids are drawn to him much to his chagrin; thankfully one of his kids seemed to have inherited his lax attitude toward life, but the other one...

"What did I say about sharing things we've already put our mouth on?"

With a hand much larger than his son's, Murasakibara plucks the half eaten cookie out of his hands and replaces it with a whole one that had been covered in plastic that morning — upon Midorima's request, of course. Murasakibara sighs in slow relief as the second cookie is accepted, glad that there wouldn't be a meltdown — his son always had meltdowns. When he takes his eyes of his son and shifts them over to his daughter, he notices a small redheaded boy trying to coax her away.

"Go play for a bit. It's good for you," he tells her, immediately grimacing afterword. The phrase reminded him of when he'd get the same scolding from his mother.

Akashi — the professional shogi player

Akashi is the one who called upon his friends for the reunion, so it's being held at his expansive home — as such, his son is the one showing all the other kids his large collection of things to do in the yard

he had to grow up pretty quickly, so Akashi is the type of dad that wants to make sure his son is having fun with life for as long as possible

"Be gentle, don't tug," Akashi warns as his son pulls Murasakibara's daughter further out into the backyard.

Akashi takes a moment to look at the scene in front of him; all of his friends, together for the first time in years, and their respective children are here. There's yelling and crying and hugging and scraped knees all around. It floods his backyard. The backyard he had spent many childhood years in alone. The realization that he's able to give his son something he never had pulls a small, content smile onto his face.

He walks up to Kuroko, placing a friendly hand on the man's shoulder. "Let's do this again after yours is born."

#kuroko #kagami #kise #aomine #midorima #murasakibara #akashi #all their jobs are from the official character bible!

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The Day of Judgement: part 2

The bridge creaks under each step, but the Other Yugi doesn't waver or flinch as he walks to the mesa where Raphael waits, an island towering over the desert floor below.

"What've you done with Professor Hawkins?!" he demands.

Raphael smirks. "Oh, I left that old man somewhere in the desert. He served his purpose already. But since you've come all this way... You might as well stay a while.

As soon as Yugi reaches the stone platform, the man across from him draws two large throwing knives from his coat, hurling them simultaneously in Yugi's direction. But he doesn't flinch as the blades wizz past either side of his head, nor as he hears the taught rope supports snap, not even as the bridge crashes against the cliff far across the chasm from the mesa where they stand.

As he readies his Duel Disk, Raphael speaks of a dark and lonely world, poisoned by mankind. How his God and Guardians have promised a new world, free from the people who've ruined it. That it starts by defeating the Nameless Pharaoh. That it's an honor to do so.

"What do you know of Honor?" the Other Yugi growls, drawing his first hand. "You think killing all of these innocent people is justice? Don'tyou see the God you're following is a God of evil?"

Raphael scoffs, but the looks he gives his opponent is pity.

"We each walk on the road we believe in, with our own justice in mind. Which direction does Doma go? Justice or evil? Only history will tell. And all we can do at this moment is bet on our own justice."

The Other Yugi narrows his eyes, and their Duel begins.

As they play, Raphael explains his past. That his family was lost at sea after their luxury cruise was caught in a storm. That Raphael was the only survivor, that he was protected by Guardians of the island on which he found himself. That when he returned to society, he found it cold and uncivilized. That Dartz had promised to save the world by starting it anew.

The cards he plays keep him drawing cards, keep his monsters from the graveyard at all costs. The Other Yugi tries to play fast and hard, to end this thing before his opponent can draw that cursed card. Maybe no one has to lose their soul here, if he can just win quickly enough--!

Raphael plays Purity of the Cemetery, a card that deals both players damage for every monster in their graveyard. But he's been careful, keeping his own monsters from the grave by any means necessary, speaking of the Guardians who had protected him before. But Yugi grits his teeth, glancing at his own discard pile, filling up fast as he tries to rush through this game before the stakes are raised.

The odds are against him, but he summons the great dragon Timaeus to fuse with Dark Magician Girl. This has to be it!

And that's when the tables turn. Raphael actiaves the magic card Exchange, demanding both players choose a card from their opponent's hand. The Other Yugi feels his chest tighten. There's only one card in both their hands.

He swallows down the lump in his throat, the nervous way that Yugi addresses them inside their heart. Head held high, he walks across the mesa to meet Raphael in the middle. As the other man towers over them, their eyes meet, and there's that look of pity again. The Other Yugi says nothing as he exchanges his Necromancy, and he doesn't even need to look at the card he receives.

"you can't play that, other me," Yugi gasps.

"I know, Partner."

But the stone around his neck glows, burning against his collar bone.

But as the Duel resumes, he draws, and his lifepoints drop again for every monster in his graveyard, while Raphael's hold steady. He orders Dark Magician Girl the Dragon knight to attack, but Raphael activates a trap that leaves her encased in crystal and useless.

Behind Raphael, the first rays of dawn break from the horizon.

"I know you want to use that Seal," Raphael muses. "I can see it in your eyes. You know that's the only way to win, Nameless Pharaoh."

The Other Yugi curses under his breath, sets a monster in defense and ends his turn. Raphael attacks both Yugi's set monster and his lifepoints too.

That stone burns the Other Yugi's skin again.

"other me you can't. if you don't play it, nobody has to lose their soul, please--" Yugi begs. But the sound makes his Other Self's head throb. He stares down at the card in his hand. "we might lose, but we can all just walk away and--"

"I can't lose," the Other Yugi gasps, out loud but under his breath. For a moment, he remembers the last time his Partner begged him like this, pleaded with him as Kaiba stood precariously at the edge of Pegasus's castle. He remembers the fear in Kaiba's eyes then. The desperation in Yugi's voice now. The humiliation as his attack was called off as his lifepoints dropped to zero. He can't do that again. He can't fucking lose again!!!!

He feels Yugi tug at the reins, try to take control of their body.

He feels that stone burning like fire against his skin.

"other me, don't do this! don't do this don't do this!!!" Yugi screams, but his voice is already drowned out, pushed aside as his Other Self locks the door of his soul room and plays his only option.

As the Seal of Orichalcos disappears into the Field Card tray of his Duel Disk, a rush of heat and power washes over him, feeling like his skin is burning away as the glowing Seal appears on his forehead. He screams, falling to his knees as the Circle spreads below them, trapping both Duelists inside their cruel fate.

All Yugi can do now is watch helplessly as he gasps, "what have you done?"

#ooc #plot #arc: what the doma?!#pretend I posted this like 2 hours ago

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Platonic Stardust Crusaders with Toph! Reader

For those who don't know who Toph is.She is a blind 12 year old girl who can feel the earth with her feet and can manipulate earth element and metal. She's stubborn tough and she makes a lot of jokes about being blind.

Reader does have a stand in this.

Oldseph

Is worried at first

You're 12 years and blind

Just being 12 would make him keep you out of the journey but because you're blind it's a hard no

You somehow end up in egypt with them

He treats you like an extra grandchild

Jokes around

Says you have spunk

During fights , he always likes to put you behind him so he can protect you

Loves your toughness so much

Your stubbornness reminds him of himself and he kind of hates it

Whenever you make jokes about being blind he doesn't know if it's appropriate to laugh

The first time he sees your stand in action, he smirks

He's kind of glad to be proven.You're not a helpless little kid

When your stand manipulated his prosthetic he freaked out

When he learns your stand also helps you feel vibrations and acts as your eyes, he's impressed.

Muhammad Avdol

Another one that tries to keep you away from the journey

He doesn't see you as fully helpless , he just doesn't think it's a good idea to have a 12 year old on this mission

He doesn't underestimate you because you're blind.He just worries

Treats you like a sibling

Another one who will always push you behind him during a fight

Your stubbornness annoys him to no end

He eventually gives up, and suddenly you're with them in Egypt

Never laughs at the jokes you make.Because he thinks it's inappropriate

Offer to be your eyes and guild

When you explain how your stand helps by being tour eyes, he's curious now

The first time he ever saw your stand in action was during a fight.

During that fight he saw your stand moving the rocks around without touching them and throwing them at the enemy

He thought rocks were the extent of your stands power

He then saw your stand mindlessly manipulate the shape of a fork before returning it to normal

He's a lot less overprotective. Once he realizes, you can handle yourself.

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Protective brother figure

To him you're a soft delicate thing... Until you kick his butt

Is overly cautious because you'reblind

And also because you're 12

Once in Egypt he acts like a big brother

Will offer piggyback rides to you

Doesn't really know if he should laugh at your jokes or not

He also 100% willing to be your eyes

Your stubbornness drives him mad

He says you'll give him grey hairs, to which you joke he already has grey hairs

Saw your stand in action when someone tried to sneak up on you

Impressed with your stand

When he learns your stand can manipulate metal.He wonders if it'll work on Silver Chariot

Pushs you behind him during every battle

Your independence is wonderful but I swear you're going to make this man have a heart attack

He's really worried an enemy is going to attack you and you won't notice

He watches as your stand acts as your eyes.And he has so many questions on how it works

Learned your stand could also manipulate metal when you're stand tried to basically rippin earring off of his ear

Noriaki Kakyoian

Is curious about you

He's in the middle with how he treats you

He doesn't treat you like you're made of glass but he also doesn't want you wandering off

It gets awkward when you tell your jokes about being blind

He's curious if he were born blind or if something happened to make you blind

Another one who has offered to be your eyes

When he sees your stand feeling vibrations and being your eyes, he now has more questions

Would try to get you to manipulate emeralds from Hierophant Green

When he sees your stand fight, it's awesome to him

When you stand shows it can manipulate metal he gets even more respect for you.

Will try and protect you, just not the the same extent as the others

Jotaro Kujo

Annoyed

Tries to force you to stay behind

You're both stubborn... so that's fun for everyone

He doesn't want you to come because you're a kid and because you're blind.

He acts like a tsundere big brother

His big brother behavior is more stable

Will offer to be your eyes, with fake annoyance

Treats you not really any different

Is impressed on the inside with your stand

#jjba #stardust crusaders #Platonic jjba #Oldseph #noriaki kakyoin #jean pierre polnareff #muhammad avdol #jotaro kujo #jojo bizarre adventure #jojo part 3 #jojo no kimyou na bouken #Toph! Reader #Fem!reader

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Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Three chapters left! We take a break from sad and I give you fluffy instead -Danny Words: 2,187 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Hardwired' -by Hailey Knox

XL: Teenage Boy Experiences Worst Nightmare (Meeting His Girlfriend's Dad)

Leo doesn't see Ara as much as he would want to. He's working nonstop, and Ara's responsibilities go beyond just overseeing the Argo II's progress.

She handles disputes, trains the campers, holds meetings... That's why, when she asks a second time if he'd like to visit her on Valentine's Day, Leo doesn't think twice before giving her an answer.

He's scared shitless, though. Annabeth says Ara's parents are the best, but Lily says Ara's dad is protective of her, and he's only half-sure she's trying to scare him. Leo is on the verge of having a heart attack now, as he's dropped outside Ara's building.

"Thanks, man," he dryly says to Argus, not even able to crack a joke. "Wish me luck."

Argus winks and half of his body looks normal for a moment, then he encourages Leo to press the coms so Ara knows he's there.

The visit cost Leo a lot of pledges to Chiron, the centaur only agreed after he held a conversation over the phone with Sally Jackson, who somehow convinced him Leo is old enough to behave on his own.

It's kind of annoying to be treated like a child, but at the same time, it's nice to be looked after for a change, and it's almost like having a parent. Leo looks for the family's name on the coms, and when he presses the right button, Ara answers right away.

"Going!"

Leo gives Argus a thumbs up, he's only moved an inch when the front door of the building opens and he jumps, Ara saves him from tripping down the steps.

"Hi," she smiles at the driver and waves. "Thanks, Argus!"

The man turns on the engine and waves back before driving away. Ara pulls Leo inside the building and closes the door. "H—" The girl doesn't give him even a second to speak before she kisses him.

It's short but intense, enough to erase all the thoughts from Leo's mind, which is a remarkable achievement. "I baked you cupcakes," she says giddily. "Come on!"

Leo gets dragged up the stairs, and by the time they reach her floor, he's having trouble breathing, not necessarily because of the amount of stairs they just ran through.

She's about to enter her apartment when Leo pulls her back. "Wait! Are both your parents inside?"

"Yeah, they'll drop us off at the movie theater. We're having dinner first, though."

Leo clears his throat. "Okay. Cool."

"Are you nervous?" Ara grins. "They'll love you, just be yourself!"

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" He teases her.

She opens the door. "Leo's here!"

He's half-expecting Ara's apartment to look like a fancy castle, but this is just a regular New York flat, cozy and simple. Her parents are in the living room, and they're the nicest-looking adults Leo's ever seen, which only increases his anxiety. He does not get along with sane people.

"This is my mom and dad," Ara holds Leo's hand and guides him in, he suspects she's also using her empath touch, cause his heart slows down instantly. "Mom and Dad, this is Leo Valdez, my boyfriend."

"Nice to meet you, Leo! Are you thirsty?" Ara's mom shakes his free hand, he likes her instantly.

"Er... no, Mrs. Jackson, but thanks," his eyes move to Ara's dad, who's not smiling, but it's not giving him the stink eye either, which is a relief.

"Leo," Paul Blofis shakes his hand firmly. "Our daughter talks a lot about you."

"Every day!" Ara adds happily.

Paul nods and pats his shoulder. Leo wishes he had empath touch. "You're not hungry?"

"Uhm..." he hesitates, unsure of what to answer.

Ara's dad shows the smallest hint of a smile. He pats Leo's shoulder again and guides him to the kitchen. "You'll be once you smell what Sally and I cooked today. C'mon, help me set the table."

Leo gives Ara one last pleading look before Paul takes him away, Ara grins and gives him a thumbs up.

When they reach the kitchen, Paul looks around with both hands on his hips, he takes a deep breath as if pondering. The boy braces himself, Paul looks like a good guy, but if Leo had a daughter like Ara, and she brought home a guy like him, he would lose his mind a little.

"I have a question for you," Paul turns around smiling. "¿Te gusta el picante?"

Leo blinks. "¿Qué?"

"Picante," the man continues with a thick accent. "A Sally le gusta, pero no mucho. Ara no come, pero ella dijo que si te gusta... hicimos salsa."

Leo stares at the man blankly. Is he having a stroke, or is Ara's dad talking to him in Spanish? The man interprets his silence as a bad sign and he gets a little mortified.

"Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry, Ara said you—"

"No, no!" Leo stops him. "Sorry, I just... I wasn't expecting that."

"But you understood me?" The man smiles again. "I've been learning on my own for two years, but I'm too shy to practice with strangers. Sally practices with me—she's as lost as I am, frankly. But you can't make fun of me if I mess up, 'cause I'm your girlfriend's dad!"

Leo tries to hold back, but he ends up bursting into chortles. Annabeth was right, Ara's parents are amazing.

"Wow," he continues, still laughing. "Smart move. But there was no need, your Spanish is good! Pretty good, actually. I appreciate the salsa-making too."

Paul beams, patting Leo's shoulder in a fatherly way. "Come try it! Maybe you can tell us if it's missing something!"

"Okay," Leo agrees, feeling much better now. "But I'll give you my notes in Spanish, so get ready."

Ara doesn't know what happened when Paul and Leo were left alone, but the boy has turned into her father's best friend in less than an hour, and he has him doubling over the table with laughter.

Her mother looks at her with a knowing smile, and Ara feels her cheeks warming up. She's got a mix of emotions, something like embarrassment but also lots of pride, and tons of happiness. This is the first time her parents look happy since Percy's went missing.

"Look at the time!" Paul glances at the watch around his wrist when Leo's gone to the bathroom. "Gotta go now if the kids want to catch that movie, Sally."

"Yes, I think Ara would like to have her boyfriend back as well," the woman muses.

Paul clears his throat. "Right. Sorry, sweetheart," he looks at Ara with an embarrassed grin. "I got carried away."

"It's alright," she smiles. "I'm glad you like him."

"Hey, Mr. Blofis?" Leo walks back into the room. "Hope you don't mind, I fixed the water pressure in your sink. And the toilet was leaking so I fixed that too."

"Oh, Leo, you didn't have to," Sally replies bashfully.

"It wasn't a problem," he insists, standing behind Ara's chair. "Took me less than a minute."

"Did I mention he's a son of Hephaestus?" Ara grins.

"Just about ten thousand times," her mother replies in the same tone.

"Leo, next time you visit, I'll get those hinges you told me about—we can install them on the kitchen cabinets!"

"Dad," Ara intervenes. "You can't use my boyfriend as a handyman, he comes here to spend time with me! I can fix the kitchen cabinets—"

"No, it's fine," Leo replies. He looks slightly flustered, but happy. "I'll help. Doesn't take that long."

Paul's smile widens. "Good catch, Ara."

She blushes. "Let's go, it's getting late for our movie."

It's weird seeing Ara like this. Here she acts relaxed and like an actual teenager. She's not wearing a camp shirt or her cloak. Next to her, for the first time ever, Leo feels perfectly normal and like a decent match. It makes his heart flutter with joy.

"Why didn't you tell me your dad speaks Spanish? He's hilarious—"

"Leo, do you want to go out with my dad instead? I'm fine on my own, been a while since I had time for myself..."

He laughs, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "I'm just happy it went well! I was so stressed..."

"I know," she kisses his cheek. "But now that's out of the way. All that's left is to introduce you to my..."

Her voice dies out as she thinks of Percy. He'd missed so many milestones already, all the blessings she'd gained, and he'd always looked forward to seeing her date a guy she actually liked... not to mention he didn't get to throw her into the lake as she'd done to him.

Leo nudges her shoulder, sensing the shift in her mood. "Thank you for inviting me over."

"You're thanking me for forcing you to meet my parents?" Ara muses. "Maybe you really are insane."

"Hey, I mean it!" He frowns. "I'm over the moon! I met my girlfriend's parents and they love me," he lowers his voice, eyes turning playful. "And I'm definitely making out with you for the next hour."

Ara pushes him away, giving him a look. Leo gives her a shit-eating grin, raising his hands in surrender. "Anyway," the girl sighs. "Let's buy nachos!"

Leo steps in her way again, holding her by the waist. "Being real, sunshine, I'm down bad. I'm so happy that it makes me stupid."

"Oh, I thought you were born stupid."

He frowns. "Jerk."

"Go splash your face with cold water," Ara looks away, blushing. "I'll buy our food."

He holds her face. "You look so cute when you're flustered," he laughs, stopping Ara from going away. "Don't get mad, I just... I can't believe this is happening. My girlfriend is an Aphrodite, I've won in life."

Ara groans, burying her face on his shoulder. "Stooop!"

"Aw, you're adorable," he pulls her face up, kissing it all over. "You're a squishy, flustered, super pretty doll..."

The more she blushes, the more Leo teases her; right now he's nothing but a teen in love. It had been so long since he'd felt like maybe life didn't suck so much... Probably since he was eight years old.

Even the nightmares had stopped since he'd gotten together with Ara, perhaps she was like a shield to him, somehow she was keeping all the bad stuff away.

Ara leans against Leo's shoulder and yawns.

Leo glances at her and grins. "Sleepy already? You're old."

"Shut up," she yawns again, sinking further on the couch. "Couldn't sleep... I prayed to my mother the whole time so we could have a nice day... I'm glad she listened."

He doesn't deserve to be loved like she loves him, he didn't do anything to get Ara, and yet she always goes beyond his expectations.

You don't get the things you deserve, you get the things you ask for, and then do what you can to keep them.

But he didn't ask for Ara in the first place! She just showed up and turned his world upside down. Leo had a vague idea of what love was before meeting Ara, he thought it was meant to be confusing, upsetting, and most of all unfair. Now...

"I don't know why..." She mumbles after a moment. "But I feel that we won't get to do this in the future. I can't shake it off since we started dating."

"Geez, I wonder why," he replies. "Can't be PTSD, right? That's too obvious, there's gotta be bad juju involved."

"What are you talking about? You're my first boyfriend ever," Ara frowns.

"Your first and last," he adds casually. "But I didn't mean it like that. I meant all the people you lost in less than a year, you didn't get to have more time with them."

"I don't have PTSD. I'm alright."

"Didn't look like it when you told me about Michael..."

"Don't," Ara scowls. "You're sounding like Lily."

"That's because we both care about you," Leo tilts her chin up. "Ara, I promise—"

"Don't promise things!" She covers his mouth, awake and annoyed. "How many times do I have to tell you?"

He moves her hand away. "Fine! Look... I'm not great with words, but it's... like your fear of maths. You don't use them because you kept exploding things when you tried to, right? But you can do math, you do it every day at school, yet you still go to camp and refuse to use it. It's the same."

Ara looks at him, kind of understanding what he's saying. "Maybe we are like math a little bit, in my head," she admits. "I can't help it!"

"Keep telling me your story," he suggests. "You need to talk it out, and I want to hear it."

"It's going to ruin our night."

"If you cry I'll cuddle and comfort you. Maybe it'll ruin your night, but it would make mine ten times better," he jokes.

"Leónidas!" Ara scolds him. "That's not funny!"

The boy freezes and looks at her with shock. "What did you call me?"

She stares at him. "What?" Ara frowns. "Oh, gods, did I guess your name right?"

Leo looks at her annoyed. "How?"

She eyes him intently. "Leónidas like the Spartan guy... Yeah, that one feels right."

Ara places the accent exactly where his mother used to, and suddenly he gets transported to better times. "Wait—feels right? What does that mean?"

She laughs and kisses him briefly. "Nothing, I just like how it sounds."

Leo stares at her intently. "I like how Arae sounds."

She grins. "We both have weird and ancient names. We were clearly meant to be together."

"Yeah," he replies quietly. "I'm starting to believe that."

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