#still have work and school so it'll be still slow

[a66-1]

I NEED DRUNK SIMON DRABBLE OR SMTH ALL OKAY BUT I NEED DRUNK SIMON AAAAAAA

thx in advance 😈

(btw ur rules and regulations link isn’t working)

- HalloHello

thank you king for the idea and for the heads up

I accidentally privated the post so it'll be working right after this.

ANYWAYS

Drunk! Simon x Not so drunk! Reader

TW: Very drunk Simon. I think that's it

A/N: fangirling really hard rn

semi-proofread

You stayed up a little later becasue Simon said he'd be home soon, on a little drinking night with his buddies. He's usually good with controlling himself while drinking, but after missions? Man gets shitfaced and is all hugs and kisses and I love yous.

He's a sweetheart when drunk. Not to say he's not always a sweetheart, but when he has no inhibitions and is actually calm and not tense, he's a big old baby. His inner child really plays out.

You hear Gaz pull into your driveway, as he's usually the designated driver for the after mission drinks. You open your door to say hi to Simon but..

You see Gaz get out of the car with Simon. You open your door, waving. Simon doesn't wave back, and Gaz laughes quickly. He brings him up to the steps, and helps Simon walk up the stairs to your front door.

"Hey, darling. I'm handing you your.. Uh.. Very... Drunk boyfriend." Gaz holds back a hard laugh when Simon, his big self, stumbles forward to lean half his weight on you. You support yourself on the door confused.

"How-What-When--" You look for words but they fail you. Gaz shrugs.

"Even we don't know. Johnny told him to slow down, but.." Gaz gestures to the mess Simon is, and tips his head.

"Don't mean to leave you with him, but I got to drop off Price. Just.. Update me, yeah? I don't know why he'd drink so much," Gaz gives you a nice smile, and walks back to his car to drive off. You take Simon's hand, and try to lead him in. Simon laughs softly, a laugh you rarely hear, and he kisses your face a few times.

He gets in the house, just to crumple to the entrys mudroom seat, and leans back back into some of his own work shoes.

"Oh my, ya'... Y'r such a sore for sight eyes.." He mumbles. You tilt your head, in an 'excuse me' motion. He shakes his head, before trying to stand, and falling back.

"No no, love, a-a sight for sore eyes.. Yea' a sight.." He sighs, "I wish I had a girlfriend tha' wa-was like ya'.."

You snicker, covering your mouth. You manage to get him to the couch, and then your bed, taking off his sweaty shirt and changing his jeans to PJ pants.

"'F I ev'r 'ad a girl, 'd wan' her like ya'.." His words seemed to decline in coherence as he got more tired. You nodded slightly, smiling crookedly.

"Like me, you say? Why's that?" You kiss his temple, and he smiles warmly. His smile is the prettiest you've seen, and you love when he's even slightly drunk because he flashes it so much more.

"'M safe with ya'.. Why wouldn't I wan' a girl like ya'," he smiles, and takes your hand, and holds it.. Like a baby. His big ass hand is wrapped around your thumb.

You softly rub his scalp, as he moves himself onto your chest. You have the TV playing, watching your favorite show. Simon is mumbling.. Something, your sure, but he's just putty in your hands. Imagine: a big burly man, drunk, and infatuated in his girlfriend (but he apparently doesn't know) like a small school boy. It's adorable seeing him defenseless for once, relaxed shoulders, and his gaze is just as strong as he gazes up at you. You peck his forehead, and rub the bridge of his previously broken nose.

"Hey, Si, guess what?" You smile softly, your hand holding his jaw. He hums and tilts his head. "Did you know that I'm actually your girlfriend?"

He stares dumbfounded for a moment, before shaking his head.

"Can't be, mm... Y'r too pretty for me." He kisses your palm, and smiles.

"I promise. 2 years strong, honey." You kiss his lips softly, smiling at his cluelessness. His hands grip the sides of your shirt, looking up at you. He doesn't believe you, crazily, he's still got his insecurities.

"No no, ya'... Ya' shouldn't be.. Wasting Y'r time.." You shush him with another kiss, before his head falls onto his chest. He sighs.

"Wasting my time? Si, honey, I love spending my time on you." You kiss the crown of his head, and scratch his head. He mumbles more incoherent thoughts. He's lights out very quickly, and you follow suit a few minutes later.

The morning comes, and so does a very hungover Simon. He groans, sitting up, and wiping his jaw harshly. You were awake, on your phone when you feel him shift.

"Oh, hey baby." You smiled, and out your phone down. He groans, and nuzzles into your neck, complaining about how his head hurts.

"I know, I know. I got some advil for you." You grab the bottle from the side table, and feed him 2.

"God.. I'm.. Was I..?" He rubs his eyes and gives up, seeking comfort in your arms. Your rub his head some more, and move your fingers to rub his temples.

"You gotta stop drinking so hard, baby." You whisper, "I know you don't do it often, but.. Are the mornings worth it?"

He nods, to your surprise, and leans into your hands. "Mm.. Yeah.. It's worth it.. Cuz'.. Ya' rub my head and kiss me and.. Mm... Hug me.."

You kiss his head, and shake your own.

"Next time, just ask okay?" You get a nod as a response from him. He whispers a thank you into your neck, before drifting off to sleep until 1, like usual.

ahh this was so cute to write and I fell asleep writing it so. thats why I'm posting it in the morning.

by babes!!

-a661

#simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost x you #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon fluff #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley call of duty #cod x reader #ghost cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod #a66-1 #a66-1 asks

[spiriteddreams]

nanami kento likes to be on time to everything. but when you're pressing kisses to his lips, his nose, his cheeks, he finds that he doesn't quite mind running late this time. after all, it's to meet gojo, so for all he cares, the white haired sorcerer can wait for an eternity as he indulges in your love. his hands rest on your waist as you stand between his legs, humming to yourself as you help to straighten his tie and press another kiss to his lips.

"i'm going to be late," he murmurs, but you don't miss the way he chases after your lips, searching for another.

your hands run up his chest until they're resting on his shoulders and you roll your eyes fondly and say, "you don't seem to be in a rush." it's the truth, but really, how can he be in a rush when you're looking at him so sweetly, holding his gaze as if daring him to be the first to look away. he pulls you closer instead, curling his fingers around you as he hums nonchalantly.

"i'd much rather be here with you," nanami admits. you feel your face warm at his words, so simple and yet said in that signature low voice of his, laced with all the love and adoration he holds for you. he's never been the best with his words, and you know this. without having to say it, you know exactly what he's saying.

nanami kento expresses his love through his actions. he swears to love you in the flowers he brings home everyday after work, and in the morning coffee that he brews as you sluggishly climb out of bed after him. he seals his promises with the slow kisses that you share in empty classrooms of tokyo jujutsu tech, as if you were both still in school, young and chasing after one another but too afraid to make the first move.

"you know i have to get to work too," and yet you don't make an attempt to pull away form him either. "i promised shoko i'd buy her a coffee." nanami hums and you can feel the way his fingers start to gently press into your clothes, subtly pushing you towards him. he doesn't have to say it, but you know that he wants you to indulge him just a bit longer. a glance at the clock in your room has you sighing softly.

"kento," you say softly. he savors the way you say his name, searing it into his memory as he fixes you with a knowing look, a smile tugging up on his lips as he tilts his head just barely.

"one more, for good luck?" he teases. you huff out a sigh, knowing that he'll ask for another, and then another, and before you know it, both your lips will be swollen and eyes glassy as you're rushing to leave home.

he chuckles, as if reading your thoughts. "i'll need all the luck i can get if i'm meeting with gojo." you hate to admit that this time, he has a point. in the back of your mind, you wonder how long it'll take for nanami to pull out his phone and send you a text, asking you to come save him from the sugary eccentric sorcerer who's roped him into training one of his new students.

"for good luck then," the kiss you give is chaste, far too quick for his liking and he doesn't care if you laugh at the way he sharply pulls you back in. the kiss he presses to your lips is searing and you nearly stumble forward had it not been for your hands immediately moving to grip his shoulders. you lose yourself in the moment, hands wandering just as his do.

it's only when the sharp ringing of your phone cuts through the room that you pull away to reach over to see shoko's name on screen. she doesn't even give you the chance to greet her when you pick up, instead opting to say, "i hope you're not sucking faces right now."

"if you're upset about your coffee running a bit late, i'll buy you another one tomorrow," you reply fondly. nanami huffs next to you, eyeing your phone as if contemplating grabbing it and tossing it across the room so he could pick up where you left off.

"i'll hold you to that," shoko sighs. it's silent for a beat before she speaks up again, "hey nanami, gojo's been texting me nonstop. he said you're not answering your phone." the sorcerer in front of you mumbles something under his breath as you bid shoko goodbye, promising to bring her coffee soon.

"i suppose that's our sign to go," you step out of his grasp and nanami nods as he tucks away his phone in his pocket. already, he's thinking about coming home and making dinner this time. he's thinking about what flowers the corner store might have today when you pat his chest and go to cup his cheek.

"have a good day my love," you smile at him. and in every silly cliche way possible, nanami's breath catches in his throat. this is what it must feel like to be in love, the kind of love that the books you ask him to read try to describe, but never fully capture.

"i'll see you later," he says softly, already leaning towards you, "text me if you need anything." you both hesitate, go to pull away, but fall back into one another for one last kiss before you go, your giggles still echoing in nanami's mind as he turns to go meet gojo.

nanami's always liked to be on time, but for you, he'll make every exception.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3 a/n: this is me coping and trying to emotionally prepare to watch the episode later

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami kento x reader #jjk x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento #nanami #spiriteddreams writing #spiriteddreams

[doobea]

SPITTIN' OUT LIKE LISTERINE ─ RIN I.

synopsis: sae is great at a lot of things, his brother... not so much. when sae calls you up to tutor rin for his upcoming exams the first thought should've been 'yeah, sounds like easy money' rather than 'why does it look like he wants to kill me right now'.

MILESTONE EVENT || MILESTONE MASTERLIST

contents: gn!reader, reader is two grades above rin, college AU setting, forced proximity, best friend's brother, rin is a lil emotionally constipated but its alright bc we love him, sae is a physics major in this idk why word count: 10.9k (haha... why do i do this) a/n: hi hi umm idk if i know how to write tbh its been quite some time,,, but im slowly finding myself getting back into the groove and umm yeah it'll still take some time!! anyways, thank you for beta'ing @popponn and of course this fic is dedicated to you too my sweet <3

You meet Itoshi Rin at a coffee shop, of all places.

The kind of shop that you often see campus influencers hanging around. Hole in the wall. Dangling fairy lights paired with a few overgrown rose bushes in the front. A bit old-schooled, wooden counter tops, with well loved espresso machines. It’s not a big cafe, just enough to hold a few couches, a singular bookshelf packed with all sorts of board games, and low rise tables with way too many heat stains. 

At the start of the year, it started out as a quiet job. Never too overwhelming and had just enough downtime for you to finish up assignments in between breaks. Recently, due to a couple of self-proclaimed foodies on campus, business has blown up ten-fold. So, instead of catching up on your latest lectures, you’re stuck brewing teenage girls their overpriced lattes that are just mostly multiple pumps of flavored syrup and copious amounts of whipped cream. It’s rough but manageable to say the least, judging from the tips. 

You’re currently on scholarship, top of your classes and major, but you’re also living on your own so rent’s gotta get paid one way or another. Whether it be working part-time as a teaching assistant, a barista, or both.

On this particular day, you’re just about done closing up shop. The last hour had you rushing back and forth, fulfilling a last minute order from a Karen that swore up and down that she placed a mobile app order for ten frappuccinos twenty minutes prior. It’s been a long day, but the evening has finally calmed down. You’re scrubbing down the counter, putting all the remaining elbow grease you have into this one particular syrup spill earlier that you didn’t realize that someone had walked in until they started clearing their throat.

You barely look up, having the stain just almost disappear from the counter, but the information you register is enough to know that it’s a guy, and he’s by himself. 

And, okay, in a normal setting you would probably be smart enough to realize that a guy wearing a black cap, oversized hoodie, and a large gym bag at nearly nine o’clock at night is anything but suspicious. You, however, worked a long day. Your eyes are strained from operating the bright tablet menu. Your hair is a frenzied mess. There’s tea stains all over your apron. You get the gist.

So you don’t really notice at all, except that this guy is idling in front of the counter, looking over at the menu with equally strained eyes as you. That’s not unusual. You’ve learned when to be helpful and when to give someone their time and space. It’s slow now, not like it’s common for more customers to show up this late anyway. 

After a moment, the customer clears his throat again. You turn around, fixing your apron, and work up a friendly smile and a quick “ready to order?” when it dawns upon you that this guy is breathtakingly gorgeous. So much so that if you could take over the rights of the Oxford Dictionary, you would attach this guy’s face underneath the word gorgeous and emo.

Dark wispy bangs, striking teal eyes, long mesmerizing lashes, and lips that naturally fall into a small frown giving him the ultimate resting bitch face. They’re also very kissable lips, and you hate yourself for jumping to that thought so fast. It’s not usual for you to hit on customers, let alone just anyone, and it’s probably safe to say that anyone as handsome as The Duke of the North (because you’ve also been reading too many romance comics on the side and this stranger definitely fits this role) probably has a partner of his own. 

“Hey,” The Duke of the North looks awkwardly pained, as if he hates starting a conversation. His eyes drift down to your name tag that’s proudly displayed on your apron, littered with all sorts of stickers and pins. “I—um, what do you recommend?”

Working in food service made you absolutely hate this question with a burning passion. Everyone’s taste is subjective. You get this question all the damn time, and you have to put on your best customer service act, all preppy and bubbly. It’s not like you hate helping customers, you do. But, when they don’t give you anything to work with, it becomes your fault if the drink is bad. 

Though, for obvious reasons, you don’t mind extending the conversation with The Duke of the North. Just by glance alone, you can tell he’s a bit of a health nut from the lean physique and the hefty gym bag that’s tossed around his shoulders. Looks scary and a little daunting, but you have an inkling feeling he’s more of a traditional type of guy. 

“If you want popular suggestions then I’d rec our brown sugar boba for beginners or, if you want something less sweet, I always prefer our in house rose oolong milk tea.” You answer, good-naturedly.

The Duke of the North seems to be in deep pondering. The look on his face makes you feel a little uneasy, like maybe he’s missing something, but eventually he settles with the latter.  “Rose oolong,” He says thoughtfully, almost unfamiliar with the term. “I’ll have that then.”

“It’s one of our signature drinks,” you ring in his order with a smile, “tends to be popular with a lot of the older women.” There’s tease laced in the tone, but you mean no harm. Maybe just a tiny amount for him coming in before closing. 

And, after collecting the cash payment, you can tell that he’s struggling with the awkwardness hanging in the air. You assume he’s not used to jokes, or even hanging around others willingly for that fact. There was another comment you wanted to ask, more so his background and if he goes to the same university, but it quickly vanishes when the guy scurries to the furthest corner of the shop. 

Okay, that’s fine too. Not everyone is suited for small talk.

You get the feeling that this guy wants to avoid people and maybe he’s also had one hell of a day. You’ve learned pretty early on as a barista to never ask anyone about their problems, only because you’ll accidentally sign up to become their therapist without meaning to. 

You decide to brew up a warm batch of rose oolong tea, despite the fact he never specified if he wanted it hot or iced - he looks like the type of guy to always order a warm drink, even on a summer day. And, being the lovely barista you are, you decide to give him a large for the hell of it. This will go down as your one positive action for today, hoping that the good luck will carry over for tomorrow’s rough schedule.

“Hope you like it,” you present him with the tea and watch him as he swirls the drink around. He doesn’t look upset that it’s warm, so you take that as a good sign. “Feel free to hang back a little, I still have to clean up a couple of things in the back.”

“Sure, thanks,” he nods, and the words sound genuine. Without missing a beat, he retreats back in the corner and pulls out a laptop, notebook, and somehow manages to balance the drink on the cushion next to him. Yeah, definitely a fellow student working overtime like you.

True to your word, you go back to your boring list of chores to do; tons of equipment to be sanitized, chalkboard to be erased and be replaced by tomorrow’s daily specials, counting the register, taking out all the trash… maybe it’s not too late to find a less taxing job.

If you weren’t so tunnel visioned in your deep cleaning, maybe you would’ve noticed The Duke of the North spilling some of the tea on himself, asking if you had some extra tissues he could borrow, but only growing self-cautious when he realized that your earbuds are shoved in. And maybe you’d notice him cleaning up the spill with his own clothes from the gym bag, dabbing the spot furiously and making sure it looked like the same state prior. 

You’re almost done with your long list of closing chores when The Duke of the North returns with an empty cup. “Thanks, again. ‘S was good,” he awkwardly offers up.

“Glad to hear,” you flush a little, because your uniform is a mess, and you clearly look the part still. Nothing is more embarrassing than a cute guy staring down at you while you’re sweaty, tired, and have soap suds all over your apron.

There’s a bit of a silence, and then he says, even more awkwardly, “I’ll, uh, see you around. Good night.”

“Sure,” you reply in a quiet voice, in a tone that’s taken on a dreamy sort of quality. “Night.”

You let out a ragged sigh by the time he was out of sight, praying to see him again in better circumstances. By the time you’re locking the front door, you’re half debating to FaceTime your best friend about the random encounter. Somehow, Sae tends to know just about everyone on campus, even if his friend group only extends out to you. Though, noting that it’s nearly midnight and you should really catch the last bus of the day, you quickly toss that thought out the window and save the energy for tomorrow’s session.

“Mind tutoring my brother for me?” Sae asks out of the blue the next day.

You flail a little, shooting him an exasperated look over your shoulder as your fingers stop in mid hover over the keys of your laptop. An hour and a half into the TA grading session and somehow things feel slightly more off than yesterday night. 

There’s only one single thought running through your mind as you stare at Sae, best friend of nearly two years, “You have a brother?!”

A swarm of “shh” and “quiet down” soon blows in your direction in the library. You’re quickly met with glares from other senior students from nearby tables and study rooms as you mumble back flurries of “sorry” while Sae only rolls his eyes.

It’s nearing midterms, everyone and their mothers are camped on every floor and crevice of the building, thus making gossiping quite impossible and frowned upon. So you stare in disbelief at your friend on the wild fact that he potentially has a brother and didn’t bother telling you until now. 

Sae blinks, “…Yeah? That’s shocking news to you?”

You laugh a little sheepishly, “You’ve never mentioned having one, let alone anything familial.” Then again, this is Sae. Talk about emotionally guarded. 

“You’ve never asked,” Sae huffs before setting down a stack of graded papers. At the top, you see an unfortunate student’s work marred in everything red from Sae’s corrections. He’s always been a tough grader and, for any poor soul who has to take physics, chances of them retaking are high when he’s TAing.

“No offense, but you’ve always given me only child vibes,” you say, lamely, not hiding the fact you’re mildly annoyed. Seriously, this guy knows just about everything about your personal life and now you’re just finding out about his?

“All offense taken,” he replies dryly. 

You scoot closer and whisper, “So, who’s the unlucky guy?”

Sae heaves, ignoring your comment, and continues, “Rin. He’s been focusing too much on sports lately to care about his midterms. He knows about the arrangement. I would offer to tutor him but… we don’t have the best sibling relationship.”

And, Sae being Sae, this doesn’t really surprise you. “See? The only child vibe checks out.”

“Anyways,” Sae rolls his eyes for the nth time and tosses you a half folded sticky note with the name and contact info of his presumed brother. “He gets his shitty attitude from me, so try not to get too upset if he doesn’t seem talkative.”

“I haven’t even given my answer to—”

“Just how often do I ask for your help?”

“Like never,” your reply is instant and Sae only raises his brows in confirmation. You take that as a sign of he’ll somehow return the favor. It’s a rare opportunity, perhaps even once in a blue moon, but there is just one thing that you’re wondering about—

“Don’t worry about the money, you’re going to be covered,” Sae reassures as he throws another thick stack of exams on top of the finished pile. “He’s a fast learner when he wants to be, just not as of recently since he’s started the semester.”

“I take it he’s a grade below?”

“About two years younger, in honors.”

You laugh, pulling away and readjusting your attention back to your laptop screen. “Seems smarter than you, I like him already.”

It’s a terrible day, because you’re awake before your alarm. Hell, you’re awake before sunrise.

It’s absolutely nonsense and your boss knows to stop giving you these opening and closing shifts back to back, but apparently nobody else had been available to open. 

“You’re competent,” your boss had said over the phone last night. “I trust you more than our own managers, so you should at least feel proud about that.”

Should you?

Of course, you don’t fall for his stupid flattery, not when your alarm is finally blasting in your ear at five in the morning. Normally, you at least try to make yourself look half-presentable but, working on approximately four hours of sleep, the best you could do for yourself is throw on a sweater and jeans before heading out the door.

As a whole, you really do like your job and usually get the later shift but the recent manager got fired for stealing cash from the register, and your other co-worker called off for the next few weeks due to a family emergency, so now your life is a living hell — at least until they return. And, let’s not forget to mention that somehow you’re also stuck with tutoring your classmate’s younger brother because somehow he couldn’t have done it himself. Also a so-called “family emergency”. 

The only thing you appreciate is at least it’s warm inside the cafe once you’ve turned on the lights and tossed your bookbag in the back room. The store might be short-staffed today, but mornings are always slow, which only means you can at least get paid by watching some YouTube videos while finishing setting the place up.

You barely get through setting up the pastries when there’s a knock on the door. Dear god. It’s barely seven, you’ve been here for exactly fifty minutes, and already you’re debating smashing your face against the coffee machine to put yourself out of this misery. If it’s a customer, you swear you’re going to kill someone.

As you glare intently at the window, in the early morning, pre-dawn glow, you can make out a tall guy, dressed in athleisure, peering through the glass. You’re about to grumble out loud about entitled customers showing up before opening hours but the door knob suddenly turns, all because you were too tired earlier to lock it, so now you have to put on your dumb customer service voice. 

The bell chimes loudly as the guy walks in. The lighting in the coffee shop is low, with that quiet, comfortable ambience of soft piano background music playing through the speakers. Your eyes are still half-awake too, blurry around the edges with sleep. But that face, no one could possibly forget that.

“You’re back,” you say this in awe, offering up your best smile, even though it’s lopsided and droopy. The annoyance ebbs away slowly as the man approaches the counter.

The Duke of the North scratches his cheek, and looks around the cafe a bit more, realizing that he’s quite literally the only one here. “...Am I early?”

“Kinda, we open in thirty minutes,” you shrug. It’s not an accusatory thing, because at least this time he has the manners to come in before it’s open rather than before closing. That’s something you can work with. You were irritated earlier but now you’re suppressing a giggle. “Did you like the drink that much?”

Before he could answer, he tips his baseball cap and grips his bookbag before settling down on the nearest couch by the counter. Wondering if the comment had came out as off putting, you’re about to throw on a free pastry when—

“My brother recommended this cafe. Needed a quiet place to get some work done,” he explains with a slight pause, and continues, “The drink you made was good,” he says quietly and starts unpacking. For whatever reason, that puts a dumb cheesy grin on your face. You’re thankful he’s too occupied to catch that.

“Well, you’re welcome to stop by anytime. Just, you know, within actual store hours.” You laugh when you see the tips of his ear flushing a light shade of red. 

“I suppose you’re right,” and you don’t have to look at him to hear the tiny smile in his voice.

“Did you want me to make you anything?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing at the moment. Thank you.”

You two are quiet again for a long time. He’s minding your space while you’re trying to finish your opening duties. When you’re finally done fiddling with the coffee bean grinder, you twirl around, mind racing and checking off your internal checklist with the next task being to actually open the shop. Though, as you turn, The Duke of the North is already by the front door, flipping the sign over to OPEN. 

Can this guy get any more charming?

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” except that you totally loved the fact that he did just that. Maybe a concerning amount. 

“I was getting up anyways,” he reasons simply with a shrug. Somehow he slightly reminds you of a certain someone, but you ignore the nagging voice inside your head.

“Well, keep that up and we might just hire you,” you tease.

The Duke of the North strolls up to the counter, presenting a credit card in his hand, and looks over the menu behind you. You give him space, but you absolutely try to make out the name on the card. You probably shouldn’t refer to him as The Duke of the North any longer than you should. Then again, if the shoe fits, why change?

Suddenly, the front door bell rings and the sight of maroon catches your attention.

“Sae?”

“You’re here awfully early,” Sae comments, nonchalantly. 

You sigh, rubbing a hand to your temple. “Got moved to first shift, unfortunately.”

“Wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to him,” he nods towards The Duke of the North.

Blinking hastily, you choke out, “Wait, you two know each other?”

“Are you that blind?” Sae deadpans and stands next to the taller male, who looks mildly taken back, like somehow he doesn’t want to be here anymore. “This is Rin. The guy I was talking about yesterday. My brother.”

To say that you’re shocked might be an understatement. The correct emotion might’ve been appalled, or even dread? You’re not sure. But you weren’t expecting the meeting to be as unnerved as it was. Rin doesn’t even allow Sae to finish explaining, just ends up walking out with the promise of showing up to the shop at the end of your shift. You remember catching Sae’s irritated expression which, in itself, is extremely rare. It placed a strained smile on your face.

Back at your apartment, you’re currently trying to balance this tutoring session by turning it into a personal study time too. Though, you keep the sight of Rin in your peripheral as you complete your assignments in bed. It didn’t take you too long to look through his current curriculum and throw together a few practice and multiple choice questions for a quick knowledge assessment. He seemed pretty adamant about knowing everything, but Sae has his doubts.

Rin keeps looking over at his quiz, your digital clock, and the floor — all in that order. You don’t want to distract him anymore than he already is, though you can’t help but to spare a glance of what he has done so far. 

The multiple choice questions have been filled out, with a couple of eraser bits on the side, but the short answers have hardly been touched. A lofty attempt has been made to the first short answer, where Rin drew a small circuit diagram to determine the internal resistance of a battery, but it kinda just stops at that. Any answers he has written for the problem set are mostly brief notions of what’s already stated in the prompt. 

Rin currently has his fingers knotted in his hair, pencil tapping against the table and, underneath the desk, he’s bouncing his leg like mad.He tries to look indifferent on a surface level, but you can easily see the vein popping out on his neck.

By the time you’ve finished grading, Rin barely scrapes by with a C-. And, while some students would be ecstatic with that, it’s surely not enough to raise his current grade to a passing one. 

Sae mentioned that Rin’s a fast learner when he wants to be and he never said tutoring would be an easy job. No worries, it’s not the first time you had to mentor a student before. What you’re more worried about is how Rin had been so sure that he knew what he was doing… when he obviously doesn’t.

You hand back the paper with the corrected answers in red ink. You even drew a tiny smiley face by his name to give him some sort of comfort, but Rin just makes a disgruntled noise and looks mildly disgusted.

“I don’t need your sympathy.”

You certainly didn’t expect him to snap at you. Rin visibly tenses and blood rushes to your ears.

Your lips part, finding the right words, as he redirects his attention to your bedroom window and stretches his jaw. Then, after an agonizing long pause, he tips his head back, slouches down in the chair, and sighs in defeat. 

“Sorry,” his voice cracks a little and he leans down, resting his forehead on the edge of the table. 

You pinch your lips together, eyebrows raised. He looks frustrated, but you can tell it’s not aimed at you. “Let’s… take a fifteen minute break, how does that sound?”

“I think I should go.” He’s a little breathless, possibly uncomfortable under the weight of your stare. 

“I’m not delicate, Itoshi,” you say, slowly. You’ve dealt with a fair share of angst-ridden undergrads flustering over their assignments. Rin is no different, and you’re not the type to easily give up after a mini meltdown. It’s all about having the right approach, if you send him home now then the next session would just start off even more strained. “Stay for a while longer, we’ll go over everything one by one.”

“It’s fine.”

You sigh, lips curling ever so slightly. “Itoshi, has anyone told you that you’re a terrible liar?”

From the look on his face, it seemed like the world had slipped out from under his feet. You soon realize that Rin almost reminds you of a raging teen, when he’s like this. He’s fiercely independent, that’s for sure. The type that doesn’t like to make others worry but it ends up backfiring in the end. How he’s managed to get through with life is way beyond your comprehension, but you have a feeling that it has something to do with Sae.

“I… I don’t talk about stuff like this,” he admits and chews down on his lip - it seems like a nervous tick, a bad habit. 

“I can tell,” a chuckle bubbles from you but you pause when you catch his glare. You start clearing your throat awkwardly, “I—um, I don’t talk about my feelings often either. I don’t think many people do. We’re all trying to figure things out as we go.”

“Have you figured it out yet?” Rin seems to surprise himself with that question. 

Maybe for him, you look like you’ve got all your shit together. As if you’ve figured out all the great secrets in life. And maybe, you think, he just wants reassurance that he’s not alone, struggling, to find purpose. Or perhaps Rin wants you to offer up some adult advice, something only seniors would know. 

Your eyes widen for a moment. Rin furrows his brows tightly together and stares at you for answers. You both know well enough that you don’t have a solution, but he looks at you anyway. All you offer him back is a warm, big smile. 

“Itoshi, I’m two years older than you. I’ve had a little more years to figure it out,” you begin slowly, “I’ve had my ups and downs, almost flunked out a few courses when I was starting out, too. I didn’t just magically have it all come together.”

He appears doubtful, almost hard to believe. Rin looks like he’s about to protest but one look and he soon realizes that you’re pushing some truth there. You can tell that he’s struggling, mind working in overtime to try and process all of his internal conflicts — only because you’ve gone through the same. 

“Honestly,” you continue, after a long moment of silence, and lean to the side, giving Rin’s shoulder a little nudge, “It’s not my business to dig around your psyche, but just know that you’re welcome to tell me anything. Physics related or not.”

Rin doesn’t say a word, but you take his silence as a contentment. 

“So, uh,” you start to get up from the bed and pace towards the kitchen area, “I have some sliced fruit in the fridge, if you want some. Can’t solve these problems on an empty stomach.”

You two spend the rest of the night assessing the problems he got stuck on and going over shorthand tricks to easily remember what formulas to use. To your surprise, Rin stays mostly quiet and attentive this time around. He doesn’t stare at the worksheet in irritation anymore, and asks questions when he finds himself stuck on a problem. At the end, he manages a passing B on the new practice assessment. And, of course, while downing a bowl of freshly sliced honeydew.

It’s almost midnight by the time he starts heading out. You’re certain that this is going to kick you in the ass tomorrow morning, because you somehow forgot that you have an 8:00 AM class. It’s fine, you think, at least the atmosphere feels a lot lighter than when you guys first started, so you consider that as a plus.

As Rin begins to put on his shoes, you try to lean against the bedroom door casually and nearly fall over. Looking unimpressed, Rin looks up at you.

“Hm?”

“Do you dislike me?”

“You’d already be dead if I hated you,” Rin says this with a certain level of confidence that makes you both shiver and relax at the same time. You’re positive that he isn’t a serial killer but, then again, you don’t know if Sae is the only source of all that pent up angst. 

When his hand rests on the front door knob, Rin suddenly looks back, eyebrows knitted together, and you can’t tell what his expression translates into. Nevertheless, it makes your breath catch in your throat, and you swallow hard. 

“Yes, Itoshi?”

”You… your room is messy,” Rin eventually comments, very unnecessarily, which causes you to release a heavy sigh, sticking a disapproving tongue out.

“Wow, you really do get that shitty attitude from him!”

Rin just snorts, hands in his pockets, and you think this is the first time he’s ever really laughed. It throws you off and, before you get a proper chance to recover, he’s out the door. 

“You’re surprisingly getting the hang of this, Itoshi” you’re glossing over the practice quiz he had today, feeling a surge of pride knowing that Rin was able to handle it just fine. He ended up receiving a B minus, which is nearly a grade higher from his past averages. Guess a heated vent session is the answer to most problems. 

“I’ve cleared my head,” he shrugs nonchalantly, as if it’s the easiest thing to do in the world. 

Outside, a storm rages and rattles the windows every time thunder roars. Typhoon season is nearing as the weather starts to get warmer, which ultimately means your evening shifts are cut early to avoid flood risks and violent winds. It’s been about two weeks since the first tutoring session and there’s been a slow progression in your relationship. 

Having Rin over almost feels weirdly second nature, despite the short amount of time. You try to meet at least three times a week, two of those times happen right after your shift. The thing you miss the most about being a sophomore is the amount of free time you had. Rin’s classes practically finish before three every day and arrive at the coffee shop right after football practice everyday. Majority of the time, it would just be exchanging shorthand greetings but, whenever the evening rush dies down, you try to strike a quick check-in. Afterwards, the two of you  would make the trip back to your apartment to continue the session. 

Which leads to this current situation. 

About an hour into the session you suggested a well needed break, for you at least. You’re laying down in your bed, playing a mobile game on full volume, while Rin is disciplined enough to still scroll over his previous lecture slides at your desk. You’re not sure if this is what he does to “relax”, or if he’s just simply not grown comfortable around you just yet. Either way, it’s hard to believe that you’re being out mentored. 

“You know you can chill, right?”

“I know.” You hear muffled sounds of a lecture recording from his laptop. 

“Well, I don’t hear you chilling.”

“I don’t need to be.”

Okay, yeah, you’re starting to see the family resemblance here. But it’s going to take a lot more than that to stop you. How else have you survived as Sae’s best friend for two years?

“Don’t you have any fun weekend plans?” 

Rin shakes his head, eyes never leaving his screen. “Maybe not fun by your definitions.”

Your ears perk at this and you subtly lower the volume of the game. Maybe this is a sign to get to know his likes and dislikes, and whether or not he has a significant other — because that’s all important information. At least, that’s what you convince yourself. If Rin just so happens to be in a relationship, then you’ll easily set aside that growing curiosity. If he’s not, then a little harmless flirting won’t harm anyone, right?

“Itoshi,” you sit up from the bed with more purpose than before, Rin seems to catch on and visibly grimaces. “Tell me, I wanna know.”

“We should probably go back to studying,” he sighs.

You hop to your feet, sauntering to the desk and shutting his laptop with ease. Ohm’s Law can wait just a little while longer. “You’ve been at it nonstop since we’ve arrived here. It’s not good to cram everything in that big head of yours, that’s how people burn out faster. C’mon, a ten minute break won’t kill you.”

Rin doesn’t bother to argue against you, he’s been over well enough to pick up that you won’t let him become a complete workaholic. 

“Fine,” he gets up and makes his way over to sit on the edge of your bed, because if he doesn't then you’ll eventually force him to sit elsewhere. Something about separating work and personal spaces to improve learning.

You plop down a few inches away with a winning smile, “So, what are your plans?”

“Football practice—”

“Something other than what I already know.”

He exhales loudly. “Catching up on coursework at the cafe, probably.”

This takes you by surprise, only because you work this upcoming weekend. “Really? Well, guess we’ll see each other then.” Maybe tenacity is just rooted deeply in the family’s genes.

“It’s a nice place,” he reasons, sneaking a glance at you.

You begin squirming, trying to turn from Rin without looking like a complete idiot. Then, slowly, “...What do you like about it?”

And, of course, the words barely escape your lips when the whole building seems to creak and groan under the effort of the storm. The power flicks suddenly around the room, and then it’s complete, utter darkness.

You don’t feel Rin’s presence next to you until a sudden gust of air hits your ear. You flinch and clap a hand over your ear while Rin mumbles out a quick apology and stumbles to establish his own personal space on the bed. 

It starts to rain heavier now, water slapping hard against the window panels in big, ugly raindrops. You should probably get up and find a flashlight or any lighting of some sort, something to make the situation less awkward, but your body feels like a rock. You don’t want to move but, at the same time, your mind is telling you to run far, far away from Rin.

Heart throbbing against your chest, you gather up the courage to look at Rin’s face with the help of the dim lighting from the window sill. His eyes are half-lidded, seemingly glazed over in deep thought. He doesn’t say a single word, and every moment of his silence stirs the growing anxiousness inside. You swallow, suddenly aware that he’s beginning to unravel your sanity just by being there besides you. 

“Are you, um, are you okay with thunderstorms?” you adjust your position with shaky limbs, trying your best to not cross his physical boundaries.

Rin fidgets in response, but you can tell he’s also trying to keep his cool. “I’m fine with them. I just wasn’t expecting the power to suddenly…”

“Yeah, my apartment sucks,” you groan, inwardly. “This doesn’t happen all the time, I swear.” A flash of lightning illuminates the room, you squint against the light. “Maintenance won’t be on site ‘till tomorrow morning. I doubt you want to stay so we’ll have to cut the session short for today.”

You feel the mattress dip a little. The two of you fall silent, and there’s a weird awkward tension hanging in the room, one where it leaves you both red and flushing. Your mind is racing, and there’s a million questions. He hasn’t made any moves of getting up, nor has he said anything about leaving. It’s a bit uncharacteristic for Rin to be unsure in a given situation like this, or is he just being polite? This feels different from your first meeting, it’s still unpredictable, still a confusing mess.

“Or we could talk!” you quickly add on. “I…uh, if you want to talk, that is.”

After a few more moments of that awkward, creeping silence permeating the room, Rin sighs. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to talk about,” he whispers and looks up, his face looking worn out.

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. Silence is also okay.”

“I like silence,” he confesses.

“We can just sit here then,” you agree, “silence in itself can be therapeutic, too.”

You don’t necessarily agree with yourself. If it’s not for work at the cafe, you spend a good deal of your time in silence. Studying, grading students’ papers, thinking about your family back home, and preparing for life after graduation. It all gets overwhelming when you sit and process everything in your mind. Even so, the silence that falls between you and your best friend’s brother feels comfortable, in spite of the initial close proximity. You find yourself leaning back into the bed frame’s headboard, curling up sideways.

About ten minutes in, Rin cracks.

“When I was a kid, I used to be afraid of storms. Sae used to make dumb blanket forts with me. It’s silly, but…”

And, despite it being dark, you shoot him a knowing look. For a moment, Rin looks like he regrets even opening his mouth, like he’s about to blurt out a quick ‘nevermind’, but you don’t give him a chance.

“I’m listening, you don’t have to stop.” Unknowingly, you give his shoulders a little nudge of encouragement. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Rin thinks it over, and he only has to for a moment. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

He talks for a while, until he runs out of things to say. Or, rather, he runs out of energy to say anything. His thought process is a jumbled mess of how his relationship with Sae developed. Being the younger sibling, it’s natural for Rin to look up to his brother, to want to gain acknowledgement and become some sort of a mirror image. The thought of Sae looking after Rin while both of their parents were working overtime to provide for their education is also something you could heavily relate to. Around some point down the line, Sae began to distance himself from Rin without any apparent reasoning, at least in his eyes. Towards the end, it becomes a rambling about nothing, too, and you’re positive that Rin hasn’t even gotten into the meat of the issue.

Rin appears mildly exhausted, flustered, and a little embarrassed by the time he’s done. He turns to you, eyes narrowed, “Don’t say that you feel sorry for me, I’ve heard it about a dozen times already. It gets old.”

You shake your head, processing everything. You can tell he has so much more he wants to get off of his chest, so many things he wants to unload, things that he hasn’t even realized that’s been weighing him down. 

“I wasn’t gonna say that,” and he stays still, studying your next words with high concentration. “Sae and I have been close for quite a while, and I totally get how he’s an ass—to you and just about everyone else. He’s abrasive and straight to the point with a lot of things. Also pretty sure he’s allergic to communication. Hell, I’m not entirely sure how I was able to get close to him in the first place,” you flare a deep breath out of your nose and rhythmically tap your fingers along your thighs. “But I know he has a weird way of caring for others, too.”

“How so?” Rin doesn’t sound annoyed, just confused. Almost hopeful, even. 

“Well, he’s signed you up for tutoring, which might actually not be a good example of care but, um… He normally hates asking people for favors. This is just an unconventional way of saying that he’s making sure you’re doing okay.”

“Could’ve said it himself.”

“Yeah, well, you came to the cafe because he told you, right?”

With that, he quickly shuts his mouth, forming it into a subtle pout. Is he embarrassed that you’re right?

Another flash of lightning comes by, followed by low rumbling thunder. Then, an idea brews.

“This is gonna sound a bit crazy but… do you wanna build a fort?”

Rin snorts. “What’s with that?”

“Well, it doesn't seem like you’re in a rush to leave. Then again, maybe a taxi service would be expensive right now…”

He offers up little resistance to your suggestion and ends up dragging a couple of chairs into your living room from the kitchen. You dig around in your closet and pull out a heavy winter blanket, the ones with a giant tiger imprinted on the front. It’s been stored away for quite some time, leaving bits of dust and other mysterious remnants in the air as you straighten the fabric out. Hopefully Rin’s not sensitive to dust mites. 

One side of the blanket is stretched around the edge of the couch and tucked beneath the cushions. Another corner is wrapped and fastened clumsily around a chair. It hangs over the edge of the coffee table and is held in place by the second chair in the corresponding corner. The overall impression is ridiculous, but there's a decent space on the floor in front of the sofa. 

“That’s a bit better,” you decide, with a faint laugh. 

You’re pressed close to one another, and you have to admit that it’s intimate in a way that you didn’t expect. The air is a little warm, heavy with their breath and the faint heat from the candles. It’s… nice. Outside, the wind is howling, but it is fainter, partially obscured by the blanket barrier that keeps the outside world away.

You decide to stream a horror movie to pass the time, until the weather subsides a bit. You’ll probably go over your data plan for the month, but right now, you don’t really care. You prop the phone up against one of Rin’s textbooks that he didn’t get the chance to go over today, and end up watching a really shitty slasher movie from the 80’s.

At some point, you doze off, leaning in and head tipping to tentatively rest on his shoulder. It’s not the most comfortable position. You’re both slouched back against the couch, pillow wedged under your backs. Your phone eventually runs dead, and the candles burn into nothing—smoldering and smoking as they sputter out.

“Hey,” Rin faintly calls out your name. “It’s getting late.”

You stir in your sleep, finding the strength to open your eyes and tilt your head up. You’re sure that your heart is going to stop beating when he takes notice. The look on your face must’ve been a good one, because now Rin’s six shades of red deeper and he’s got his hand over his mouth. 

“Oh god, I’m sorry, Itoshi!”

“It’s… okay,” his voice is low, sounding almost uncertain. “Rin is also fine.”

You fail to notice his fingers making their way past your forearm, past your neck, until you feel them settle on your warm cheek. Shivers course through your body, and the resulting sounds you release is halfway between a sigh and a whimper. His eyes are half-lidded, glazed, and you’re positive yours are no different.

“Sorry, Rin…” you’re apologizing again, his name sounds foreign on your tongue but feels like home all at the same time. Your voice begins to trail off. You can’t finish, your eyes are already closed, head tilted. As you breathe, with your heart rattling in your throat, you feel Rin lean in close.

As soon as you collide into him, his lips meld against yours.

It’s funny how life works. Some days seem to drag, impossibly slow, especially when you’re trapped in your own mind — replaying everything, obsessing over every single action you’ve done wrong in your life. There are days where you barely get out of bed until it’s time for classes or to get ready for work, where you just go through the motions. 

Other days, they fly by in the blink of an eye. Sometimes it’s because you hole yourself up at the library, nose glued to your textbooks, and body running on adrenaline. Other times, it’s because you keep replaying that kiss you gave Rin, wondering what it means, or if it just means nothing at all. You remember being roped in by the shy, tentative edge in his voice that reminded you when you first met him at the shop, where you first had been infatuated.

Rin hasn’t spoken to you since that night at your apartment. On one hand, while you’re worried that you might’ve said something out of line, and maybe that kiss came off too strong. Which, of course it fucking came off too strong. You kissed your best friend’s brother, and that just spells disaster on its own. Although, on the other hand, you’re glad that you guys are on a first name basis.

That’s fine. Rin seems to be going through a lot and the best professional way to handle this situation is to be… professional. Everything is all too much, and you've decided that you need to take a break.

That night, you’ve made a quick trip home after work to stay at your family’s. You don’t have time to mull over a certain junior of yours, not when you have your own things to take care of. 

Your parents’ are currently on their anniversary date, leaving behind your two younger siblings all by themselves. You think two eight year olds could handle themselves just fine for a few hours but, then again, kids these days are just built differently.

You ended up ordering takeout and made them sit through a painstakingly long foreign film. Subtitles always put kids to sleep faster, you’ve learned. After carrying them to bed, you decide to spend the rest of your night sitting outside on the patio and wait for the return of your parents.

The skies are always clearer in the suburbs compared to the bustling city lights that pollute everywhere else. You sit down on a small plastic chair, one belonging to your siblings, and spend a good few minutes appreciating the twinkling stars and the raw smell of the countryside. You fix your gaze out in the distance, at the same hills and mountains the sprawling city overlooks.

Feeling inspired, you fish out your phone and decide to send Sae a quick picture of the surroundings with the caption ‘miss you loser :P’. It’s a small mini-game that you two started a year back, sending each other photos whenever away from campus, even though it’s mainly you sending the photos and he sends back middle finger emojis. 

Though, as soon as you hit the send button, dread immediately fills your gut. 

“Wait, shit, shit—wrong brother!” 

Your heart hammers against your chest as you stare at the now seemingly flirty caption and, dear lord, your reputation might as well be down the gutters. This will go down as probably the most embarrassing moments of your life, and what makes things even worse is that you know Rin has seen it because three gray dots are now jumping up and down in the chat log.

God, what are you even supposed to say to that?

[Sae’s Brother!!!]: I’m sorry?

When you receive the responding text, you feel yourself losing ten years off your lifespan. You bury your face into your hands and whine, loudly. 

This incident on top of whatever the hell happened during the night of the storm… Rin probably thinks you’re a creep for doing this. You can already imagine how it’ll play out: Rin tells Sae that you’re harassing him, Sae stops being your friend, and you’ll probably have to drop out and move out of the country. Rin might never even show himself to you again, and that thought alone makes your throat tighten up.

However, before you can descend into further madness, if that’s even possible, your phone vibrates again. You swallow the needles in your throat and peek through the cracks between your fingers.

[Sae’s Brother!!!]: Looks nice. 

And, to your surprise, there’s an image attached to the text. It’s a dim photo of his opened textbook, a filled in study guide sheet beside his laptop, and on the right side of his desk is a drink from the cafe. You want to make a dumb oolong tea joke, but now you feel bad for disrupting his study session. 

Then, another notification comes through.

[Sae’s Brother!!!]: Miss you too. :P

Your heart promptly multiplies into a thousand pieces. You lean into the chair, almost tipping yourself over. Your heart’s beating so hard that you can practically feel it pulse against your temples. Taking deep breaths, you don’t look at your phone until the urge to run away fades. 

It feels like you're dreaming, and you know it’s absolutely stupid and silly, that you feel like you’re floating right into a dumb romance drama right now, but you can’t help it. Not when Rin is pulling stunts like this. He probably meant it as a joke, maybe only responded back to mirror you, who knows. But someone like him should not have the power to be so, so adorable under all that hard exterior. That’s just illegal…

“God,” your breath shudders out and you thumb over the keyboard to respond back.

[You]: didn’t mean to send that to you haha… ;; [You]: but i take it that studying is going well??

Rin replies back within seconds.

[Sae’s Brother!!!]: I know. [Sae’s Brother!!!]: Studying’s been fine. Might need to look over something when we meet up again, if that’s okay. [You]: of course!! just lemme know what day works :)

Rin sends you a thumbs up emoji and you don’t get a response for a while after that, figuring that he probably went back to work. It doesn’t matter anyway, because it feels like a hundred pounds just got lifted from your shoulders and you feel so light that you’re convinced that you can see the stars even clearer now. 

Thank the heavens he didn’t make it weirder than it already was.

Fuzzy-brained, you decide that it might be best to call it a night and retreat back into the house and towards your old bedroom. Even while laying down on your plush mattress, curled up, with the aircon on blast, you couldn’t fall asleep — at least, not for a long while.

By the time you pass out, it’s from sheer exhaustion and adrenaline rush. Your phone remains gripped against your chest as you sleep, and you end up missing another message from Rin late in the night.

[Sae’s Brother!!!]: Your manager doesn’t make good oolong. Come back soon.

There are several moments when you tell yourself you need to take a couple steps back. That you really, really need to calm down about Itoshi Rin.

The rest of the week comes and goes. You haven’t seen Rin in a few days. You guys sorta text, with him giving you curt updates on his assignments, but Rin goes long periods of time without replying. And, when he does reply, even though it’s just a text on screen, you get a distinct idea that he’s probably tired. So most of the time you end up lounging around at Sae’s apartment, busying yourself with your own assignments and bothering Sae about the end of the year assessment. And maybe you mope to him about his younger brother. Just a little bit.

“Does Rin hate me?” 

“Why do you ask?” You could practically hear the eye roll in his response.

You feel a bit juvenile when you explain the reasoning, it’s obvious in your tone. “He’s, um, been kinda dry.”

“Is water dry?”

“...No?”

“Then there’s your answer,” Sae yawns and flips to the next page in whatever new psychological thriller novel he picked up. “Should feel lucky that he’s even responding back, I barely get an emoji out of him.”

Part of the fun thing about being friends with Sae is having full 24 hour access to his apartment. Whenever you’re running low on food, it doesn’t matter if it’s milk or potatoes, somehow there’s always extras at his place. The least fun thing about being friends with him is that he’s god awful at keeping up with conversations. Or, at least in this case, giving you advice on how to approach Rin appropriately.

You decide to change up the topic, slightly. Your mind’s currently running on three shots of espresso and one shitty breakfast sandwich from the dining hall, not really the best combo, and the words start flooding out. “On a different note, if someone you kinda just met shows a side of them that they’ve probably never shown to anyone, how would you react?”

Sae straightens from the couch, eyes flickering to you then back to the book. “Depends on who it is,” he shrugs. He doesn’t sound too interested in the conversation.

“Wise words, I see…” you hum in deep thought. You begin strutting around the tiny living room, circling around in front of the TV and keeping a somewhat watchful eye on Sae as you choose your next words carefully. “What if… it’s like a big thing? Super pent up for so long that they just start pouring all their emotions onto you? How would you react to that?”

“Sounds like a weird person. I would probably leave,” Sae’s voice is dismissive.

You groan, fully understanding Rin’s personal dilemma. “At least pretend to be serious right now!”

And, with that, he shuts his book and rests his cheek against his palm, sighing. “Maybe they told you because they’re afraid of talking to their close friends. Or maybe they just feel comfortable around you, I don’t know. Since you’re so caught up about this… who are you talking about?”

Shit, he caught on. 

Sae hardens his gaze on you, suspicion sprawled across his sharp features.

“I—um, uh, it’s a classmate of mine! We were going over grad school applications and they seemed really lost about if they wanted to apply or not… I was just a little surprised when they started talking about their insecurities with me, that’s all. We’re a little bit closer now, though…” your voice trails off and Sae cocks his head a little, pursing his lips, but decides to leave the topic be.

“Right, well… how are Rin’s studies coming along?” Sae asks after a long pause and backs out of your space. 

It’s not like Rin’s doing terribly at his studies. He’s picking up some of the methods and variables faster than most people in your department, perhaps even learning at a faster pace than yourself. Though, and this is just an observation, you’ve noticed that Rin rarely takes notes in his classes. When he does, well, it’s sloppy and unfocused. You’re starting to worry, since his midterm is rounding the corner, and you’ve been itching to ask if he remembers the material or if he doesn’t care. You want to, really, but it’s technically not your job to look after him full-time.

Unless it totally has something to do with the weird family dynamic that you can never really nail down? Yeah, you’re definitely not sticking your nose into that mud anytime soon. The last time you did that, well… 

“He’s doing fine!” You offer up that much. It’s a little taste of honesty. Not the full truth. Somehow, you know that Sae is damn well aware of that, too.

“As long as he’s motivated, that’s all that really matters.” Sae mumbles. He drops the conversation and it’s probably a good thing, because you can’t concentrate at all.

By the end of this particular meeting, you feel like you’re going to vomit. Your stomach has jumped into your throat, and you’re struggling to keep your breakfast down. It’s way too late to call out of work, so you power through and manage to make it in time for your shift. It’s not until you arrive that you notice a familiar tuff of black hair behind the register, eyes glimmering with all flirt and talk with a female student across the counter. 

Then, it hits you, if there’s one person other than Sae who can give mildly okay advice, it’s him.

When the evening rush dies down, you relay the situation back to Oliver, throwing on the crucial details—well, minus the kiss—unfortunately you can’t risk that information going out of his mouth. Unlike Sae, he shows interest from the get go, providing you live reactions and commentary as the story continues. When asked for his thoughts, Oliver covered his face and howled in laughter for a long while, getting stares from customers, before leaning in and eyes you very seriously.

“Kid’s got a massive crush on you, that’s for sure.”

Oliver is obviously a better listener compared to Sae, but also has a tendency to stretch things out for dramatic purposes. You should’ve mentally prepared yourself for this.

“Wait a sec,” Oliver sits on the countertop, despite the rules encouraging against it written on the chalkboard behind him, ponders hard for a moment, and then, “You like him!”

You almost spill a shot of espresso all over your fingers, letting out a small screech, and look up, doing a bit of a double take at your friend. “Don’t you have better jokes to make?!”

Oliver tosses you a clean towel from underneath the counter space and offers an apologetic smile, but he looks amused. “You wanted my honest opinion. Hot, young stud falls for his tutor who also works as a barista? The prompt just writes for itself.”

You swallow a gagging noise. “Please don’t ever refer to Rin as a hot, young stud… even if it is true.”

“If we want to peel back several more layers, maybe this is all part of Sae’s elaborate plan to hook you up with someone.”

“Can’t you have another family emergency again?” You like Oliver. He’s possibly your only favorite coworker out of all the other part-timers, but you’re very unimpressed with him right now. “I’m still in college. You’re acting like I’m going to be forever alone, or something.”

“While that might be true,” Oliver agrees, mildly. “I still think the kid might just be bad with… y’know, showing emotions.” He motions his hands in a heart shape near his chest. “I was like that when I was his age, too.”

“Gross, now you’re just making yourself sound like an old man.” With that beard, it sure adds a few years to his face. No wonder he’s so popular with the ladies.

“You should be more honest with yourself,” he softly chastises, offering you a blueberry muffin that he definitely stole from the back. “Life would feel a lot easier.”

“You talk as if I’m a fictional character in some stupid story,” you sigh, gracefully accepting the baked good in defeat.

There’s a part of you that feels bitter after the conversation, afraid that he’s right. You’ve been solely focusing on your academics for the most part, and that’s not to say that you haven’t had others showing interest in you. 

You remembered Oliver hounding you down on your very first day at the coffee shop, trying to get your attention by making you clean up his spills, not sure why he thought that was a good idea… Another guy from your department also tried hitting asking you out by creating a fake math problem that would eventually lead to him asking for your number, but the variables were messed up and all over the place that it didn’t make any sense. 

You don’t put relationships on a high pedestal, and you don’t necessarily need to be in one right now. Maintaining a steady income and keeping your scholarship should be your top priority. That, and not falling for your best friend’s brother.

Things go uneventfully for a little while longer at the shop. You and Oliver were going to put on the latest episode of the Bachelor to pass the remaining shift but, by the time you were just about to finish setting up the monitor, the front door bell chimes.

You blink. You and Oliver are in the corner tucked at the back of the store. It’s ten minutes until closing and your stomach churns wildly at the thought of another inconsiderate customer. Because if it happens to be another frat guy ordering a “secret menu” item that some person made up on TikTok again… well, you’re gonna start crying.

“I’ll go take care of it,” you sigh, fishing out the store’s keys out of your pocket. “Just tell me who the guy ends up with.”

Oliver grins as he presses the play button. “Roger that, boss.”

You hadn’t really expected to see Itoshi Rin of all people to swing by.

He barely gets any words out when you emerge to the front counter, needless to say you were the same. After a few mindless scrabbling around and awkward shifting, Rin spits out that he needs an emergency tutoring session, back at his apartment of all places. And, at some point in the night, between your mind turning into mush and Rin refusing to look you in the eyes, Oliver sends you off a little early before you have the chance to help him close.

Which ultimately leads you off here.

“So, what’s the burning question you have for me?” you ask, setting down your book bag on the floor. 

Rin’s apartment is a lot minimalistic compared to yours, and more on the traditional side. His place is a bit further out of the downtown area, into the quieter parts of Tokyo, but not terribly far from the school’s public transit. Here, the buildings aren’t skyscrapers and the traffic is manageable, which means a lot more parks and greenery. 

Instead of a dining table with chairs, he opted for a low coffee table and cushions instead. There’s tatami flooring, a small bookshelf in the corner with organized sports magazines, textbooks, and a few horror films. Hanging on the walls are a variety of posters; most of them are famous foreign football players and some are a few popular movie covers. 

The coffee table is placed right near his bedside, so it makes a perfect back rest for you. Rin keeps a small desk lamp on, he’s mentioned to you in passing that small amounts of warm lighting helps him focus. This setup is certainly a lot more comfortable compared to yours.

Rin decides to sit next to you this time, pulling out an array of notebooks from his bag and fidgets with his pens on the table before flipping to his last pages of notes. “It’s about… torque and resistance.” He buries half of his face into his palm as his fingers trace, almost obsessively, through the notes. From one glance, his writing looks coherent enough, better from when he first started out.

“Um, yeah, sure,” you keep a close eye on him. Rin is behaving rather strangely. Restless, agitated, annoyed, or a combination of all three. Though, a minute into the small lecture, Rin softly calls out your name. “Y-Yes?” you can begin to feel your neck growing dangerously hot.

“About that night, last week…” he finally pushes the words out, but lets them hang in the air, inconclusive.

Your cheeks flare up, and you turn away, clearly embarrassed. Suddenly, you feel like a complete idiot all over again. “I—I’m sorry about that,” you stammer out, staring down at your fingers. “I don’t know what came over me, everything was so dark and—”

“You don’t need to apologize,” he consoles, quickly. “I’m glad that it happened. It was… I… it was good.”

It’s a bit of a rambling response, but it leaves you stunned and flustered, without even realizing it.  You finally turn to look at him, eyes a little misty, your cheeks still warm. You’re relieved by Rin’s reply. You open your mouth to respond back, but nothing tangible comes out.

“I want it to happen again,” Rin finds himself saying, tone suddenly low and dark. He shoots you a look, one that you can’t quite interpret. It’s like he’s hovering somewhere between concern and fear that he’s pushing too far. And maybe he is, but you are too.

You let your legs slip out from underneath and you lean up against Rin’s bed. If it wasn’t there, you’d collapse for sure.

Rin follows suit but pulls away from you abruptly, and you manage to look up just in time to catch the flush in his cheeks and neck. It’s hard to see it in the dark but, if Rin’s body language is anything to go by, he’s incredibly embarrassed. 

“Are you okay?” His voice is quiet, and you manage a shaky nod, but that nod is immediately followed by another involuntary sound from the back of your throat.

“I, um, should we tell…?” 

You’re not entirely sure where Rin stands with his relationship with Sae, nor if both of you can predict the outcome of what would happen. Sae is still a close friend, but you can’t hide the fact that you like Rin away from him forever. Plus, would this even realistically work out? Graduate school, job interviews, things of that sort aren’t in Rin’s horizons, but…

“We don’t have to do anything right now,” he seems to catch on and clears his throat, looking away. “I just wanted to make my feelings clear.”

You briefly think back to Oliver’s advice earlier in the night, about being more honest with your feelings. How things will magically become easier. It’ll be unfair if you didn’t pour out your heart like Rin had done just now. But words can’t be the only way of showing your honesty.

“We can take it slowly,” you stumble out.

Screw it, maybe you can ask Sae for a favor after you’re done tutoring.

Those words seem to melt Rin’s hard exterior almost instantly. Wrapping both your arms around his neck, you press a chaste kiss to his inviting lips.

Rin doesn’t say anything else, but there’s another little teasing nudge of his shoulder bumping against yours, and it somehow communicates more than it should.

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a/n: hi again everyone... if you've made it this far - thank you ;; this piece might just be the longest fic i've ever written (to date...) and tbh im not sure if i like it ? maybe i do idk!! there were so many times i wanted to throw my laptop against the wall gaah did you know that i originally wanted sae to come in and interrupt towards the end? thank god i didnt otherwise our two main love birds wouldn't have been able to kiss... anyways, ty for reading and hopefully you'll see me around more <3 <3 ty i love you

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[heartsforsserafim]

Can I request G!p Kazuha x sub reader

Night in

pairing ; nakamura kazuha x fem!reader

genre ; smut

tw ; gp!zuha, corruption, dom!zuha, noncon to dubcon, innocent!reader, sub!reader, somnophobia, kind of protected sex mixed without protection?? (but fr use condoms), kind of fwb situation??

an ; and i know this is short but i have sm request to get done i think may make them all short honestly-

Prompt ; You and your best friend, Kazuha, are dorming together for the final week of college and she has something up her sleeve

or Kazuha fucks reader while she's sleep and lies saying its a game

....

"Kazuha!" You shouted out while running to the taller girl, it had been weeks since you last saw her.."Y/n!" she held her arms out to catch you, flashing her well known adorable puppy smile. You both sighed in each other's embrace, Kazuha just got back from japan after a family reunion and you were ecstatic to see her once more

You and Kazuha had plans on living together since middle school and well, you two had already bought your own house together, you had separate rooms but you two normally would share since either you'd be scared after a horror movie or zuha would just want to cuddle

Tonight she wanted to just hang out with you and play a few games, never anything too much. Just cuddling and games like you two would normally do along with your friend group but the other girls were too busy that night

Nonetheless you and Kazuha still made the best of the night, picking fun at the other for something here and there. You two also tried a few new baking recipes to kill time, which they burned but it was still fun

Kazuha used a polaroid camera and took some pictures of you two, during any random moments in the night. One of you playing the game, one of her falling face first, and even one of you two baking

Soon you both chilled out and watched some movies inside of your bedroom, Kazuha really never understood why you bought a huge bed but would only be in it alone until that night.

It was like three beds in one and she did enjoy it, until it was time for cuddles and she held you close while watching the movie. You shuffled a bit in your sleep, leading kazuha to hold you closer and kiss your forehead in hopes it'll keep you still.

Which worked for a while, until you moved your ass against her crotch. Of course she just ignored it and continued watching the movie, you shuffled some more in your sleep this time actually full blown grounding your ass into her pelvis.

Kazuha didn't know what to do at this point, she has a raging boner and couldn't jerk off while in the bed with you she thought it'd be weird. She sat there trying to keep herself composed and was just going to wait until tomorrow morning, sounded like a nice play.

That was until your hand fell back, touching her thigh. It was like she lost all respect for you and mainly herself. She felt around under the covers until she found your sleep shorts and removed them

Feeling your panties she moved them to the side and rubbed her index finger along your folds. Kazuha was unconsciously humping against her own boxers so she decided to move them and continue back with playing with your clit.

Lifting the cover up, she moved down into her jeans pocket and grabbed a condom, Opening it and sliding it along her cock, she turned back over to your sleeping figure.

She would've felt bad if well, she wasn't busy thinking with her dick of course. She lined herself up with your entrance and slowly slid in, holding in any whimpers that may possibly try and slip through her lips.

Once she was finally in, she was slow and soft with her moves, testing different speeds seeing which might wake you and what won't. Different strokes and roughness, seeing how it'll go.

Kazuha knew you weren't a virgin, but she knew you were innocent to things like this. A whimper slipped through her lips and she stopped moving praying you didn't wake up.

Realizing you didn't, she got bolder, and laid you on your back, removing your sleep shorts and panties in one pull. Putting her face near your pussy and taking a long kitty lick. Nearing moaning at how good you taste, Kazuha lifted up grabbing her cock into her hands once more and inserted her shaft back inside of you.

She was rougher this time, not caring if you woke up or not since she felt close, she kissed against your chest and rubbed your clit hoping it'll make you more wet so she'd slid in easily.

When it didn't work and she got so hard the condom was uncomfortable, she took it off and slid back in. Her eyes rolled back so far, once she had finally slid in she blew her load. Not even realizing how loud she moaned and you woke up.

Seeing your best friend only in her sports bra on top of you all sweaty. You didn't think much of it till you felt something inside of you that was unfamiliar, "Z-zuha?" You said, shooken.

"Y-ea?" kazuha said, she didn't move an inch. "What's inside of me?" you asked, god your voice sounded so innocent kazuha was getting hard again, "Something thats fun! It's like a toy" Kazuha said

You were clueless to this so you just agreed and asked her to explain this said, "game" to you. And she did go on and was even thrusting a bit, "O-oh~! I like this game" you said, slightly moaning.

Kazuha snaked her hands down to your waist and began fucking you harder, "N-no st-stop hurts" you said but zuha didn't listen she continued going. "Z-zuha hurts~ I don't like this game" you say and frowned

Little did you know, kazuha was getting more turned on hearing your voice and the way you pouted made her groan out and throw her head down against your bare chest.

She convinced you to switch positions because, "It makes the game fun" and she placed her hands onto your hips once again. Guiding you how to ride her, you moaned in ecstasy. Although the feeling was different, god did it feel amazing.

"M-mm~ I feel weird" you said, kazuha slowed her thrust and asked, "What's wrong?" you continued to bounce on her cock faster and faster, "o-ohh~" you say as your eyes rolled back once your orgasm took over you.

"Aw baby's had her first orgasm," kazuha said her cock twitching inside of you. "Wan more" you babble out, kazuha nodd and takes you off of her, placing you down on your stomach and continued to fuck you

You were louder than earlier which made kazuha more content with this, but since you were so loud and you both were stuck in a cloud of pleasure you guys didn't hear the other girls walk in.

They of course didn't go into your room but went into zuha's to let her know they're home now but once they heard the sounds from your room they didn't bother.

Back inside your room, kazuha began rubbing your clit trying to make you cum again before she did and she was successful. Your body shook against the bed, you buried your head into the pillow to muffle the loud moans of kazuha's name while she filled your cunt.

You both were panting heavily, kazuha gained some strength to pull out, you felt sore once she finally left your cunt. Watching as her load spilled out of your cunt, she chuckled a bit. You were fast asleep meaning she didn't have to deal with the post sex awkward conversation, which she very much enjoyed.

Well she would've if she didn't have to deal with the scolding she received from the older girls the next morning during classes

#kpop #girl group smut #kpop smut #lesserafim smut #nakamura kazuha #le sserafim #kazuha

[evertidings]

— JANUARY 2024.

accomplishments.

i meant to write this yesterday. and the day before. and, well, yes, also the whole weekend. it's not much of a monthly update when we're already a week into february, but we're ignoring it. time flies; it's so crazy.

i hate to admit it but january was not a good month for me in terms of writing. i really thought my last semester at school would be easy (ha) so i was overestimating how much i could get done. the truth is, i haven't touched when twilight strikes for a while. and it pains me heavily. i wish i was working on that rather than my essays (boooo!!!) but i can't afford a fail when i'm so close to graduating. so, reluctant priorities. in an ideal world, chapter eleven would come out this month. in reality, i have no date. i would love march, but my progress has been so slow i can't guarantee it.

to speak on the little i have written, though, i think it's going really well. i'm diving into some complicated things and while it's challenging, it's also been super fun. i might have mentioned this last month but a lot of things are reaching a culminating point. because of that, the chapter is definitely more plot-driven than fluff, but (don't worry!) at the same time, it's still very character-driven. i don't think it'd be a 'me' chapter if it wasn't. Blane, K and Rylan have whole scenes (K and Rylan are in one scene together, Blane is on their own; i've yet to decide how or if I'm doing it for A and N). i'm really excited for you to read them.

finally, as some of you may know, February is also the month of my anniversary. it'll be three years since i posted my intro post here on tumblr and damn, like i said, time flies. it's funny because i thought it'd be done by now, but hey, here i still am, writing chapter eleven and *struggling* with it. usually, i post some sort of anniversary special, but since i'm so behind this year, i haven't been able to get a start on it. i'm really sorry about this—i was so excited about it too because i know exactly what i want to do. i still plan for it to be released, but just not on the deadline of the actual day, unfortunately. so if anyone was looking forward to that, you'll have to wait.

on a lighter note, i hope you're all doing well! hopefully, february will be kinder to me in terms of assignments <3

#update #when twilight strikes #the midnight hours #interactive fiction #twine game

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐄𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞. | TEASER

There's magic in everything.

Tags/Warnings: Royal Warlock!Jungkook, Maid!Cat Hybrid!Reader, Magic!AU, realistic Fantasy, sci-fi, Strangers to lovers, Fluff, Romance, Angst, mentions of war, Injury, Violence and blood, Smut

Length: ???

There is no taglist for this fic. This is a Patreon-Exclusive.

A/N: due to fantasy stories never doing very well here on tumblr, Exhale will be posted on Patreon only. I've also lost my job, so currently, Patreon is one of the only ways to make money right now. Please understand that I'm gonna advertise it more often due to that. Thank you for your understanding.

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"You'll feel at home soon, Sir Jungkook." You say as you place the plate of his food in front of him, his dark eyes looking up at you.

They don't scare you. Neither does the fact that he draws his powers from.. well, not the light. He's shown by now that he still has a kind heart, even if it's a bit hidden and cluttered with other things he deems more important. "I do not need to feel welcome here." He denies, starts to eat quietly, averting his gaze from you.

"Sure, you do not." You respond, turning around to wash the other's dishes in the sink. Jungkook's eyes raise at that, focusing on the way your tail sways from side to side softly.

Your dress looks a lot more.. tailored to you, than he's used to see on maids. In fact, everyone appears to be dressed in clean, and well made clothes that still fit their status and job- but don't appear to be simply given from one to the next. Kim Seokjin knows every staff's name in fact, and does not seem to really draw a line in who he speaks to and who he does not.

Odd.

"But doesn't it feel better?" You ask, singing to yourself as you wash the plates.

Jungkook doesn't respond, simply thinks. He doesn't have to feel at home here. Once King Seokjin doesn't have any use for him any longer, he will be sent out once more. The less connections he makes here, the less he will be driven away from his path. He doesn't need friends, or a home.

He's learned that many times in his life. It'll only hurt.

"How long have you been working here?" Jungkook asks as he rips off a piece of bread to eat. You dry your hands, and sit at the table with him, stretching out your legs beneath if for a moment.

"Hm.. I was living here since Jin-.. King Seokjin was still a prince, Sir." You answer. "I was born in the nearby forest village. My mother became a maid when I was old enough to attend school." You remember.

"Explains your lack of respect for him in your tone." Jungkook says, not looking at you. You stiffen, ears pinning backwards.

"Ah- but I do have respect!" You almost whine. "It's just.. his crowning was years ago, I know. But.. on occasion, I forget the boundaries set by society." You sigh, leaning your chin on your hand. "Any other kingdom would've already had me beheaded." You giggle to yourself.

"Or at least exiled." He mumbles, biting another piece of bread.

It's good that you seem to be aware of the luxury you're experiencing inside this castle. As a mere hybrid maid, you're not much more in status than a dog- and yet, for some odd reasoning, the King himself treats you as much more, just like the other staff. The way he'd spoken to Jungkook, with such familiarity almost, had shown just how soft the King really is. He truly is in need of protection. God knows he probably has not fought a single time in his life.

Just as his food is finished, Jungkook notices your other hand that's not supporting your head. There's something on your palm he's not sure of, but the skin is clearly irritated. He motions for you to turn it over, and you do- scratches having reopened from washing the dishes earlier.

Either you're very dumb, or just very devoted to your purpose in this castle.

He's slow with his movements to give you a way to deny him- but you do not, instead even leaning forward a bit in curiosity to see what he's going to do, as he covers your hand in his own, silver rings bulky on his fingers. There's no glow, or anything really- not much is happening at all, apart from the tingling feeling underneath your skin, stinging from the cuts slowly ebbing away like it's dipped in cold water.

And when he removes his hands, your palm is covered in what looks like black soot almost.. but once you brush that off, the skin is healed- no scars remaining.

"Oh! There you guys are." Yoongi offers, walking closer into the kitchen, a hand on your shoulder as he stands behind you. "The king requests you, Jungkook. " He tells the warlock, who still feels oddly irritated by the man's lack of proper wording regarding him. "And you should clean up. It's late." He says much softer to you, and you nod.

"Look! sir Jungkook healed me!" You hold out your hand, and Yoongi clearly grows irritated, frustration clear on his face.

This is what Jungkook is used to. The anger, distaste, disgust even regarding his practices- this is what's comforting to him. He can work with that, knows that people like this man will not get unnecessarily attached to him and cause problems. He likes that-

"Yah, where'd you even get hurt again?!" Yoongi scolds you instead, however. "Be glad Jin didn't see, or he'd make you report to him daily again.. show me. Is it really healed.?" He mumbles, inspecting your hand, before he shakes his head at you, ears pinned back. "Thank you. She sometimes has the coordination of a dragon hatchling." He says towards Jungkook, and he's caught entirely off guard, eyes wide open and face clearly showing his surprise.

And you just laugh at that, happily so, before you tell him goodnight with a playful bow, running off after teasingly thanking Yoongi for washing Jungkook's dishes.

Which, yet again irritatingly enough, Yoongi indeed does do for you.

This castle is weird.

But fitting for its king, he thinks.

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[jpmarvel90]

Absent

Masterlist Scarlett Masterlist

Relationship: Scarlett x Reader

Summary: Scarlett is away more than she's at home, leaving her wife with the kids. When a project means that Y/n is once again pushing back her own work, tension builds and a fight is soon to follow.

Word count: 5550

Y/n's POV:

From the outside looking in, we look like the perfect happy family. A wife and three kids, a nice home and lucky enough to not have to worry about money. What people don't see is the strained relationship and the exhaustion that I feel with every passing day.

I have been married to Scarlett for 6 years and we have three beautiful children. Noah who is four and our 18 month old twins, Izzy, and Mia. We met through a photoshoot she was doing for the Avengers. It wasn't my usual gig, but I'm friends with Kevin Feige and he had asked if I would do photography for the movies. It worked well as I could fit it around the work at my studio and I met the love of my life.

Due to Scarlett's work schedule, we agreed that I would carry any kids that we wanted. So, I closed up the studio when I had Noah and it's been closed ever since. This wasn't the plan though. When Noah turned one, Scarlett was supposed to slow down with her work so it would allow me to return part time. However, she was at the height of her career and was getting offers she just couldn't turn down.

At the time it wasn't the end of the world. I loved being with Noah, he was such an easy baby. Just being in his presence made me so happy. Knowing we wanted another kid. I agreed that I would wait before returning to work until our next children were one.

Once the twins were born our family felt complete. Scarlett took time off for a couple of months when they were born, and it was perfect. Just the five of us living our best life. But then more projects started again for Scarlett, and she would be away filming for all these different projects. We made the decision to stay in New York as we would be close to her family. But it meant that she was often having to go to LA or Atlanta for filming.

I love Scarlett more than anything in this world. Well, level with the kids. But I sometimes feel that she loves acting that little bit more than me. The twins are a lot more work than Noah was which has in turn caused Noah to act out as he feels like they get all the attention. I'm often enemy number one for him. Then Scarlett comes home and she's his saving grace.

I'm exhausted. I barely sleep as the twins still like to wake during the night. I then find I spend the day being a kid herder to make sure they're fed and happy. I'm hoping that once Noah starts school, it'll come a little easier. But at the moment, my time when the kids are asleep isn't spent on me, it's spent on cleaning the home, doing the laundry. I need my wife to help me.

Now you're probably thinking, don't suffer in silence. How is she supposed to know if you don't tell her. Well, I have. We had a long discussion about it before she left for her last project in Atlanta. She has promised that everything is going to change once she's home. She's going to be more present and we're going to be that happy, perfect family again.

She's due home today, and I'm excited to get back to where we were. I know the kids miss her so much whilst she's away. She's missed a lot with the twins, their first words and steps. Both happening whilst she was in Atlanta. It's almost like they're different kids to when she left.

As soon as she walks through the door, she's practically knocked off her feet as Noah runs to her, his little arms wrapping around her legs tightly. I smile as she bends down and picks him up, peppering her face with kisses. "My little prince! I've missed you so much!" She coos, holding him close. "I missed you too mommy." He responds with a big grin.

She notices me holding both twins and her eyes sparkle. I place them down on the floor and they both waddle over to her and I see tears brim her eyes at how much they have grown. "Wow! Look at my babies! You've grown so much!" She says excitedly as she bends down to scoop them up in her arms. Their giggles ring out as she peppers their faces with kisses like she had with Noah. Who was still clinging to her leg by the way.

After she's greeted the kids, she makes her way towards me and gives me a quick peck as her hands are currently full. "Hi babe. I missed you more than I can express." She shares. Looking in her eyes, I can see it's the truth. "I missed you to my love. I'll take your bags upstairs and join you in the living room." I tell her, which earns another kiss in thanks.

That evening is perfect, we spend it together as a family for the first time in a long time. The kids are so happy to have their mom home and are attached to her at every minute. I happily make us dinner so she can enjoy the love from the kids. Knowing that I'll get my chance this evening.

The excitement of having their mom home makes it easy to get the kids to sleep today. I watch with a permanent smile on my face as Scarlett says goodnight to each of them. Grateful that she's finally home.

We get into bed early ourselves and enjoy being back in each other's company. She fills me in on all the excitement of her filming and how Lizzie is planning on a visit soon to come and see the kids. Apparently, she needs some niece and nephew time.

The next few weeks are amazing. Everything is how we had planned it. Scarlett only had a couple of meetings here and there, but otherwise she was around, being the amazing mom that she is. For the first time I feel like I'm not run into the ground. Getting time with the kids, but also for myself and with my wife.

Once evening, we're sat having a glass of wine after the kids have gone to bed and I'm shocked at what comes out of Scarlett's mouth. "I want another baby." She admits, her eyes burning into me as she waits for my reaction. I choke on my wine at her comment, looking at her and seeing that she's totally serious. I take a moment to think of my response. We had talked about having three kids but didn't expect the twins. I just assumed we had finished.

"Are you ready to carry?" I ask. She had always wanted to carry for herself, but her schedule just never really enabled her to. Maybe now she's slowing down she feels like it's time. "I thought you could carry them. You've done an amazing job with them, and I love when you're pregnant." She smiles at me. "But my studio is opening back in two months. It would be bad for business if I were to close it again within the year. I thought you wanted to carry anyway." I ask her.

"I do. But with this next project taking me to the Czech Republic, it'll be difficult and I'm getting older. I'm not as young as you remember." She responds with a chuckle. "What project in the Czech Republic?" I ask her, shocked as it was the first I had heard about it. "For Jojo Rabbit. I had the meeting last week. I told you, didn't I?" She says as if I just forgot that my wife had another project away from home.

"No, you told me you were having dinner with Taika. Nothing more. But I thought you were taking a break for a while so I could get back into work." I return, not really believing that she's done this. "Can't you just postpone it? This movie is something special and I'm really excited about it." She says as if I'm not excited to finally be getting back to work. "I've already postponed it once Scarlett. When you went to New Zealand for Ghost Shell. We talked about this. It was my turn to be able to get back to work Scar." I try not to raise my voice, but the frustration is there.

"It's just three months and then I'll be home." She tries to defend. "Which is when you'll then be doing reshoots for Marvel and back in Atlanta for a month. We're not just here for you when you want us you know." I say, the frustration getting the better of me. "Excuse me?" She asks offended. "When was the last time you were home for more than a month at a time?" I question her, standing from my seat and starting to pace.

I look to her when she doesn't answer. She doesn't remember. "I love the kids more than anything Scar but they are a lot of work. The twins never sleep through the night and Noah hates that they get a lot of my attention. Which would be fine if there were two parents here to even the load but there's not." I huff and she let's out a low laugh. "Oh, come on Y/n, they're as good as gold when I'm home." She defends.

I just scoff at her assumption. "Because they miss you and want to be on their best behaviour for you. I'm always the bad guy. The one getting yelled at by Noah because I can't take him to the park because the twins have tough and tumble. I've lost count of how many times he's shouted that he hates me. Still hurts each time though." I start to ramble, all the stress and anxiety seeping out of me.

"I'm constantly exhausted, because I'm either with the kids, or cleaning up after them. I don't get time to myself. And on top of that I miss my wife. We were meant to go through the journey of having kids, together. But I've never felt more alone. My own needs and dreams always come in behind the kids and you. Starting work again was something for me. Not just something I want, but something I need. To show me that I'm more than just a mom!" I yell my rambling thoughts and I can see that they are shocking Scarlett. She's not even responding anymore.

"Do you even want to be apart of this family anymore or are we just a chore? Because as soon as you're home, it seems like you're always looking for a reason to leave." Sadness fills my voice with my last question. Tears falling down my face as I admit how I've truly been feeling.

"How could you even ask that. I love you and the kids more than I can express. You own my heart and the thought of not having you physically hurts." She defends. "But you barely have us Scarlett. A couple of weeks here or there and you're off again." I shot back, once again stunning her.

We sit in silence, just the sound of a clock ticking breaking it. I'm sat on the sofa opposite her, the physical space between us representing the gap in our relationship. "I don't know if I can keep doing this." I whisper, almost afraid to admit it. Scarlett's head snaps up at my words, fear filling her eyes. "I feel like I have given everything, and I've not got anything left." The admission rolls of my tongue without me even meaning too. "What do you mean Y/n?" She asks, panic lacing her voice as she stands and takes a seat next to me. "I have been more than accommodating for your career. I understand that you love it. But I'm asking you to love us more." I look her directly in her eyes as I speak.

"I won't let you pick work over us again." I state firmly. "What? No, Y/n. Please. You can't leave me. I love you so much. I love the kids! Please what can I do." She pleads, cupping my face as we both cry. "Put us first." I reveal. She looks at me unable to answer and it's my fear come to life. She's going to pick her work over her family.

We're interrupted when we hear little footsteps on the floor. "Hi my prince. Are you ok?" I ask, quickly wiping at my eyes and going to him. "Why is mommy crying?" He asks, pointing at Scarlett. "Did you make her cry?" He turns to me with a fierce look in his eye. "No buddy we're just..." But he doesn't me finish. "Don't make my mommy cry! You'll scare her away like you always do! I hate you!" And there it is. The words he loves to say to me these days.

I fight back the tears of pain and move towards him, but he hits my hand away. "NO!" He shouts. "Noah, please. Let me explain." I try but he shakes his head again. "NO! Why can't you be the one that goes and not mommy." His words feel like a knife to my heart. I hear a gasp from Scarlett as she walks towards us. "That is not how you talk to Mama, Noah!" She tells him off. He just stomps his foot and rushes back upstairs repeating his hatred for me as he goes.

Scarlett places a hand on my shoulder, but I shake it off. "He doesn't mean it." She speaks softly but I just scoff at her words. He does. "I can't do this. I'm going to bed. I'll take the guest room tonight." I say, not giving her time to respond before dashing upstairs and shutting myself away. I've never felt so lost, and I don't know if I'm ever going to find my way out.

Scarlett's POV:

I'm shocked at how Noah just acted with Y/n. He's always such a sweet kid. I could see how much his words hurt Y/n as the light went from her eyes. I tried to offer some comfort, but she shrugs me off. Before I know it, I'm alone in the living room with my thoughts. I've fucked up.

I've been so blinded by my love of my job that I've failed to see the damage it's doing back home. Y/n has always been so accommodating, but I've really taken advantage of that kindness and I think that I may have pushed her too far. I think I may have lost her.

I know that Y/n needs time and me rushing into her room will just start another argument. So, I decide to deal with the gremlin first. He should never talk to Y/n like that. Not that I have anyone to blame but myself. I head up to his room and find him sat pouting on his bed. I smirk a little as he looks just like Y/n in this moment. I take a seat next to him on his bed and he goes to cuddle me, but I stop him.

"We need to talk Mister." I tell him firmly. "Why did you talk to mama like that?" I question him. "She is always busy with the twins and makes you sad, so you go away." He responds. His pout still firmly on his face. "Mama isn't the reason I go away bud. I go away for work. Which means that mama is the one that is here to look after you and your sisters." I try to explain. "I wish you were here and not her." He repeats his point from earlier.

"That's not a very nice thing to say, is it? You'd be sad if mama wasn't around, wouldn't you?" I probe and he thinks for a moment. "But you would be here so I would be happy." He turns to look at me. Wow, I have really managed to make my kid hate his mama because he thinks she's the reason I'm not around. God I am so stupid. "Noah. Come on. I know that you don't want her to leave. Do you understand that what you said to her earlier hurt her and made her sad?" I ask, hoping his sympathetic natures comes through.

His eyes look to mine with worry. "I don't want her to be sad." He mumbles. "I just miss you and want to have more time to play with her when you're not here." He defends. "Oh buddy. That is all my fault. I am away too much and that is all on me not mama. And because I'm away, it means she has to work twice as hard to look after you all so doesn't always have the time to play. So, if you hate anyone it should be me." I admit. He shuffles closer to me and cuddles to my arm. "I could never hate you mommy." He comforts me. "You should never hate mama either." I say with a firm tone, making his gaze drop. "I know. I just get sad." He admits. "And that's ok. But you should never be mean to mama ok." He nods and pull him into a hug. "Tomorrow, you're going to apologise to mama, and we'll do something nice to make her feel better." I tell him and he agrees.

I tuck him back into bed and make my way back downstairs to clean up. It's not too late, but it feels it without having Y/n with me. I miss her. How ridiculous is that? She's only been gone an hour and I miss her. She's always here when I'm home. It's what I love so much.

I can't stop thinking about everything that she said. I hate that she could ever question that I don't love her or the kids more than my job. I know that's all on me, I should have made the effort to show her that more. When it comes to it, I can live without acting, but I can't live without Y/n.

I end up calling my mom and she spends most of the call scolding me. She told me how much work Y/n had done to start getting ready for the studio to reopen and how she had managed to get a few big name clients. It makes my guilt only grow. I am the worst wife.

That night I barely sleep. I spend most of it staring at the empty space beside me, replaying what Y/n had said over and over. The pain in her eyes, the question of if I still love her and want this family. By 5am I give up and start on the day. Once I'm showered and check on the kids, I head downstairs to my laptop. Trying to work out how to fix this.

When the kids start to stir, I get the twins up and sort out their breakfast. Luckily, Noah is still asleep, after his late night, so I can focus on them. Whilst they're playing on their mat, I grab my phone and call Taika. I explain that I need to drop out of the project and put my family first. He's disappointed but he does offer me one option. To take Y/n and the kids with me. That he would arrange for us to have a house near set so we can be together when I'm not filming. He said that he wouldn't look to recast until I confirmed with him if I want to take that offer or not.

This movie really did appeal to me. It's so unique and I think it would be really good fun to do. But that doesn't matter to me anymore. I would still be asking Y/n to postpone her studio opening by a month. I don't think she would go for that. I'm putting Y/n and the kids first. Like I always should have done.

When Noah gets up, we have breakfast together. Which is not a fun experience. I don't make his pancakes the right way and I gave him the wrong fruit, so we're off to a good start. I'm surprised Y/n isn't up yet, but I don't want to rush her. She deserves some time to herself. I can put up with a sulky four year old for the day. She's done it for months.

Throughout the day I realise that there is a lot I don't know about my kids, and it hurts. They have changed since I was last home, and without Y/n's subtle guidance, I'm left to fend on out of date knowledge. The only brightside is that Noah is starting to realise how much he needs his mama.

By the afternoon, all three kids are craving time with their mama. Hell, I'm craving time with my wife. I manage to get the kids somewhat settled in the living room whilst I grab my laptop once again. Maybe a family holiday would be a good place to start. We always talked about Disneyland and Y/n has always wanted to go to Hawaii. I call my mom to see if she would come as well, that way, Y/n and I could have a mini holiday ourselves. She happily agrees, saying that she will do anything to stop my stupid ass losing the best thing that ever happened to me.

By dinner, Y/n finally comes out of the guest room. I give her a big smile, but it soon drops when I see how tired she looks and the tear stains down her cheeks. Her eyes bloodshot and puffy. It makes my heart ache that this is all cause because of me. "Hi my love." I great her, to which she hums in response. She goes to head towards the kitchen, but the kids don't let her get to far. "Mama!" Izzy shouts when she sees her, holding her arms out to be hold. "Hi there my little princess." She smiles at our daughter, resting her on her hip as she goes through the motions of making herself a coffee.

I admire her as she moves around effortless, keep Izzy happy, whilst still managing to sort a drink and some food for herself. It makes my heart grow when I hear the little laughs from the baby when Y/n tickles her after she stole a raspberry from her bowl. Y/n moves into the living room and places Izzy on the mat, but she instantly moves to Y/n and is joined by Mia, both climbing up onto the sofa to be closer to their mama.

Noah, however, stays sat on the floor with his toys. "Hi Noah. Do you want to join our snuggle?" Y/n asks but Noah shakes his head. I frown when I see his reluctance after our talk last night. I see a flash of hurt cross over Y/n's face, but she quickly hides it when the twins start to ramble at her.

I quickly text my mom and ask if she could pop over to take the kids for the evening. I know it's short notice, but I need to save my marriage. It's holding on with a thread and I don't know how much longer it's going to hold. Thankfully, she agrees, restating her comment from the call earlier and I hang up just in time to see Noah, once again, reject Y/n.

Y/n sighs, getting up from the sofa and handing me Mia. Izzy now with her brother on the floor. "I need a walk." She mumbles, grabbing a coat and her phone before leaving the house. I wanted to stop her, but I also need to talk with Noah.

"Noah buddy. Why are you still being mean to mama?" I ask him. His eyes go wide and he's quickly shaking his head. "I'm not being mean!" He defends. "Yes, you are. You're ignoring her." I stay firm and his little lips trembles. "I didn't mean to! She looks sad and I felt bad cos I made her sad. She's not going to leave forever is she?" He admits before the fear of his mama leaving takes over. He burrows himself into my side for comfort. "Oh sweetie. She's not sad because of you. She's sad because of me. Your hugs would make her feel so much better! And no. She isn't going away. She's just gone for a walk." I try to reassure him. I have done a stand up job of screwing things up for my wife and our son!

I spend the time explaining to him why Y/n is feeling sad and how we both have to do our best to make her feel better. He seems to understand and is now patiently waiting for Y/n to come home. As the clock ticks on, I panic, worried that maybe she's left me. Left us. I've pushed her so far that she's gone. When mom arrives, she has to deal with me freaking out and just as I feel like I'm about to totally break down, the front door opens and Y/n walks in. I let out a sigh of relief, knowing she's come home.

"Mama! You're back!" Noah shouts as he rushes into the hallway and collides with Y/n's body. "Of course, I am buddy." She smiles, running her hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, mama." He apologises. "I don't hate you. I love you a lot." He tells her, complete honesty in his eyes. They have a moment together as Noah tells her why he was angry and that he knows it wasn't Y/n's fault.

Y/n looks at me suspiciously when she sees my mom with the kids' overnight bag but allows it when she takes the kids back to hers tonight. "I want us to be able to talk without the worry of the kids." I explain as she gets comfortable in the living room. "Do we have anything more to talk about?" She questions through a sigh. "You may not. But I do. I have a lot I need to say. I hope you'll give me the chance." I say, looking at her with pleading eyes.

When she nods, I take the seat next to her, holding her hand in mine. "I've fucked up. There is no excuse. So, all I can say is that I'm sorry and I promise that I am going to change. This family are my priority. The thought of never acting again makes me sad. But the thought of losing you or the kids makes me feel sick to my stomach. I know that I would never cope. My life wouldn't be worth living." I start off, setting out my thoughts early so she knows where I'm coming from.

"I am so sorry that I made you feel like you were going through this alone. I'm so ashamed of myself that I couldn't see the pain you were in and allowed you to continue making the sacrifices for this family when I was making none. I will stop acting and focus to being a mom and a wife so you can get back to doing what you love. I'll find another passion that accommodates both of us." I promise her. But my words seem to have the opposite effect than I had hoped. My heart stops when she starts shaking her head at me.

"Scarlett. I don't want you to stop doing something that you love. I just want you to prioritise better. To put us first. I would never ask you to quit acting. But these last few years, you've been away more than you've been with us. We just want you in our lives more. We miss you so much. Then as we get used to you being home, you're gone again." She explains.

"We have a lot to work on, but I know how important this project with Taika is for you. So, I spent this morning rearranging some of my clients so I can start once you're back." I can't believe she would do this for me. After everything I have done, she is still putting me first. "No, babe. I can't ask you to do that. I meant what I said. It's time for me to put you first and allow you to follow your dreams..." I start to ramble, but she cuts in. "It's too late. It's already done. But things need to change when you're back Scarlett. It's not fair to me or the kids." She interrupts.

"This project doesn't mean more to me than this family Y/n. I actually called Taika this morning to pull out of the project." I admit and she looks at me shocked. "Really? But you were so excited for it." She replies in shock. "But I'm more excited to support you in your work and be around with the kids more." I come back, wanting her to know that nothing is as important to me than her and our children.

She sits for a moment and looks to me. "I don't want you to resent me because you're missing out on roles that you want to do." She says shyly. I place my finger under her chin and lift it so she can look at me. "But it's ok for you to give up on your dreams instead?" I question her with a raised eyebrow. "When I married you, my dream was to have a family with you. But when we achieved that, I got greedy and wanted the best of both worlds. I never should have taken advantage of you like I did. I promise that I'll never do it to you again." It's not a baseless promise and I hope that she can see that. I think she does when she pulls me into her and holds me close, letting out breath as she does.

"I bet Taika was annoyed to lose you." She says after we've sat in silence for a while. "He understood. Scolded me a little for screwing up. Even offered for the four of you to join me and live out there whilst we film. But he gets why I made the decision I did." Her head snaps up to mine when she hears what I said. "He offered for us to live in the Czech Republic whilst you film?" She asks and I nod. "Yeah, he said he'd arrange a house close to set so I was away from you as little as possible." I reply, whilst running my hand through her hair, enjoying being this close to her again.

"We should do it." She mumbles into my shoulder. "What was that babe?" I question, not sure I heard her right. "We should do it. I've already moved my work around. Noah doesn't start school until you're back. This way you can do the project and we can readjust once we're home." She sits back to look at me as she talks, and I can see that she means what she's saying. It's not just to make me feel better. "Are you sure that's what you want? I really don't mind if I step back from this project. I don't want you to do this for me and it put us even further back." I admit.

"If I hadn't moved work around maybe I wouldn't be saying it. But it's a chance for us to live abroad. The kids would learn so much from it. Besides, you said yourself that you think this is an Oscar worthy film. Who am I to deny you that opportunity." She smiles, placing a kiss on my cheek.

"I'll only do it on one condition. Well two actually." I say, trying to be firm, but the nerves taking over. "I'm listening." She smiles. "First, we have a holiday. I was thinking Disneyland, then the two of us head to Hawaii. Mom already said she'd stay at the parks with the kids." I start off and feel more relaxed when she laughs. "Ok, and your second condition?" She pushes me to continue.

"Well, it's not really a condition. I guess a promise from my part. I'm going to step back from filming for a bit. I want to be the supportive wife you deserve. I'll only pick roles that really appeal to me. Besides, I always wanted to start my own skincare line. I can do that from here in New York and be around all the time. Being the mother and wife that I am supposed to be." I keep eye contact as I talk so she can see how genuine I'm being.

She doesn't respond. Not verbally anyway. She leans in and captures my lips in a loving kiss. One that shows me everything that I could have lost. I can't believe that I allowed my own desire to live my dream, to damage my family so much. Seeing the pain on Y/n's face is something that I never want to see again. I will do everything in my power, to make sure that I am the best I can be for this family. 

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a/n : tw reader has family issues, slight gore

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[ g. kaldo x fem reader ]

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you slam the telephone down in your office. kaldo slightly jolts from the sudden noise as he placed the daily newspaper he was reading back on the small table next to the couch. taking one quick sip of his honeyed coffee before making his remark.

" what's got you so worked up in the morning? "

" morning? it's already noon! " you scold as you turn to face him, the tears on your eyes barely noticeable.

" they should call you the angry cane, " he jokes as you slump back down on your chair.

" what are you even doing in my office? "

" just chilling, I'm free. there's really nothing for me to do here, I could go home if I wanted to but I'd feel bad for the rest working their asses off. anyways enough about me but let me guess who was on the phone! your sister right? " he had a hand on his chin before snapping his fingers together.

" yeah... "

work was your escape from the family house you grew up in. magic was everything in this world. if your magic was stronger everyone would possibly respect you right? or so you thought. growing up as the big sister and middle child of five siblings. you're bound to be compared to your older brothers. it was unfair if only your parents didn't value one gender over the other. your brothers weren't as great as you. your first brother works in the bureau of magic but you're a divine visionary, also part of the bureau of magic so why? why does your parents still expect more from you? his wife recently gave birth to his second child. your second brother, step brother, is peacefully living his life as a successful bakery owner. both your younger siblings were in high school, both in their first year, one's your biological sister and the other is your half sister or not half but step sister. you're barely 23 and yet everything feels so far apart.

" so incompetent. " you mumbled as kaldo tilts his head.

" why? " you can't help but whisper as tears starts to prick your eyes. kaldo stays silent.

" I'm a divine visionary yet what more can she expect from me? I've done everything I can to be the best... I've even slayed that one dragon beast, earning a title... I've saved countless of people. so why? " you can't help but bawl your eyes out. kaldo gets up from the couch as he approaches you, rubbing slow circles on your back.

" you're more than the best, they don't say it but if they're not proud of you then I am. nothing can change that. I think you're incredible. " he says, calming you down.

you left the house and had been living by yourself ever since high school up till now. you don't have a reason for being in a place that haunts you for not being better than your older brothers. your sister called you earlier, inviting you to the family's dinner party tonight.

" kaldo... come with me to my family's dinner tonight, " you look up at him.

" your step mother will be there? " hearing those words, you can't help but glare at him. your real mother had been dead since your sister was born. that step mother of yours, doesn't even look one bit like you! isn't it obvious she's not your real mother. kaldo did visit your family house once, all the portraits of your real mother were replaced by her face. there's barely any family photos hung on the walls either.

" yeah. " you spat as he smiles.

" am I coming as your co-worker, best friend or potential lover maybe husband even? " you blush at his words.

" c-c-co-worker! "

after work, you and kaldo made your way to the family house. not bothering to change out of your work clothes. nervousness didn't bother to eat you. you felt oddly confident, having kaldo with you. if there's bloodshed today, you're certain it'll be your victory. kaldo feels happy he's going in the house again. he talked to the others about visiting the grand family house and no one was surprised he finally managed to visit it. everyone having gone in once as well but this second visit will make him special! if only he knew the madl family was a close partner to your family's. that means orter and his brother used to come over frequently to play. he didn't know that, of course.

" welcome home. " the house butler greets you, surprised to see you bringing a plus one, a male too.

" good to see you Mr butler, " he smiles at the nickname you've given him, barely remembering the last he heard you calling him that. he takes your coat and kaldo's as he hung it on the rack, near the entrance doors. before walking you to the dinning table.

everyone was quiet for a moment, taking in your appearance and the man next to you. your father sat at the end of the table, your step mother next to him and your first brother on his other side. everyone has taken their seats and the vacant ones were the one directly facing your father, the seat next to it or the two seats next to your step mother.

kaldo pats your shoulder. you take this as a sign to sit. you took the seat directly infront of your father as kaldo sits next to you, next to him was your sister.

everyone starts to eat, the table was quiet. you were surprised how kaldo didn't say anything. the food was a distraction, how you miss the cooking of the house. truth be told, the only good parts to living here was the workers who serve the family. your father clears his throat as the attention shifted to him.

" when are you, y/n going to get married? " he questions as everyone turns to look at you. you drop your fork on the plate as a surprise to the question.

" isnt it obvious, she's dating the guy next to her? " your step brother jokes as you cast a spell controlling his shadow to slightly tug at his leg, making him hit the table. all the plates, glasses and bowls clanks to the movement.

" orter madl would've been the best one for her to marry, " your first brother chimes in. his wife next to him, nods.

" big brother i want to marry him, don't say that! " your step sister says as she slams her hand on the table.

" ew, I doubt he'll even bat an eye at you. remember when he came over to watch the divine visionary candidate test, he said you were incompetent and far from his type. don't try your luck, " you can't help but laugh at what your sister said. everyone turning back to you.

" sorry, but orter would rather stab himself than be with you. " you wipe the tears from your eyes as kaldo smiles.

" anyways, I can't see myself with orter. we're best friends and I wouldn't want to be in an arranged marriage with someone who didn't get the freedom to pick who they'll marry. especially one just to tie the family together. " you finish the sentence as you look directly at your father.

" well we didn't say you'll be in one, marrying the orter madl gives you some sort of high title. you should take it, " your step mother says.

" I'll be fine. besides kaldo here, will be my life long partner. " hearing you say that, got kaldo grinning from ear to ear.

" that man, doesn't look like kaldo gehenna. " your step brother says matter of fact. " maybe you've casted a spell to make some other guy look like him and then brought the man over. "

" that's a pity, if it's true! Hahaha, " your step sister laughs.

" be quiet, is it true? you, kaldo gehenna will marry y/n? " your father says, turning to look at the man.

his eyes open, smiling at him as he says, " yes, and insulting me won't go unnoticed. you shall receive punishment for that. I could get you expelled from easton academy and I can burn down your precious bakery. "

" don't do that, say something! y/n! " your step mother shouts as she slams her hands on the table, dropping down a glass next to the floor.

" shut up, this is beyond my control and why should I control the actions of my beloved? " you question as this bubbles up her anger. she summon her wand, casting a spell to pick up a broken glass to throw it as you. it cut your cheek, you felt the blood run down. you stand up from your seat.

out of anger, you threw the glass next to you at your father. aiming for the wall behind him, he was unfazed. everyone looked at you. have you gone crazy? that's the man who created you with your late mother. the man who spends money on you, lets you live in his house.

" y/n, sit. " your father ordered as you stand, not moving an inch.

" no, thanks for dinner. I'm sorry dear sister. I can't stay for long and if I could, I would have done so long ago. you know I'm strong. I've defeated countless of monsters, that doesn't change the fact I can take the life of humans too. " your step family, shudders at the thought. a cold blooded bloodbath with them? maybe together with your father and big brother too. you turn your back against them. kaldo stands and places a hand over your back.

" she'll be in good hands, family in law. "

" who said anything about letting you into this family? your father work hard raising you and all you do is act like a brat. you're all bark and no bites! if only you were like your big brother. " your step mother shouts as she stands from her seat.

" bark and no bites? " a shadow came over her neck, holding her up slightly away from the ground.

"h-h-help me dear, " she calls for your father as she tries to grab his shoulder.

" drop it, y/n. " your father says.

" yeah, stop it, " your big brother speaks.

the shadow disappeared, dropping her to the ground. she wraps one hand over the place where the shadow was at, little did she realise there was a burnt imprinted left.

" are you sure, you still want to marry that mad witch? she nearly took her mother's life! " your step brother says, as both the step siblings rushed to their mother's side.

" she's not my mother. " you mumbled out loud.

" I don't care, what she does. even if her hands are bloodied. even if she'll kill me. she's mine and I'll still love her. " kaldo takes your hand to plant a kiss, turning over to look at them all.

" let's go, " you say to kaldo as you both took your leave.

walking around the now empty streets, it was already late into the night. you didn't feel one bit of guilt, the glass cut healed immediately after you left. you held kaldos hand eversince you left the house. he didn't want to let go and wished you didn't pull away. now, standing on a bridge. the soft water noises, wind blowing, prettily lit starry sky. you can't help but be drawn to those.

" sorry, " you apologise as kaldo stands closer to you, shoulder to shoulder touching.

" that was a hell of a dinner huh? " you start, sighing. if your real mother was still around. she'll definitely embrace you like she always did.

" don't be sorry, I'd kill too if I had to keep up with all of that till I'm finally free from those horrors. she hates you because you look so much like your mother, " he places his other hand to your cheek. stroking it slow and tenderly.

" no I mean, sorry for making it seem like we'll marry. unless you really want to, " you placed both hands over your mouth.

" HUH!? so you don't intend to be my lifelong partner? were you going to marry orter and prove them right? " he babbles as you laugh, putting your hands by your side.

" I really love you, kaldo gehenna. " you confessed, his eyes shot open and his eyes met yours, so full of love and adoration.

you lean close, nose brushing against his as you shut your eyes and give him a kiss to his lips. you feel his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer.

pulling apart, to catch your breath. you don't fail to notice his silghtly red face and the soft smile that doesn't seem to go away.

" I promise to be your sword and shield. I vow to be yours. I love you so much, " he takes your hand to his lips, placing a kiss as he drags you along.

" say, if we're together. can we skip the dating parts and just get married? " he says as you can see your house draw closer.

" yeah let's just get married, we've already known each other quite long too. "

" great, the wedding will be next week then! " he cheers as you unlock the doors of your house. you gave him a soft smile as you gave him one last kiss to the cheek before bidding him goodbye and a get home safely.

kaldo couldn't sleep that night, he was over the moon. the girl of his dreams finally said yes to him and had felt the same way as he. he couldn't help but call ryoh that night, gossiping the night away. ryoh too, was so happy for the man but gods he wished he'd shut up. he was tired from work and was looking forward to cuddling the night away with his wife.

" please free me. I have a wife to attend to, " ryoh mumbles out loud, catching the flame cane off guard.

" my, its so late well see you tomorrow and thank you for lending me a listening ear, goodnight ryoh. " he hangs up momentarily, forcing himself to sleep.

the next day as he walked to your office, he heard yours and orter's voices. he decides to wait by the door as he eavesdrop on the conversation.

" after the dinner, your sister called me. she said it was a disaster and they were expecting you'd marry me but you chose kaldo? " orter was leaning on the door, arms crossed after the other as you sat by your desk.

" you wouldn't want to marry me either. besides I just can't imagine you as the father of my children. I want a guy who knows how to wow his kids! " you laugh at the idea of kaldo being the fun parent.

" i see, you're all grown up now. well if there's anything I can help you with, let me know. I might even babysit them once or twice. " he offers, pushing his glasses up his face, not failing to notice the smile on your face.

" what a great best friend you are! do you want a hug? " you beamed as orter pushes himself off the wall. remembering the last time you gave him a hug, it was bone crushing. you managed to manipulate and manifest his shadow into 3d! making that give him a hug.

" no, " he opens the door as kaldo pretends he's just got there.

" get back to work, don't just flirt with her all day. " orter scolds as kaldo sighs, handling him the coffee he prepared for you. he'll just come back with a better and sweeter batch for you he thinks as he walks away dreadfully. he hears you laugh as he walks away, making a smile crawl up his face.

#sakumz.pdf #mashle x reader #kaldo x reader #kaldo gehenna x reader #mashle kaldo x reader

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2023 Fall Anime

This is honestly a loaded season full of new shows based on relatively new manga. Lots to look forward to

Spy x Family - Season 2 One of the most fun SJ series that have come out in a while. Season 1 was killer, high hopes for season 2.

Goblin Slayer 2 I didn't realize they were even making a second season. This was such a killer series. I'm really hoping they don't fall into the many mid-tier fantasy tropes out there in anime right now. I thought the appeal of the show was really Goblin Slayer himself and less about the lackeys along the way. So we'll see how it goes.

Frieren: Beyond Journey's End This is definitely one of my highly anticipated series. It's about an elf who was part of the Hero's party and her life after he dies. (Since elves live longer) Definitely a darker take on fantasy but has some really solid fantasy and adventure vibes.

Rising of the Shield Hero - Season 3 Season 2 was pretty disappointing and slow. While this looks like it'll be more fast paced, it does look like a tournament arc of sorts. I know some aren't a fan of that kind of arc, but honestly I think it's exactly what this series needs to pick things up again. We'll see.

The Faraway Paladin - Season 2 This was legitimately one of my favourite fantasy series. I thought it was really well written and didn't rush things like other series. I'm looking forward to this season.

Sequels/Continuations: Eminence in Shadow - Season 2 killer series with an anti-hero main character. Definitely worth checking out. After-School Hanako-Kun Hanako-kun spin off Dr. Stone Season 3 - Part 2 One of the best novel concept series with nothing else in it's genre to compare to. Definitely didn't drop the ball on the recent seasons and still worth watching. Dead Mount Death Play - Part 2 One that I didn't particularly enjoy, but has a decent sized manga following. Tokyo Revengers - Tenjiku Arc The continuation of the series. Might be just me but it feels like the series fell off after the first season. The Saint's Magic Power is Omnipotent - Season 2 A more mature take on fantasy isekai that just started to get into romance at the end of last season. A solid combo of shoujo genres. The Ancient Magus' Bride - Season 2 Part 2 One that I haven't had a change to check out yet but have only heard good things about. Hypnosismic - Season 2 a weirdly addictive musical/rap series. Unique characters and honestly solid rap battles. One I'll be enjoying. -- Related - Paradox Live - Music battle with what looks to be the same style of animation and solid character design. Definitely worth looking at if you're a fan of Hypmic. The Seven Deadly Sins: Four Knights of the Apocalypse A sequel of SDS. Looks like it could be a fun watch for the fans of the series. New:

Shangri La Frontier A new manga fantasy series. This may be a horrible way to describe but it is what it is - a new age SAO- full dive fantasy game. A gamer who only plays shit games, gets into a new massively popular MMORPG and is op. One that I'm excited for because it ticks all the fantasy game boxes I like.

Undead Unluck A relatively new manga series that gained a lot of traction in the last year or two. A gory action comedy that's super chaotic and a lot of fun.

Shy Brand new hero manga series about a shy girl and her anxieties and struggles going into the hero world who grows and gains confidence as she becomes a better hero.

Ron Kamonohashi's Forbidden Deductions This is a manga series that I have kept forgetting the name of so never got a chance to read but all the covers for the manga look phenomenal. Likely the anime doesn't do him justice but it is what it is. Essentially sherlock in anime form. A PI with issues and the wholesome police detective work together to solve crime. Other New Series: Green - Fantasy Pink - Romance Red - Action Purple - Drama The Kingdoms of Ruins A world where witches were hunted down by humans as science surpassed magic. A kid who was raised by a witch swears revenge on mankind. This honestly looks solid. The animations are very cool looking and the mc seems to be an anti-hero. Will be looking at this one. Under Ninja A well known manga series about modern ninjas. Definitely a unique series for this season. The Apothecary Diaries A historical medical mystery show. I've heard the name before and I've also only heard good things. Will be worth a watch. A Girl & Her Guard Dog The granddaughter of a crime syndicate goes to highschool out of town and the current young boss lies his way into the same school. Would be cute romance if it weren't for the fact she's 15 and he's 26.. Butareba - The Story of a Man Turned into a Pig What the title says. A girl finds him and the story goes from there. I'm Giving the Disgraced Noble Lady I Rescued a Crash Course in Naughtiness The usual light novel title. Honestly, doesn't seem as yikes as I initially thought, might just be harmless breaking the rules kinda thing. Could be fun, also a Capybara that strikes fear into people's hearts. My Daughter Left the Nest and Returned an S-Rank Adventurer Looks like a wholesome series where an adventurer finds a baby, raises it and she becomes so strong she's busy working all the time. Just a cute father daughter relationship in a fantasy setting about her wanting to come take time to see him but being caught up in OP fantasy battles. Ragna Crimson Dragons vs Humanity - a human and a dragon team up to destroy all the dragons. Action fantasy series. Berserk of Gluttony I honestly added this because I thought it was hilarious. Looks like a combo of knock offs - the Gluttony skill from Tensura (reincarnated as a slime) and the mc being called Fate with the main girl who looks exactly like Sabre. I'll be skipping but its' here so you know.

#anime #new anime #anime recommendation #2023 anime #2023 fall anime #goblin slayer #frieren #sousou no frieren #the rising of shield hero #the faraway paladin #hypnosis mic #undead unluck #ragna crimson #shy #shy anime #the eminence in shadow #shangri la frontier #dr. stone #tokyo revengers #the saint's magic power is omnipotent #dead mount death play #the ancient magus bride #the kingdoms of ruin #the apothecary diaries #spy x family #ron kamonohashi #ron kamonohashi's forbidden deductions #paradox live #under ninja

[miinatozakiii]

this one's for you

yoo jeongyeon x fem!reader ; fluff (highschool au)

synopsis: yoo jeongyeon can shoot a basketball pretty well--just not when you're near.

wc: 7.6k

warnings: cursing ; jeongyeon is an idiot ; not proofread well oops

a/n: been working on this for a bit, hope you all enjoy this brain rotting fluff :-)

also there might be a good amount of mistakes because i got tired and gave up on proof reading :-/

-

yoo jeongyeon shoots her shot and almost always makes it.

the 5'6, dark-haired, cocky, and well-known shooting guard is arguably the best on the team, everyone knows it.

though yoo jeongyeon lacks some height for a star player on the court, her skills make up for all of it.

each and every pass made is precise, no matter how far she is. every time she would dribble, those who would watch would be in awe at how quick she was on her feet and how quickly the tips of her fingers were able to shift the ball from one side to another. her shots are the star of the show—each time she makes one, there's a ninety percent chance that it'll make the infamous swish—which makes the whole crowd lose their minds.

most girls eye her, most girls want her; yoo jeongyeon could pull almost anyone she wanted, but you were a different case.

-

"who's that?" the shooting guard perks her head up, narrowing her eyes at the unfamiliar second-year who had just passed by. you hadn't shifted your gaze in the slightest; you didn't bat an eye at jeongyeon or even acknowledge her.

jihyo rolls her eyes at the hopeless lesbian next to her who now looks at jihyo through her clear glass frames, desperate for an answer.

"that's myoui's cousin or something, she transferred here last week." jihyo answers.

"she's hot." jeongyeon says, still staring at you as you converse with mina. jeongyeon looks at you with heart eyes, "i'm gonna ask her out." she adds, determined. jihyo rolls her eyes once more.

jeongyeon gapes at you, she notes that your style is a more casual version of mina's. the gray sweatshirt that you wear fits loosely around your figure, and the navy sweatpants fit the same around your legs too. the shoes you wear are for lounging, something comfy—jeongyeon thinks they're some type of clog. the dark-haired basketball player notes that you're just barely taller than mina, maybe two or three centimeters taller than the school's ballet star, but not taller than yoo herself. she's into shorter girls; you're perfect.

you and mina have similar features: sharp jawlines, similar beauty marks/moles, hair, etc. though, you have some sharper features, and god... the thought of your eyes and lips might have her slipping up during practice.

the girl jeongyeon had been eyeing turns and makes eye contact with her for a split second. you slow down time during that split second, it seems as if ten have passed by before you turn back to your cousin. jeongyeon wishes that moment could've lasted an hour.

"you're being weird, i hate it." jihyo sighs.

"i need to know her name."

"didn't you bicker with myoui a lot? like hell she'd let you go near her cousin."

"we're 17, i'm not letting that smartass tell me who i can and can't date."

"whatever. stop being so gay it's disgusting and i hate you." jihyo groans, "and, class starts soon. let's go."

"you just want to see minatozaki you aren't any different from-"

jihyo pinches the hooper's ears, which makes the taller girl whine in discomfort. jihyo just sighs, "and we will see minatozaki whether you like it or not."

"why can you be gay but not me?"

"because i can. life is not fair, yoo."

jeongyeon groans.

-

jeongyeon almost collapses when she sees you walk through the door, jihyo rolls her eyes again and thinks that her eyes might fall out by the end of the day if you continue to be within jeongyeon's field of vision.

the class quiets down and mr. choi pushes his glasses up, then brushes his flat hair back with his fingers.

"listen, you're all old enough so i'll make this short. we have a new student, her name is myoui y/n. treat her with the same respect as you would with your other peers, and please make her feel welcome." he introduces.

"hi. i'm y/n, it's nice to meet you all." you greet, and your voice is like liquid gold, dripping with warmth and sweetness—jeongyeon wants a taste.

"jihyo i need her so bad."

"get a grip." park scolds, "you're gonna make me go insane by the end of the day."

you nod your head and smile awkwardly, making your way over to the empty seat next to the window; the desk is a seat up and to the left. you're sitting close enough for jeongyeon to admire the side of your face instead of paying attention in class.

jihyo's going to be in a deathbed by the end of the year—or month.

-

lunch is in session, you sit with mina and her friends: tzuyu, chaeyoung, and dahyun. the two shorter ones seem eager to get to know you, asking you all sorts of questions and comparing their schedules with yours. mina informs you that this is how they usually are, tzuyu snickers at their enthusiasm.

as lunch goes on, your gaze shifts over to a short, dark-haired girl with clear frames. she's talking to some girl with this particularly apparent bob, and another girl who's laughing so hard you can see the two bunny-like front teeth from the way she lights up. you also recognize the two other girls with longer hair: sana and momo—some of mina's other friends.

the girl with the glasses makes eye contact with you for a moment, and she smiles at you immediately, even adding a wink. nervousness washed over you like an uninviting wave, and you respond by redirecting your attention to your cousin who sits in front of you.

mina quirks a brow when your focus is suddenly drawn to an empty spot on the lunch table, curious at the sudden change in expression.

your cousin turns her head toward what, or who you were looking at.

"y/n,"

uh oh.

"yeah?"

"were you checking out yoo?" mina presses. her tone makes it seem like she has a dagger to your throat.

"what are you talking about?" your attempt at innocence fails.

"don't act stupid." mina sighs. "she's trouble, i've had too many bad encounters with her. i don't want you having any similar experiences with her either."

chaeyoung snickers at mina, "mina's just mad because yoo accdientally spilled milk on her once, and made her drop all her shit on the floor." chaeyoung explains, amused—it makes your cousin shoot a glare that has the shortest of the table shrinking in her seat.

you giggle to yourself and it calms the tension from the now moody mina; the thought of her having milk spilt all over is pretty entertaining.

"just watch out okay? she's just... i don't know, be careful with her she's kind of strange and might be trouble; and her low iq might rub off on you." mina groans.

you laugh at her words—yoo jeongyeon seems interesting.

-

yoo jeongyeon seems to have bad luck with the myoui family.

two weeks after you catch her eye, you're in the gym helping out the student council by putting posters up with chaeyoung. the shorter girl had convinced you that it would be fun, and she practically begged you to since everyone else was busy.

the tape that you had on the tip of your finger was taken off your skin to put on the edge of a large, white poster for the student council. you're busy holding the other side of the paper for chaeyoung while she grabs some more tape rolls since you had run out, so your attention was focused on the phone in your hands as you waited.

the last thing you had heard was "watch out!"

but it was too late.

it all happened so quickly, but you remembered everything.

the basketball hits you in the head and the force from it even has you making contact with the wall beside you. the pain is sharp and has you falling to the ground, clutching your head as your eyes water.

there are a couple of gasps and you even hear a muffled "jeongyeon!" while your eyes are shut.

a few seconds after the collision, you feel a hand on your shoulder and a rushed sequence of words.

"oh my god are you okay? fuck... i'm so sorry, how many fingers am i holding up? can you see?" jeongyeon asks, worried and filled with guilt. the shooting guard had made a quick, sharp pass—which would've been great in an actual game, but the timing was terrible and it just had to hit you.

"could you not-" you start, but you clutch your aching head at the sudden pain that hits you. "fuck," you groan, "could you watch it next time?"

"i'm sorry, really. i didn't mean to, it was an accident-"

you're in a terrible mood now (the myoui cousins seem to have moodswings in common,) and you're even more agitated from the overwhelming amount of words and apologies from jeongyeon.

"accidents can hurt, you know." you grumble, glaring at her with a hand still on your head.

jeongyeon winces, feeling like she'd just embarrassed herself in front of the one girl she's been eyeing.

"sorry, let me take you to the nurse." the shooting guard says, offering a hand—which you take with irritation.

-

"i'm jeongyeon by the way, i think we have biology together." she says, trying to break the awkward silence that stretches while you two walk down the hall.

you turn to her with an intimidating gaze, it's scary and has jeongyeon avoiding eye contact. as much as you'd like to spark a conversation with her, your skull hurts and the more you listen to her voice makes you ache more.

"you're myoui's cousin, right?"

"why do you ask?"

"um, just curious."

"i heard you spilled milk on her too." and you almost giggle, "you're not good with first impressions, huh?"

you notice jeongyeons slightly flustered demeanor and despite your irritation, you find yourself intrigued at this new facade. it's almost cute, almost.

-

"it's just a little bump, it'll probably be a bruise though." ms. lee explains casually, "at least it's not a concussion—some ice should help with the swelling."

you grumble as you accept the ice pack. "thanks."

ms. lee smiles at you then nods, "let me know if it troubles you anymore."

you nod back.

when you get up and turn towards the door, you notice jeongyeon leaning against the frame of it. she leans awkwardly against the door, looks like guilt painted her expression—almost like a somber portrait—it’s like each brushstroke reminded her of the stupid slip-up from earlier.

her face softens before she apologizes again. "i'm really sorry y/n."

"you better be." you respond. "my head feels like it got in a fight with your basketball."

jeongyeon tries to hide the small smile that tugs at her lips, she knows she shouldn't be amused, especially after giving you that noticeable bump and dark red mark—but your pout and adorable expression do not help. the tinge of annoyance in your voice was even cuter.

the smile fights back against jeongyeon and it's visible on her face now. "if it helps, i think you look lovely with that bump on your forehead."

"are you trying to flirt with the girl you nearly concussed?" you respond in disbelief, but a (very soft) blush creeps up your cheeks from the unexpected compliment.

"can't help it when you look like that." jeongyeon smiles, and her attempt at easing the tension works (to her surprise.)

as much as you want to argue and be stubborn with her, you're too busy fighting back that smile from seeing that stupid smirk on her lips and hearing her teasing tone.

"you're unbelievable."

you think jeongyeon is an idiot, a stupid idiot with a stupidly annoying (and particularly lovely) face.

-

you find out that jeongyeon is certainly an idiot.

a month after that painful encounter with the shooting guard, you're pulled aside by your biology teacher after class. it's frightening, you wonder if you had done something wrong and it makes your thumb scratch at the side of your fingers.

"did i do anything wrong mr. choi?" you ask worriedly, since it's been what, almost three months? since you've even been at this new school, and you're not trying to ruin your reputation this early into your transfer.

mr. choi simply shakes his head, still facing the laptop in front of him—his dark hair stays slicked in place as he does so.

"not at all; actually, i called you here because you're one of my best students, really." he explains, turning to face you. "you've been here for only a bit, but your grades are at the top of the class."

the worry that had been sitting on your shoulders brushes off—you let out a sigh of relief.

"i see, thank you." you respond, "so what did you need?"

"since you're so proficient in this class, i wanted to ask if you were willing to tutor one of the students thats," he pauses, his shoulders seem to sink just barely. "-not so knowledgeable."

mr. choi uses the word "ask," but it sounds more like a demand, almost as if you couldn't say no despite the softness of his deep voice. you tilt your head and look at him with creased brows.

"um, okay?"

he sighs, pushing his black glasses up.

"it's yoo, she's been... slacking."

oh.

"and you want me to... tutor her?"

"please." mr. choi sighs. he leans back in his seat and starts pinching the bridge of his nose, disappointment etched lines on his face. "she's one of the most significant players on the basketball team, and they're pretty deep into the season."

"and that has to do with what?" you question, thinking about your distressing experience with basketballs.

"if she continues to perform so poorly in this class, she'll be benched from the team."

"mr. choi, i get that you want to help one of your students, but i have my own things to do and i need that free time to-"

"y/n," he starts, "i'm the assistant coach, you know. she's not just a student, but she's also one of my players."

the expression that flickers across your face is one of surprise—he did not look like the type to coach in his free time, maybe one to do crosswords or something like that—but coaching girl's basketball? crazy.

"mr. choi, i get that you know, she's an important player and whatnot but how would this benefit me?"

"it'll look really good on your record and also, i'll give you service hours for it, even double. to add onto that, i can write a damn good recommendation letter for when you need it."

shit that's a good deal.

you think to yourself for a moment; do you really want to tutor that idiot?

another sigh leaves your lips.

"okay."

"great, i've already told jeongyeon that you'd do it anyway. i told her to meet you in the library afterschool." he smiles, the lost hope seems to return to his eyes and his shoulders lift back. you look at him in disbelief.

"what?"

-

you walk into the library with a groan.

as you scan the room, you notice a few students who occupy tables and chat with each other, some even pass around notebooks, and some laugh with one another. some students are browsing through the library, you spot that smart kid hyunseok from your math class in the science fiction section.

your gaze lands on a familiar classmate, the same one who had nearly concussed you.

jeongyeon sits back in the chair, leaning back—almost lounging in her seat. she has her head angled down and it's evident that she's on her phone. in front of her there are some papers, a folder, and a light blue notebook; you wonder if there's even anything knowledgeable written in it.

when you set your bag down on one of the four chairs at the table, jeongyeon looks up at you and turns off her phone. a small grin spreads across her face once her; the mischievous curve of her lips altered her face into a playful canvas of delight. she looks more than happy to see you.

"y/n!" she beams with optimism.

"jeongyeon." you sigh, rolling your eyes.

"i'm glad i have such a pretty tutor." she says, resting her chin on her palm. she's already flirting, you think to youself (but you can't lie, the compliment catches you off guard and almost makes you grin.)

"i'm not here so you can flirt with me for an hour," you say sternly, "i would be home right now, but mr. choi is making me help you out so you can throw basketballs around."

"hey, the more i practice the less chance of hitting you again?" jeongyeon tries—you narrow your eyes and jeongyeon sinks in her seat like a sad puppy who had just been denied a treat.

-

session one of many goes well to your surprise.

it takes a moment for jeongyeon to actually focus, and it takes a few reminders that she's here to study and not stare at your face for an hour—you'd never admit it but fuck it had you flustered that she had heart eyes for you, so you had to keep her in check just for the sake of yourself.

jeongyeon is surprisingly competent once she had locked in for a bit. you were baffled that she even asked questions, that she tried to learn—but i mean, she had to if she wanted to continue to make spectators scream from the swish of a net.

"that's it for the first part of unit three, is there anything else that you wanted to know?"

"are you single?"she asks--you look at her blankly. jeongyeon just smiles at you with puppy eyes, theres a hint of mischief in her look too.

"review what we learned, we have a couple weeks before the unit test." you sigh, putting your papers in your bag and zipping it up. "let's meet every tuesday and thursday, okay?"

"whatever you say myoui." she adds with a wink, picking up the heavy-looking bag with ease (it almost impresses you.)

the two of you walk in the same direction towards the exit of the library, and jeongyeon decides to make one last little remark.

"you never answered my question."

"it's not biology related."

"you're no fun." jeongyeon says, pouting as she holds onto the strap of her backpack.

you smile without realizing it and curse yourself out mentally—jeongyeon seems to have warmed up to you. you roll your eyes at her and scoff playfully, turning around and walking towards the main entrance.

"see you thursday y/n!" the basketball player says all cheery.

you don't fight back the grin that spreads across your face.

-

session three.

it's similar to last time, though jeongyeon is much more focused. her eyes seemed to narrow like a camera lense zooming in on something as you explained a certain concept or pulled out some sort of diagram. she listened attentively to whatever vocabulary you were defining, she even took highlighted (but messy) notes.

every now and then your eyes would land on her concentrated expression as she took notes, and the way she stuck her tongue out while writing a small note down was something that threatened your lips to curve up a bit.

jeongyeon looks up at one point and you two make eye contact—you quickly look away when it happens—your heart skips a beat.

"do you have anything you want me to clarify?" you ask at the end of the session. jeongyeon skims through her notes and shakes her head,

"no, i don't think so."

"you sure? the quiz is next monday."

"yeah, i think i get it. i'll look through the notes if i forget anything."

"okay." you reply, and jeongyeon beams at you with pinched eyes and a toothy smile—it's contagious and you smile back bashfully.

-

session four.

for the first time since your sessions started, you're at the library first.

there's an empty spot across from you, no stupidly flirtatious shooting guard to light up when you're in her field of vision, no flattering comments—just the two unoccupied seats in front of you. the though of jeongyeon ditching you crosses your mind, and it hurts your heart a bit—you have no clue why.

a few moments later you hear someone shouting your name from across the library.

"y/n! y/n! holy shit look!" jeongyeon says, rushing over with a paper in her hand.

the librarian glares at the basketball player and puts a finger to her lips, shushing her aggressively. it makes you laugh.

jeongyeon slams the paper down on the desk and her toothy-grin is like a beacon of light that almost blinds your eyes—you'd stare at it until your vision goes all hazy. she pushes the paper towards you and you eye her with a brow raised.

"what's this?" you say.

"just look." she says proudly. a small laugh escapes you and you scan the paper and look at her name written in messy handwriting, and on the paper it has a score that makes your eyes widen—you have to hold the paper closer to your face because you're in disbelief.

"a b+? jeongyeon oh my god-"

"i know right! choi even pulled me aside to congratulate me, he was proud of my work." she says, "but, he told me i have to keep it up and do well on the next homework assignments, quizzes, and tests before i can get more than thirty minutes of playing time." she frowns, her shoulders slump a little as she fixes herself in the seat across from you.

"you didn't think he'd let you off the hook that easily did you?" you scoff at her naivety, "he's not that easy-going."

"whatever whatever. anyway, he said that you did a good job teaching me." jeongyeon adds, "thanks y/n."

you smile at the comment and look up to her smiling ear to ear.

"thanks jeongyeon." you reply, "i'm proud of you i guess." and jeongyeon laughs at your response.

"you have a pretty smile, i wish you'd smile around me more."

your heart almost jumps out your chest when she says that, there's a warmth that spreads throughout your whole body and you feel flustered all of the sudden. jeongyeon smirks at your reaction.

"let's, uh, let's study for the test." you mumble, trying to compose yourself and steer the conversation away because you don't know if you can handle anymore of her compliments. "we have a test next class, so pay attention."

"whatever you say."

-

three more sessions pass, it's your seventh one with the flirty basketball player now.

her grade went from a c- to a b+ pretty quickly—all thanks to you.

the more sessions you have with her, the more jeongyeon seems to get through your stubborn facade, and she warms up to you, even sparking conversation that's not about biology here and there.

the more you spend time with her, the more you realize that shit, she's really fucking cute.

it starts off as a small thought, something in the back of your mind. Jeongyeon’s focus on you was felt distinctly alarming the more you realized how attractive she was—it almost had you fumbling over your words when you would explain certain terms and processes to her.

jeongyeon has this sparkle in her eyes whenever you ask her a question and she gets it right—it's adorable. she has these cute brown eyes that were like two adorable puppies, brimming with warmth and eagerness. (everything about jeongyeon reminded you of puppies, from her playful curiosity to her stupidly cute face.) not only that, but when she was around your worries seemed to fade and the atmosphere was comforting; it made you feel all tender and fuzzy inside.

there's a flare of pink on your face when she came back to you with a paper in her hand, the homework marked with the big red letter "a" that made her grin so proudly. at this point you realized that you were tutoring her not only for choi's little deal, but also to see her face after doing well in the class.

fuck.

-

"y/n."

"hm?"

"you've never answered my question." jeongyeon mutters. her eyes don't leave the notebook that she writes on, she's focused on the words that fill the page as she goes alon gwith her pencil.

"what question?" you ask, looking at her while you fiddle with a pencil.

"you know," she begins, her tone hints that she's plotting something—it has you on the edge of your seat. "you never answered me when i asked if you were single." she says, looking back up at you with a hint of hope in her eyes. a lump forms in your throat.

"i," you pause, avoiding her eyes that drill into your skull, eyes filled with curiousity, she needed an answer. "yeah."

jeongyeon smirks at your response, now she starts to resemble a sly fox with the cheeky expression that's carved into her features.

"can we make a deal?"

you stop fidgeting with your pencil and nod hesitantly.

"if i get an a on the next homework assignment, quiz, and test; will you go out with me?"

the question takes you by surprise and you feel your body go hot, you freeze in your place. jeongyeon smiles at you knowing that she's earned the unbeatable sight of your rosy cheeks, she tilts her head while waiting for a response. you bite your lip in an attempt to suppress the way your lips start to curve up, but jeongyeon notices anyway.

"so?"

"alright." you respond shyly, looking down at the desk to prevent yourself from growing even more flustered in front of the idiot that sits before you. "all a's, nothing less."

the shooting guard isn't focused on acing the class for choi's approval anymore, she's determined to take on thsi new academic challenge since you're the prize.

-

"mina, can i ask you something?" momo questions. mina hums in response without taking her eyes off the laptop in front of her, typing away but paying attention to what her friend wants to say.

"your cousin..." momo starts, "is she dating jeongyeon?"

mina takes her eyes off the laptop and her jaw widens slightly as she eyes momo.

"what?"

"god jeongyeon's been gushing about her so much, seems like they're dating."

dating?

"y/n has only ever told me about tutoring her, and she seemed annoyed about it."

"really? i saw them in the library last week and they seemed to be talking about something together; y/n looked pretty content." momo responds, a hint of smirk in her voice. mina looks at her dumbfounded, she knew you had been tutoring jeongyeon—but looking pleased around her? even after she knew how your first encounter with the basketball player had went? impossible.

"huh." mina mumbles. momo looks at the girl amused, laughing lightly at her simple response.

"even if they're not dating, y/n has jeongyeon under a spell, i swear." momo sighs, shaking her head. "jeongyeon skipped the past lunch to study." momo explains, even raising her brow to emphasize her own disbelief. she shakes her head and takes a sip from the cup of coffee in front of her, "i mean, at least jeongyeon is studious now? whatever your cousin is doing it's working."

"hm." mina hums, puzzled.

-

mina comes over for dinner and you're a little confused as to why, but she's your cousin so does it really matter?

you find out her true intentions once you two settle in your room.

mina's sitting on your office chair, spinning herself side to side by moving her foot against the ground lightly. you're on the bed, lounging and reading something for your history class, sighing every now and then due to your annoyance. mina's on her phone and it's silent for a bit until she starts to speak,

"you and jeongyeon, momo told me you've been getting close." she mumbles, eyeing you. the expression on your face is priceless: a mix of surprise and bashfulness. you look up at her with a tense jaw and avoid eye contact—you feel terribly nervous for no reason—her gaze is nerve racking.

"um, kind of." you say. mina's gaze was comparable to a towering mountain, and you felt like a mere pebble in her shadow.

mina turns off her phone and sits down next to you on her bed. "i'm not your parent, i don't know why you look so scared dumbass." she sighs, "i don't really care if you're dating her, as long as you're happy you know?"

"we're not dating-"

"we're cousins, you don't have to lie-"

"no i'm serious, we're not dating." you explain, but you pause for a moment when you remember the deal you made with jeongyeon. "ok well we might."

"what do you mean might?" mina questions, looking at you with a newfound curiousity in her eyes. you put the book down and find that you're probably not going to be able to finish this reading, so you might as well just stop for the night. you sit up and it feels like a sleepover, a girls night—it cleared the nervousness flowing in you as well as the tension in the air from mina's unrivaled glare.

"we made a little deal," you start, "if she aces the next quiz and test, then she gets to take me out."

mina covers her mouth from your explanation, leaning closer to you with raised brows. you're giggling and blushing just from thinking about it, and it's so ridiculous that you feel like a teenage girl in some romcom movie (you love it, though.)

"and if she doesn't ace her quiz and test?"

"i hadn't thought of that—but mina, she's doing really good! her grades went up like, two letters." you boast proudly. your cousin laughs at you and lays herself on the bed next to you, and you allow yourself to relax next to her while setting the history textbook on the table next to you.

"so you like her?" mina asks, turning to the side to face you.

you practically breathe out your response, as if your head were in the clouds.

"yeah."

-

a day before the test—24 hours before yoo jeongyeon takes the test that determines whether her cute tutor will go out with her.

determined would be an understatement, she's been studying her ass off and even getting enough sleep to let her brain marinate properly. she has to ace this.

jeongyeon slams the quiz with the bold "a" on the table aggressively, there's even a little note in red that reads "nice work yoo!" on the top right corner of the stapled papers.

you smile at her enthusiasm, it's cute.

"good job jeongyeon," you practically chuckle out as you pull out the notes that you plan to go over this session.

"one more y/n, one more," she smirks, looking at you and her eyes blazed with determination. she's going to take you out, no doubt. her expression was as cute as an eager, unwavering puppy, and confident tone made a soft, rosy glow unfurl across your cheeks.

"yeah, yeah. sit down, we have to go over this if you want to pass."

"i'll pass alright, ill ace it."

you giggle at her, she's even more appealing with every session.

-

"shit." you grumble, looking at the text from your mom that pops up on the screen of your phone.

jeongyeon stops what she's doing and looks at you with a raised brow, humming in a way that asks: what's wrong?

"my mom wants me home right now," you sigh, "we have to cut this session short." you add with a frown.

there's half an hour left of your session, and jeongyeon really wants to get everything down so she can be fully prepared for that damn mixed unit test. you look at her apologetically and rush to pull out your biology folder, skimming through the pages and handing it to her.

"you're giving me all the notes?" jeongyeon questions.

"you need it to ace that test don't you? i know the material like it's the back of my hand, just give it back to me tomorrow before class."

"you sure?"

"how are you going to take me out if you don't have the notes needed?" you respond. now it's jeongyeons turn to be flustered. you simply laugh at the astonishment that had been etched into her features.

as you turn to leave, a surge of boldness rushed through your body like an unexpected gust of wind, it sent tremors through your senses.

you're only a couple steps away from jeongyeon—who had redirected her attention on the material—but you make sure to get to her quickly to press a quick, gentle kiss on her cheek.

as your lips met her cheek, it was like a soft petal of a rose brushing against her skin, creating a ripple of shivers that woke up her senses. your quick peck was gentle, and so incredibly swift, but god it made jeongyeon feel all warm inside.

the shooting guards face is amusing, it transformed into a portrait of surprise—as if some sudden plot twist had unfolded amongst her emotions—and, to add on to that, her cheeks had a rosy flare. your action definitely took her by surprise.

she turns to face you—your face a couple of inches away from hers—and the smile on your lips gave her a stronger desire to ace that damn biology test.

your cheeks were flushed like a canvas painted to resemble a warm sunset, and you're equally as flustered but you manage to mumble something soft and sweet.

"see you tomorrow, good luck."

jeongyeon isn't able to think clearly, and she thinks you did this on purpose because it'll take a while to regain her composure and focus.

-

yoo jeongyeon finishes the test and she's terrified.

it was a multiple choice test, but ten out of forty questions had her a little mixed up, and that's not good for her. she had even gone over every important vocabulary word twice the night prior to the test day, and she even made her older sister quiz her. jeongyeon made sure to eat enough, sleep enough, and have herself ready for the test.

she's so desperate to feel your soft lips against her skin again, to get that brief whiff of your lavender fragrance when you're close again. yoo jeongyeon needs her score and she needs it immediately.

-

"y/n!" jeongyeon calls out to you in the middle of the empty hall. you turn around and she has the biggest smile you've ever seen on her face, stretching across her adorable face like a sunrise, but radiant as a beacon at the same time.

she runs towards you and almost trips over from the way she pays no attention to anything but you, completely disregarding her surroundings. she almost shoves the paper in your face, and you can't even read the fuzzy red ink that's on it because the paper is so up close and personal, completely blocking your field of vision.

when you scold her and grab the paper from her own hands, your eyes widen at the sight of the big, fat "a" on the paper. your gaze is back on her and shes grinning from ear to ear. you smile to yourself, biting your lip—and you feel a sudden spark in your chest that seems to turn into a wildfire—it makes your heart race and your cheeks burn.

"it's a friday, i have no practice, and i think that should be perfect for us."

"you're eager huh." you roll your eyes at her, trying to keep your cool even though you're burning up from her direct desire for you.

"let's go." jeongyeon beams.

with a touch that's both gentle and firm, she takes your hand and sweeps you away towards the exit like a leaf caught in an eager gust of wind. you laugh at her and match her rushed pace as she rushes out the door.

-

the two of you find yourselves at some fair nearby, jeongyeon seemed to have everything planned out already.

she had paid for the transit tickets to the area, one which you had never been to or even heard of before even though it's a fifteen-minute bus ride away from the school. when you question how she knows about this fair and if she's ever been; she simply explains that her team used to go there all the time and that she's been wanting to take a pretty girl out there. the last part makes you blush.

her hand rarely leaves yours, it's always holding it softly­—yet firmly—as she guides you through the lively, bright fair.

jeongyeon leads you towards multiple midways that have games to play and prizes for her to win for you.

the first stop is some game where you aim a gun that shoots out water in a sharp streak to hit targets with a sharp thwack—and the more targets you hit: the better the prize is. the two of you tackle this game individually, making it a small competition at first to see who can get more points, it's heartwarming and makes you two laugh uncontrollably.

jeongyeon ends up getting more points and boasts about it, but makes sure to make up for her playful remarks by winning a couple lollipops for you. it makes you look away from her shyly and you even share one of the five lollipops she had given you.

the next game is one that requires precision and focus, as well as some power.

there's a variety of balloons that fill the board in front of you, and you're given five darts. if you use all five darts and each one hits a balloon; then you win a small stuffed animal. the two of you watch each other with anticipation as you take turns throwing the darts, making sure to trade your tickets so that both of you start off with five darts each.

jeongyeon throws her small dart first, it pops one of the small balloons and the basketball player balls her fist up in joy, exclaiming a loud "yes!" after doing so. you roll your eyes at her adorable little exclamation and pick up one of your own darts.

your eyes squint a little as they focus on one of the pink balloons, and you move your hand back and forth twice before actually throwing the dart, and it pops the balloon with a significantly loud pop.

"you're better than i thought, y/n."

"what's that supposed to mean?"

jeongyeon smirks at your response. "nothing." she says with a smug expression—it makes you punch her shoulder lightly, making the two of you laugh.

-

the two of you continue to walk around hand in hand as you stroll around the fair. cheeks red and a fuzzy, warm feeling spreading all throughout your bodies.

after getting some cotton candy to share and running around taking pictures of each other, the two of you find yourselves at the last game of the night.

jeongyeon had spot a certain fair game that certainly got her attention, it was her forte: basketball. she drags you when you're not paying attention and you let out a gasp in surprise from the sudden yank at your hand, you follow her though you don't fight back—it's as if she were an eager puppy yanking at a leash—your arm in this case.

"look at the prizes." jeongyeon says, mouth open in awe as she gazes at the large variety of stuffed animals hung up for display. there's a certain stuffed animal that catches her eye—she thinks you'd love it, and now she's determined to bag it for you.

she points at the cute, fluffy golden retriever stuffy and smiles with determination.

"i'm going to get you that one."

you chuckle at her adorable tone. "just don't concuss me when you shoot."

she rolls her eyes and gives four of her tickets to the worker, he hands her one of two basketballs in return.

you pull out your phone and start to record, jeongyeon turns to face the camera and smiles brightly, her toothy grin almost rivaling the sun.

the shooting guard winks at the camera and says, "this one's for you." then shoots.

the basketball flies up into the air and curves at an angle—it looks like it'll actually make it, but it doesn't. you laugh so hard it's almost concerning.

your laughter erupts like a volcano—you're practically cackling. you laugh until your cheeks ache from smiling so much, and your eyes are glistening from the tears that seem to form in your eyes. to add on to that, your stomach feels like it's been hit by a bus from the way it tenses up from each loud cackle—you wonder if you'll end up having a six pack by the end of the night. your camera captures every single sound and expression on jeongyeon's face.

she narrows her eyes at you, glaring playfully while you're unable to form words and there's another lighthearted pout that's thrown in your direction.

"stop that!" she groans, watching as you wipe a tear from one of your eyes.

"i thought you were good at basketball? what happened to 'star player yoo jeongyeon?'" you joke, making her stick out her tongue.

"it's rigged." she says, rolling her eyes. you continue to laugh uncontrollably from her tone.

jeongyeon sighs, redirecting her attention on the basketball in her skilled hands and the hoop in front of her. she squints her eyes a little, then shoots the basketball with perfect form and precision.

the swish makes her grin confidently, and she punches her clenched fists up, yelping a "yes!"

you roll your eyes and smile as the worker hands her the stuffed animal she had been set on winning, and the toothy grin that's on her face is one you could stare at forever—one that could rival a paintings beauty and charm.

"you actually did it." you tease, and she just rolls her eyes as she hands you the stuffed animal.

"of course i did, told you 'this one's for you'" she beams, "i'm on the basketball team for a reason."

"after that first shot i think you should reconsider-"

"shut up!" she groans and her cute response makes you laugh again—it hurts your core a bit, and it reminds you that the video of her missing is a video you'll be watching until you fall asleep tonight.

-

the night ends too quickly, to your dismay.

it's really cliché: jeongyeon walks you home with her hand holding yours, both of you smiling and giggling while conversing over something small.

when you two reach your front door and your foot lands on the welcome mat—jeongyeon's heart breaks a little bit.

you smile at her with a slight sadness in your eyes, wishing everything lasted just a bit longer because you don't remember the last time you've let yourself loose around someone like that.

"i had a lot of fun jeongyeon." you say with a new softness in your tone and eyes.

jeongyeon almost frowns. "me too."

"you know," you start, deciding to stall a bit before you actually have to leave. "if you didn't ace that test… i would've still went out with you."

"seriously?"

"jeongyeon," you say, amused. "a test wasn't the reason i went out with you. i like you, a lot."

"i like you too." jeongyeon says, grins stupidly and your cheeks start to burn at her precious smile. she looks at you with a sudden hint of disappointment and longing in her eyes, then speaks again. "i'll let you get back inside, it's pretty late and you know, it's been a long day."

not long enough.

"yeah." you respond sadly. "goodnight jeongyeon."

"night, pretty." she says adorably, and you scoff playfully at her stupid (-ly cute) flirting.

jeongyeon turns and starts to walk down the sidewalk that leads to your house, and the keys in your hand go into the lock of your door and turn, unlocking it and you turn at the knob—but you don't open the door just yet—instead, turning around.

"wait," you call out to jeongyeon—who pauses in her place, then pivots 180 degrees to gaze into our eyes, one of her brows raises as you walk up to her hurriedly.

"hm?" she hums in confusion, looking at you as the new, sheepish expression takes over your face.

your lips meet hers and it takes her by surprise,—but she places her hand on your cheek gently and reciprocates­—jeongyeon knew your lips were soft, especially from the way you had kissed her cheek at the end of that one study session, but god they felt even better on her lips.

there's an electric thrill that runs like a current through her body, and it's absolutely unreal.

you pull away and your lips linger a little, jeongyeon feels like her heart might leap out her chest from the way it's running marathons. you're unable to contain the smile that spreads across your lips after you pull away fully—neither can jeongyeon.

the two of you stare at each other shyly, both feeling so incredibly flustered from your bold action.

"um, i'll get going. night jeongyeon." you mutter hurriedly, turning away quickly.

jeongyeon is incapable of forming words as you walk back to the front door and push it open, looking back at her with rosy cheeks and an amused grin.

"night…" she mumbles in astonishment, and you just giggle softly, closing the door.

jeongyeon's shot was aimed for your heart—and she made it.

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Tell Me Sweet Little Lies Part 5

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Around the fourth of July, when Eddie's finally resigned himself to a third senior year at high school - his last one, his last chance, because he knows damn well they're going to stop letting him stubbornly try again at some point - he gets a series of lies that fill him with more dread than even the bit about the hospital.

I don't know, I don't know anything!

There's nobody else out there, swear to God!

My delivery didn't come, and my friend and I, we thought that it was left at the loading dock, so we went in the room.

But I swear to God, nobody knows about us, nobody saw us.

And I'm not gonna tell anybody about this, okay?

Come on, I told you everything I know!

Eddie panics.

He knows what an interrogation looks like, and it's pretty damn clear that his soulmate is lying to protect someone - multiple someones? His organization? Shit, is his soulmate like actually a spy, or is he just a dumb kid who stumbled into the back of a mafia run organization or something?

Whatever it is, Eddie doesn't want to leave him alone to it, but - Uncle Wayne already left for his shift, and he can't call him at work, and on top of that, Eddie's a little afraid that whatever he says will get picked up by the interrogators or throw his soulmate off.

So he waits, tense and on edge and every moment cracking him open wider and wider.

And then, after hours of nothing that leave Eddie checking over and over again to make sure the words on his skin are still stark and bold, that they haven't gone all faded the way they do when your soulmate dies -

I'm fine, they're hurt worse than me, they need it more.

He lets out a shaky, relieved sigh, even though he's beyond furious at his stupid soulmate who keeps getting himself hurt, and there's a pit at the bottom of his stomach that makes him wonder what the hell his soulmate has gotten himself involved with.

This time, he's not going to let him get away with insisting he doesn't need medical attention. Uncle Wayne may still be at work, but he's got other options.

Eddie calls Jeff.

"I think you have to go to the hospital," he says when Jeff answers, slow and deliberate and sincere.

There's a few moments of confused silence, then Jeff asks, "What the fuck, dude?"

Eddie waits for just a little bit longer before saying, "When you see what I've got for this next campaign, I think you're going to have to go to the hospital."

Jeff laughs, and they talk for a little bit about what the campaign's going to be like, what character Jeff's thinking about for it, what he'd like to do with his character and how it can fit with some of the stuff Eddie's working up, how Eddie better not kill this one damn it.

"You know all I care about is you and your safety," Eddie says before they hang up, once again making it as genuine as possible so it'll get picked up as a lie.

Jeff laughs at him again and hangs up on him, leaving Eddie all alone and jittery.

He doesn't know if his soulmate will even see it any time soon, let alone respond, but - at least he did it, at least he said something.

So he's a little surprised when he feels the sting of a new lie getting written on his shoulder later that night, so late that it's already almost morning.

I went to the hospital, but I didn't get medical attention, it says. I'm not safe now.

The last of the panic he'd felt drains out of him, and he's reluctantly but fiercely grateful that his soulmate decided to break their silence to reassure him. He's not expecting anything else, but a few minutes later he feels something else being written on the inside of his thigh.

I don't care about my soulmate, too, and I won't do anything to keep them safe. That isn't why we can't talk again yet.

Oh.

Eddie kind of wants to be stubborn, and insist on talking to him again anyway, but -

But his soulmate said them, not her, like he's open to the possibility that Eddie might be a guy. But his soulmate said yet, not never. But his soulmate said he'd do anything to keep Eddie safe, and Eddie's pretty sure he just got a little glimpse into what anything might be, and he -

Things have changed. His soulmate's probably graduated, Eddie realizes, and he's clearly found at least one person who's a different kind of friend, considering the lies he just said are no longer stilted and obscured, and all that's aside from whatever he's gotten involved with that might mean Eddie isn't safe if they talk again.

So for now, he'll listen.

—

Later that month, Eddie's in the back of Hawkins' one and only comic-slash-games shop, crouched down and hunting through their meager supply of miniatures. He's so focused on his search for one that he a, hasn't used a lot, and b, can modify enough to suit his latest campaign, that he doesn't notice someone's come up and is standing by him until he hears the rustling and clack of merchandise on the shelf above him.

He rocks back on his heels, looking over and up to who's joined him - and nearly falls over when he sees Steve Harrington standing there.

"Seriously?" he demands, because Jesus Christ, they're coming to find him in his own territory now? Then, in almost the same breath as the state of Hawkins High's recently graduated golden boy hits him, "Wait, what the hell happened to you?"

Harrington squints down at him, looking incredibly unimpressed. Eddie's not actually sure how someone can pull off looking that irritated when one eye can only barely open, but somehow, he manages it.

"I was captured by Russians who didn't like my attitude," he responds, dry and sarcastic.

Fuck him then, Eddie decides, turning to glare back at his miniatures. "Right, heaven forbid the peasantry rise above their station and show concern to the royalty."

There's an awkward silence, but Harrington doesn't leave, and when Eddie glances back up, he looks - softer, somehow. It makes his injuries look even worse, and Eddie swallows roughly.

"I was at Starcourt," Harrington says, as if that should explain it all, which -

Actually, yeah, it should. It's not like Eddie's unaware of the fact that the mall kind of spectacularly burned to the ground. It's all that's been in the papers for the last few weeks. He hasn't read many of them himself, but he couldn't avoid remembering some of the headlines - Hero Cop Dies Saving Children and Scoop Slinging Teens Save Lives and Hawkins Mourns Loss of Promising Teen Couple.

He'd been irritated at seeing Harrington and Hargrove's faces everywhere, in a strange, gut clenching way that he doesn't really want to look too closely at, considering one of them is now dead and the other apparently saves lives. In retrospect, he should have put it together, but Harrington's picture had always been him in his varsity jacket, or his tux and crown at prom, or once in the sailor outfit of his summer job. Never of his injuries, and even now, looking at him, it looks so much more like he got in another fight than he was injured in a fire.

"Is it true, then?" Eddie asks, because he can feel the most recent lies from his soulmate burning as though they're being written all over, and he still really doesn't want this asshole to be it. "Little sailor boy saving lives?"

Harrington makes a face that has to hurt, but apparently looking bitchy is more important than physical comfort. Then he shrugs one shoulder. "Yeah, I guess, I helped. But it wasn't just me. I wasn't even the MVP."

Eddie snorts. "False modesty doesn't become you."

Harrington just mutters, "Whatever, man, you asked," and goes back to looking at the shelves like Eddie isn't even there.

Which tracks, really, with how Harrington had treated almost everyone in high school, and Eddie rolls his eyes.

"What are you even doing here?" he asks.

Harrington looks back down at him. "The Hopper-Byers are moving to California."

"Did not know that." Eddie's kind of surprised that Harrington does, actually, unless he's been keeping tabs on his ex's current boyfriend, just waiting to swoop in. Sucks for the Byers, though - baby Byers will be okay, he thinks, but he knows Jonathan's heading into his senior year, and that's a rough time to - "Wait, Hopper-Byers?"

"Yeah." Harrington's expression has gone all closed off, now, like he'd rather be anywhere but here talking to Eddie.

Feeling's fucking mutual, Eddie decides.

"El - Hop's adopted daughter - she's going with the Byers."

Eddie didn't know Hopper had an adopted daughter. But then, with Harrington's parents, he's not surprised the guy's cozy enough with the chief of police to have a dumb little nickname for him and be friends with his adopted daughter.

Former chief of police, and that makes Eddie feel just a little bit guilty. Not enough to stop poking at Harrington, though.

"And that brought you here because…."

"There's a going away party, and I'm not showing up empty handed." Harrington gestures at the shelves. "Will likes all this weird shit."

Goddamn. Even when Harrington is doing something nice for someone, he's still a huge dick about it. Eddie wonders if it's hurting what counts for a brain under all that hair to be this thoughtful about an obligatory going away present for some nerd.

Harrington lets out a frustrated huff of air, pushing his fingers through his hair. "Help a guy out, man? He's leaving his party behind, so I don't want to get him something for, you know, game play or whatever, but maybe something to remember it?"

If Eddie was feeling charitable, he might think it was sweet, how much the guy was thinking about this. But, well.

It's Steve Harrington, and even if Eddie's never really interacted with the guy before, he knows enough to know he's exactly the kind of rich, popular jackass that makes life for people like Eddie miserable.

So Eddie snorts, thinks that of fucking course the guy is trying to outsource gift buying onto him, that he can't even put in the effort to pick it out himself and instead is just trying to find someone else to do it for him.

Still, he doesn't want Byers the younger to end up with a crappy gift. He might not be coming into freshman year at Hawkins High with the rest of his apparently D&D playing friends, but Eddie can still look out for him a little.

"There's some t-shirts and posters next aisle over. Couple of choose your own adventure comic books, some art books towards the back," Eddie offers.

Harrington makes a face. "Yeah, definitely not getting him a t-shirt, hopefully he can at least have a chance at his new high school."

Oh, fuck this guy and his judgemental, holier-than-thou attitude.

"He's an artist, though, his stuff is really good," Harrington continues. "I already got him a sketchbook and some paints, so maybe the art books? I'll take a look."

Harrington is moving before Eddie can get a word in edgewise, pausing only to clasp his shoulder and give it a squeeze.

"Thanks, Munson," he says, easy as anything, and then he's gone.

I just wanted to say a huge thank you to everyone whose commented/reblogged/liked this - I'm a little bit blown away by the response, and I'm so so glad people are enjoying this!! We'll be heading into season 4 with the next part, and they're probably going to start getting longer because this is turning into such a monster. I'm having so much fun writing these dumb boys!

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Part 6

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[lovelybrooke]

Platonic yandere good omens with a darling who loves to read and is teased for it by others, maybe she’s a customer at the bookshop

I've changed this a little bit so I hope you still like it. Based on these headcanons. You don't have to read the to understand this though. Also I think that I overestimated how big the bookshop is, but just use your imagination, it'll be okay.

tw: Bullying (nothing too serious but just making sure)

Masterlist

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Working at Mr. Fell's bookshop was great. 

Granted, the store was very slow, no one barely ever showed up, and when they did you were strictly prohibited from selling books. So, you spent most of your time cleaning up and organizing books, which meant that most days were pretty relaxing. 

Except for today. 

"Hey kid, you're late." You barely spare a glance at Crowley, who's leaning lazily on one of the many comfy chairs in the shop. Huffing, you rush over to Mr. Fell's desk, placing your bag down next to it. 

"You're not my boss, Mr. Crowley." You remind him with a blank tone. It doesn't seem to bother him, not like you can tell, with his glasses basically glued to his face and everything. Even so, you can feel his eyes on you, following you as you walk through the store. "Where is he anyway?" You ask, not seeing your boss anywhere. Crowley shifts in his seat just a bit, perhaps looking around for said man, but you couldn't tell as you hurry to put your school supplies away, Mr. Fell nice enough to let you put your bag near his personal desk so that others wouldn't mess with it. 

"I'm not sure--not here either way." Crowley responds when enter back into the front of the shop. You sigh, it's weird for one of them not to know where the other was, but it's fine, everything will be okay. 

Working the shop while Mr. Fell wasn't around always made you nervous. He wasn't very strict about most things, but when it came to his books he was always very straight forward on not finalizing any purchases without his permission. It's hard to explain that to potential customers, and with school being--a lot lately, it's been difficult to pay attention and stay on track. 

The chime of the bell above the door broke you out of your worries. You were really hoping Mr. Crowley had left, but instead he was still reclining on his chair, eyes focused on one of the many books in this establishment. Instead, it was a group of three students, giggling as they walked into the store. This was your worst nightmare, the giggling, the whispers, the clear teasing that they thought was the funniest thing in the world. 

You scurry behind a bookshelf, hoping that they didn't see you, or hear you for that matter. You tried your best to be invisible, busing yourself with task after task as you try to avoid the group of bullies. "Oh my god, (Y/n)? I didn't know you worked here." But eventually, you were found out. The main girl, dressed with a coy smile, stares you down, she definitely knew you worked here. 

"Yeah..." You mumble out, looking at her nervously. She snickers towards the two others behind her, before looking back at you. 

"Why haven't you told us?" She laughs, calling you a teasing nickname in the process. "We could've gotten so many free books from here--y'know like a friend discount." 

"I didn't know we were friends." You answered, backing away when her look turned cold. "And either way, I can't authorize purchases when my boss isn't here." 

She crosses her arms, any look of false kindness gone. "Well come on--if he's not here then what's the harm of a few books going missing." She says it's no big deal. You laugh in disbelief at her arrogance.

"I'm not going to give you free books just because we happen to know each other." You stand your ground, moving to put the book back on the shelf. Right when you were about to, however, she reaches over, grabbing the book right out of your hand, yanking it away from you. 

"Why are you being so annoying?!" She scoffs. "It's just a stupid book, ugh--this is why nobody likes you--you take everything so seriously!" Her and her friend laugh at your dumb founded face, giggling as you rub your arm lightly. 

Your brow furrows in frustration as you try to move to grab the book, groaning as she passes it to one of the others behind her. "Look--give it back--If you want it so bad just wait 'till my boss is back!" You whisper yell. You didn't want Mr. Crowley to hear you, hoping you were far enough into the back of the store to be out of earshot. 

The book finally lands back into the main girl's hands, tightly gripping it so there was no possibility that you could get it from her. "If you want it so bad--" She mocks your previous voice of distress "--then take it!" She pushes the book into your chest roughly, causing you to gasp and fall down. The three laugh loudly as tears burn in your eyes, but at least you got the book back, that's all that matters. You waited to get up until you were sure they were away from you, sighing as you wiped your face and placed the book back on the shelf. 

You were embarrassed, you didn't want to go back to the front and face Mr. Crowley, not having the capability to deal with his teasing right now. Leaning back on the bookshelf, you sigh once again, closing your eyes as you attempt to steady your breathing. It was quiet, but you could hear shuffling from the other side of the store. They must still be here, and at this point, you wanted them to leave, before Mr. Fell got back.

"--and don't come back!" You heard the voice of Mr. Crowley, accompanied by the slamming of a door. Eyes wide, you didn't know what to say when he turned back to look at you, huffing and puffing clearly annoyed. 

He motions towards the sitting area, wanting for you to sit down. "Ugh--the audacity of some--some--teenagers!" He dramatically sits back down onto his seat across from you. "No offense by the way." He adds on. 

"None taken..." You respond, slightly confused. "...what did you do?" 

"Told 'em off is what I did!" He groans, snarling slightly "can't just come in here and start demanding things!" He mumbled out a bit more, a "rude" and "annoying" quietly leaving his lips. 

"Please don't tell Mr. Fell about this." You interrupt his grumbling, causing him to raise a brow. You didn't to lose your job, Mr. Fell was great, but you didn't know what would happen if he learned about today. You looked down at your hands, nervous, "I--" 

"Don't tell Mr. Fell what?" You jumped at the sound of a new voice, looking up to see the infamous face of your boss, and your heart dropped. "Does this have anything to do with the students that just rushed out of here?" 

"No!" You shoot up, awkward. "--I'm going to get back to get back to work." You rush away from the two men, back towards the back of the store. 

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"(Y/n)" It was Mr. Fell, his voice soft as always. "Crowley told me what happened. I'm so sorry I wasn’t here." 

You shake your head, trying to push your emotions down. "It's fine. It's not that big of a deal anyway." You say, rambling. "I'm sorry if any of the books were damaged, I'll pay for it if it was, but I'm pretty sure it was--" 

"(Y/N)" He interrupts. "It's fine, please don't worry." He smiles, making you a little less nervous. 

"I'll try." A small smile decorates your face. "So...I'm not going to lose my job."

He gasps. "Oh--of course not, sweetheart." He reassures you, lifting a weight from your shoulders. You felt like you could finally breathe again. 

"Thank you." 

He pats you on the back, "There's no need for that--but if that ever happens again please don't hide it from me." 

You nod, getting through the rest of your work day without any problem. 

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It was a slow day at school. You honestly forgot most of what happened back at work, but that was probably because you tried your best to forget it. 

"(Y/n)--" You look up from the paper on your desk, coming face to face with said girl you tried so hard to forget. But this time, there was no coy smile, no posey behind her, no giggling. Instead, she was shaking, not being able to lock eyes with you. It was a stark contrast to the girl you saw yesterday. 

"Um--I'm sorry..." She mumbled, barely loud enough to hear "...for what happened, yesterday." She stuttered, clearly afraid of something, but you didn't have enough time to respond as she rushed away. 

That was strange, but you chose not to focus on it, shrugging your shoulders. 

At least she won't be bothering you again.

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A/N: I had to get this out of my drafts, sorry if this sucks.

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[dragonfirerogue-writes]

At Last

Wednesday x Kitsune!reader

"Ma, I'll be fine."

"You've never traveled this far with your flames before, my kit. I'm just worried."

The bag on your shoulder slipped as your mother fussed over you. Within the two months of your impromptu vacation from school, you already visited Enid and Yoko. Now that the new semester is nearing, it was decided that you would stay with Wednesday and the rest of the Addams brood before going back to Nevermore together.

Together. That word made your heart flutter like a leaf in the wind. But it made you anxious as well. While you both stayed in touch, there wasn't much of an indication of a forward path in your relationship. Sure, this was probably Wednesday's first real relationship so you tried to chalk it up to taking things slow but it still made you unsure. It was hard enough to convey emotion through text. To add in an emotionally stunted person made things near impossible. But you're trying. Maybe things will change once you're within the same space.

Your phone rings, finally making your mom stop her fussing. With a silent thanks, you answer, already knowing who it was.

"My dark spirit! I'm ready if you are." Silence greets you. Long enough that you're slightly concerned. "Wednesday?"

"Yes, we're ready for you, m-mia volpe." There's a sudden burst of muttering through the phone. The only thing you can really catch were Wednesday's threats of death to whoever it was. Eventually, her voice turns back towards you. "We are ready. My family insisted on greeting you as well, so be prepared."

"You got it. I'll see you in a bit."

With the call ended, you take a hold of your luggage and wait for the familiar pull. While you never traveled this far, you and Wednesday tested the spiritual attraction whenever you could. Even when you were in California with Enid, it seemed to work from across the country. Maybe you'll test a cross-country travel one day.

It doesn't take long before you feel the pull in your heart. You turn to look in the direction with a soft smile which draws the attention of your mother.

"You care for this one, don't you?" You respond with a nod.

"I do. I don't know where it'll go, but... I'll follow as far as I'm allowed."

You turn to face your mother and give her a hug. She pulls you close, petting your head gently.

"Take care, my kit. I love you."

"Love you too, Ma." With a smile, you back away to give your flames some space. "I'll talk to you later."

Your eyes close as your body turns to face your heart's direction. Making sure you have a tight hold on your suitcase, you leap into the air and surround yourself with your foxfire. In a whirl, you shoot forward towards your destination.

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Wednesday keeps her eyes trained on the sky as she waits for any sign of your arrival. The both of you weren't sure how long it would take. She tried to tell that to the rest of her family, but alas they stood just behind her, watching as well.

The wait gave Wednesday some time to think. Time to think about you and your relationship. This was an entirely new concept for her. The physical aspect of the relationship was easy, even if it was a while since you've touched. That was just a response to stimuli. The emotional aspect was the troubling part. These new feelings made her nauseous and self conscious. Watching her parents made her think about you, even if it still grossed her out. She missed your presence and when she saw pictures of you, Enid and Yoko, she was jealous.

But she used this time away from you to filter through her feelings. She even talked to Thing about it when it bothered her to that extent. Her mother tried to pry, but Wednesday shot that down almost immediately. This wasn't something she wanted to talk about with someone whose opinions are skewed to those positive feelings. She needed to think about things logically.

Her traitorous heart, however, leaps when she sees the flicker of flames in the distance. Her feet move on their own as you soar closer. The eyes of her family burn at her back, but she doesn't seem to care. You were almost here.

The fireball lands and whirls for a moment before revealing your form, tails waving the flames away as it dissipates. After patting yourself and making sure there weren't anymore embers, you look up to see Wednesday.

It's quiet as you stare at each other. The Addams brood wait with bated breath as the two of you walk towards each other. When you are face to face, you just bask in each other's presence. Afraid to break whatever spell residing in the space, you can only whisper a soft, "Hi." Wednesday doesn't reply in kind. Her stare, as always, comforts you.

Eventually, the goth steps closer and just leans against you. Your hands move up to gently caress her arms. Not quite hugging, but close enough to satisfy that urge. You take a breath, letting Wednesday's scent fill your senses. You both didn't part until you let yourself gently nuzzle against Wednesday's cheek.

"Guess I should meet the family. Been letting them wait long enough." You look over at the rest of the Addams and see them near bursting with excitement. A stark contrast to Wednesday herself.

"I suppose," she responds. "The sooner we do this, the sooner I can get you alone."

A pleasant shiver runs up your spine as you follow the pigtailed goth. It seems you really didn't need to worry about your relationship. Wednesday seemed to miss you as much as you missed her.

As soon as you are in front of him, Wednesday's father, Gomez, grabs your hand in a brief shake before pulling you into a massive hug.

"It's so wonderful to meet you, Y/N! Welcome to our humble abode!" You just let your gaze travel to the massive manor over Gomez's shoulder. 'Humble, huh?'

When he releases you, you move towards the matriarch, Morticia. When she reaches her hand out, you take it and lay a soft kiss on it. She lets a soft smile grace her beautiful features, her eyes glancing at Wednesday knowingly.

"My, my. What manners." She takes your face in her hands and gives you a couple of air kisses.

Next is Pugsley, Wednesday's brother. When you shake his hand, he immediately asks whether you would help him with some experiments. Wednesday just gives a tiny shrug when you look at her for guidance.

"Uh, if I have the time, sure." The young Addams smiles wide in response, reminding you of Eugene.

The towering butler then walks up and grabs your belongings with a low groan.

"This is Lurch," Gomez says, introducing the large man. "He'll take your things while we give you a tour of the house." Wednesday steps in at those words.

"Father, the tour can wait. I'm sure Y/N is tired from their trip." She gives you a meaningful gaze. You nod in response and offer a regretful smile.

"It did take more outta me than I thought." You rub the back of her head, a little embarrassed at the attention. "I would like a moment to chill, if that's all right."

"Of course, my dear," Morticia responds. "We have plenty of time for you to see the house." She pats your head and gestures to Wednesday. "Now go. I'm sure you two would like to catch up."

You weren't sure if you saw a knowing glint in her eyes, but regardless, the implication makes you blush. To save you from further embarrassment, Wednesday takes your arm and leads you to her room.

As soon as the door to her room closes, Wednesday is on you. She pulls you close, hands finding their place on your cheeks. When your foreheads touch, you close your eyes, letting yourself feel Wednesday near you. Again, with a crooked smile, you let out a quiet "hi" before feeling her lips on yours.

Spirits, you missed this. The way Wednesday's body melts into yours. The way your hands found their home on her waist. The way you move in sync with each other despite this being only the second time you've done this.

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She's practically pinned you against the door and you've no intention of breaking free.

When air calls for you both, you part but still within the same breath. Your nose brushes against hers gently, your smile dopey and lopsided.

"This time without you had been torture," Wednesday whispers. "How you've come to claim my entire being has confounded me."

"Well," you begin. "It's not like you haven't affected me. You already have a hold on my heart and I didn't even realize until you were dying."

You two take another breath before Wednesday pushes away with a soft groan.

"We're beginning to sound like my parents. It's disgusting."

You let out a laugh before letting yourself take in Wednesday's room. Before you really could, something plops on your head and gives your hair a ruffle. Almost immediately, you know who it is.

"Thing! My main hand." You give him a fist bump before catching up. His excited signing recounting story after story. Wednesday looks on with fondness. You've already become a major part of her life and she looks forward to seeing what the future brings for you.

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[seospicybin]

SEOSPICY'S UPCOMING POST.

CROWDED PREVIEW.

PART OF THE CROWD SERIES.

Lee Know x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: Minho's family grows bigger after you gave birth to his daughter, Byeol. It's not easy to raise a child in his working environment as a tattoo artist but his parenting skill is put to test as Byeol enters school.

Preview under the cut!

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The taxi is only one block away when your phone is ringing inside the pocket of your jacket.

You don't have to look to know that it's Minho calling you, "I'm almost there, honey," you assure him once again after telling him the same thing half an hour ago.

You look out the window and see the parlor comes into sight, "I'm just around the corner," you tell him while half laughing.

You hang up the second you see his figure coming out of the door of the parlor, following the taxi until it stops right in front of him.

Minho opens the taxi door for you and not wasting any second to hug you. You're sure he wants to do more than that but with the taxi driver taking out your suitcase from the trunk, he goes to help you carry them.

Once everything is securely taken inside, nothing stops him from coming for you, pulling you into a kiss. He kisses you so hard he doesn't give you time to catch your breath. No words need to be spoken when you sense his yearning for you through his needy kisses.

You smile against his lips and mutter, "I missed you too."

Throwing your arms around him, you show him how much you've been missing him too and gosh, it feels good to know that you're not the only one suffering from the long distance.

"Can we continue this upstairs?" You ask, reminding him that you're both still downstairs and you still need his help carrying your things to the third floor.

The first thing you do once you arrived upstairs is go to Byeol's room and watch her sleep for a moment, relishing your need to see her.

Tenderly, you place a kiss on her forehead and put the blanket higher on her body, "Goodnight, my little star," you murmur against her head.

Giving her one last kiss on the head, you get out of her room to find Minho preparing dinner and insisted on cooking it for you since you said you're hungry.

"She's alive and well," you tell him as you take a seat at the dining table.

"I'm impressed!" You add along with a sly grin.

Not for one second do you doubt Minho for his capability to take care of Byeol, she is his daughter after all, there's no one else that can do a better job than him.

He serves a plate of fried rice in front of you and dramatically rolls his eyes at you, "I was this close to sending her to the orphanage today," he jokes.

You will always be drawn to his physique but it's his wit and his smart mouth that you missed the most about him. It's what has been keeping the sparks alive even after seven years together.

You catch him dozing off when you come back from the bathroom, reckon he must be tired from the day, from taking care of both the parlor and his daughter. You quietly climb onto the bed and kiss him on the cheek.

His eyes snap open and turns his head to capture your lips in a kiss.

"Did I wake you, honey?" You press another kiss on his neck.

He draws you closer to bed and snuggles you, "you did wake up the other me," he shamelessly admits.

Your hand goes straight to feel him down there and tease the growing bulge with slow strokes, "how was your day? Anything fun?"

With closed eyes, he says, "Oh I do have something fun to tell you!"

From the sly smile plastered on his face, you believe it's something that amuses him so much but not sure it'll give the same impression for you.

"Yeah? What is it?" You anticipate with a thin smile.

He opens his eyes to leer at you, "Byeol said that he likes my sandwiches better than yours."

"Oh, my God!" You instantly groan.

"What could I possibly do wrong with a sandwich?"

It infuriates you so much that you could ruin something that simple. It's just slices of bread with a few things in between and some condiments, that, you can't even do right.

"Please take the lunchbox duty off me," you tell him with a defeated sigh.

Minho laughs as you lay on your side of the bed with your eyes screwed shut, annoyed. He then put his arm around you, burying his head in the crook of your neck, and kisses you there.

"Honey, there's another thing," he whispers to you.

"Ugh..." You groan even though you haven't known what he's going to tell you.

"The soccer practice," he reminds you.

"What's with soccer practice?" You still remember Byeol's soccer practice every Saturday, tomorrow afternoon to be exact.

"They said it's your turn to bring the drinks," he says.

"Oh?" You gasp in surprise. You're in a group chat with the other moms of the students in the same classroom as Byeol but you've been caught in work you have to mute it.

Minho props his elbow against the mattress, "I can do it if you're too tired for it."

That's so sweet that he offers to take another task off of you but you can't just keep avoiding your duties as a mother, especially after you've been away for a week for work.

"That's okay. I can do it," you kindly refuse.

As gratitude for being an attentive husband, you kiss him on the lips, a long, lingering one. Something crosses your head at the mention of him speaking to the other moms about the soccer practice.

"So... you talked to the moms, huh?"

He hums against your lips in response.

"Anyone caught your eyes?" You playfully ask, slipping your hand under his t-shirt to feel the muscles on his abdomen.

"You can be honest with me, honey," you encourage along with a kiss on his neck.

Minho turns to lay on his side and put his hand on the arch of your back, doesn't waste time to slide it off to the curve of your ass, squeezing on the flesh.

It's always nice to have his tattooed arms wrapped around you and touching you. You look at his beautiful face and trail his nose with your fingertip, "all these tattoos and this sharp nose," you dreamily sigh.

You lean in close enough to tease him, "Look at you..."

You hold the side of his face and look at him with such love. You feel your body changed a lot and aging two times faster after giving birth while Minho, he doesn't change much physically, his hair has grown longer almost the same length he had when you first met him and his facial features are more defined. He's aging like a fine wine.

The best thing about all this is that he's yours.

"Must be tired being hot and a working dad, mmh?" You tell him with a nibble on his ear.

"In that order?" He asks.

You lowly chuckle, "Exactly in that order."

He drags you closer by your waist and presses a hard kiss on your lips, "must be tired of being hot and fighting for justice too," he teases back.

"Mmh," you answer with a hum as he slips his hand between your legs.

"That sounds like you need a release," he seductively says into your ear.

"Sounds like you need one too," you seduce back.

It is what you need. After a stressful week of work and being away from your husband and daughter, you come home with weights on both shoulders.

At least now, with Minho there with you, you feel ten times lighter from the moment you stepped into the door. It's also the fact that Minho knows to make you feel good, he knows what to do with his mouth that you're losing focus on doing the same to him.

Minho is deep in your wetness with his hands squeezing both of your butt cheeks as you bend over against him and have him inside your mouth.

He's doing everything right but you can't seem to get enough with just his mouth, you need him inside you and fill you.

"Want you inside me, honey," you mutter as you kiss his glistening wet mouth.

Without saying a word, Minho submits to your wish and hovers above you, kissing you as he turns your body to lie on your side.

He puts your leg higher than the other to give him access to push his fingers inside you, making you wetter than you already are.

Affectionately, he puts your hair away and softly kisses the side of your face while pumping his fingers in and out of you, then shoves them into his mouth after, having a taste of you before pushing his length inside.

"Oh..." you lowly moan as you feel his throbbing cock inside you.

Minho cages you in between his arms as he starts thrusting into you, steady, slow yet intensely deep. Your hand coiled around his forearm as the pleasure doubles each time he nudges just the spot.

"Oh..." you moan again with your eyes closed and you don't have to look to know that Minho is looking down at you, watching as your face clenches and unclenches along depending on the pleasure.

He presses his mouth close to your ear, then says, "I know, honey," he whispers.

He turns your head to face him then hastily kisses your open mouth, "I miss being inside you too," he breathlessly whispers.

"You always feel so good," he lowers his mouth on you again, catching you off guard that it takes you a moment to properly return the kiss.

"Oh, honey..." he sweetly murmurs with his lips on the corner of your mouth.

The moans you let out are louder and ragged. Minho uses his hand to keep your leg lifted as he launches himself deeper inside you then adds more speed.

Through your half-shut eyes, you look at him and plead, "Want you to cum inside, honey."

That drives Minho to quicken the pace. The hand holding you by your thigh dug deep into the flesh but the pain somehow blurs into pleasure at that moment.

Minho captures your lips in a sloppy kiss and lets his low grunts spill into your mouth, you reckon he's just as close to his release.

You clutch at his arm as you're having a hard time keeping up with his kisses. The knot inside you tightens as he fucking you to your high and when you finally climax, you feel like exploding but in the best way possible.

It feels as if you're releasing all tension of these past few days out of you and letting Minho replaces it with something much better.

Minho's kisses brought you back to your senses and he lies next to you, spooning you without pulling out of you. Your body molds perfectly with him as if the two of you are two puzzle pieces that fit together, completing each other.

His hand slides down your arm until he meets yours and slips his fingers in between the spaces of your fingers, intertwining them, tightly, never letting go.

Minho places a sweet kiss on the nape of your neck and softly murmurs, "I'm so happy that you're home, honey."

You look at your hands laced together in front of you, see the matching red thread of fate tattoos around both of your wrists and you both got another matching one after Byeol came to your life, a small north star tattoo on the sides of your hands.

Looking at it makes you realize how far you've come, from that fated day of the two of you met at the reunion, got married and now, having a child together with him, moreover, you feel grateful for all of it.

You bring your clasped hand close to your mouth and gently kiss the back of his hand. Against the quiet of the night, you repeat his words back to him with the same amount of sincerity, "So happy to be home, honey."

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Full fic will be posted tomorrow!

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[familyvideostevie]

hiiiii can I please have a little birthday blurb with Steve Harrington? very fluffy, just him being the best boyfriend and loving his birthday girl (today is my birthday and I'm a bit lonely 😞)

hello i don't think it is your birthday anymore but i hope you had a nice day in the end!! here is something short and sweet about steve making his way home to you <3 | steve makes his way home to you on your birthday, fluff, fem!reader, 0.7k

"Don't be mad," Steve says as soon as you pick up the phone. "Oh, shit. Happy birthday!"

You laugh because, well, what an absurd thing for him to say. Also, he said happy birthday to you as soon as you woke up this morning. And again after that. And again, when he brought you breakfast in bed. "Okay," you say. "I won't be mad. Can you tell me what I won't be mad about?"

It's a surprise to hear from him. He left pretty early this morning and he's meant to be on his way home after picking up Robin at school because...well, it's your birthday. And while you're not even meant to know that he's gone to get her for a surprise party, Steve has never been good at hiding things from you.

"We're going to be late," he sighs. There's a thud, a sound like he's smacked his fist against something. "My tire popped once we got on 70 so we're still in Ohio."

You twirl the phone cord around your finger. He doesn't sound upset, more annoyed than anything, so you assume he's okay. "So...you're telling me, why?"

It's like you can hear his frown through the phone. "Because by the time we get back, it'll be time for the, uh, thing." He coughs. "And we were supposed to get lunch or whatever you wanted. Since it's your birthday."

"Oh," you say, smiling. "For my surprise party that you told me about? That thing?"

Steve groans. "Yes, that thing. Jesus, it's not my fault you have like, puppy dog eyes or whatever. And you were so sad last week that no one was around to do something! I had to tell you!"

He's right. A quiet birthday is no big deal, not at all. A night in with Steve, dinner and a movie, anything at all, you're grateful for it. But you do like to spend time with your friends and while birthdays and the attention that comes with them make you kind of uncomfortable, it is nice to feel celebrated.

So he caved and told you that there had been a plan in the works for weeks. One that necessitated him driving to Ohio to get Robin.

"Dude, give me a second. I'm on the phone with my girlfriend," you hear Steve say, a little muffled. "The nerve of some people," he says into the receiver to you.

"Don't terrorize the people waiting for the payphone, Steve," you admonish. "Are you guys at a mechanic or something?"

He sighs again. One of the funnier things about Steve is his impatience. He's not rude, exactly, but he likes things to get done and for them to get done right. That's why you're not really bothered about this -- he'll come home to you, your friend in tow, and you'll have a fun night. He's more frustrated with himself than you will ever be.

"Yeah," he says. "Luckily it went flat slow and I pulled off. Should be back on the road soon. If Robin could just pick a snack!" He raises his voice at the end and you think you hear your friend's loud laugh some ways away.

"Don't rush on my account," you tell him. "Drive safe and you'll get here when you get here. And I'll be waiting."

"I just..." Steve sucks on his teeth. "I'm sorry, birthday girl." His voice is softer. "I didn't want you to spend all day waiting around for me."

"You're going to get here," you say. "And you're going to kiss me and take me out for my birthday with all of our friends. And then we'll come home and celebrate just the two of us."

"Are you flirting with me over the phone?" he asks. You can hear his smirk. "That's kind of hot."

Someone says something in the background and Steve harrumphs. "Yeah, yeah, okay. I gotta go," he sighs. "I will see you soon, okay? I love you."

Your stomach flips. It's not the first time he's said it but it's still kind of new and it makes you feel warm all over.

"I love you, too, Steve. Drive safe!" The phone clicks. Yeah, okay, a few hours on your own on your birthday aren't exactly what you wanted, but you didn't lie to Steve. He'll be home in a bit with a hug and many kisses and then you'll go to the roller rink and have a great night. The thought of it makes you smile because no matter how loved you are, it never really gets old.

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[my-soupy-brain]

If you’re still taking requests can there be a super fluffy comfort one because I had a rough day at work. I got sent to another location within my company and got lost and scared I wished I had a Ted lasso type significant other or work friend buddy to call to help me.

Ooof! Being lost is so scary, right? It always jumpstarts my anxiety. I hope you found your way! And Ted would happily help you. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: All comfort

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Wrong hallway.

Wrong hallway.

Wrong floor?

Your boss had sent you to this new office and it was so...unfamiliar. You felt a twinge of panic in your throat.

Calm down, you'll figure this out.

But the hallways were a ghost town. Am I being pranked?

You stop to lean against a doorway. Take a breath. It'll be OK. It's just a new place. Like a new school.

Oh, god. School. No. Don't think about school years.

Your phone chimes.

Hope your first day at the new office goes smooth, sugar!

Ted. Of course it's Ted. Oh you could really use Ted's guidance right now. You waste no time. You need his reassuring voice.

"Hey, darlin'! How's it going?" Ted answers the phone cheerily.

"Uh, I'm lost."

"Lost?"

"Yeah, I don't know may way around this new building at all. I don't even know if I"m on the right floor. I'm..."

Ted can hear the panic in your voice.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay! We'll get you where you gotta go. What floor are you on now?"

You shake your head. "I don't even know."

Ted takes a breath. "OK, go over to the elevator, and see if there's a number. Take the elevator to the first floor and start again. You can probably find a directory, yeah?"

You nod. "Yeah, yeah, good idea."

You follow his instructions and get on the first floor, looking around for another entrance where you may find a reception desk or a directory. Anything. Something.

You walk down a long corridor and everything is starting to blend together. He can hear it in your breath.

"Hon? It's gonna be OK. It's just a new place, that's all. Keep walkin', and I'll keep talkin'."

Ted talks about what he's gonna make for dinner when you get home. That his biscuit recipe needs tweaking. It's calming, his charming baritone voice.

You see an opening at the end of the hall and make a right. Reception desk.

"Oh thank god," you murmur. Ted smiles on the other end.

"Ya see somethin' familiar? Or somethin' that can help?"

"Yeah, a reception desk."

"Good. See? There ya go. Anyone there?"

You don't see a person. Great.

"No."

"Just wait a minute or two. Nature calls for everybody!" Ted answers with a chuckle, making you smile.

You hear a door open and someone clicks into the room.

"Can I help you?"

You pull the phone away for a moment. "Yeah, I'm looking for [name]? It's my first day in this building, I'm a little lost."

The woman smiles and nods.

"It's a labyrinth, right? I was lost on my first day, too."

The way your heartbeat slows down hearing this is amazing. You're not alone.

Ted can hear this on the other end, and he can tell by the breath you let out that you're already feeling relieved.

"What you'll wanna do is take the elevator to..."

You nod and follow directions, Ted staying silent. You don't know it yet, but he's gonna stay on the phone with you because he heard the directions too. Just in case you get anxious again.

"Ready, sweetie?" Ted says when you thank her and walk away.

You smile. "I am."

You take the elevator to the floor she mentioned. You're worried the directions are already fuzzy in your stressed out brain.

"Take a right when you hit the floor," Ted says, reminding you like a mind reader.

You turn right.

"Now take a left at the water fountain."

You smile. He's so damn patient.

"I think I found it!" you say excitedly, relieved. Ted nods. "I'm sure you did, sugar. Now go have a good day at work."

"Thank you for sticking with me. I'm sorry I'm such a nervous..."

"Naw, now don't you go apologizin', darlin'. It's first day jitters. You should've seen me at the club that first day. Didn't know up from down."

You smile and sigh.

"Love you, Ted."

"Love you, too. Now go kill it. Show 'em who's boss."

You hang up with a smile, take a breath and open the door.

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Ted would 1000000% do this and I'll take no questions. I hope you had a good day at your job (I know this request is a little behind schedule on my end). And I hope you don't feel so lost, friend. Thanks for the prompt!

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