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francesminos-tt · 4 months

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Victorian era, Daeron is engaged to Lady Baratheon, thus ensuring a strong alliance for his family, but on his return to Kings Lading, he finally meets his nephew Joffrey, a knight so interesting and handsome that he makes Daeron question everything... angst, Interlized homophobia, denying feelings... pls 🥹🫶

I’m not sure if this is angst enough for you, but it’s the best I can do. Enjoy.

Daeron regretted returning to King’s Landing by ship the moment the ship left Old Town Harbor. The weather was unforgiving this time of the year, strong gust sweeping across the sea, with occasional rain, or even hail. Daeron couldn't sleep in his cold chamber, with howling wind and loud noises of rain drops pouring on the deck. The captain kept the ship carefully near the coast, sailing south first and then traced the shoreline of Dorne. However, the ship still almost got wrecked when sailing through the Stepstones in a storm. Daeron was struck by the severest seasickness of his life. He kept vomiting and vomiting, unable to even hold down a glass of wine. He was about to vomit his guts out when the ship finally sailed past the treacherous water of the Stepstones. Three days later, the ship sailed into the Blackwater Bay.

King’s Landing was a strange place for Daeron. He had left the capital at the young age of four, so his memory of the city was unreliable, to say the least. He was more used to the sunny days of Old Town, when the golden sun met the white wall of the Citadel and the black marble of the Starry Sept. Old Town smelled of flowery delicacy, melons, moonbloom, nightshade, peaches and pomegranates. The long summer days were stiflingly hot, but when the night fell, the city came alive with markets, taverns and pleasure houses open well into the night. Old Town was a place where knowledge met religion, where tradition met foreign values, where restriction met decadence. One could find the holiest place as well as the most extravagant pleasure houses in the Southern part of the realm. Daeron was brought up in such a place of conflict. That was why he considered himself a man with strong beliefs in the Seven, but also a sinner of the most unspeakable crime.

Daeron could tell King’s Landing was different before he even set foot on its soil. For start, the smell was different. No flowery delicacy, only the pungent mix of fish, iron, foreign spices and human filth. He could see the Red Keep in the distance, its red walls half veiled by a thick fog, like an ominous eye of the evil. The harbor was even busier than that of Old Town. Workers were unloading the cargo from the trading ships, merchants rushing to the harbor office to get their paperwork gone, oyster girls sliding skillfully in the crowd with their salty snacks, and armed soldiers patrolling the area. This place was bustling with life.

Daeron gathered his suitcase and walked carefully down the deck. He tried his best to make himself presentable, but the result was not so satisfactory. Days of seasickness and sleep deprivation left him exhausted and weak, his skin so dull and his cheeks so sunken that he looked more like a skeleton than a man. He stink, too. Daeron wondered who would be so unlucky to welcome him back to King’s Landing.

Probably some servant. Or maybe Hel, if she insisted. Daeron’s sister was always the most adventurous one among his siblings, though she didn't look the part.

“Excuse me, sir, are you Daeron Targaryen by any chance?” A young man stopped him on his way to the harbor office.

“Yes.” Daeron replied, “And you are?”

“Uncle!” The young man laughed and gave Daeron a big hug before the blonde could realize what was happening, “It’s been so long since we last met! So nice to see you again!”

Daeron was taken aback by the young man’s sudden intimacy. For a second, he worried that the fishy smell on his clothes might disgust the young man. Then his attention was drawn to the word uncle. Was this young man one of his nephews? He was too old to be Jaehaerys or Maelor, obviously, so who did that leave? Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey. Which one could he be?

“I am terribly sorry,” Daeron found his voice again after a long while, but he was still too shocked to hug the man back, “forgive me not for not recognizing you. It seems my memory isn’t as good as I think it is.”

The young man laughed and took half a step back. His arms were still loosely wrapped around Daeron’s torso, their face so close that Daeron could make out the small freckles adorning the man’s cheek. The man was slightly shorter than Daeron, with dark fluffy curls and darker eyes. Unlike Daeron, who was dressed in a formal suit even after a long journey at sea, the young man was wearing only a shirt and matching pants, with the top buttons undone to expose his beautiful collar bone and sun-kissed skin. Daeron’s eyes landed on the man’s lips, rosy and soft like the freshest petals, now curling up into a bright smile.

“No need to apologize, uncle. I won't blame you for not recognizing me. The last time we met, I was still a toddler.” The man chuckled, “Welcome back, uncle Daeron. I am Joffrey.”

Daeron barely reacted to the name because he was too caught up by how close Joffrey was. He could feel the heat from his dark-haired nephew, smell the faint cologne from Joffrey’s neck, and see the small beads of sweat hanging on Joffrey’s smooth forehead. Daeron went stiff all of a sudden, his palms began to sweat and his breathing quickened by nervousness. Joffrey was too close, too close for Daeron to remain sane.

“Uncle?” Joffrey tilted his head and called Daeron’s name again, “Uncle Daeron?”

“Oh! Sorry.” Daeron lowered his gaze immediately and struggled out of Joffrey’s arms, as if burned by the brunette’s skin, “Thank you for seeing me here, nephew. Forgive my rudeness. The sea journey must have messed up my head.”

“No problem.” Joffrey’s smile resumed, “I volunteered to pick you up, since I work at the harbor office, you know.”

Daeron wanted to ask what Joffrey’s job was, because he didn't believe the brunette’s outfit was appropriate for any job, let alone an office one. But he kept his mouth shut eventually. Maybe things were different here in King’s Landing.

“Besides,” Joffrey spoke, reaching out wrap his arm around Daeron’s shoulder again, “I am curious about you, uncle Daeron. I wonder what kind of a man you have become.”

Not as honorable as you might expect, Daeron thought. He let himself be led to the office to process his paperwork, while keeping his eyes on Joffrey’s snatched waist and cute butt.

“When will your betrothed join us, my dear?” Lady Alicent asked after Daeron had followed her into her private parlor for tea.

“Ellyn will stay with her family for the holiday, mother.” Daeron replied, his voice perfectly flat.

“She can join us for the holiday. I am sure King’s Landing has more to offer than Storm’s End.” Alicent said, stirring her tea after putting one scoop of sugar in it. She sat elegantly in her chair, back straight and shoulder squared, as if she was having tea with the royalty rather than her own son. Daeron couldn’t remember a time when his mother broke her perfect posture. No, Lady Alicent was the epitome of self-discipline.

“Her family is at Storm’s End, mother.” Daeron reminded her as gently as possible. Lady Alicent was a proper woman, but sometimes she just lacked the ability to empathize with others.

“I don’t see any sense for her to stay at that gloomy place any longer, since the wedding will take place in spring.” Alicent took a small bite of the jam filled sponge cake and then her tea, “Perhaps you should send her a letter and ask her to come here. I can't wait to meet my daughter-in-law.”

Daeron’s betrothal with Ellyn Baratheon was made solely by his mother. It was somewhat of a compensation for the failed betrothal of Daeron’s brother Aemond and Ellyn’s sister Floris. Lord Baratheon was furious when Aemond broke the marriage pact, but fortunately, Lady Alicent was able to persuade the old lord that their family still had the chance to form an alliance by the marriage of her youngest son and his lordship’s youngest daughter. Daeron only found out about his betrothal by a letter from the capital. He hadn't even met Ellyn Baratheon yet, only exchanged letters with the young lady. Daeron still felt detached to the matter, as if his mother was talking about someone else. He had to detach himself, or the fate would be too cruel to accept.

He always knew he would marry for the benefit of the family. His own feelings did not matter. Daeron had to spend the rest of his life with Ellyn Baratheon, whether he loved her or not.

No. Daeron was sure he would not love her, not in a romantic way, at least. He was incapable of loving a woman. His interest and affection always ended up on the same sex. He liked the angular features of men, the hard feeling of muscle under his hand, the musky breath, the smell of cologne and sweat, the beautiful body sculptured by the God.

Daeron couldn’t help but think of his nephew. Joffrey. Wild, handsome, and so full of life. Joffrey had occupied his dream ever since their meeting at the harbor. Daeron couldn’t stop thinking about how Joffrey’s smile seemed to brighten up the day, how warm Joffrey’s arm felt around his shoulder, and how beautiful Joffrey was.

Seven. He had sinned for having inappropriate thoughts about his nephew.

“Daeron? Are you listening, my dear?” Alicent’s voice snapped Daeron out of his train of thoughts.

“I am sorry, mother.” Daeron smiled awkwardly, “What were you saying?”

“I said, you should send a letter to invite your betrothed to King’s Landing.” Alicent put down her cup and leaned in to take Daeron’s hand into hers, “Are you okay, dear? You seem a little out of it today.”

“Thank you, mother. I am fine.” Daeron squeezed her hand gently, “Just tired.”

“Perhaps you should retire to your room early. I will tell the servants to prepare something for your sleep.” Alicent suggested, reaching her free hand for the bell.

Daeron nodded. He didn’t think some random concoction would help calm his mind, but he was desperate to be alone right now. He would agree to anything if it meant he could get away from his mother. He loved his mother, and he was sure she loved him back, to an acceptable extent at least, but sometimes her attitude was just suffocating. Lady Alicent would go extreme length to make sure all her children live a proper life, which meant accomplish things at appropriate age. Start studying no later than six, get involved in holy practices from eight, secure a proper marriage pact at eighteen, and marry before twenty. Such were the general rules of the society, and Lady Alicent believed an honorable member of the society needed to follow these rules.

Daeron went to the Sept frequently even though he never really understood the core of the Seven. He didn't object when his mother informed him in the letter that she had arranged a desirable marriage pact for him. Daeron guessed it was a show of love from his mother that she ever bothered to send a letter to him. All Daeron did was writing back to tell her that he trusted her wise judgment and thank her for the trouble.

It never mattered what Daeron wanted. He had lived his whole life like a puppet, doing everything his mother considered proper and beneficial to their family, so why stop now?

“Get some rest, my son.” Alicent planted a soft kiss on Daeron’s forehead before resuming her upright position, “Hopefully I will see you tomorrow morning at breakfast.”

“I will. Thank you, mother.” Daeron said, a strained smile on his face. He didn't know if his mother sensed his melancholy, but even if she did, she wouldn't ask about it anyway.

Daeron went straight back to his room located on the other wing of the mansion. The Red Keep was a magcificent place, having more than a dozen of bedrooms, a large ballroom, three lounges, two libraries, and numerous rooms for various entertainment purposes. There was a large kitchen on the ground floor, with spaces for servants and helpers. The Targaryen family had estates in other parts of the realm too, such as the Dragonstone mansion that Daeron’s half-sister and her family currently resided.

Not Joffrey though. Joffrey lived in Red Keep, in one of the guestrooms, since his work required him to stay in the capital. Lady Alicent begrudgingly invited the young man to live under her roof, because, again, it was considered a properly thing for a step grandmother to do.

Daeron was thinking about Joffrey’s bright smile when he bumped into the brunette right in front of his own room.

“Nephew?” Daeron gasped, his light violet eyes widened in surprise, “What are you doing outside my room?”

“Waiting for you, of course.” Joffrey flashed a smile, as bright as how Daeron remembered it, “You disappeared after dinner. I reckon I’d better wait here so I don’t miss you.”

“Do you need to discuss anything with me? Is it important?” Daeron took a step back, trying to stay a safe distance away from the brunette. Joffrey was like a house on fire; Daeron would be engulfed in flame if he stayed too close.

“I do have something I want to ask you.” Joffrey said, eyeing the closed door, “But it is best to discuss in private. Why don’t you ask me in, uncle?”

Daeron bit his lower lip and stayed silent for a long while. He was torn. On one hand, he was thrilled to invite Joffrey into his room, but on the other hand, he was scared to let others invade in his private space. Daeron had always been a private person. He had to, because he had so much to hide. He had to stay behind closed door, because he couldn't afford to expose his dirtiest secret to anyone. He risked losing everything.

Joffrey leaned against the wall and waited patiently for Daeron to give his answer. He still had a faint smile on his face, but his dark eyes contained something Daeron could not decipher. Was it guilt? What was Joffrey guilty of?

“We don't have all night, uncle.” Joffrey reminded him in a whisper.

A maid appeared around the corner with a tray in her hands, interrupting the heavy silence.

“Oh! Good evening, Sirs.” She bowed her head at two young gentlemen, “Lady Alicent sent me to bring you the sleep drop, Lord Daeron.”

“Right.” Daeron murmured under his breath, taking the tray from her, “You can go. I will take it from here.”

“But sir-”

“I said go.” Daeron’s voice came out harsher than he intended, “Please, I can take care of myself.”

The maid curtseyed and fled the scene. Even she could feel the tension between the two young lords, so instinct told her to leave before she witnessed anything she shouldn’t.

“Have trouble sleeping, uncle?” Joffrey asked after making sure the maid had already gone, “Perhaps I should go. Sorry to bother you.”

“NO!” Daeron balanced the tray on his left forearm and used his right hand to grab Joffrey’s shoulder, “Don't go. Don't you have things to discuss with me? Come inside.”

Joffrey half turned and lifted his eyes to observe Daeron closely. Joffrey’s eyes were like a bottomless pool of pure darkness, so glassy and so beautiful that Daeron could see his own reflection on them. Daeron didn't know what Joffrey was looking for, but apparently the brunette found the result he needed.

“Okay.” Joffrey whispered, blinking, “If you insist.”

“I do.” Daeron confirmed. For some reason, he had never been more confident of his decisions like he was now. He had no idea what would happen next, but he was damn sure if he let Joffrey go now, he would regret for the rest of his life.

Daeron’s bedroom was a comfortable suite with a four-post bed and a study desk. The hearth was burning quietly, providing much needed warmth. There were a pair of armchairs and a small table in front of the fire. Daeron put the tray down on the table before gesturing Joffrey to take a seat in one of the armchairs.

“What is that you want to discuss?” Daeron asked after sitting down on the oppose chair.

“How do you find King’s Landing so far, uncle?” Joffrey asked, turning his head from the hearth to look at Daeron, his face painted a lovely yellow by the fire.

“Pleasant. I am glad to be back.” Daeron replied before he could really understand the question. He had practiced the answer in his mind for so many times in case someone asked him about it.

“Honestly, I don't believe you, uncle.” Joffrey said, “If it’s truly the case, you won't need sleep drops to help you rest. So I am going to ask you again. How do you find King’s Landing?”

Daeron’s heart skipped a beat. No one had ever seen through his practiced lie before, not in his face, anyway. How could Joffrey expose his lie to his face so easily?

“…Tolerable.” Daeron answered with a helpless sigh. He hadn’t really thought about his feelings towards the city he was supposed to call home, so tolerable was the best he could come up with right now.

“I won't blame you. According to my knowledge, King’s Landing is quite different from anywhere else in the realm. I feel like an outsider when I am visiting Dragonstone, too, you know. Like, everything is quieter there.” Joffrey shrugged, “The sky is clearer and people are, let’s say, more content with their lives.”

“But you like it more here.” Daeron said.

“Yes.” Joffrey nodded, never one to hide his thoughts, “Hard to believe, isn't it? King’s Landing is like a melting pot of all sorts of people having their own agendas. I am used to reaching for my pocket whenever someone bumps into me on the street. Besides, the city smells like shit too.”

Daeron chuckled. What Joffrey had just described was absolutely true. He was intrigued by how eloquent Joffrey could be, and the way the brunette vividly described the city genuinely impressed him. Joffrey Velaryon was truly an interesting character. His very presence was the reason why the capital was tolerable to Daeron. If not for Joffrey, King’s Landing would just be a filthy place drowned by shit and industrial waste.

“Again, despite all the things you say, you like King’s Landing.” Daeron pointed out, finally relaxing in his chair. He had grown the habit of staying upright like his mother all the time, to keep the family’s honor, but here, in the privacy of his room and with Joffrey, Daeron slowly let his guard down. It was impossible not to be influenced by Joffrey’s easygoing demeanor.

“I do. I find the people interesting. All the different values, ambitions, desires, and culture. Just fascinating.” Joffrey rested his chin in his hand, “I have learned a lot here, but there is so much more to explore still. Currently, my biggest interest is you, uncle.”

Daeron almost choked on his own spit. No, he told himself, Joffrey didn't mean it like that. His nephew was probably curious about his sudden return to the capital. Nothing more. Stop acting like an awkward boy.

“I am afraid you will be disappointed, nephew. I am a simple man, you see. I don't have much to interest you.” Daeron said, clasping his hands together to stop them from fidgeting.

“I understand that you are coming back to get married.” Joffrey spoke, his voice almost drowned out by the crackling fire, “Lady Ellyn from House Baratheon, right? I have met her in a ball once. Pretty lady, the most agreeable among her sisters, I would say.”

“I haven’t met her yet.” Daeron admitted. He probably shouldn't reveal this to Joffrey, but somehow, Joffrey had the ability to dig the honest side out from people.

“Oh,” Joffrey said, a bit surprised, “I see.”

“My mother arranged the marriage for me. Lord Baratheon is a longtime business partner of the family, so marrying will strengthen the bond between our house and House Baratheon.” Daeron said, clasping his hands so hard that his knuckles turned white.

“How can you know your feelings for Lady Ellyn if you haven't met her yet?” Joffrey asked, genuinely confused, “What if you don't like her? What if she doesn't like you? How are you supposed to spend the rest of your lives together if you don't having feelings for each other?”

“Marriage isn't about feelings.” Daeron said, more like a reminder to himself than to Joffrey.

“Fuck that.” Joffrey hissed, “Who makes you believe in such nonsense? Feelings are the foundation of a happy marriage.”

“Is that why you haven't been betrothed yet?” Daeron blurted out before he could stop himself, “Haven’t found anyone you like?”

Joffrey pursed his lips together and went silent. Daeron’s question might sound a bit intruding, but it was not an offensive one. Why did Joffrey choose to stay silent now?

“Joffrey?” Daeron called the brunette’s name, “It’s okay if you don't want to answer. I am sorry. I didn't mean to pry.”

“There is someone I like.” Joffrey interrupted Daeron’s babbling, “But that person is not marriage material.”

“Why? You never know unless you try. Is the lady of low birth?”

Joffrey laughed, before whispering eventually.

“There is no lady to begin with.”

“What do you mean? You did say you have feelings for someone.” Daeron frowned, not quite sure where this conversation was going, “How come there is no lady...”

Daeron trailed off, as realization struck him like lightening. Could it be? But how? What was the odds of Joffrey sharing the same sinful thoughts with him?

“I’ve never liked women, not in a romantic way.” Joffrey spoke, his voice low but firm, “My feelings are always towards the same sex.”

“Stop it,” Daeron hissed, looking down, his voice trembling, “stop it, Joffrey.”

Daeron saw a pair of boots stopping before him, as Joffrey had gotten up from the armchair and walked to Daeron’s side. Joffrey stood so close that their knees almost touched.

“Why?” Joffrey’s voice came from above, “I am just being honest. Honesty is a virtue, uncle.”

Now Daeron could smell Joffrey’s cologne, and the faint trace of brandy.

“You are drunk, nephew. You are not thinking straight.” Daeron said, trying his best to keep his voice flat, “I will let your words slip this time.”

“I can't be more sober than I am now.” Joffrey put his hands on Daeron’s shoulder and pushed gently, forcing the blonde to lean on the chair as he straddled his uncle, “I like men. I’ve always liked men, and I like you.”

“You don't know what you are talking about.” Daeron murmured, but he didn't push Joffrey away. He couldn't. He was paralyzed by the brunette’s closeness.

“You are interested in me as well, aren’t you?” Joffrey grabbed Daeron’s hand and led it to his own chest, “You couldn’t stop checking me out as soon as we met at the harbor.”

Joffrey’s skin was scorching hot against Daeron’s own, and Daeron could feel the other man’s racing heart against his palm.

“You can feel me if you like.” Joffrey whispered, guiding Daeron’s hand down from his chest to his stomach, then further down to his navel, his lower abdomen, and finally his groin.

Daeron shivered as his hand touched something hard and twitching over Joffrey’s pants. He had never touched another man’s cock before, but he could tell Joffrey was already well aroused from the wetness of the fabric. Daeron swallowed, too fascinated to pull his hand back.

“Admit it, uncle,” Joffrey began to grind on Daeron’s lap, “you want me. Stop lying to yourself.”

“I am getting married,” Daeron managed lamely, “I can't-”

“Then push me away.” Joffrey wrapped his arms around Daeron’s neck to balance himself as he kept grinding, “Push me away and say you don't want me. I will never bother you again.”

Daeron should push him away. He really should, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. The Seven always taught him to be tough in face of temptation, but Daeron was weak. Years of attending sept did nothing to help him now, as he was easily led astray by this beautiful young man, who happened to be his nephew.

This was so wrong. Wrong in every level.

“Stop lying to yourself, uncle.” Joffrey whispered in Daeron’s ear before taking the blonde’s earlobe between his teeth and nibbled gently.

Daeron squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. He was the one who couldn't think straight now. He had always been standing on the edge of the abyss, and Joffrey was the push he needed to throw himself off the cliff.

“Call my name.” Daeron said, burying his face into Joffrey’s neck and bit down hard.

“Daeron.”

Daeron’s whole body sang at Joffrey’s words. He didn't know what ecstasy was, but this was close enough.

#house of the dragon #hotd #joffron #my asks #joffrey velaryon #daeron x joffrey #daeron the daring #light angst

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amesstm · 3 years

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sleep-deprived s/o

Characters: Kita, Miya Twins, Suna, Kenma, Kuroo, Iwaizumi

a/n: totally not self-service. Might make a part two if I work until 1 am again 🤡

✨Kita✨ has such a calming atmosphere that follows him everywhere, that you’d at least relax easier. First, he’d give you melatonin before pulling your head onto his chest to listen to his steady heartbeat. His hand brushes your hair slowly and gently. He’d whisper sweet nothings like “you’re so beautiful,” “I’m so lucky.” Small pecks on your forehead or temple. What usually takes hours to fall asleep happens in just 30 minutes. The following morning, he slowly coaxes you awake so you can eat breakfast. “Good morning, beautiful.”

✨Atsumu✨ is probably why your sleeping schedule has been absolutely ruined. It’s simply because he decides to drag you to every game of his - regardless of the time zone differences - since he doesn’t want to be without you. Once a game is done, you’re immediately asleep on a bench somewhere in the locker room. After Atsumu is done with interviews and showering, he’d take you to his hotel room to cuddle. “Sorry fer making ya wait so long, Angel.” You’re not awake to respond to him, but he’ll still set a bath so he can bathe you.

✨Osamu✨ knows that the beginning of it started from wanting to eat dinner with him. Still, it’s really difficult when he closes his restaurant. Of course, you visit him to eat dinner but it wasn’t the same as a meal in your guys’ home. So, when he finds you awake at unholy hours, he feels incredibly guilty. “Mm, baby you’re finally home.” He’d cradle you in his arms to carry you to your shared bathroom, “Yeah, sorry about that one, doll.” Barely having your eyes open, you whisper your reply, “It’s fine, just cook for me next time.” You’re much too understanding for him. He kisses your face all over as he sets you down on the side of the bathtub so you two can clean yourselves.

✨Suna✨ has such a monotone voice, that’d he spout on about something random just to bore you to sleep. “If I’m going to be awake anyways, can you at least talk about something interesting?” The stroking of your hair will stop right then and there. “Excuse me? Did you suggest that the history of jelly fruit sticks is boring?” You only sigh in response, essentially giving up to hear his history lesson. His strong arms will force you to stay there, listening to the soft sounds of his heartbeat and lulling of his voice. Miraculously, it works. He only looks down at you and chuckles, “Yeah, it was boring to me, too.”

✨Kenma✨ is also an insomniac so you two are sleep-deprived together. Some of this might be self-inflicted if you play video games with him until the crack of dawn, but the cuddles afterwards are worth it. “Do you need to go to volleyball practice tomorrow?” “Unless I want to be hunted down by Kuroo, yes.” Adrenaline still pumps through both of you, so you decide to get a late-night snack. Since bakeries aren’t open at godforsaken hours, Kenma quite literally drags you to McDonald’s to buy some baked apple pies/fritters to satisfy his cravings. You try to get something from the ice cream machine, but it’s not working.

✨Kuroo✨ noticed that you’ve had trouble sleeping, so he researched ways for you to fall asleep and stay asleep. First, he’d make you meditate. “Sounds of waves help,” he says whilst soothing your shoulders with a 10-hour video of ocean waves playing in the background. In the end, it only makes you extremely relaxed. After that failure, he’ll give you melatonin. He’s cautious about giving it to you too late in the night because it could make you groggy in the morning. But it works! “Sweet dreams, kitten,” he says as he kisses you one last time before falling asleep with you.

✨Iwaizumi✨ scolds you for staying up too late. After all, he trains professional volleyball players for a living, so he knows that sleep is vital to good performance. He sighs, “Don’t wait for me to come home next time.” You pout and open your arms for him to cuddle into, “But I didn’t get a good night kiss, so how can I fall asleep?” He’d shake his head with a smile but oblige you by snuggling into you, “You do realize that I’ll be at the Olympics all day next month, right?” “You act as if I’m not coming to every game.” His strong arms wrapped around your waist, “You’re too good for me.”

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#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #kita x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x you #suna rintaro x you #kenma x reader #kuroo x reader #iwaizumi x y/n #iwa chan #suna rintaro fluff #kita shinsuke #miya atsumu #osamu #kozume kenma #kuroo #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff

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goldencherryhazz · 3 years

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Touch

A/N: I went a little wild with this one, it a little messy but I hope you enjoy. Notes would be much appreciated, pls don’t copy my work! And as you can see I couldn’t think of a title lol.

Warnings: smut, masterbation, degradation, daddy kink, squirting, pure filth!

You know Harry didn’t like it when you played with yourself, the only acceptation he would make was when he was on tour but even then he would get you to FaceTime him so he could watch and guide you so that you would have the best orgasm, he always wanted to control your pleasure and to be fair any appendage of his body was ten times more pleasurable than your own. His fingers were longer and thicker and reached spots you didn’t even know existed, his tongue did wonders and flicked your bud just the right way, his cock was a whole other story you could only describe it as magical and you would never argue against that.

In your defence you knew that Harry recording vocals for his album this week and he was tired from countless late nights at work, he would always be frustrated with himself if he didn’t get a note for a song pitch perfect, and then he would just get mad at himself trying it over and over again but still not happy with it, then Jeff and the team would force him to go home after a while in fear that he would wear his voice out and have to go on vocal rest and the fact that he was probably going to burst from his pent up anger, and when he got back home he would just want to cuddle and go to sleep so you thought you would take care of yourself before he got back.

Once he did get home he had calmed down slightly, driving always seemed to calm him down for some strange reason. He got inside aiming to go straight to bed where he thought you would be, but when he goes past the bathroom he heard a small whimper, he had to do a double take at first but when the same sound comes from you again he was ready to burst through the door but decided to wait a few minutes to let you have your fun, because after this you wouldn’t be cumming for days.

Your moans start to get a little louder through the door and when he hears a loud shout of his name, well the preferred name you always called him when it came to doing anything sexual (‘daddy’) he burst through the door knowing you were probably about to cum, to find you sat on the edge of the bathtub fingers buried deep inside your head thrown back, which slowly lifted up in shock. You hadn’t even heard him come in the house, you thought you would of had plenty of time but you had obviously lost track being so lost in pleasure. The stern look on his face told you that you were in deep shit, so you opt to remove your fingers from your pussy and put both hands in your lap.

‘Well what do we have here baby’ he saunters in coming to stand right over you from your perch on the bathtub, he immediately noticing the pool of your juices on the floor.

‘Harry I didn’t’ you started before he made eye contact, the fury in his eyes was enough to shut you up.

‘First of all it’s daddy to you, and secondly how many times did you cum?’

‘Sorry daddy, I came twice’

‘hmm twice to many baby don’t you think, I see you squirted aswell didn’t you’

‘Yes d-daddy’ his eyes boar into yours and you couldn’t help but feel slightly intimidated.

‘You know daddy doesn’t like it when someone else touches his pretty little peach don’t you’

You nod, ‘my pussy belongs to you daddy, I’m sorry for touching myself’ you say quickly knowing that any excuse you had as to why you were playing with yourself wouldn’t work.

‘Hmm, now that’s what I like to hear’ he couldn’t help but get slightly hard at that but he quickly thinks about something else to not give you the satisfaction.

He averts his eyes to the floor quickly taking in the pool of your clear juices once again, a cynical smirk overtakes his features which instantly made you panic knowing he had something brewing up in that head of his.

He looks back at you ‘I want you to clean up your mess for me’ he says reaching his hand up to your jaw his thumb resting heavy in your bottom lip making it snap back when he released it again, ‘don’t want you to use a towel or anything like that, want you to use that pretty little mouth of yours, do you think you can do that? He asks even though you didn’t really have a choice.

‘Yes daddy’ you comply getting down on you knees still only wearing a t-shirt, hissing as the cold tiles make contact with your bare legs. You lower your head so your nose is just above your juices your hair falling onto the floor which is quickly resolved when Harry crouches down beside your form and grabs it and makes it into a makeshift pony tail at the back of your head before lowering you head down practically pressing you face into the wetness almost a signal to start cleaning up.

You lips start smacking against the tiled floors, the slurping sounded quite disgusting and made the heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment, but you knew he wouldn’t let you out of the bathroom till you had licked up every last drop.

‘Such a filthy fucking whore aren’t ya, doing anything daddy says’

Your hair being yanked slightly at every word to accentuate his statement as you hum again the floor, not being to come out with a proper respond without it being muffled.

Once Harry sees you are done he pulls your head up by your hair so that you are sat on in your calves, your chin slightly wet, your eyes had this fucked out look in them from being that submissive for him. He kissed you on the lips for the first time since he caught you, dipping his tongue into your mouth to have a taste, the kiss ends just as quick as it started just as you were starting to enjoy having his lips on yours, he runs a finger along your chin collecting the remainder of your juices and then dipping it into his mouth before moving to stand up.

‘C’mon come to bed where you can dream about cumming, cause if you think I’m touching you for the next week you can think again, you’ve been a very bad girl’

Before you even got the chance to get up off the floor he was already walking to the bedroom, he was angry from earlier and you had just added fuel to the fire and he had contained it very well if he said so himself. At the same time he couldn’t keep the small smirk off of his face, cause he was definitely going to have fun with you.

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Fast forward 3 days and your clit was throbbing and in desperate need of a release. To make it even worse Harry had had a few days off so the teasing was constant, he walked around the house in little to no clothes, made sure to leave the bathroom door slightly open to make sure you heard his moans when he jerked himself off in the shower almost loud enough that you would hear even from the living room. The way he would spoon you when you were cuddling or in bed, he would shuffle around and press his cock right between your ass cheeks so that you felt him even through layers of clothes.

The sexual deprivation was driving you insane to say the least. You were currently in bed reading a book Harry doing the same, well you were reading that was until you caught the sight of your boyfriend, before he was sat with his legs straight out infront of him but being the fidget-bum his is he had now moved his knees towards his chest and spread them slightly his feet planted on the bed. The fabric of his shorts tightened over the area between his legs, outlining his cock and balls perfectly, his thighs looking deliciously thick, the muscles of his tattooed arm flexed as he flicked through the pages of his book, the shirt he was wearing was practically skin tight making you ogle his figure at the head of the bed, from you spot on your belly further.

You don’t realise your shifting your legs together as you watch him, your panties now getting undeniably wet, trying to relieve some of the ever building pressure, the movement catching Harry’s attention.

‘What are you doing darling’ he looks at you knowingly.

‘Nothing’ stopping the movement of your legs, shying away from his gaze, staring at the words on the page you were currently on but not actually reading them.

‘Staring at me weren’t you, rubbing those soft little legs together’

‘Can’t help it, you look really good sat like that’ she says innocently.

‘What about a the rest of the time, do I not look good then’

‘Course you look good, it’s just- I can see the outline of you cock really good from here, making me soo wet, pretty sure I’ve ruined these panties by now.’

Well to bad baby, shouldn’t have been a bad girl the other day’ he retorts going back to reading planning on ignoring her desperate pleas.

‘Pretty please daddy, will you touch me’ making him huff and look back up at you, getting a little frustrated.

‘Oh it’s daddy now is it, you have your own fingers don’t you baby?’

‘But it’s not the same as when you do it’ she also knew that if she did touch herself again it would only prolong her punishment, but at this moment in time you was close to loosing it with how horny you were.

‘Well that didn’t stop you the other day did it’ he points out.

You whine ‘no baby don’t you get all bratty with me, I could’ve had you over my knee spanking your ass right now, would’ve made you feel it for days, but I bet you would have loved that though, cause you’re such a filthy girl, aren’t you’

‘Answer me, are you a filthy girl?’

‘Yes daddy I am’

‘Good now we have that established I am going to carry on reading, and I suggest you stop speaking before I have you over my knee, is that clear baby girl’

‘Yes daddy’ you say submissively doing as he said.

20 minutes had passed when an idea popped into your head, you had been warned not to talk and you knew the consequences but your mouth was moving before you had time to process it.

‘Daddy can we touch ourselves together, I-I mean like masterbate together’ you explain even though Harry already knew what you meant.

He looked at you in annoyance, but in his head he was absolutely pining at your suggestion. Getting to watch you touch yourself all spread out for him, and him doing the same. The past few days had also been torture for him too, he tried to replicate your touch when the was running his hand up and down his cock in the shower, but it wasn’t even close to the way your soft hands would stroke him, he had to resist pounding into you multiple times from just watching you do daily tasks, yesterday you were bending over the dining-room table to reach the vase of now dead flowers to put a new bunch in, you were wearing leggings so when you bent over he got a perfect view off your ass, he really wanted keep you bent over it as he pounded you into the table, he had to take himself to the small gym he had set up in the basement to calm himself down.

He closed his eyes and let out a angry sigh. He hated how much he was caving right now. He was adamant he wasn’t going to let you cum for the next week but your suggestion was too hard to resist. So if he wasn’t touching you he would still be carrying through with his punishment. Right?

He hadn’t said a single word yet, and you were almost certain he was going to say no, but when he marked the page he was on in his book and threw it down into the bed it brought a flicker of hope within you.

‘C’mere’ he murmured, making you scramble up the bed kneeling between his spread legs.

He cups your cheek ‘you were a bad girl the other night, made daddy upset. Didn’t think I was good enough, that I couldn’t satisfy you’

‘Daddy you always satisfy me, make me cum so fucking hard, no ones ever touched or fucked me the way you do’ you say truthfully.

‘And who do you belong to’

‘You daddy, always been you’ this tips him over the edge his cock hardening making a tent in his shorts.

‘That’s a good girl, now I’m going to let you cum, but on one condition, we don’t touch each other whatsoever, still gotta keep up with your punishment even if you did say all those nice things to daddy’

‘Okay, thankyou daddy’ a wave of relief washes over you, itching to just get on with it now.

‘Strip for me then’ you immediately start shuffling out of your clothes as if he had read your mind.

He does the same, moving to the middle of the headboard so that there would be more room, once you are finally naked and turn your head towards Harry again you gawk at him, he looked soo hot with his legs spread, his pretty cock hard up against his belly, he looked delicious. You catch yourself staring, quickly snapping out of it, moving to sit across from Harry replicating his position only being inches away from his form, your juices had made your pussy nice and slick practically glistening.

‘God you’re so wet haven’t even touched you, shit you’re such a filthy little slut’ he groaned, desperately wanting to reach out and run his fingers through your folds to get a taste.

‘Open’ he instructs quickly placing his fingers onto your mouth.

You were about to say something about the no touching rule but decide against it cause in reality he was going to do whatever he wanted anyway. So you let his fingers enter your mouth and happily suck on them, humming as you do. Just as quickly as he put them in he retracted his hand and brought it down to his throbbing cock, spreading the wetness from your mouth up and down his length.

‘What now daddy’ you ask knowing that if you did anything he didn’t want you to do he would probably stop all of this immediately, so you decide to teed carefully.

‘Touch those pretty tits for me’ he says going straight to tugging his leaky cock. So you bring your fingers down to your nipples, the coldness of them making you hiss when the come into contact instantly hardening them, you slowly begin to tweak the nubs between you thumb and index finger.

‘That’s it, just like how daddy does it except he’d have his mouth on you tits sucking and biting them marking you up just the way you like’ he says knowing this was getting you even more riled up.

After a couple of minutes he stops you ‘now I want you to tease that sweet cunt of yours, don’t you dare put a finger in your tight little hole until I say, is that’s clear’

‘Yes daddy’ you say making eye contact with him as you start to touch your clit.

The sight could have made him cum right there and then, his beautiful girl touching her perfect pussy like daddy had told her to, it got him impossibly harder as he was now moving his hand up and down faster, circling the sensitive head every once in a while.

Moan after moan was pouring out of your mouth, rubbing deep circle into your clit, the sight of your boyfriend getting himself off at the same time was incredibly hot.

‘You can dip those finger into your sweet pussy of yours now baby, doing so good for me’ he was desperate to see your face morph into one of pleasure.

You moan again at his words instantly slipping two finger inside of you, not having to be told twice. You bury them to the hilt curling them up, hitting your g-spot, the sensation making you bite your lip to suppress you moans but it was no use as one escaped you and your eyes roll back. You start building a rhythm which was subconsciously at the same time as Harry ran his hand up and down his length.

‘Go faster sweet girl, just like daddy does’ you whimpered already getting close to falling over the edge, you feverishly grasped the sheets trying to keep you body up.

‘Nobody does it like you though daddy’ you were never able to replicate the actions of his fingers and the way they worked at your cunt.

Harry groans and moans had increased as he got closer and closer ‘shit I’m gonna cum’ he says his cock twitching, a long purple vein bulging as his hand now stroking himself faster then before, you really wanted to lick up the underside of his length you practically drooled at the thought.

‘Can I please cum with you daddy’

‘No baby, daddy’s gonna cum first. Wanna cum on that pussy of yours, seeing as I can’t cum inside you. C-can you spread you folds for me, can you do that for me’ he slurred out inching closer to you.

You do as he says removing your fingers then spreading you folds for him ‘want you to cum on my pussy daddy, want it soo bad’ he reaches his spare hand to fondle his balls and with a few more pumps, that mixed with your words he was done for ‘shiiit I’m cumming’ he shouts rope after rope landing on you cunt and thighs, the sensation of his warm cum on your pussy making you feel all fuzzy and bringing you to the brink once again.

His legs start to shake from the oversensitivity, his hand slowly riding out the waves of his orgasm, eyes clamped shut, his mouth still hung open soft moans tumbling out of it. ‘You good daddy’ you ask as he finally opens his eyes again.

‘Hmmm, made me cum soo hard, such a filthy little thing, look at you pretty pussy covered in my cum, looks soo good baby’ he swipes some sweaty curls that he’d fallen onto his forehead.

‘Can I have a taste daddy’

Course baby, as long as I get one aswell’

You quickly bring your fingers and collect the mixture of you twos juices, bringing them to you mouth, humming at the taste that now laid heavy on your tongue, you replicate the action again but this time bring your fingers to Harry’s awaiting mouth, he took your finger in sucking in them greedily, his soft moans making shiver run up your spine.

‘Can I cum now daddy, please daddy’ you whimpered.

‘Been such a good girl for daddy, been waiting for soo long, bet your poor little cunts aching by now. Make yourself cum for me baby’

You instantly plunge your finger into your hole, Harry’s cum making you even slicker but sticky all at the same time, the area between your legs must have looked a mess, but Harry thought it was the most hottest and beautiful things he had seen, his cock getting excited again but he would deal with that in a bit.

You fingers move inside of you at a quick pace, even adding a third the sting of the stretch morphing into pleasure. ‘Tell you what baby, if you squirt for me we can cockwarm later, promise I won’t make you clean up the mess like I made you do the other day’

You whimper, how could you deny that it was impossible in fact, the last part would have made you laugh but you were too caught up in pleasure ‘okay daddy, I’ll s-squirt for you’

Your fingers were now going frantically fast, and when you feel like a balloon was forming in you lower belly you cried out in relief ‘found the spot haven’t you, gonna soak the sheets, gonna soak me angel’ he moaned. You were seconds away from your sweet release when you threw your head back breaking eye contact with Harry which he didn’t like one bit ‘look at me baby, wanna watch you fall apart, gonna cum for me, cum for daddy’ and with that you couldn’t hold it anymore your orgasm collapsing on top of you, the balloon inside you also bursting resulting in you squirting over the sheets and part of Harry’s lower half ‘thankyou daddy, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou’ was all you managed to get out, Harry swore he could have cum at the sight of you, fingers still slowly moving in and out of you pulsating cunt, trying to come down from your high. You looked utterly fucked out and it boosted his ego knowing that the majority of you pleasure was coming from him and he hadn’t even touched you. You eventually collapse flat in the bed not being able to hold yourself up any longer, still out of breath like you had tuna marathon.

‘Fuck you’re soo hot baby, came soo hard and squirted like daddy told you, now you get to have my cock in your tight little cunt later cause you’ve been such a good girl for daddy’ you moan at that.

‘Mhhh love being your good girl, don’t know if I like being your bad girl more though’

‘Let’s stick to being good shall we, don’t think I can handle not being able to be inside you and it’s only been 3 days, think I would shrivel up if I have to do it again.’ He chuckled making you laugh tiredly. Soon you feel him crawl up between your legs before leaning over you until you two were face to face. ‘Kissy’ he asks puckering his lips making you smile wildly, leaning up to kiss his plump lips, the both of you feeling as if you were on cloud 9 now indulging in one another as their lips pressed, and tongues danced with each other.

Maybe all that torture wasn’t soo bad after all.

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universalimagines · 3 years

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Saw that you are writing for pll and I am hyped!!! Could I request the scene where Spencer was in the dollhouse with all the blood and she actually hurt the Reader because A made her do it but she can't remember? Reader remembers but doesn't want to talk about that? Once at the hospital after escaping, Aria sees that Y/N has a huge knife cut on her abdomen that gets stitched up and she is telling the girls in Spencer's hospital room? Reader is repellent to Spencer because she got the most hurt in the house because A thinks she is the weakest? Maybe after Spencer gets through her they talk about it? (Angst and fluff in the ending pls!!) 🍓

Spencer Hastings x Reader

The door opened to your room inside the hellscape that was A's Dollhouse.

The lights on the ground illuminated the path A wanted you to take. After you and the girls had tried to escape during A's Prom, she'd locked you all in your rooms for God knows how long.

Part of you wanted to give A the finger and tell her to screw off, but then you'd remember what you endured at A's hand and realized it would be easier to obey... for now.

You followed the lighted signs and saw that you were at Spencer's room. The door unlocked and you were let inside. On the floor was Spencer, passed out.

"Spencer!" You cried as you ran over to her and flipped her onto her back as the door shut behind you. Looking at her face, you saw massive bags under her eyes as if she hadn't slept in days. It didn't take long for you to realize A must have intentionally been sleep depriving her.

Suddenly Spencer's eye opened and she lunged at you screaming bloody murder. She was up so quickly that you only just noticed the giant Ka-Bar knife in her hand. She swung it brazenly at you drawing blood from your forearm.

"Spencer its me!" You yelled trying to calm her down.

But it didn't work. As you looked into her eyes and she kept coming after you, you saw they looked just like when she'd gone manic when she'd been addicted to drugs. You knew that in this state, she couldn't be reasoned with, only worn down.

As you attempted to continue dodging her, you made a miscalculation and tripped falling on your back. Spencer came down right on top of you screaming as she attempted to plunge the knife into your chest. And then she made contact. Her blade pierced your lower abdomen and she kept slamming the blade into you.

Your vision started to fade as Spencer in exhaustion gave up her assault and collapsed on top of you. Before you passed out, you felt an unknown person drag you away from Spencer and out of the room.

XXXXXXXXXX

Eventually you and the girls did manage to escape that hellhole. However thanks to your injuries, the paramedics had to carry you out so you and the girls could be sent to the hospital.

Now the girls except you were all gathered in Spencer's room having taken the time to discuss their next course of action.

As the conversation of what to do with Spencer's revelation of someone called Charles, the conversation led to your notable absence.

"I wish we had Y/N to bounce some ideas off." Emily comments.

"Yeah. Where is Y/N anyway?" Hanna asks.

Aria fidgeted nervously in her seat. "I was with Y/N in the ambulance. They took Y/N to surgery.

Spencer shot up from her seat in shock. "What... why!?"

Aria continued. "They found Y/N in a room with a badly dressed stab wound. They moved Y/N to surgery as soon as we arrived."

"Let's go find the room. We need to be there for Y/N." Spencer said suddenly feeling a wave of energy as she marched off to the nurses station with the others in tow.

"Excuse me." Spencer said to the nurse. "We were all brought in with a friend, Y/N L/N. Can you tell me what room Y/N is in?"

The nurse turned to her computer and typed in the info. "Room 213."

"Thank you." Spencer said as she rushed off to your room.

As you came to, you saw that all the girls were hovered around your bed.

"Y/N's awake." Emily called out.

"Girls?" You mumbled. "What are you all doing here?"

"Aria told us someone stabbed you down in that hellhole." Hanna replied. "We wanted to make sure you're ok."

"I'm so glad you're ok. "Spencer then tried to grab your hand and you recoiled.

The girls were quick to notice this and Spencer looked like she might cry.

"I'm sorry... I... I'm just tired." You said trying to sound convincing.

The girls silently nodded and slowly dispersed from the room with Spencer lingering for an extra moment.

XXXXXXX

Back at home things just kept getting harder. It was still impossible for you to sleep without dreaming of the Dollhouse. But even worse, you'd been trying to avoid Spencer for the time. The encounter at the hospital hadn't been a one time affair. Anytime she tried to touch you, you'd recoil. You'd hoped time would ease the wound but it didn't

As you were out for a run trying to calm your mind, you saw Spencer leaning against her car clearly waiting for you to return. You tried to turn before she saw you but you took a bad step and tripped.

"Argh!!!" You yelled as you felt the pain in your leg.

"Y/N!" Spencer cried as she came running to you trying to help you up

"I'm ok." You protested as she helped you back to your feet.

"Like hell you are." Spencer retorted.

You noticed Spencer was holding you arm again and you mind briefly slipped back to the Dollhouse. On instinct you slipped your arm out of her grip.

But this time Spencer was ready and moved herself to she was blocking your path. "Y/N we have to talk. You've been avoiding me."

"I haven't" You lied.

"Yes you have." Spencer tried to hold back the tears. "And every time I try and touch you, you break away."

You tried to deny it but no words came. "Please Y/N talk to me. I love you and I don't know what happened down there but please talk to me." Spencer pleaded with tears streaming down her face.

"You don't remember?" You asked and she shook her head. "Spencer... the reason I had to go to surgery. The person who stabbed me was you."

This time Spencer recoiled hard in shock. She put her hands to her mouth in disbelief and started to back away.

"Wait Spencer!" You grabbed her wrist to stop her. "A let me into your room after we tried to escape. You were passed out and then you came at me. You were completely manic at the time. You didn't know it was me."

"I'm so sorry." Spencer cried.

"It wasn't your fault." You said as you gently took her hands in yours. "A set the entire thing up. A's the one to blame."

"I don't know how to get passed this." Spencer asked.

"We'll find a way." You said drawing her in for a hug. "Together."

#spencer hastings #spencer hasting x reader #spencer hastings imagine #pretty little liars #pretty little liars x reader #pretty little liars imagine

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moon-spirit-yue · 2 years

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I've seen most of your incorrect posts on the ratld tags and keep going pls dshfhds also i have an idea to propose sponsored by my sleep deprivation: what if 18-year old Virana met someone from Heart and fell head over heels for her (bc sapphic yearning runs in the Fang royal fam) who turns out to be 18-year old Raya's mom but 18-year old Benja went "sike, i reached her oblivious ass first" and that's the story on why Virana wants to steal the dragon gem as revenge bc her first loml got "stolen", but she didn't expect for the Druun to come back

Wait hold on this is actually hilarious I got you:

18 year old Virana, talking to one of her soldiers: this is ridiculous! I should not have to go to Heart just because some stupid prince asked me to!

Fang soldier, laughing: hey, you know I like being here as much as you do, but you gotta remember this guy is the chief now

Virana, scowling: damn, you’re right. The old chief and her husband died like three years ago didn’t they?

Fang soldier, nodding: that’s right. Kind of makes me feel bad for the guy

Virana, rolling her eyes: doesn’t change the fact that I’d rather have my serlot maul my leg off than be here. Shit, I have no idea where we are

Fang soldier, frowning: me neither. We should ask for directions

Virana: I truly hate this day *walks up to a random woman and taps her shoulder* excuse me, do you happen to know where the Heart palace is?

Heart woman, turning around and smiling: oh yeah! I’m headed there anyways you two can tag along! I’m Lien! And you are ?

Virana, blushing and mumbling: way gayer than I thought apparently

Lien: what did you say? I didn’t quite hear you

Virana, trying to recover: uh I said my name is Virana. Princess Virana of Fang. Pleasure to meet you

Fang soldier: *trying not laugh*

Virana: *elbows him harshly*

*a few minutes later*

Lien: well here it is!

Virana, smiling at her: thank you very much. Would I be able to see you tomorrow? I’ll be here for a couple days and I quite like your company

Lien: that would be great! I like your company too

Heart soldier, walking up to them and sighing: I fear Chief Benja just became gravely ill. His sickness will leave him bedridden for a couple of weeks. He will be fine but he’s not up for visitors. My apologies

Virana, sighing: well there goes my hopes of getting this done in a timely fashion

Lien, frowning: oh poor guy! He’s so miserable when he’s sick

Virana, raising an eyebrow: so I take it you know the chief well?

Lien, nodding: yeah we’ve been friends for years. Ever since his parents passed I can’t help but worry about him

Virana: wow, you truly have such a caring heart

Fang soldier, rolling his eyes: oh give me a break you pathetic lesbian

*a few weeks later*

Lien, shaking Virana awake after one of their sleepovers: wake up! Benja sent one of his messengers to let us know he’s feeling better and can meet us!

Virana, smiling: oh that’s great, let’s go!

Lien, arriving at the palace: alright he’s usually- *blushes intensely* oh-

Benja, yawning and not wearing a shirt: right, let them know- oh, Lein! Princess Virana! A pleasure to have you both here! I apologize for the lack of attire I thought you’d be coming later

Lien, laughing nervously: oh you don’t have to apologize! You do whatever you want Benja! *whispering* Especially if it means you don’t wear clothes-

Virana, scowling: right. Let’s get this over with

*a few hours later*

Virana, bluntly: are you interested in Benja romantically?

Lien, sighing: well I try not to be so obvious, but he just never gets the clue! I assume he’s so focused on being chief that he doesn’t realize my advances

Virana, mumbling: please, I could treat you way better than he could

Lien, yawning: what was that?

Virana, casually: I said he’s stupid if he doesn’t realize what’s right in front of him

Lien, sighing: I guess…….

Benja, kicking down the door: LIEN ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH ME?!

Lien, startled: uh yes?????? This is really random what-

Benja, blushing: uh so long story short I go to therapy twice a week and I was upset because I couldn’t figure out how to tell you I liked you or knew if you liked me back but then my therapist basically told me to use my eyes and see that you were already in love with me so I-

Lien: *cuts him off by kissing him*

Virana, watching the entire thing: well, this is definitely my villain origin story

#raya and the last dragon #rayaari #namaari #raya x namaari #ratld #namaari x raya #raya and namaari #ratld namaari #raya disney #ratld raya

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billiedeanhwrd · 3 years

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i only want you

ally mayfair-richards x fem!reader

summary: after being distant for a while, ally finally opens up to you about what's going on at an emotional breakfast.

warnings: age difference (legal), lowkey a vent

word count: 1272

a/n: i haven't had the chance to write bc of school stress and personal issues lately, so enjoy this older piece. it's been sitting in my drafts for a while now. i wrote it when i was really sad and heavily sleep deprived so pls excuse how bad it is, but i wanted to post something at least :)

gif credits to @thatsmypeach

"do i hold you back?"

ally's question cut through the uncomfortable tension that had settled between the two of you since you've left the office party last night. she's been acting a bit more distant lately, but you weren't sure how to approach the subject, so you didn't, instead you waited for her to come to you with what was weighing her down.

she had barely shown you any affection in the past 2 weeks and every time you tried to have a romantic moment with her, she blew you off. you assumed it was stress, but there was a heartbreaking fear creeping up on you that maybe she acted like this because she didn't love you anymore, maybe you weren't good enough for her anymore.

your lack of knowledge on how to handle this and your insecurities held you back from pointing out the elephant in the room, little did you know, the same thing was happening to your girlfriend.

last night was the essentially very similar to other nights you went out, you came together and you left together, but something in ally's behavior was alarmingly different yesterday. ally detached herself from your grip on her hand as soon as she saw a potential conversing partner and left you standing alone at the bar, she wouldn't normally do that, always so eager to show you off and publicly announce you as hers.

you were trying your best not to think of the worst case scenario, unsuccessfully sadly, until a group of young interns settled down close to you at the bar and you decided to join in on their drinking games, thinking fuck it, might as well enjoy myself as you sauntered towards them.

you ended up having more fun (& drinks) than you expected, drawing attention to you and your group of new found friends multiple times when your laugh echoed through the building. you didn't notice how ally was watching you from afar, jealousy, but mostly fear bubbling up inside her.

she was always watching you, the sight of you making her heart ache, she loved you after all... and that scared her, so she put some distance between you two, which was quite the challenge given that you were ozzy's babysitter and lived with your girlfriend and her son.

she longed to be close to you, missed you so much, it hurt her physically. she needed to be close to you so desperately, but her insecurities and late night worries held her back, her trust and abandonment issues that resulted from her last relationship impacting her more than she'd like to admit.

from the get-go she had been slightly insecure about the age difference between you two, i mean for god's sake she was a mother and an accomplished politician and you were college student. It took her a while to confess her feelings for you and even after months of dating now, the insecurities didn't leave.

"what?"

her question almost caused you to spit out your cereal, visibly confused you narrowed your eyes at her, practically begging for an explanation to such an absurd question.

ally put down the coffee she had been nursing for a while now, too lost in her thoughts to notice her morning beverage getting cold.

she tucked a strand of her brown hair behind her ear and shifted around slightly on her chair, her eyes darting up and down between yours and the kitchen table.

"i realized recently that you spend so much time with me and ozzy and the people i get along with, that you barely get to go out and do all the typical college stuff, wild parties and interacting with people your age... you know, that kind of stuff"

her hands now folded on the table, she started picking at the skin around her nails, one of the many nervous habits she still had that you picked up on.

you sat across from her, confusion still written over your face with a dash of hurt. you crossed your legs and took a deep breath, trying to calm your heavily pounding heart.

"please, continue", you said in the most unaffeted tone you could muster, nodding your head in her direction to encourage her to keep going.

"would you rather be with someone your age?", her voice cracked in the middle of the sentence, just the thought of losing you and confirming what she feared breaking her heart.

another question that sent your heart rate up, how could she even think that?

"is that why you've been so distant lately... because you're scared i'm planning on leaving you for someone younger?"

ally nodded and wiped the tears away that were now flowing freely down her cheeks.

you jumped up from your seat at the table and kneeled down in front of your girlfriend, taking her hands into yours after she turned towards you.

"ally, i love you", you reassured her, your voice coming out staggered due to the lump in your throat while you were fighting back tears. "i would never want to be with anybody else", you soothed her while wiping away her tears. "you're not holding me back—", you continued, stroking the palm of her hand with your thumb, "—i'm not missing out on anything by being with you."

"but you were having so much fun with those interns last night...", she said sniffling, letting her head fall to hide her incoming tears.

"i was—", you gently tilted her head back up, "—and if i feel like partying or hanging out with other college students i will... but i'd much rather spend time with you."

you pressed a kiss to the back of her hand and waited a little for her to calm down. when her breathing returned to normal and the crying stopped you spoke up again, "i missed you a lot lately"

"i missed you too", she sheepishly admitted.

"i'm sorry for not telling you how i was feeling, i didn't want to be a burden", ally continued, justifying her lack of communication in a way that made your heart ache.

"babe, you're never a burden to me", your eyes welling up with tears again and anger forming in your head at ivy for making her feel this way.

"you don't have to tell me anything you're not comfortable with, but i want you to know you can share anything that goes on in your mind with me, because i care, so so much", you emphasized, starring into her eyes.

"i care about anything and everything concerning you and i never want you to keep thoughts like these from me because you think you'd be a burden, i love you more than anything, ally", tears were flowing down your cheeks, this moment making you too emotional to hold them back.

ally patted her lap for you to sit and you flung your arms around her neck as you settled in her lap. ally held onto you as if she never wanted to let you go again as you both cried in each other's embrace.

after a few minutes of just holding each other and relishing the feeling of that emotional safety you both offered each other, you removed your head from her shoulder and stared into her eyes.

"do you promise to not hide this kinda stuff from me again?"

"i promise", she nodded.

and with that your lips collided and she kissed you so deeply, so passionately and with so much emotion you thought your heart would explode at the love you felt for the woman beneath you.

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cinnaminsvga · 4 years

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🤬 | seokjin

the sleep deprived series (n.): drabbles that i write when i’m sad and tired

→ frenemy!seokjin ft. e2l and the magnificent get-along sweater | 2K words → a/n: this is dedicated to my homie @jincherie who has been, as they say, wiping her ass everyday only to shit again. i can’t really do much to actually alleviate your circumstances except maybe making you smile, so i hope this can be your tiny ray of sunshine amidst the crap. this fic literally makes no sense because i wrote this within one hour so i’m sorry but pls know that ilysm!!

“Where’d you even fucking get this abomination?” you growl, struggling fruitlessly against the coarse fabric. In your fidgeting, your elbow knocks into Seokjin’s broad chest, causing more damage to your weak joints than anything. Even so, Seokjin grunts overdramatically, stepping on your toes in retaliation.

“Yoongi-chi, you know that I love you very much—” Seokjin seethes, his teeth clenched almost painfully as he fights to restrain himself from ripping the sweater in half, a la Hulk style. “—but I will not hesitate to stab you once I get out of here.”

“Not my fault that you both are acting like a bunch of toddlers,” Yoongi snorts, hip jutted out in contempt like the homosexual that he is. “And to answer your other question, I bought that sweater online after your last fight, when you two were literally wrestling on the kitchen counter. I didn’t know whether I walked into some intense BDSM play or a WWE ring.”

“You bought a fucking get-along sweater for us? What are you, some sort of Christian camp counselor?” you growl, kicking your legs out in an attempt to hit him. The slimy twink bastard jumps away gracefully, landing onto the loveseat opposite the couch that you were sitting on. He crosses his legs, opening his arms wide when your traitorous cat jumps onto his lap, looking to all the world like a terrible Bond villain from the 80s.

“If I was Christian, I would not put the two of you into a sweater together,” Yoongi says. He strokes your cat, who purrs loudly before pointing a contemptuous glare back at you, as if she was enjoying your torture too. Dumb cat. You never liked Miko anyway.

Yoongi continues, “Anyone would two eyes knows that you both are just one brawl away from fucking each other into the next dimension. Lord knows that your sexual tension could power the entire city.”

It’s Seokjin’s turn to snort, who has been relatively quiet in comparison to you. He’s also less fidgety, but that might be because he at least has the advantage and comfort of occupying 90% of the sweater space due to his oceanic shoulders. You once described him as “horizontally imbalanced,” which he did not find slightly amusing.

“I would rather place my balls into a panini press and feed them to Miko than to ever fuck Y/N,” Seokjin fake-gags, squirming uncomfortably in his seat. “It would be less hot for me to actually grill my penis than for me to sink into her hell-ish cunt. I swear, you could bake bread in there with how much yeast has accumulated from—“

You headbutt his chin before he can finish, squawking indignantly. The satisfying sound of his teeth clacking together in pain is momentary but worthwhile. “Excuse you, but it’d be an honor to fuck me! I’ve got that S-tier pussy! If my pussy was in a gacha game, people would spend thousands of dollars just to roll for my mystical coochie!”

Yoongi smirks. “So you admit that you do want Seokjin to fuck you!”

“What the fuck! No! That is—what the—I don’t!” You stammer, face flushing as you struggle to regain your footing in the conversation. Yoongi’s eyebrow raises, intrigued by your slip-up. “That is totally not what I meant, and you know it!”

Yoongi picks at his nails, pointedly avoiding eye contact. “Sorry, I don’t speak hetero. Prithee, explain thy peculiar mating rituals to one who does not walk the straight and narrow path.”

You slump back against the couch, forcing Seokjin to follow and fall backward with you. His shoulder hits you square in the boob, causing you to groan in pain. “Yoongi, just let us out of this thing before I lose a limb to this walking inflatable tubeman,” you plead, ignoring Seokjin’s glare.

“I resent that,” Seokjin inputs, but no one pays him any mind. Your attention is focused solely on the smirking kitty man in front of you, who grows smugger as time ticks on.

Everyone in your friend group is aware of the weird relationship you have with Seokjin. Ever since you met him in your freshman year of university, things were never peaceful between the two of you. It was always constant bickering, squabbling, competing… everything. Even Jungkook, Seokjin’s other sworn enemy, doesn’t argue with the elder as much as you did.

For three years, everyone just assumed it was your weird kindergarten schoolyard way of showing affection for each other, and at the beginning, it might have been. You and Seokjin, both of whom have never dated in their lifetimes despite being moderately popular while growing up, are unsurprisingly emotionally stunted and never learned how to just be nice to people you like. Affection who? Compassion where? To the both of you, physical connection can only be achieved through hair tugging and nipple pinching, and not even in the sexy way.

But at a certain point, things were starting to get tiring. Your arguments only grew larger in scale, to the point where it was getting hard to differentiate whether the bruises on your neck were from pinches or something else.

“I just… Ugh… When are they gonna fuck, hyung? I’m actually getting tired of their constant fighting,” Namjoon had lamented one afternoon, just a day after your last altercation with Seokjin. It had been a big one, where Seokjin nearly lost a tooth when you had landed a neat uppercut squarely on his jaw after he called your toes ‘a foot fetishist’s worst nightmare.’

Yoongi’s boyfriend had been staring listlessly into his bowl of soup for the past hour, and he was honestly starting to get worried when it looked like Namjoon had started muttering to himself in a foreign language. Yoongi almost thought he might have been scrying for a prophecy, begging for an answer to their most pressing question.

“What do you want me to do about it? Lock them in a room and let them out only after they’ve done the deed? Mixed bodily fluids? Performed the monkey dance to its climax?! No thanks, I don’t wanna be near them when that can of worms finally explodes,” Yoongi grimaced, shivering at the thought.

Namjoon shook his head quickly, face paling with him. “Heaven forbid. Maybe you can keep it PG? How about getting one of those get-along sweaters or something. I think they used those in kindergarten.”

Yoongi sighed. “Yeah, but the question would be how I’d get them into it.” He flaps his noodle arms around in demonstration. “I’m not exactly in the running for world’s strongest twink. Plus, years of fighting each other means they’re both stronger than I am.”

Namjoon shrugged. “Easy, just dare them to wear it. Make it into a competition. Nothing gets them more riled up than when they’re trying to outcompete each other.”

And so, that’s how the two of you had gotten stuck in a 3XXL Hello Kitty sweater that Yoongi had bought from Ebay. It has yet to be decided whether spending $40 on expedited shipping was worth it.

“Look, Yoongi-chi. We both promise that we will stop fighting once you let us out of this,” Seokjin says, smiling sweetly at him. Had Yoongi been younger and much more prone to the alluring temptation of the Straight Man™️, he might have caved. But Yoongi is older now, plus he knows when Seokjin is lying better than any polygraph test.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, waving him off. “Fat chance. You’d probably stop fighting for approximately three hours before getting mad about mint chocolate ice cream or something.”

“Hey! Give us some credit. We both agree that flavor is abhorrent, so we would never argue about that,” you retort, with Seokjin nodding furiously in agreement. You glance at him. “And I feel like we’d last at least six hours without fighting. What was our record again?”

“Five hours and twenty-two minutes,” Seokjin says.

You hum thoughtfully. “Okay, I can promise at least five hours and thirty minutes. Maybe.”

Yoongi groans, rubbing his temples in frustration. His souring mood even makes Miko jump away in fright, and the two idiots trapped in a sweater can immediately feel the dip in temperature. Uh oh, here we go!

“I am absolutely sick and tired of the two of you dumbasses fighting all the time! It’s embarrassing as hell trying to bring either of you anywhere in public because everyone mistakes your little catfights for strange foreplay or whatever,” Yoongi glowers. The two of you shrink into your seats, ashamed.

“We’ve only gotten kicked out of one Costco—” Seokjin defends.

“But we did get fined for public indecency at the beach when I pulled your trunks down, which was totally unfair, by the way,” you mutter.

“You literally threatened to, and I quote, ‘Suck the soul out of Seokjin’s dick until he dies.’ How the hell is that unfair?!” Yoongi exclaims.

“It was a death threat! I would’ve accepted a charge for attempted murder, but that was not going to be a sexy blowjob, I assure you—”

Yoongi holds up a hand to silence you. “Face it, you both like each other. Whatever! Sure, you guys are the token straight people in our friend group, but that doesn’t make you bland as hell! Well, actually, it does but…” Yoongi pauses, wondering if it was worth lying. It takes a second for him to refocus. “Where was I? Oh right—“

Yoongi clears his throat, starting again. He heaves a deep breath, shoulders sagging tiredly as he puts on the sincerest face he can muster. “Listen, I just want to say that I care a lot about you, okay? And it sucks seeing the both of you hurting every time the other person says something really mean that neither of you even mean! If anything, will you please stop for me? If you really cared about our friendship, will you do it for me?”

There is a heavy pause as Yoongi strives to get his breathing back in check, his impassioned speech causing his fragile grandpa heart to race. He can feel his cheeks darkening in embarrassment, unused to using his “hyung voice” on Seokjin or you. Separately, the two of you are very reliable, never really needing him to scold either of you. Together, however… that’s a different story, but as the next eldest hyung, it really only fell to Yoongi to fix his friends’ mess of a relationship.

Screw age hierarchy. Yoongi would love to see Jungkook try to get Seokjin and you to fuck. Would absolutely pay to see the twerp squirm as he tries to even say the word “penis.”

After a while, Seokjin and you share a look. Yoongi watches with bated breath as he waits for either of you to speak, but he can sense some unspoken conversation happening between you. Perhaps, after years of exchanging blows, you had somehow knocked brain cells into each other and now share a weird psychic connection. Or, more likely, the two of you actually like each other and understand each other on a deeply personal level, so personal in fact that you could probably finish each other’s sentences, like—!

“We refuse,” you both reply in tandem, your joined voices echoing throughout the apartment. You both had said it so in sync that Yoongi might have imagined the other person speaking, but no—you both really did just say that to his face. In front of Miko. In front of his goddamn imaginary salad.

“Excuse me?” Yoongi squeaks. He cleans his ears with his fingers but finds no cotton there. These bitches! How dare they just throw his speech to the gutter! That shit took brain cells to think of, and he is not in the business of wasting his precious minutes by using them for productivity.

You shrug, leaning against Seokjin’s shoulder. He can see the ghost of a smirk tugging at your lips, thoroughly enjoying Yoongi’s confusion. “You heard us. We’ve made the executive decision to double our efforts, actually.”

Seokjin nods, not even shoving you off his shoulder like he normally would whenever you made contact with him. What? “Exactly. Honestly, we’ve been fighting for so long that we’ve kinda been just doing it for the bit at this point, and the fact that it annoys you so much is just the icing on the cake.”

Yoongi stares at them. His brain doesn’t feel like it’s connecting to his body at all; he feels like he’s floating. “So. What you’re saying is—“

“We know we like each other. Whatever. But we also like fighting, so who gives a shit if we’re having fun at the end of the day?” you shrug, pinching Seokjin’s cheek for good measure. As per usual, the elder retaliates by grabbing your finger with robot-like accuracy, before biting you there like a ravaging beast.

“And before you ask, no, we aren’t really dating. Yet. We kinda just wanted to piss as many people off before actually becoming official. We honestly didn’t think that you’d be the first one to crack.” Seokjin says, your finger falling from his mouth. The imprint of his teeth marks on your skin are plain as day, but you don’t look remotely bothered by it. In fact, you’re practically cooing at his ‘baby teefies’ like a psychopath.

“I—“ Yoongi stutters, at a loss for words for once in his life. He stands from the chair, but his knees give out from under him, causing him to tumble to the carpeted floor. He holds his head in his hands, shell-shocked. “So… That means…”

“Yeah, we’re kinda just freaky, I guess.” You muse before laughing hysterically when Yoongi begins to sob. “Hey, you’re right! We did make Yoongi cry! Do you think we could make Namjoon piss himself in rage when he finally confronts us too?”

Seokjin cackles, shaking your hand underneath the sweater. “If anyone can do it, I know that we can.”

And so, the two of you stand up clumsily to your feet, not bothering to escape the ridiculous sweater as you both waddled out of Yoongi’s apartment. From outside his door, Yoongi hears the sound of a new fight commencing, your shrieks resonating down the hall and for all the world to hear.

#btsghostie #bts scenarios #seokjin x reader #bts x reader #bts reader insert #bts fanfiction #bts imagines #bts humor #e2l #kim seokjin #seokjin scenarios #jin scenarios #bangtan #bts fanfic #the sleep deprived series

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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me, nodding of to sleep: IM HERE IM HERE

did my head just loll to the side? you will never know. first of all this chapter was the most beautiful thing i have ever read. Mavid have my HEART. It's also 4 16 am so im sorry if the reactions are a little bland but this was PERFECT.

me, throughout the whole thing: mavid mavid mavid

They had kissed for the first time almost a week ago. And they had kissed again. A couple of times.

Okay fine, they had kissed a lot since then.

Not a lot a lot. But a lot.

Wait a minute. How much kissing was a lot of kissing?

this is adorable

“I heard he cried when he found out Lexi and Liv were dating,” David chuckled.

yup that's jace

“We have to pay to talk on the phone?” Max asked incredulously. “I thought it was free.”

“Of course it isn’t free, Max!” David chuckled. “We have to pay for WiFi too.”

“This is ridiculous!” Max said. “Next you will say we have to pay for electricity.”

“Um, we do have to pay for electricity,” David chuckled again.

we pay for water too

but max you didnt know-

“Don’t let them guilt trip you!” Max had chastised. “They like doing chores. Let them do it. They fight demons all day and then come home and do chores. I feel like it’s their form of therapy. They need this.”

cant relate nope

“I don’t know,” Max groaned. “My family is so dramatic.”

the lightwood-banes in one sentence

THERE ARE SO MANY FEELS MY HEART CANNOT CONTAIN

“Well, too late!” Max announced. “This date is going to be the best first date in the history of first of dates.”

In retrospect, he really shouldn’t have said that.

nah its gonna be great

“Perhaps you should just take him to the New York Library. They have, uh, books.”

yes that is what they keep in libraries

OH MY GOD THE FRIEND IS ELYASS

HERE'S MY FAVORITE DEMON Y'ALL

His parents would not be pleased if they knew Max was summoning demons for relationship advice.

But they had also encouraged Max to make friends with everyone regardless of their identity. So, technically this was their fault. They gave him very mixed messages.

well-

you know i really shouldnt have laughed at the demon attack news but for some reason i did

i blame my sleep deprivation

shit i feel sick

you know maybe i shouldve just waited till the morning...

ok but the demon attack is NOT coincidental

there is something going on

“I thought dragon demons were extinct!” Max yelled over the commotion.

well-

ANJALI

“Man, fuck the orders!” Max said in frustration.

if you get hurt ill kill you

oh it's not her

well fuck

“That was an Armani, you piece of shit!” Rafael yelled at the demon. Max almost laughed.

THE AUDACITY

It really did. Dragon demons smelled like they lived inside a boys locker room.

well that's nice to know

FUCK THEY ARE TALKING NOW???

ok what is going on

“Say the thing!!!”

“I’m not saying the damn thing, you maniac!”

“Say the thing!”

Rafael groaned and raised his hands, the alliance rune lighting up.

“I’m not just a shadowhunter,” Rafael said through gritted teeth. “I’m Magnus Bane’s son.”

LMAO THEM

“Well, demons are stupid,” Max pointed out.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Rafael said with a mouthful of food. “You are half demon after all.”

Im so sleepy i cant even react to this

but THEM I CANT-

WHERE.IS.ALEC

Max wanted to laugh. Only David would worry about another person while being injured in the infirmary.

MUST BE PROTECTED

Max nodded; his throat still dry. He couldn’t stop staring at David. At the wound. At the blood.

Also, maybe the naked chest.

AHEM

OH MY GOD JAIME IS ALIVE

we're getting lightwood-bane fluff LET ME CRY

alec...

on one hand alec smoking is fucking hot BUT WITH THE MUNDANE DISEASES OH HELL NAH

“But it tastes so good when it’s from your plate!” Max said with a mouth full of food.

“Oh, you want my food? Here!” Rafael grinned and threw a piece of chicken at his face.

Max caught it with his mouth cause wasting food was a crime. “Thanks, bro!”

“You little s-”

HE CAUGHT IT IN HIS MOUTH

“And no fighting over chicken!” Bapak pointed out. “We can always summon some more.”

“Order,” dad corrected. “We don’t summon. We order. And then we pay.”

“How do we destroy capitalism if we have to pay for everything?” Max asked.

Max has a point y'know

“That’s rich coming from someone who is wearing an Armani jacket,” Max stuck out his tongue.

“It was a gift!” Rafael said, furiously chewing on his chicken.

“Does that mean Bapak is a capitalist?” Max asked.

LMAO

Max: What even-

Max: Can shadowhunters get high on iratzes lol

CAN THEY???

David: Mr Herondale yelled “Yes! Two out of three!”

MOOD

PLEASE RAFAEL AND MAGNUS ARE LIKE "About time"

SAME THOUGH

“David is what you get if Dad and Uncle Jace and Uncle Jem had a baby.”

STOP NO

“Oh,” Max said. “Uh, David and I…We are dating.”

Dad choked on his coffee. “Excuse me?”

Bapak chuckled next to him. “Of course you didn’t know.”

“You two are dating?” dad demanded. “Since when? Who else knows about this? Why didn’t you tell us before? Were you dating when you were in London? Magnus, did you know about this?”

“There you go!” Max yelled triumphantly. “That’s the dramatic reaction I was looking for. Thanks, dad!”

There's alec. Yup

OH MY GOD NOT THE SEX TALK

good thing i had wattpad I MEAN-

“Kissing?” dad gaped. “On the mouth???”

“Um, where else would we kiss?” Max asked incredulously.

“Well, actually,” Bapa cleared his throat. “There are many ways you can enjoy-”

IM CACKLING

And that’s how the next hour turned out to be the most painful and most embarrassing hour of his life.

Max decided he would rather get attacked by a hoard of dragon demons than sit through it any longer

“You guys know we have something called the internet, right?” Max demanded.

“Well, the internet can have mixed messages,” Bapak sniffed. “We on the other hand have real life experien-”

“Magnus!” dad looked red in the face.

“Fine,” Bapak sighed. “Now moving on to the importance of lubrication and-”

“I’m begging you to stop,” Max groaned.

THE NOISES WHICH LEFT MY MOUTH ARE NOT OK TO BE MAKING AT 3 30 AM

“I’ll have you know this conversation utterly traumatized me. I demand financial compensation.”

HE'S SO DRAMATIC

“Well,” dad said carefully. “David is…”

“French?” Max asked.

i blame my sleep deprived ass for laughing at this

next thing i know someone's being tortured and im laughing because i dont have sleep in my system

Max honey...

listen to him

i for one, dont want a repeat of pg 511 cols

oh he's finding out about the incident

that's what i call it

Max thought of all the stories he had heard then. The one of the warlock who killed people who he could bring back his dead girlfriend. The one about a nephilim mother who paired up with prince of hell to bring back her dead son.

oh yeah...

shudder

They called it The Jem effect.

AYYYYY

It was true. In fact, he used to have a crush on both Tessa and Jem. It’s how he had found he was bisexual.

very very valid. have a good day sir

AWW MAX DIDNT KNOW HE COULD BLUSH

you know it's a sign ive been watching b99 too much that i was imagining mina talking like gina...

pls send help

ALSO MINA BESTEST SDCHJDFVYDYUGFYUGFVDYVFD

“Can we not talk about my boyfriend’s sperm, please?”

im surprised my parents havent woken up by the sound i let out

BUT HEY THE DOOR'S CLOSED SO

SUGGENS MINA

“I’m hearing an inflated sense of self-importance,” he heard Ragnor call from the bathroom. “Is Magnus here?”

“Just the spawn,” Max called back.

THE SPAWN BYE-

“He is married to the Consul!” Tessa chuckled. “And one of his sons is a shadowhunter.”

“It’s still very bad for our reputation,” Ragnor grumbled. “He is too close with shadowhunters.”

“You are the headmaster of Scholomance!” Catarina said incredulously. “You teach nephilim! Even though you don’t need a job!”

“I was coerced!” Ragnor huffed. “Manipulated by the children of the angel.”

really ragnor?

The grin disappeared and Ragnor buried his face on Catarina’s shoulder. “I can’t go through this again, Cat! Not again!”

“So much for not taking up after his father, huh?” Catarina chuckled and looked at him. “That’s nice, Max. We are happy for you.”

“We are not!” Ragnor said in a muffled voice.

RAGNOR DJHDCUHUKIHDVVFDDB

OOOO MAX DIDNT KNOW ABOUT CAMILLE

a kind of endless love...

dont make me cry

“I know you are worried, love,” Tessa’s voice was a whisper. “You are worried about surviving after David. You are worried about your own heart. But you should never let that fear stop you from finding love. Because love is what sustains us immortals. It keeps us alive. When you love a mortal, you love them forever. You might not remember all the memories. The colour of their eyes or the sound of their voice. But you will remember the love. You will carry that love inside you forever. It does not make you weak or fragile. It makes you stronger. And you will forever be grateful for it.”

my eyeballs are too tired to cry

stop it

THEY SAID I LOVE YOU

I FEEL LIKE A PROUD MOM

bitch you hate children wtf-

Max laughed. “I’m going to kill dad for making us do this. God, this is so weird!”

better get it done now

HE'S DAVID'S FOREVER

dont do this to me at 4 am

“You should two should some spend time together. Get to know each other and all of that,” Max suggested with a smile. “Maybe you can bond over archery or something.”

“I’m pretty sure he would use me for target practice,” David mumbled.

“Don’t be ridiculous, David!” Max said incredulously. “My father doesn’t need target practice!”

At this point, a David and alec scene isn't a want its a NEED

“I got it all planned,” Max said – for someone who had no idea what he was going to do.

me throughout life

max Rafael isn't the one smoking-

OH MY GOD MY DAD JUST CAME TO CHECK ON ME THE WAY I SLAMMED MY LAPTOP

“Also tell him to stop smoking!” Max pointed out seriously. “It’s not good for his health! Especially with all the mundane illnesses going on.”

“I know, Max,” dad sighed heavily and blinked. “I mean, I’ll talk to him. For sure.”

Alec if anything happens to you...just know ill raise hell

“I don’t want easy,” David smiled. “I want you.”

IT'S 4 AM DUDE

AYYY THE SHANGHAI SHADOW MARKET

CELESTIAL PALACE

“Dad? The Consul? That dad?” David looked surprised and relieved all at once. “Oh my god, he doesn’t hate me!”

“Of course he doesn’t hate you!” Max chuckled. “But he did say he will put your nerd ass in the silent city if you don’t bring me home by 11.”

of course, he did

oh my god SLEEP. there is so much to do tomorrow dying...my grammar was really bad and I don't have what it takes to use Grammarly's corrections except for the ones it's already doing as type.

this chapter had my heart BURSTING!! AHHHHHHH

the talk was so important I'm so glad they took care of that. ok imma head to bed now BYEE

Eeeeeee this was a lot sfkjdfkd I hope you are okay. Get some sleep next time or I will call the police.

Thank you as always for reading, reacting and supporting 💚

#lbaf

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golden-cinnamon · 3 years

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Confident (Lucio)

Inspired by Confident by Carlos Vara, and @desskryze ‘s The fool’s lovers Spotify playlist.

Characters: Lucio (POV), Morga, a dash of Nasmira. Mentions of Nadia and Valerius.

Prompt: A painful question makes Lucio go down memory lane and question his own confidence.

Words: ~ 1750

Warnings: strong language, violent themes (emotional abuse), angst, alcohol misuse.

AN: (this is my first time writing a fanfiction so pls go easy on me lol)

“How are you so confident?”

Lucio had no idea why he still remembered that question. It was the middle of summer in Vesuvia. It hadn’t rained in weeks. It was as if a huge cloak of fire was covering the city. The heat outside was almost unbearable.

“The people need something to cheer them up”, Nadia had said. So naturally, Lucio threw a party. Then another. Then he decided to host another full-blown masquerade, and tonight was the night. The roaring sound of laughter and happy screams was filling the air. Singers and musicians were all playing in unison, tapping their feet and smiling, as a huge crowd of partygoers danced their heart out on the floor. The music was so loud in the palace, it could be heard from a few miles away. The rhythm of the drums was almost hypnotising. The walls were shaking, the heat was rising, and amongst the crowd, Lucio was thriving. He loved the attention. He loved the spotlight. The masquerade was made for him.

“How’re you so confident?” What a dumb question. When Nasmira - one of Nadia’s sister - asked, he couldn’t help but laugh in her face. The nerve of this woman! Even if it had happened a few hours earlier, Lucio could still remember. Despite the drinking, the dancing and all the partying. Why did he remember? He could still hear her voice:

“How’re you so confident?”

“What?” Sat at the buffet table, Lucio turned to the woman next to him, clearly annoyed. “Speak up Nasmira, I can’t hear you over the music.”

“I said, how are you so confident? It’s amazing, I would lov-”

“Hah!” Lucio raised his hand to stop her. “It doesn’t matter, actually. I don’t care.”

Without any care or hesitation, Lucio flashed her his prettiest smile, stood up and left. He paid no attention to Nadia’s murderous gaze on his back, as he headed to the dance floor, after stealing a drink from a nearby table. He already had a little buzz, but that was just the beginning.

For hours on, he had danced, eaten, indulged in all the pleasures he could get without taking a break. Time seemed to have flown by, and yet the night was still young. Swaying his hips to the music on the dance floor, Lucio started to sing. Drink in hand, shirt open, he was the life of the party. His dance partner looked at him with half hooded eyes, clearly under his spell. He was having more fun than he could handle, and yet he couldn’t forget this question. “How’re you so confident?”

The thought of it made him frown. Hell, of course he’s confident. That’s just him! What else could he be? That’s simply who he is. Right?

Spinning and spinning on the dance floor, Lucio could feel the alcohol from his drink starting to settle. Lost in thoughts, for a moment, he did ask himself “...Why am I?” Memories of his childhood came to mind. Morga, his mother, screaming at him because he couldn’t hit the target with his axe. The other kids chuckling at his struggle. Him getting so mad, he almost threw the axe at them. Getting to bed without dinner for being bad. Crying to sleep. Plotting his revenge. Getting it, but being unable to get rid of the pain. Morga rejecting his hugs. Being forced to sleep outside during a thunderstorm at night. Feeling so small. So weak. So insignificant.

It all came back to his mind in a second. Lucio almost needed to sit down. He looked at his glass: empty. Feeling dizzy, he excused himself from his date and rushed to the bar. He sat on the nearest stool, yelled a couple words to the bartender and sighed. In a second, he had two more drinks in his hands. It was more than he needed, and yet it still didn’t feel like enough.

He was hurting. The black hole he used to feel in his chest had come back. His face, now red was contorted in anger. He squished his glasses, so tightly the veins on his hands were pulsing.

He hated them all. His mom, his dad, his family. For too many years, they had mocked him. For too many years, they had made him feel like he should hate himself. They had made him want to die. Well, no more.

He remembered the day he finally snapped. His 18th birthday. The worst day of his life.

“You have to earn the title of leader, Lucio!” Morga had said. “I don’t care that you’re my son, I don’t care that you’re of age, or that it is your ‘birth right’! You’re just a small, useless, incapable weakling! Unworthy to lead the Scourge tribe! I will not announce you as the next heir! Not you, a fool, deprived of any strength!”

Lucio looked at his feet. For so long, he had tried so hard. He’d had enough.

No more.

“I’ll show you ‘strength’, mother!” Morga’s eyes were big like the moon, as she watched her son flip the table over. Tears prickling his eyes, face deformed by painful rage, he began to break everything that fell under his hands. Vases, dishes, shields, frames... everything. Morga rushed to stop him.

“Lucio! Stop it, stop it! You idiot, you fool!” He tried to fight her off, but his mother managed to seized his shoulders and push him in his room. She locked the door behind him. "You'll get out once you learn how to be a man!”

Lucio heard his mom walk away, and the front door open, then close again. Face red, he punched his bedroom door, again and again, to no avail.

“I hate you!” he yelled, hurting his throat.

But Morga was long gone. There was no one to hear his first sobs. There was no one to hold him, as he slowly slipped on the floor, back against the wall. There was no one to comfort him, no one to hug him, as he sobbed so hard he could barely breathe. No one. There was no one for him. He was all alone.

That night...

The memory was excruciating to remember. Lucio opened his eyes, surprised he had even closed them in the first place. With a shaky breath, he looked around at the masquerade.

People.

People everywhere.

He was surrounded by guests. Friends, family, strangers. Citizens of Vesuvia and nearby provinces. So many people. All here tonight, because of him.

For him. In his honour.

The thought made him puff out his chest a little. If his dad could see him now, right? His dad...

His dad. He remembered sneaking out of the settlement, that night.

He remembered.

Cold, face full of dried tears, walking in the dark. The full moon in the sky being his only light. The only witness of what he was about to do. Alone, he was walking. Walking towards the biggest mistake of his life.

His fists were sore from all the punching he had done on his door, enraged, trying to break free. His arms - full of scratches caused by the window’s glass he had to break to get out - were painfully throbbing.

But Lucio was determined. One foot after the other, steadily, he reached the cave of the serpent of destruction - Vlagnagog. He knew what he had to do to become strong. He had to ask for the power to kill his parents.

So, he went on his knees. He went on his knees and performed the ritual.

No, at the time he didn’t know. He didn’t know, didn't realise, that he summoned the worm of pestilence instead. The worm did tell him that Vlagnagog was dead. He did. But Lucio couldn’t back down. Instead, he laughed. He laughed, like he always did when the pain grew too heavy. When his dad berated and insulted him. When his mom left him in the forest at night to toughen him up. When he felt like the ‘worm’ his mom called him so often. He laughed, because he refused to cry. And with a laugh, Lucio decided he would still make the deal. He was too weak, or stupid – as Morga said – to back down. So he got the worm of pestilence’s power.

He remembered holding his dad’s dead body, the next day. He remembered, finally feeling free when he realised that he could never hurt him again. He remembered the fury in his mom’s eyes, when she set eyes on him, bloody clothes, blood dripping from his hands. “See mom ?! Who’s weak now ?!”

“Not me”, Lucio muttered to himself, still sitting on the stool. He glanced at his glasses, which were now empty, and his head was spinning. “Holy shit, I’m smashed.” He got up, almost falling over, and looked around to find a dance partner. In the crowd he saw Nadia, who didn’t even care about him. He saw Valerius, chatting with another man. He saw his previous partner eating with their friends.

So he laughed.

He laughed so hard his ribs hurt. Grabbing the closest person to him, he headed to the dance floor, dancing with all his might. He could see several eyes on him, whispers of admiration, ‘heart eyes’ and blushing cheeks.

Adoration. Envy. Desire. He could see some curious eyes, from people - like Nasmira - wondering “How is he so confident?”

And deep-down Lucio knew the answer. “Because I have to.”

He refused to be weak. He refused to let his mom’s insults win. He refused to give up on whom he wanted to be.

Truth was, he wasn’t t that confident. Not inside. Not always.

But he tried. And he couldn't stop. Otherwise, his world would crumble.

So, he drank, ate, danced and over-indulged, trying to fill the hole in his chest which felt deeper, some days. And at every party, every masquerade, he put on his mask. And got ready to play.

Because maybe, one day he’d wake up feeling truly happy. And confident.

For real, this time.

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pottahishotasf · 2 years

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a swag guy from marvel pls 😋🤞🏻 PLS I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF THESE FACTS ARE REMOTELY RELEVANT HAHAKALWJDND

— OK IMMA PUT IN THE BASICS: infp, pisces, and sleep deprived 💅🏻 and i can whip up a long essay while in bed or wherever and whenever but will cry over a math problem under bearable circumstances

— used to hate it but i’m very proud of it now because it’s giving material gworl energy but i’m a class and club president ;)

— in terms of presentations, i prefer doing it orally and without a script if that makes sense??? + i leave very detailed reviews of products i order online like until it reaches maximum characters and attachments because i’m just that extra

— i collect antique things yay i love this fact of myself sorry i just have a lot of cool shit i’d flex whenever someone comes over which is very unlikely

— okay but like one time a friend of mine messaged me and said they were in front of my house but i said i wasn’t allowed even tho i was and my mom was literally telling me i should go out but i literally didn’t go out at all until they left HAJSKDJJSA IM SORRY but he brought a friend he was shipping me with and i didn’t like him 😭

Okay, so I think I would ship you with Bucky Barnes or Steve Rogers... You could have both of them HQHAVHAHA ik it says "a character" but let's just pretend it says "characters" instead... Because why not?!?!??

I think both of them would definitely fit the last one...

They'll be the kind of guys to tell someone that "they're not home." just so they can escape visitors...

They will also remind you to sleep early (because you're a fucking night owl. HAGHAHHAA)

"Hey, stop that. go to sleep." and tries to snatch your phone away from you.

They would be so amazed that you can and I quote "whip up a long essay while in bed or wherever and whenever."

No because I was just thinking about this...

"Oh, shit Nat called, she said someone will come and visit me... can you tell them I'm not here or make up some realistic excuse?" you said in a hurry.

"Sure thing, love." giving you a quick peck.

You immediately ran upstairs to your shared bedroom, to 'hide'.

When you heard the doorbell rang multiple times, you stood up and tried to get a glimpse of your lover communicating with your 'visitor'.

when the 'visitor' finally left, your lover started calling for your name, telling you to come down.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Sooo what happened... What did they say?" you asked, sitting on the couch next to him.

"Nothing important really... they just said they were your friend from High School." He said calmly.

"So I told him you weren't here and you didn't tell me where you went." He added, comtinuing the movie he was watching.

i don't really know how to feel about this;-; okayyy so ummm yeah this is only my opinion people!

🎵Babangon tayo!!! susulong tayo!!! anumang pait and dinaranas mo...🎵

I'm sorry okay i'll stop HVAAHHAH anywaysss thank you very much HHAGHAHAHAHA

#mia's 200 celebration!#lovely moots<33 #marvel

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bluelotuss · 5 years

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bump on the sidewalk.

-> “Hey, watch where you’re going!”

Genre: babysitter au, university au; fluff

Pairing: changbin x reader

Word Count: 8.9K

Summary: A collision on the street makes your shit first day of uni even shittier, but becomes the best worst day you’ve ever had.

Author’s Notes:

A lotta fluff loll this is our first fic pls dont hurt us LOL .—.

and pls don't be bothered by the summary… we didn’t really know how to write a description but we promise the fic is good (and kinda cleesh (´∀｀*) )

hehe still trying to improve our writing skills...tell us what you think ! (this might be a lil long for a first fic but whatever)

~ blu n’ struz

Morning classes were not fun. Especially when you had to wake up to your obnoxious alarm, the contemptible tone ringing over and over despite your constant snoozing to remind you that if you didn’t get up soon, you’d be late. Seven in the morning is way too early for this, you grumbled to yourself.

You stumbled out of bed, dragging yourself into the bathroom to wash up. Senior year in high school had been a mess, and although your high school days were officially over, you still had to go to university to get a degree, and hopefully, find a well-paying job.

Sighing, you threw on your new ruffled top and black skirt, which were birthday presents from your best friend, and grabbed your tote bag. You slipped into your favorite pair of leather boots; taking in a deep lungful of the fresh morning air, you reminded yourself: new semester, new you, before making your way out of your apartment. Being just a five minute walk from university, it was quite convenient. You had always preferred the quiet, and you would do anything to avoid the messy dorm life.

You looked at your watch. 6:25am. Right on time. Half an hour until class starts, you thought to yourself. Plenty of time to grab a coffee and some breakfast.

You walk into Mia’s Cafe, your favorite cafe on campus, and immediately, an aromatic waft of coffee hits you as you open the door. Surprisingly, the line wasn’t very long, so you only had to wait a few minutes before the cashier got to you.

“Can I get a warm Americano and a quad grande, non-fat, extra hot Caramel Macchiato upside down with two pumps of vanilla and extra whipped cream?”

The cashier glared at you as she resentfully punched the buttons. “Alright, anything else?”

“Can I also get an egg panini?”

“Okay, your total is $18.25. Can I get a name?”

“Y/n,” you replied, fumbling for your wallet.

You paid the cashier, and held the two coffees and the sandwich gingerly in your arms. That was damn expensive. Felix better pay me back for this. You smiled, imagining him bow down to you for your benevolence. You had met him on orientation day last month, and you soon became best friends, despite having only hung out a few times outside of school-- in fact, he was the only real friend you had at university.

Buzz. You pulled your phone out carefully, making sure not to tip over the coffee.

[felix] hey y/n wheres my drink

[felix] i’m waiting

[you] i just got it, meet me outside once class is over

[you] dude aren’t you supposed to be in class? why are you texting me

[felix] sleep deprived and need coffee

[felix] brandonbury’s half asleep himself lol he might actually dismiss us early

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” A boy yelled.

Before you could finish texting a reply, someone crashed into you, sending your belongings flying.

You stood there, dumbfounded. It was a lot to process: in just a matter of seconds, a gaping ugly brown stain soaked into your new shirt, the hard earned $18.25 had gone down the drain, and a web of cracks had materialized on your phone screen. Your confusion became sadness, which quickly evolved into anger. You spun around to confront the boy who created the mess.

“Watch where I’m going? Excuse me, but I believe you were the one who crashed into me.” Your cheeks were flushed, almost as hot as the coffee on your shirt.

But the boy wasn’t even looking at you. Instead, he ran onto the street and grabbed a little boy’s hand, yanking him back harshly. Just as he snatched the child into his arms, a large truck came whooshing by, blaring its horn.

He carried the kid to the sidewalk, where he set him down and kneeled down in front of him with a flop. “Jinwoo, what the hell was that for?!” His words were angry, but his voice was shaky. He lightly slapped the kid’s butt, but quickly clasped him tightly to his chest. “Don’t scare me like that!” He buried his face into the child’s shirt.

You felt your initial acrimony dissipate as you watched the two hug. Now the coffee on your shirt didn’t sting so bad.

“Are you okay…?” You started towards them tentatively. Without warning, the kid suddenly thrusted the boy away.

“I absolutely loathe you, you insolent mushroom! You and the rest of your snotty friends never engage in conversation with me and you refuse to even allow me to handle your plushies!!” The child pouted and crossed his arms.

The boy sighed in exasperation. This kid was so wordy. He had such advanced vocabulary for his age. Even now, most of the words the kid spewed sounded foreign. He pitied the kid; from what he could tell, the child didn’t see his parents much, and his life was dictated by a huge emphasis on academics. Instead of giving him toys, he was left a dictionary to read all day long.

“Come on, it’s too early for this. I was working on something. You know what? I’m pretty much done! I promise I’ll spend more time with you when it’s finished.” The older boy looked at him pleadingly.

“Sure. Like I haven’t heard that before. My mother says the same all the time. I’ve lost faith in such idle promises.” The kid turned away from him. “Anyways, even when you finish the paper, you’ll be going to class. You don’t have time for me. You never do.” “Are we done here? I do not wish to participate in a discussion with no purpose. I’ll be taking my leave,” he said promptly, then started briskly down the sidewalk in a business-like fashion.

“No, you won’t, actually.” In just three strides, the boy caught the child and scooped him up again. “We’re going back to my dorm, where you’ll wait for me to finish my paper, then we can have some fun,” he commanded, then gave a strained smile. “It’ll just be a few minutes. You can wait that long, can’t you?”

“Blasphemy, I say! Put me down, you stinky peasant!” The child tried to push the boy away.

“Shush,” the older boy whispered. “I’ll let you play with my plushies, okay? Just wait a little while longer,” he begged. “Hm… you drive a hard bargain.” There was a look of deep contemplation on the kid’s face. “Alright… for now.”

“Um, sorry.” You stepped in front of the two, and flourished your stained shirt, pointing your finger towards the two coffees and the panini lying on the ground, and held up your cracked phone. “Excuse me, sir. You… um… kinda did this…? Please learn to take care of your son so that this doesn’t happen again. You might not be bumping into someone so nice next time.”

The boy just squinted at you, then at the watch on his wrist. In his haste to follow the kid, he hadn’t brought his glasses or his contacts today, so he couldn’t see a thing. Including your face. Bad move, Seo Changbin.

“That’s twenty bucks on the ground. I’m kinda broke and that was sort of gonna be my breakfast… so could you maybe pay me back…?”

The guy searched his pockets quickly, but only came up with a few crumpled one-dollar bills and an assortment of coins.

“Ah… I’m so sorry. I don’t have much money on me right now… but I promise I’ll pay you back later—” he started.

“Yeah, like I haven’t heard that before. It’s fine, I’ll get by. I gotta get to class, because I don’t plan to be late on my first day. I’ll be going,” you interjected.

He stared at you blankly, apparently at a loss for words. Then, out of the blue, he facepalmed himself violently.

“Oh… shit!” He set the child down and peeled his hoodie off, then stuffed it into your arms before picking him back up again. “I’m really, really sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” Handling the sullen kid in his arms like a football, he sprinted away in the direction of the boys’ dorms.

What a crappy way to start uni, you thought to yourself. With a sigh, you bent down to collect your things.

“Y/n, there you are!” A familiar voice called, one you needed to hear this shit morning.

“Felix, hey.” You smiled wanly as you picked up the wasted panini.

He sauntered over, radiating good vibes like the icon he was even so early in the morning. “Dude, you’re slower than the firing speed of my neurons listening to Brandonbury. Hey, what’re you doing?” Felix stopped dead in his tracks as he took in the situation: you looking like the wreck you were, your things strewn on the ground-- a mess picking up an even bigger mess.

“There was a little… accident. Sorry, I couldn’t save your coffee.” You grimaced apologetically.

“Screw the coffee. Are you okay?! What happened?!” He knelt beside you and helped gather your things.

“Thanks.” You took them gratefully. “How did this--” he started, then stopped as his eyes came across the dark stain on your shirt.

“Hey, isn’t this your new shirt?! What the-- okay, you’re clumsy, but not that clumsy. Who did this to you?!” He was in even more outrage than you were. It felt good to have him by your side.

“It’s-- to be honest, I don’t even know. Well, there was this guy-- oh, crap!” You gasped and checked your phone. 6:55am. “I gotta run. It’s five to seven. Tell you later!” You hesitated a moment before slipping into the guy’s hoodie, then threw your tote bag on your shoulder, sprung to your feet, and bolted to the building where your class was.

“Wait a second, you can’t go like--” Felix started. He sighed as he watched you scramble around the corner. “Damn it,” he muttered to himself. She looked so upset. When I get my hands on whoever did this to her… God. He dug around in his pockets and scrounged up a ten dollar bill and a few quarters, then walked into the cafe.

“Hi, welcome to Mia’s. What can I get for you today?” the cashier beamed forcefully.

“Can I get a warm Americano? I'll have half an egg panini with that too, please. Make it quick.”

❖

Professor Brandonbury looked almost as done as you felt. He was either drunk, high, or sleep-deprived. You didn’t blame him. Econ was a sad class.

He had promptly introduced himself, laid out the course articulation, and passed out his syllabus. To be honest, he looked about ready to pass out himself.

“Aight, I think that’s enough for the first day. If y’all could clear out, I’d like to compensate for the half an hour of sleep I got last night.” He didn’t have to tell the class twice. Chairs scraped as the students made a beeline for the door. “Oh, shit. Hold up, my bad. Just so you know, you guys got a project due next week. Or was it a presentation…? I’ll have the info posted outside my door by the end of today. Now you can get out.”

Damn. You slung your tote bag across your shoulder and groaned. Uni had failed your every expectation, and it was only the first day. It’s gonna be a rough four years.

You shuffled out the door wearily to find a delivery outside waiting for you. It was Felix, and he’d brought breakfast.

“Ah… my savior,” you cried, flopping into him. “Rough first day, I take it.” He ruffled your hair. “Well, I’m here to put you out of your misery! With the power of… breakfast!” Felix grinned, and held up an Americano and a small bag of what you knew was half an egg panini, your favorite breakfast. “Let’s sit there.” He gestured at a small bench underneath a golden aspen tree, and the two of you sat.

As you devoured your panini, Felix examined you quietly. He knew better than to ask questions while you were hungry. He patiently waited for you to talk, and after inhaling the final crumb of your food, you did.

“I dunno who it was, but there was some guy chasing his kid into the street. The kid was seriously about to get run over… a truck was coming down the road. He was probably like… five, something like that? And the guy has to be in uni… so around our age, I guess.” You take a long sip of your Americano. Felix looked at you expectantly, so you continued.

“He gave me his hoodie and said he’d pay me back one day, but he didn’t have any money on him then.” You rolled your eyes. “Like hell he didn’t.”

Felix was silent, but absently eyed your hoodie. He didn’t even blink.

“Hey, what’re you thinking? Hellooooo? Earth to Felix?” You waved your hand in front of him.

“...it’s nothing.” He shook his head and got to his feet. “I was just thinking about what I’m gonna do to the a-hole when I get my hands on him!” Like a switch had been flicked, he was back to his usual peppy self. “Well, are you feeling any better yet? Come on, we should get your shirt washed. Might as well get the rest of your laundry done. Let’s go.” He held out his hand and you took it gladly, but you couldn’t help but feel that he knew something that you didn’t.

❖

[haechan added changbin to the group]

[jaemin named the conversation “brandonbury’s a crusty booger”]

[yugyeom] srsly

[jaemin] its tru tho

[chaeyoung] yeah lol it is

[jinhwan] hey yall bb posted the proj stuff

[Attachment: 2 images]

[chaeyoung] lmaoooo bb thats acutally so gross

[chaeyoung] actually*

[jinhwan] whoa actually wtf the first person im ever calling bb is my professor--

[jaemin] thats rough buddy #singlesclub

Changbin rolled his eyes. There were way too many idiots in econ. At least they posted the project details.

Apparently, it was a partner project. He scanned the rows of names and faces, anxiously searching for his own. There it was. Seo Chang-bin. And next to it: y/n.

...and I have no idea who this is. Hopefully she knows how to work.

With a sigh, he checked the second attachment, where the instructions of the project were written.

“This research project is designed to fulfill these learning goals of researching, writing, and presenting two papers addressing a significant economic question or issue. Each pair develops an economic question, which is then analyzed using an appropriate economic framework and evidentiary support. Students are asked to respond to criticisms to make this a wholesome research experience.

Course Timeline:

1. The research project and selecting two topics

2. Initial written proposal and faculty review

3. Expanded written proposals and preliminary bibliography

4. Researching, research advice and first drafts

5. Small group discussions, peer reviews

6. Final drafts”

Changbin stared at the screen incredulously. “What the actual--”

“Uh uh uh,” an annoying little voice tutted from beside him. “No foul language, potty mouth.” The little boy peered over curiously. “What’d you see, anyways?”

“None of your business.” Changbin clicked his phone off and chucked it onto the couch, then flopped down beside it and put his hands over his face with a groan. The kid followed him, perching on the armrest next to him.

“What was it? Come on, maybe I could even offer you assistance!” He bounced up and down impatiently.

“Here! Just take it.” Changbin unlocked his phone and slid it towards the child, who took it eagerly.

The kid scrolled thoughtfully, reading the details through. “Your professor is quite the lackadaisical sack of potatoes,” he deduced.

“I know, right?” Changbin sighed. “What does this even mean?” “How elementary. This is as basic as a bar of beeswax soap,” the kid remarked, rolling his eyes. “Who gave this Brandonbury schmuck the credentials to teach?”

Does he really know how to do this? Well, there goes my dignity. Changbin rolled over and scooted up to the kid. “Jinwoo, if I had just half of your brainpower, I’d be set for life. Please let me borrow some of your brain cells to get this thing done.”

Jinwoo smiled sadly. “Intellect isn’t free, I can tell you that much. It isn’t worth it.”

“Would it be worth boba and red bean buns?”

“Hmm, maybe. I’ll consider it,” Jinwoo gave a small smile.

❖

[changbin] hey is y/n in the chat

[you] yea i saw, we’re partners

[changbin] k i’ll make a private

[haechan] aww u got y/n? u lucky prick im with jaemin smh

[jaemin] lmaooo we finna fail

[haechan] shut up and do smthng abt it u soggy piece of stale bread

❖

[changbin] ok hey this is the project chat

[you] dude did u see the directions yet this is literally so dumb

[changbin] yea ikr its stupid

[changbin] do u kinda get what its saying tho

[you] yeah what “significant economic question or issue” do u wanna do

[changbin] pls dont

[changbin] im sry can we not think abt this yet i just cant

[you] lmao yea same i just wanna go die in a hole rn

[you] how does friday @ the library sound?

[changbin] sounds good

[you] k just do a little research on whatever topic u might wanna do

[changbin] yup cya friday

❖

Your first week of uni was three days down, but it felt like you’d been there for an eternity. You yawned loudly as you shut off the alarm that marked the end of your afternoon nap. Morning classes were hell, but the chill evenings made up for them. To freshen up a little, you decided to go for a stroll around the campus.

Of course, you couldn’t help but stop by your favorite cafe. But as you turned down the sidewalk, you spotted a familiar little figure, though it wasn’t one you were happy to see. You quickened your pace in hopes that the little boy wouldn’t spot you, but it didn’t work.

“Oh, wait a moment. That bumbling buffoon bumped into you earlier, didn’t he?” The kid extended his hand. “My name’s Jinwoo. And you?”

“...y/n.” You hesitantly took it, and he shook it firmly. “Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Huh. This kid is so business-like. How can a five-year-old be so well-spoken?

“I sincerely apologize for this morning. That boy has no manners, no sense of courtesy, I tell you. He spilled your breakfast, ruined your outfit-- by the way, your sense of style is quite appealing; I truly enjoyed your color combinations-- even broke your phone, and he said, he said, ‘I’ll pay you later.’ The audacity!” Jinwoo shook his head disapprovingly.

“I’d pay you back if I could, but unfortunately, I don’t have the means to do so quite yet. But in the future, I plan to start my own enterprise, and it’ll make millions. I’ll repay you then.” He held his pinky out, so you obliged, wrapping your own around his. “It’s a promise!”

You smiled warmly. “You’re such a gentleman. You know what? Because you have such great ethic, you’re forgiven. You’re quite the chevalier.”

Jinwoo blushed. “Oh… thank you. I try my best.” He cleared his throat.

“Wait a second... where’s that chaperone of yours? You aren’t running around alone again, are you? That’s dangerous!” you reprimand.

“Oh. Him. He was being a gluteus maximus again, so I left.” He scrunched his face up in dissatisfaction.

Seems like that POS babysitter is at it again, you thought to yourself. “We should go find him. Here, you can sit on my shoulders so you can see him better.”

“Tsk. Fine. Only because you said so. He’s still a massive rear end, though.”

You propped Jinwoo up and set off down the street. You walked for a while until at last, you found success.

“Jinwoo, there you are!” A call echoed through the street from behind you. You felt the weight on your shoulders shift, and you turned to face the dolt who’d shouted.

To your horror, you recognized him.

But not just as the douchey prick who’d bumped into you on the first day of econ.

With dread, you recalled where you knew him from.

He went to the same university you attended, and you were both economics majors.

In fact, he was your partner for the project due next week. As you thought back to the assignment sheet, you could vaguely remember the tiny picture of him printed next to his name. Last time you saw him, he’d forgotten his glasses. He wouldn’t recognize you as long as you didn’t say anything.

“Jinwoo… could you pretend like you don’t remember me?” You looked up as you whispered to the boy.

Both your encounters with him had been centered around the same kid. You decided you’d play dumb to get to the bottom of things.

Jinwoo looked perplexed, but nodded anyways. “Sure.”

“Seriously. I look away for one second and you disappear! Damn it, you can’t just run off like that.” Changbin huffed irritably and scowled at the ground, muttering something about “waste of time.” Pouting, Jinwoo blew a raspberry back.

With a heavy sigh, Changbin scooped up the kid from the sidewalk and held him in his arms. “Sorry if this little brat caused you any trouble. He never listens to anything I say to him.”

Hold up. He has to be a babysitter. This can’t be his kid, can it? We’re in the same year… this guy’s like, 20, isn’t he? “No, no, it’s fine. No harm done. But… uhm…” you blinked at him. “Aren’t you a little too young to have--”

“Unhand me at once, you tool!” Jinwoo squirmed like a fish out of water but couldn’t free himself from the boy’s tight grip. He was kicking and hitting in all directions in a full-out tantrum.

“Listen here,” Changbin hissed. “I don’t like you any more than you like me. This is the last place I’d want to spend my time. If you don’t shut up--”

“Hey. That’s no way to talk to a kid.” You stepped up to Jinwoo and pried the indignant child from his arms tentatively. Sure enough, he relaxed, burying his face into your shirt. Sighing softly, you gently stroked the top of his head. In a few minutes, he was asleep and drooling into your shoulder. Changbin was goggling at you. “How did you do that? He always throws a fit whenever I try to get close to him.” You roll your eyes. I wonder why. “So who gave you the right to abuse children anyways?” You stroked the little kid’s head. For some reason, you suddenly felt like a mother— which was a really weird feeling. You shuddered. I’m too young to be thinking this.

“Some friend of my mom made me take care of him. She practically raised me. So when she asked me to take care of this spawn of hell,” he jerked his thumb at the kid in your arms, “the only answer was yes.”

“And she trusted you to take care of him?” You eyed him skeptically. “You— Seo Changbin: the cool kid, the edgy emo — a babysitter? And I’m a goldfish.”

Changbin huffed resentfully. “Believe me, I would’ve said no if I could’ve.”

“That doesn’t mean you get to be a jerk.” You look him up and down distastefully.

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong,” he sighed wearily. “He just runs out when he feels like it, no matter what I do or say. Damn it, I’m trying my best! I swear to God, I’m gonna beat this little PITA next time he runs away.”

“If you said yes knowing you’re gonna treat the kid like this, you should’ve just hired someone to do it for you. I mean, the kid hates you and you hate the kid,” you chided.

“Duh. Don’t you think I would’ve done that if I could?” he answered, then sighed wearily. “I’m done talking about this.” He gingerly took the sleeping child from your arms as not to wake him.

“I’ve gotta go get this brat back before my mom calls me later. Oh yeah, we’re partners for that econ project, aren’t we? See you around then.”

You were considering confronting him about the bump incident, but decided now wasn’t the time. I’ll take care of the project and figure out what’s going on first, you thought to yourself. For now, I’ll just be his project partner.

“Don’t forget to get your research done by Friday!” You called after him, as you watched him ambling down the street with the kid in his arms.

“Don’t remind me,” he yelled back, though not so loudly that he'd wake the child.

❖

friday.

By some miracle, Changbin’s most prized possession had found its way back to his desk when he walked into econ on Friday morning. His hoodie, by whatever means, was finally back where it belonged. And it was washed!

Whoever that was that I gave it to… bless.

In the heat of the moment, his hoodie was really all he’d had to give up, but to him, it was priceless. He was starting to worry that he wasn’t gonna get it back. He clasped it tight to his chest, and a note fell out.

“I imagine this means a lot to you, seeing how stinky it is. Don’t forget, you still owe me.”

I wonder who this girl is, anyways. Changbin stuffed the note into his backpack and turned to face the professor.

Brandonbury droned on endlessly about methods of budget preparation and financial administration, but Changbin could care less. The words filed into one ear and drifted out the other as he stared intently at the clock above the whiteboard, willing the seconds to go by.

Come on, come on…

Bing!

“Class dismissed. Get out of my classroom and enjoy the rest of your week, you scrubs,” the professor grumbled. The narrow frame of the door couldn’t accommodate the hoard of students desperate to return to their dorms and catch up on sleep. Though the school year had just started, they could all agree that choosing to major in economics was a regrettable decision. There was hardly a morning they didn’t wake up feeling tired and depressed.

Changbin stuffed his jumbled notepad into his black backpack and stood at his desk. Yawning, he stretched his back as he waited for all the other students to clear the path to the doorway.

“Hey, Changbin.” Chan said, already outside his door. “We should start working on our new track. I talked to Jisung, and we decided to take on the DJ-ing job at Jackson’s weekend party. Whaddaya think about that?”

Changbin waved him away. “Tell me later. I don’t wanna hear it right now. Let’s talk more at the cafe. I’ve gotta meet up for some group project in a few hours and I’m gonna need a coffee to get through the day.” He sighed. “My life has just been a little messy lately.”

❖

Jisung set down his cup of coffee on the table and slumped back into the flimsy, rocky, wooden chair. The chairs on campus were probably as old as the school, and could probably be auctioned off at an antique sale. With a sharp inhale, he sprung back upright, leaning forward across the table.

“Alright.”

He stared at Changbin intently, peering into his eyes and into his soul. “Tell us about how messy your life is.”

On top of all his troubles, the last thing he wanted was for another person to complicate the situation. And that was exactly what Chan did: call Jisung over.

Changbin sighed and pulled down his beanie over his ears.

“Simply put, if I decide to show up on Sunday, you won’t be seeing me around anymore. I already promised my mom’s friend that I’d take care of her kid, and she’s been pissed I’ve been spending so much time with you guys. Chances are, if I go anywhere without the kid, I’m gonna get my ass toasted by my mom.”

“And?” Jisung narrowed his eyes.

“‘And’ what?”

“You mean you’re just gonna take it?” Chan pressed, chewing a piece of tomato. He took another bite out of his sandwich. Although he very much cared about his friend’s wellbeing, food still came first. While Changbin was trying to sort out his internal crisis, Chan was enjoying his custom artisan Italian sandwich.

Changbin’s eye twitched. He was starting to get annoyed. “What am I supposed to do, then? Leave the kid alone to burn the house down or do God knows what? Dude, I can’t just--”

“Find someone who’s actually qualified to take care of kids, for starters? I wouldn’t trust you with my venus flytrap, much less my child!” Jisung threw his hands up in exasperation.

“Why would she leave her kid to you, anyways? You don’t exactly scream ‘I’m great with kids’,” Chan added. He frowned, looking sadly at the piece of lettuce that fell out of his sandwich onto the table.

“Shut up.” Changbin kicked him in the shin then slumped onto the table. “My mom doesn’t give a damn. All she cares about is that I’ll be more responsible after this.’”

Jisung sighed and sank all the way back into his chair, turning his head up to count the dots on the ceiling. “It’s always about responsibility this, responsibility that. You're already in university, you should be responsible for yourself.” He stopped counting and tilted his head back down to study the boy, with his head resting in his arms on the tabletop. “When will your mom ever let you let loose for once?”

“I think you’ll be demonstrating plenty of responsibility when you find someone to take care of the kid instead of leaving it all alone,” Chan remarked mischievously.

“What the hell, man.” Changbin promptly got to his feet, the chair scraping as he stood. He slid his coffee and his untouched cake slice across the table. “Take the rest. I’m not going.”

“Ah, come on!” Chan jeered. “We didn’t mean to piss you off. Don’t leave!”

“Nah, I’ve got a meeting for a group project in a couple, so I gotta go anyways. Talk to you later.” He raised his hand in a sullen wave as he trudged out the door, swinging his backpack over his shoulder.

Jisung looked at Chan, a face full of concern.

Chan shrugged. “He’ll get through it. Not like he's gonna die or anything.” He pushed the plate of cheesecake towards himself. “Truly a shame that he didn't eat this.”

❖

You made circles with your foot as you slumped lazily across the leather couch, staring at your phone screen.

[you] hey the library is super packed today is it okay if we work at my place

[you] lemme send you the address

Not only did the prick not reply, he also left you read-- for half an hour already. That gave you so much anxiety. Well, it wasn’t like you wanted him in your house anyways. You really had no choice; everybody was working at the library this week. Why this week out of all weeks? At this point, you genuinely believed that all the professors conspired to make your life harder.

You gave up waiting for his response, and instead grabbed your laptop from your room to work outside on the porch at the ground floor of the apartment complex. It was around 3:30pm; your house was freezing, but the porch was warm. Plus, you didn’t want to pay more for the electricity bill.

“It’s a great day outside,” you thought aloud but failed to convince yourself. You fell back onto the porch couch, and in the middle of reading a paragraph about economic theory, you fell asleep. You woke up a few hours later with a crick in your neck. There was a black hoodie draped over you with a note on top. Rubbing your eyes, you grabbed your belongings and headed back to your floor, not forgetting the note and the black hoodie.

You took a quick shower before jumping into the warm, fuzzy embrace of your bed.

If only I could marry my bed, you thought, sleepily. Oh right, the note. You opened the folded note that you found on top of the hoodie:

“Hey, it’s Changbin. I came a little late because of a family emergency. I found you asleep so I gave you my hoodie. Is it okay if I come tomorrow morning? I need to tell you something.”

You blushed at his thoughtfulness to cover you with his hoodie. You hadn’t paid much attention to the brand of the hoodie before. Anti social social club? Aren’t those super expensive? Now that you thought about it, it seemed that he wore designer brands all the time. In fact, you recalled him wearing a Gucci shirt in the library the other day. You’ve heard rumors that a lot of international students go in econ, so maybe he was from overseas?

Your face grew dark as you analyzed his note further. Dammit, it’s the stupid hormones again. Snap out of it, y/n. Family emergency my ass. He probably just forgot about it and tried to cover it up.

You sighed in disappointment and turned off the lights. You tried to sleep, but the queasy, fluttery feeling inside your stomach just wouldn’t leave.

❖

Changbin’s phone dinged, and a text notification popped up.

He didn’t want to respond.

He’d just turned on his phone to see a message from his mother, who said that she’d be back to check on the kid. The kid was never not unhappy, and though Changbin had finished AP Stats with a C high school, he knew there was a 1.000 probability that the kid was going to rat him out to his mom. And he would get scolded again. Except this time it might even be as bad as not being able to hang out with Chan and Jisung ever again.

He had received another notification an hour ago. It was a message from you. He’d briefly scanned what you said, but he had a more pressing matter to take care of. He decided to put off the project until later.

[mom] How’s my favorite son doing <3

[changbin] pls don’t say that, mom

[changbin] do you need anything

[mom] I’m going to come back in a few days to see how little Jinwoo is doing :)

[mom] I’ll probably drop by in two days

[mom] Can I video call to see how he’s doing?

Changbin froze, desperately trying to find a way out of his predicament. The kid was gone. Again. If his mom called, he’d have nothing to show for it.

[changbin] mom, he’s already asleep, i’d hate to wake him haha

[changbin] he’s quite hyper, so it took him a while to settle down

[mom] Okay then, see you in a couple of days. Try to have fun with Jinwoo and stay safe! :)

Changbin sighed and put his phone on the table.

Phew, dodged a bullet there. Now to find that little-- oh, shit! The group project! Changbin suddenly remembered your message from way earlier. He decided that he’d run a trip to your house in hopes that you’d still be there before setting out to look for the troublemaker.

Yeah… he should be fine on his own for a while.

❖

saturday.

You woke up to the sun filtering through your blinds and onto your face. You blinked, trying to get your bearings, then bolted upright with a gasp.

Shit! Did my alarm not go off--

Slowly, you came to the realization that you didn’t need an alarm today. You clasped a hand to your chest and sighed in relief. You didn’t have morning classes on Saturday.

Guess I should be productive if I have nothing else to do.

You made a quick cup of instant coffee, unplugged your laptop from where it was charging, grabbed your phone without even checking it, and went down to the porch. To your surprise, Changbin was waiting there for you.

“Finally, there you are. Didn’t check your phone? Or are you mad at me? Well, I guess I deserve it.”

“You-- where were you, really? ‘Family emergency’ my ass. You better make up all the work we were supposed to finish yesterday!”

“About that… I--” Before he could finish his sentence, you saw a tiny figure peek out from behind his legs.

“Oh, top of the morning.” Jinwoo yawned sleepily and stretched out onto Changbin’s lap, the older boy looking down at him wearily.

“Jinwoo? What are you--” you started.

“Yeah… this little sore is the family emergency,” Changbin sighed, rubbing his eyes.

You were going to get to the bottom of this once and for all. “Dude, what’s going on? This isn’t your kid, is it? What’re you doing with some random child on campus?”

“Well.” He took a deep breath. I might as well tell it straight.

And so, he told you everything. His mom, the weekend party, the band; he vented it all. To his surprise, he felt like a huge weight was lifted off his chest. He didn’t know why, but he felt comfortable talking to you, despite the fact that you two had never talked outside of class (at least, to his knowledge). Changbin watched you anxiously, seeing if you’d buy his answer.

“And before you say anything,” he added, “I could not find a babysitter.”

“Then… what’s the problem? I’ll take him off your hands,” you responded, looking up. The answer was so simple. Why was he making such a big deal out of this?

Changbin blinked. “Wait… really? You’d do that?”

You shrugged. “Why not? Jinwoo’s a nice kid. I think we’ll have a good time together,” you said, smiling at Jinwoo. An expression of surprise was written across his face for a second, but he beamed back at you brightly.

“Thanks. Thank you so much.” He couldn’t believe it. He could go to the party after all! “You don’t even have to worry about the project. I got it all covered. I’m-- I just--” In his excitement, he’d lost his ability to grammar (though he wasn’t sure he one in the first place).

“Stop right there,” you interjected. “We’re doing this project together, and we’re starting it right now so you can go have fun at that party or whatever later.”

“What are you waiting for?” You plopped down beside Changbin and opened your laptop. “Let’s get researching.”

❖

sunday.

You checked your phone. 6.23pm. It was Sunday, and Changbin had left for the party a few hours ago. The two of you had been very productive for the past few days-- the end was near! As a result, Changbin was clear to go while you worked on the finishing touches. Both you and Jinwoo sat on the carpeted floor of your small apartment; you had been toiling away at the project since morning, not taking any breathers. Unfortunately, Jinwoo wasn’t of much help, as he knew what the words meant, but he couldn’t piece them together to form a coherent concept.

“...therefore, the stock market crash and the hyperinflation of oil products has led to drastic economic decline in the span of only 3 years.” you spoke as you typed, flopping to the ground in satisfaction as the last essay was finished.

“Alright, that’s good. I just need to proofread it a few times, make a bibliography, and format it correctly.” You checked off the steps from the instruction sheet. “Oh, and also create a separate attachment with an original graphic of ‘your version of an ideal economic system to combat financial difficulty and prevent decline,’ whatever that means.”

You turn on your phone, and a string of buzzes bombard you with notification after notification. “What the--?”

Jinwoo set down an American history textbook he was reading, and crawled over to your side to see the phone screen.

[jaemin] FCUKING BULL

[jinhwan] whats u problem bruh

[jaemin] GYUS DIDD YOU SEE WHAT BB JUST POSTDE ON HSI SITE,?>

[chaeyoung] huh

[jaemin] he rlly did us like that

[Attachment: 325word.pdf]

[jinhwan] wtf is going on

[yugyeom] what the actual hell? we didn’t even finish part one!

[haechan] oomf

Part one? Hands shaking, you opened the attachment. Your eyes scanned the email document until it fell on the words “Part Two.”

Hello farm tools, this is Mr. Brandonbury. The instructions I initially posted got cut off. Please note that you are also expected to complete the following:

7. Practice oral presentations of work-in-progress

8. Final/formal oral presentation

In case you are illiterate: you must include a presentation portion along with your 2 research papers for visual aid, and it must be memorized. For full credit, ALL aspects of your projects must be turned in through email by 12am tomorrow (both the presentation and the essays). Note that the presentations will be held in the grand hall, where we will meet at the beginning of class. Don’t forget to dress to impress. BB signing out.

“What is this guy on? What kind of a teacher does this to their students? On the first week, even.” Your voice was shrill in disbelief. You were literally on the urge of a mental breakdown. “Whatever. We can always write a bad teacher review about him at the end of the school year.”

“You know what? We’ve been working all day. We deserve a break.” You looked at a bored Jinwoo, who now just sat on the ground pulling at the carpet nubs, and then motioned him to come over.

“Do you want Japanese or Thai tonight? Or Mexican? It’s getting late and I don’t feel like cooking, so I’ll just order food to be delivered.”

Jinwoo pouted. “I don’t care.”

“Alright then, I’ll just get Mexican.” You punched in a few numbers and waited on the line. “Yeah, can I get an order of three tacos, sprite, and guac and chips?” As you were talking, Jinwoo looked down at the beige carpet.

Your room felt so gloomy. He was starting to miss Changbin. While you couldn’t concentrate on anything but your work, Changbin would actually talk to him and play with him, no matter how busy he was. Jinwoo even missed the frivolous bickering between the two.

Unknowingly, Jinwoo started to cry. For some reason, this feeling of being left with you was similar to what he felt when his mother handed him over to Changbin. He felt like a burden, and he must’ve made their lives harder just because he came off to be an irresponsible, disobedient child. They don’t want me, he thought, tears streaming down his cheeks. Tears of misunderstanding.

At the sound of his sobbing, you set your work down and hurried over to the bawling child. You picked him up and set him between your legs. “What’s wrong, Jinwoo?” He refused to look at you.

“Hey, look at me. Tell me what’s wrong,” you said softly.

He peeked up at you, teary-eyed and sniffling, “I kinda miss Changbin hyung.”

Springing into action, you whipped out your phone to text Changbin.

[you] hey bin how’s the party

[you] hello?

[you changed ‘changbin’ to ‘🗑️bin’]

[🗑️bin] what

[🗑️bin] yeah it’s awesome here why

[you] i’m glad you’re enjoying yourself

[you] but it’d mean a lot if you could wrap things up soon and drag your ass back here

[🗑️bin] ??

[you] jinwoo’s crying. he says he misses you

[🗑️bin] !? hold on im comnig

[you] good youd better be

Changbin dodged the beer pong players and a knocked out couple on the wet kitchen floor as he made his escape. Jackson threw a mean party, but the people who came sure were lame. It was a lot of fun messing around with the music and all, but he had more pressing matters to take care of. He texted Chan and Jisung that he’d be leaving, and slipped out through the open door into the cold night.

❖

Changbin had barely put one foot through the door when the tiny child scrambled up and latched himself onto his legs. Jinwoo had been waiting at the door for his return.

“Hey, what’s up?” Changbin gently ruffled the boy’s hair. “Miss me already?” he teased.

Jinwoo buried his face into Changbin’s pants. “Yes, actually. I missed you a lot,” he whispered, then broke into tears.

“Whoa, what’s wrong? It’s okay, you don’t have to cry anymore. I’m back for good and I won’t be leaving you ever again,” Changbin reassure him. Still, the kid continued to sob.

“Come on,” Changbin pleaded. “I’m sorry, okay?”

“I’m sorry for being a burden,” Jinwoo cried. “I’m sorry that you never get to do what you want because of me, and I’m sorry for being a brat all the time. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry--”

“Stop.” Changbin knelt in front of the child so they were eye to eye. “You’re not doing anything wrong. You have nothing to apologize for.” He wrapped him in a tight hug. “You’re not a burden. You’re the most awesome kid I know.”

With a sniffle, Jinwoo wiped his tears. “Really? You mean that?”

“Of course. I don’t say things I don’t mean. Come on, let’s go inside.” Changbin picked the boy up and carried him to the couch, where he set him down on his lap and wrapped his arms around him.

You watched the heartwarming scene from across the room, smiling to yourself. But all the while, you had been typing up a storm, trying to throw a sufficient presentation together before the deadline. Picking up on your distress, Changbin looked over in concern.

“Is something the matter?”

You sighed. “Check the group chat.”

After a few minutes of scrolling, Changbin was furious.

“Who the hell does he think he is?!” he sputtered. “How the hell are we supposed to create a presentation and memorize it by tomorrow?!”

“Well, if we’re going to get this done, let’s hurry and get to work,” you responded.

❖

“I’m sending it,” you said tiredly.

“Yeah, go ahead,” Changbin answered despondently.

You glanced at the clock after turning in your work.

11:59pm. Not a moment to spare.

“Now that that’s done,” you said with a yawn, “now we gotta memorize it.”

“I can’t wait,” Changbin said flatly.

❖

monday.

3:47am. Changbin flipped through his flashcards one last time to make sure he had his part covered. With a sigh, he threw the notes down and flopped onto the couch. He cursed Brandonbury for denying him the ability to form and recall memories as well as numerous other drawbacks that came with sleep deprivation.

He glanced over at Jinwoo, who was curled up beside him, lying in his lap. He smiled wearily, stroking the child’s head softly. Then he looked over at you, fast asleep on the floor, drooling over your laptop. He took off his hoodie and draped it over you.

“Good night, guys,” he said to the sleeping room, then closed his eyes.

❖

“Shit!” You leapt to your feet in panic. You were late; your alarm hadn’t gone off.

What the… I didn’t set one last night?! Oh… I must’ve fallen asleep while I was working. With trepidation, you peered at the clock.

6:48am. Relieved, you let out a huge exhale. There was still time to make things right.

“Changbin! Get up, we’re late!” You shook him violently until he groggily opened his eyes.

“Y/n…? Huh?” He rubbed his eyes blearily.

“Come on, move! We’ve got to be at the grand hall in 10 minutes!”

“Oh, shit. Okay, I’m going.” He stumbled off to the bathroom to wash up and make himself look somewhat presentable, though all he had to wear was his hoodie and sweatpants. So much for making a first impression, he thought solemnly.

Meanwhile, you ran to your bedroom and threw on the most decent clothes you could find: the ruffled top and black skirt you’d gotten for your birthday. This brings back memories, you thought to yourself, wrinkling your nose as you recalled the hour you spent scrubbing the coffee stain out. But I guess the incident didn’t turn out to be so bad after all.

“Alright, let’s go!” You grabbed your tote bag and ran to the door, where Changbin was already waiting. Apparently, your ruckus had woken Jinwoo up, who was also standing at the open door.

“Be back in a few hours,” Changbin promised, giving the boy a quick hug. “You’d better behave yourself.”

You squeezed the child as you went out the door. “See you in a few!”

“Yeah, yeah. Good luck, you half-witted sponge heads,” Jinwoo called.

With no time to spare, the two of you sprinted out the apartments. Rather, Changbin sprinted while you stumbled. Being the phat clown you were, you had thrown on your only pair of heels, which just happened to be stilettos.

“F*ck it.” You threw your heels off and ran barefoot, heels in hand, which got you weird looks from passersby. Chests heaving and faces flushed, you and Changbin closed into the hall just as the hour hand struck 7.

“Made it,” you gasped. Your hair was a mess and your clothes were disheveled, but you were on time and that was all that mattered. Relieved, you smiled at Changbin, but you froze once you got a good look at him.

“Dude, what the hell? You don’t look like you’re dressed to impress. Brandonbury’s going to fail us!”

“Well shit, I didn’t have anything else to wear! Do you want me to go up there naked?!”

You stared at him in disbelief, wondering how you’d pull this off. Just then, your savior came in to save the day once again; as you reached the entrance to the grand hall, Felix was exiting.

“Y/n! What--”

Without a warning, Changbin grabbed onto Felix’s collar, and frantically started unbuttoning his suit.

“Hey, what the--”

Changbin tugged at his sleeves, but Felix pushed him away.

“Sorry, I’m gonna have to say no. I’m straight.”

Changbin rolled his eyes and gestured at his lacking choice of clothes. “Do you expect me to go up there in this? Now hurry up and strip.”

“You’re unbelievable,” Felix huffed, but took his suit off anyways.

“Faster. Pants, please.” Changbin slipped out of his hoodie and hastefully pulled the suit on.

“Pants?! Dude, you don’t have time for this! Just go!”

“It’s fine, just go behind that plant! Please, I need them,” Changbin begged, pushing Felix towards a conveniently placed potted plant next to the doors.

“Damn… you owe me big time for this.” “Shoes too, please.”

Felix watched Changbin wriggle into his clothes quietly. “Hey,” he interjected. “Don’t you dare let y/n down again. I’m giving you my clothes, so you’d better ace that thing.”

“Again…? What--” Changbin started.

“Come on! We have to go!” You wasted no time, grabbing him by the arm.

“Thanks, bestie,” you called to Felix as you ran into the hall to take your seat.

Luckily, Brandonbury was in good spirits; surprisingly, he didn’t call you out for your tardiness. The order of the presentations was random, and when it was your turn, you stepped up confidently.

“It’s a well-known fact that the stock market plays a key role in our economy today…”

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“Phew,” you sighed in relief. “We dodged that bullet.”

“Yeah. I guess.” Changbin said, stepping on a dead, crisp leaf.

The presentation had gone pretty well, and you felt you deserved an A. He was walking back with you to the apartment to pick up his stuff. The walk home was quiet, a few words exchanged here and there, but was silent apart from the crunch of dead leaves beneath their feet.

The quiet became awkward. As your heartbeat raced, your feet also picked up the pace. What was this feeling? You decided you didn’t want to know. The two of you arrived at your apartment, where Jinwoo was waiting.

Changbin took him by the hand as he waved goodbye, stashed his belongings into his backpack, and started out the door.

“Hey, wait.” You called.

“Yeah?” Changbin stopped in his tracks, turning to meet your gaze. Jinwoo looked up as well, his tiger-like eyes widening in surprise.

“Buy me a coffee at Mia’s. You still owe me, you know.”

“Owe you? For wh—” He froze, taking in your outfit.

“Hm… let me think. Right! Not only did you kill my breakfast, but you ruined my new clothes and broke my phone. I’d say a coffee is a very small price to pay considering the circumstances.” You grinned mischievously.

“Oh… shit. I’m sorry—”

“So, after the coffee, you wanna go help me pick some new clothes? Coffee stains are hard to get out you know. Tide doesn’t work like it does in the commercials,” you say, leaning against the door frame.

Despite your smooth demeanor, you were freaking out inside. Oh my gosh, what if he rejects me?! Do I sound like a hoe? I totally sound like a hoe! Ohmygoshohmygoshohmy—

“Alright, I’m free today. But I gotta get back by 6 if I don’t want to get whopped by my mom.” Looking down, he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, and his cheeks seemed pinker than usual.

You broke into an embarrassingly wide smile as you slipped into the same boots you wore the day you first met him and flew out the door, linking arms with the one and only Seo Changbin. And it’d be the biggest lie he’d ever told if he said he didn’t enjoy the company; because you were the one and only y/n.

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