#trig homework help

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[ftladystardust]

Whats crazy to think about is that i have some mutuals that have known me since BEFORE i was in highschool. Thats how old this blog is…

[artificialcaretaker]

Ngl I love green tea and tasty sugar cookies 🙏🙏🙏

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maybe im not built for trigonometry

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Once again back on my bullshit (being an art student who enjoys math, which for some reason is unfathomable to my fellow art students)

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riddle rosehearts x gn!reader . . trying to explain trig to your infatuated partner is hard work .ᐟ 1.1k word count.

note: based on the need for a man not to mansplain to me, but to gently teach me content: suggestive, petnames [main masterlist] . [twst masterlist]

waking up in and having to navigate an entirely new world is likely— no, definitely one of the hardest things you've ever had to go through.

you would think math would give you a break when you get to said new world. but no. math is still math. twisted wonderland has no magic to make precalc easier. not that you have any magic, but still, it would be nice.

you're torn between standing up in your chair and screaming like a madman while ripping apart your worksheet, or continuing to do your homework like a normal person.

a quick glance around the library has you choosing the latter. none of these students need to see you crash out (again). you also don't need crowley breathing down your neck about anything (again).

you click your pen while staring down at the trig problem staring right back at you, unsolved. people are starting to look at you and you realize your pen clicking is bordering obnoxious. you shoot the octavinelle kid an apologetic smile and turn to your boyfriend.

his nose is buried in a practical magic textbook, jotting down notes every few moments.

“psst,” you try to get his attention. he’s focused though, and doesn't hear. you try again, “riddle. ….riddle,” you nudge his foot with yours and he finally looks up.

“yes? what's wrong?” 

you slide your worksheet toward him sheepishly, “do you understand this? i'm kinda lost.”

riddle closes his textbook— not before bookmarking it— and glances down at the worksheet, a thoughtful frown tugging at his lips. “this lesson wasn’t taught very well, was it?” he murmurs, looking up at you then back down at the paper.

“this one is simple— the wording is what must be confusing you,” he says, and he’s right. damn these word problems.

“let’s take what we know and…” he’s writing down numbers and corresponding symbols,  explaining everything to you as he does.

at some point, during the middle of the equation, you're distracted by the gentleness of it all. riddle— who you honestly couldn’t even stand when you first met him— has come such a long way from his outbursts and near-violent need for control. here sits, not a riddle rosehearts who's snapping at you for speaking in the library at a volume higher than a whisper; not a riddle rosehearts who would remind you that “rule eighty-two states that all math work shall be done under the roof of your own room!” or something— you're not sure if there are actually any rules like that, but even so!

no, here sits a riddle— just riddle, who lets you pick flowers from the garden on wednesdays, even though it violated rule two hundred twenty-eight. here sits your boyfriend who is explaining a math problem to you so softly, you’ve forgotten all about trig and calc.

“my rose?” he tilts his head to catch your eyes, snapping you into reality. “should i explain differently? you look like you're still lost…”

“oh! no, no, i got it now, i think,” you shake your head, and your whisper probably borders more of a whisper-yell, but riddle doesn’t comment on it.

“are you sure? it seems as if you were zoned out,” he gives you one of those unimpressed looks and you can't help but shrug.

“if it makes you feel better, i was still focused on you! just not… on you explaining.” you offer, and his brows pull up as if to question the reliability of his flustered partner’s words. his look makes you huff, “honest!”

“we have a test later this week, my rose,” he reminds you. “i think it’s to your benefit to understand this.” he taps his pen to the sheet of paper.

“how can i focus when you look so pretty?” you sigh, leaning forward to squish his cheeks between one hand. “being all intelligent and sweet.”

now it’s riddle’s turn to be flustered, and his face lights up with heat, blush dusting his cheeks. “i’m jus’—!” his words are slightly muffled by the way his lips are forced into a pout by your pushing his cheeks together. he grabs your wrist, not roughly, and lowers it between yourselves. “i’m simply explaining a problem to you, i don't see how..” he glances away, back down at the paper in attempt to hide the blush that’s practically making the room glow.

“how i think my boyfriend is the prettiest in the room?” you lift a brow.

he opens his mouth to retort then closes it again, which you take as a victory. you also take the chance to steal a victory kiss from his still-warm cheek. he huffs in that riddle-esque way, but doesn’t push you away. he never does.

on the contrary, he finds himself always giving in to you and your antics. half the time, he just can't deny you.

“need i remind you we’re still in the library?” he mutters, turning to reopen his own textbook since it’s clear you’re in too much of a teasing mood to get any of your own work done. leave it to riddle to attempt to mask the ever prominent blush that leaves him quite a mess, honestly. “oh, c’mon!” you whisper, “i’m complimenting you and you’re pushing me away!” you know that’s not actually the case, but you like to mess with him. riddle, though, finds your mocking to be unassuming. he says your name, in that authoritative way that sends a chill down your spine, “let me explain the content to you. then, you’ll do the page, and then i’ll indulge in your fun. although, not at the library. i’d much prefer somewhere without so many prying eyes– and a setting not as professional as this one.” you know he just means the comfort of ramshackle or heartslabyul, but the way he says it makes it seem as if theres implication in his words and that along with his tone is enough to get you to lock the fuck in. “yes sir,” you mumble, scooting your chair in closer to his. “trig, my absolute favorite! go ahead, mr. rosehearts, i’m listening.” riddle softens at that, shaking his head and yet chuckling despite himself. “are you now? good.

where was i before? ah, right. so this problem is asking for this missing angle, and to find it…” he loves you, and that must why he not only allows you to be so carefree and playful, but also himself. jeez, how far gone is he?

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NOTES — JESS MARIANO

based on a request

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pairing: jess mariano x reader

description: after months of mutual pining, jess arrives at luke’s having read your favourite novel. oh, and he has some notes.

warnings: swearing, jokey sexual reference, other than that just tooth rotting fluff vibes

author’s note: thank you so much for this request, i loved it sm i had to immediately start writing!!! i hope it does jess justice — i love writing him so much. i may go back and edit some bits im not 100% happy with — but i hope you enjoy!!!

pleaaaaase let me know what you think — i love love love reading you guys’ feedback <3

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“I finished it.”

If you were anyone else, you’d have jumped out of your skin at the sudden, and rather loud, appearance of someone beside you.

But this was you, and it was Jess, so you were more than used to your ‘peaceful’ study sessions at Luke’s being interrupted by his ever-present smirk, his flirting and his endless supply of smartarse comments.

Not that you could complain.

You’d grown used to his omnipresence over a year ago. And it had been months now since you’d realised that you no longer just tolerated his company — you enjoyed it a ridiculous amount and instead longed for it when he wasn’t around.

You eyed him quizzically, noting how proud of himself he looked for reading your favourite book, but also noticing an unusual lack of self-assurance glimmering through his expression.

“I would ask if you mean this trig stuff for Mr Elton,” you gestured down to the homework you’d been painfully poring over for the past hour, “But I know you too well to expect you to actually do your homework, so what are you talking about?”

He didn’t mention that the real reason he never studied in your trig study sessions was because he was more often than not too busy staring at you and coming up with things to say to make you laugh.

Jess raised his eyebrows, but then shook his head and cleared his throat to do a godawful impression of you, “Oh Jess, I can’t believe you’ve never read it. My favourite novel in the whole world and you’ve never read it!”

You scoffed, “If that was supposed to be me, get out of here.”

“Please, like you really want to get rid of me,” he teased, gesturing to the pile of papers in front of you, “Then you’d be miserable and heartbroken and, even worse, have to actually finish your trig homework. Besides, I enjoyed it.”

Your eyes brightened up at this, and you could tell he noticed, “Don’t look so surprised, Y/N. Your taste isn’t that bad… I mean, you hang out with me don’t you?”

“For some reason, yes,” you pretended to grumble, feigning ignorance of the butterflies in your stomach at his usual smug smile, “But you really liked it?”

He sat down in the seat opposite you now, pulling the book from his bag and slamming it down in front of you, “Well, I have notes of course.”

You rolled your eyes, at which he couldn’t help but laugh, “Hey, it wasn’t terrible. I did say I enjoyed it… Some of the notes are nice.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure.”

“You wound me,” Jess feigned a pout, “Romance isn’t usually my genre and you know that.”

“Of course. Hemingway fanboy is too cool for my sappy romantic books, huh,” you joked, heart still racing wildly at the notion he’d even started reading it, let alone finished it.

“Pfft. Austen fangirl should be less rude and give more Hemingway a try, I say,” he quipped back, tongue in cheek.

“Hey, I like Hemingway,” you shook your head, “I just don’t go to bed and jerk off over how great I think he is like you so obviously do.”

He shook his head and pulled a face that faked shock, “And how much time in the day, on average, would you say you spend thinking about what I jerk off over, huh?”

“You are such an ass,” you tutted, swatting his arm, “Approximately none, thank you very much.”

“Whatever you say, princess.”

“Anyway, if you’re done being gross, let’s get back to the important thing here. You read my book,” You reached to pull the book towards you, only for him to snatch it back and rest his elbows on it.

You furrowed your brows at him, “What’ve you got to hide in there?”

His eyes narrowed, his lip between his teeth now as though he was thinking hard about something.

“C’mon, Mariano,” you leaned forward, “I assumed that since you brought the book with you, I’d get to see at least some of your notes.”

His fingers were picking at the edges of the book’s cloth sleeve, his toes drumming on the floor anxiously like they’d recently begun to do more often when he was around you.

He heaved out a deep sigh, “Look. I’m going to give you this, and then I’m gonna leave the diner, alright? And then, and only then, you can open this book up, and you can read what’s in there. And if you never see me again it’s ’cause I’ve died of embarrassment or something. Got it?”

You rolled your eyes, chin on your palm.

He slid the book in your direction now as you watched him swallow thickly and cocked your head to the side like a curious puppy, “Ever so cryptic, aren’t you?”

“You’ll figure it out, Miss Marple.”

With that, he rose to his feet and darted out of the diner before you could even say another word.

You briefly made eye contact with Luke behind the counter, who watched you carefully for a moment before looking down at the book now carefully clutched between your fingers.

You wasted no time then, pulling open the book and desperately skimming for whatever the hell he was talking about.

You weren’t sure what on earth you expected to find when you flicked through its pages, but it most certainly wasn’t a plethora of sticky tabs with scrawled notes on about how the protagonist reminded him of you.

You expected even less, then, to find a note in Jess’ handwriting at the very back of the book declaring that he realised halfway through — when the two love interests whose relationship bore a crazy resemblance to your own, realised that they were in fact in love — that he’d been stupid to deny that he even liked you, let alone that he’d quite obviously fallen stupidly in love with you.

Shock coursed through you, your heart racing at the uncharacteristically romantic and yet somehow still so incredibly Jess gesture.

You stood up, almost knocking over your chair as you placed the book under your arm and turned to leave, “I’ll be back—uh, soon.”

Luke nodded, “Go get him kiddo.”

You smiled, butterflies whirling in your stomach as you left the diner almost as quickly as Jess had just minutes ago.

You knew exactly where you’d find him — perched on the bridge swinging his feet and letting his mind convince him you wouldn’t in a million years feel the same.

When he heard the sound of your footsteps approaching, you saw him clench his eyes shut as if in hope that he was imagining you and that you’d soon disappear.

“You can’t confess your love for me and then run away, Jess,” you bit your lip as you teased him softly, “It’s not fair not to give me a chance to say it back properly. You do get bonus points for how much of a romance novel cliché that move is, though.”

He sighed, a deep heavy sigh of relief, and it was as though suddenly he reverted to his usual self, “Technically the book confessed my love for you, actually. And the window for reciprocating hasn’t quite closed yet. I’m all ears, pretty girl.”

You loved this.

You loved how easy things always were for you with Jess.

Everything that went unspoken still never went unsaid — sure, you’d been flirtatious friends for a while now, uncertain of quite how seriously he reciprocated your feelings, but deep down you always sort of knew.

You loved that ever since he’d come to Stars Hollow, he’d shown that he cared in his own silly little ways.

And he loved you.

And you loved him.

You sat down at his side, still clutching the book tightly as he finally looked across at you with a small smile.

“You’re such a romantic, huh? I didn’t know you had it in you,” you nudged his side teasingly, “But I— Jess I do love you, and I’ve probably loved you for a long time even though I didn’t want to let myself admit it.”

“Wow, okay Mr Darcy… Wait ‘til Luke hears that the real reason you’ve only just told me that is because you think he’s embarrassing,” he mocked, but you felt him shuffle closer, “I’ve definitely loved you for longer than I thought I had too, if it makes you feel any better.”

“Much better, Miss Bennet,” you laughed, linking your arms and leaning against his shoulder as he pressed a small kiss to the top of your head.

You felt Jess’ chest rise and fall as you closed your eyes and let the sound of the stream beneath you wash over you.

“So, like, I don’t know the protocol with the whole ‘best friends to lovers’ trope like you do, so you’re gonna have to help me out here,” Jess chuckled.

You sat back up to look at him whilst still keeping hold of his arm, “Hmm, I think what’s meant to happen next is you kiss me and ask to take me on a real date. Pretty sure that’s right.”

“Right, everyone’s favourite cliche moment,” Jess rolled his eyes jokingly but cupped your face with his palms, “God, what have you done to me?”

“You looove me,” your response was muffled as he pressed his lips to yours to shut you up, at first gently and then with a touch more urgency.

When you pulled away, he let go of your face and smiled softly, “So about that date?”

“You got it, Mariano,” you grinned, kissing him quickly once more as you paused, “But you’re going to have a tough time doing anything as romantic as annotating my favourite book and writing me a love note, you know.”

He scoffed, “Oh I’ve got plenty more where that came from, Y/N.”

“Is that a threat?” you giggled, leaning back into his side.

“Just you wait and see.”

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ok so i kinda lost my way with this a bit eventually and i’m sorry it’s quite short but i had sooooo much fun writing it. i love jess so fucking much and i’m so grateful for all the jess requests i get — trying v hard to work through them asap because it’s so fun.

thanks for reading! here’s my masterlist for more <3

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𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜- Study Sesh

Paring : Steven Meeks x fem reader

TW : (brief) mentions of biblical studies and Pythagorean Identities.

[this is my first imagines by the way, so please excuse any mistake or poor writing (I tried to not mention any racial aspects, but lmk what I can improve)]

Latin was always a subject you mastered. It got much easier once you began to assimilate Latin with French, which, by the way, you were also pretty good at. One was a dead language, not spoken nowadays, but really useful when doing biblical studies, and then the other was the language of romance, the one people thought of when asked to say the most romantic and sexy language there is.

Though, besides languages and the occasional English, you weren’t really exceptional in any other subject, especially Trigonometry. It's not like you were failing, not at all actually, but you simply couldn't excel it like, by example, literature. That's why you’re pushing yourself to the edge, so you can get better at the calculus assimilated subjects, and that's why you asked Steven Meeks for help.

The two of you have always been friends, talking to each other in the corridors, of course being together in study groups, and also being a part of the same secret society. But apart from those friendly interactions, you didn't stand out as actually being friends, so much so, that few people actually believed that you even knew who Steven was. Being the only girl at Welton preparatory school due to your high intellectual level ( and family history) made you quite popular, so why would you, willingly, hang out with Steven Meeks? That's what they all thought, though, no one dared to say it out loud.

"I still don't understand this." You said, a loud sigh leaving your mouth quickly after as you stared at the problem filled paper in front of you.

Steven let out a small low chuckle, though it was clear he didn't mean it in an offensive way. "This is actually simpler than it looks" he begins, moving the paper a bit closer to him, and scooting lightly closer to you. "Once you understand the concept, it'll all make sense." And to that, you nods, gaze switching from the paper to his face, admiring his soft freckles, beautiful eyes and- and how he begins to explain Pythagorean Identities.

"Alright. So. Pythagorean identities. The most important one is kind of like the golden rule of trig: sin?0 + cos 0 = 1. That's the foundation, everything else branches from this." He explains.

You leaned in, the scent of your sweet raspberry perfume just barely brushing the air between them. "But why does that even work?"

Steven looked at you not just any glance, but the kind of look that says I see you struggling, and I want to help you out of it. "Because it comes from the Pythagorean Theorem." He says, but swing the confusion linger on your face, he grabs a piece of blank paper and a pencil and begins to draw." Picture this: a right triangle inside the unit circle. The hypotenuse is 1. The x-value is cose, the y-value is sine. So when you square both and add them up... it just always equals 1."

You blinked, eyes narrowing slightly in concentration as they switch from the homework, to Steven's drawing. "So it's not just a random formula-they actually mean something."

He nodded, a little too pleased you were catching on. "Exactly. And the other two identities are built off this one. Like, if you divide everything by cos?0, you get: 1 + tan?0 = sec?0. And if you divide by sin'® instead, it becomes: cot?0 + 1 = cscª0. It's like a family of truths that are all connected."

You bit your lip, scribbling it down, then looked sideways at him. "Do you always talk about math like it's poetry?" You ask with a small smile. Steven, just like you, has always taken a special liking to poetry, and just like everyone else, after just a few classes with Mr. Keating, it became a bigger, more important part of his life, so of course it was no surprise to see him romanticizing trigonometry.

Steven smiled, a faint flush rising in his cheeks. "It makes it easier to understand, does it not?" he tilts his head lightly at you, seeing as you wrote the problem's answer down on the paper, with your perfect calligraphy, while your beautiful, hair fell next to you. Your eyes seemed to shine as you understood each problem, they looked beautiful, you looked so beautiful. At least that's what he thought.

"I suppose it does" A soft laughter is heard leaving your mouth. There was a beat of silence-just the hush of pages turning in the distance and the soft tapping of your pen again. "You know," you said, not looking at him this time, "I usually hate asking for help."

"I know," he replied, glancing at her-noticing the tension in your jaw softening a little. "But I kind of like that you asked me.

Their eyes met. Just for a second. A heartbeat.

“I do too.” She said softly, turning to look at her notes once again. Her cheeks were feeling hotter, she didn’t want to look up.

“Do you need help with anything els-“ Before he could finish his frase, Aurora began speaking once again, mustering up enough courage to glance at him.

“Would you like to hang out? Outside of school?” She asks, cheeks getting hotter and hotter .

“That’d be pretty nice, actually.” Steven’s now held held a crimson tint, although he tried to act like he wasn’t about to jump out of happiness.

“Cool” she says, attempting to act nonchalant, but giving him a shy smile.

“Cool.” He answers back, returning her smile.

[luckyshinyhunter]

Gravity Falls Headcanons

Warning, contains drinking and spoilers for the entire show, so bewarb!

The twins have a YouTube channel.

The Pines goes fishing on the Stan-o-war.

Stan, Fidds and Ford are Bisexual.

Mabel, Wendy and Pacifica are Pansexual.

Dipper and Wendy are Trans, while Tracey is Asexual and Quattro is Aro-ace.

Stan sometimes drinks when he's working on the portal but he stops when he heard that the kids were coming to stay with him for the summer.

Mabel introduced Stan to fanfiction, he made a bunch of fics about The Duchess Approves even though they are not age-appropriate but Soos likes them to show his support.

The Pines family, Soos and Fiddleford are Autistic.

Ford does some yoga and meditation.

Soos and Melody temporarily owns the Stanmobile.

Fiddleford got a makeover, thanks to Pacifica and Tate.

Soos and Stan spend Father's day together.

While helping Stan with his memory problem, Ford doesn't wanna talk about Filbrick, knowing that it felt trigging talking about the bad memories with him involved.

Soos hosts Karaoke night as the Mystery Shack.

Ford made a special back brace for Fidds.

Though Stan is the better cook, Ford is kinda bad at cooking but does practice and gets better from time to time, especially at baking.

Dipper helps Mabel via tutoring, but Stan or Ford does help them with homework from time to time.

After reconciling with his dad, Tate and Fiddleford would go fishing or do a jam session.

Stan give the kids boxing lessons and give them a old speed bag to practice on, Dipper mostly uses it just to remove stress, of course Stan is proud to see the kid hold his own.

Ford helps Mabel with her new sweaters design and models for her or add new concoctions to her Mabel juice.

Dipper and the Multibear are fans of Sabrina Carpenter and would sing some of her songs during Karaoke night.

Sometimes Stan visits the farm where Compy lives to check on him and plans to break him out.

Even though they still celebrate Hanukkah, the Pines family also celebrate Christmas.

The stan twins loved The Wizard of Oz, but haven't heard of Wicked until Mabel had the gang watch it for movie night.

Ford teared up because the film reminded him of a lot of their childhood and how much he relate to both Glinda and Elphaba.

Stan does too but tries to brush it off and said the film was fine until Soos caught him humming to popular the next day.

Even though he's does have some resentment towards Ford, Tate respects his dad's choice of giving Ford a chance.

The kids made a list of old and new shows to watch for the stan twins.

Stan can speak fluent spanish and brazilian while Ford can speak french, japanese and many other languages.

Stan and Dipper have their own guys night, even inviting Ford, Fiddleford and Soos to join if they have the time.

Mabel, Pacifica and Soos are huge Chappell Roan fans.

Stan can play the ukulele while Ford can play the pan flute.

Ford had a crush on Fiddleford since college but after he got married, he eventually moved on until he called him about making the portal.

After weirdmageddon, Ford confessed his love for him, he was shocked but felt the same way back.

Ford and Fiddleford text or video chat a lot, talking about the discoveries they made.

Even though he finds it a bit irritating, Stan is happy and is very supportive to his brother, even if his taste is somewhat questionable.

The kids received packages from both the stan twins and the residents of Gravity Falls, leading up to the day they come back.

Soos got Fiddleford in a lot of anime and the two watch a bunch of classic or new anime together.

Ford gave Dipper his very own journal to record his own adventures.

After coming across them in the woods, Fiddleford pretty much adopted the Dipper clones and have them live in his mansion.

Stan does cuts his hair sometimes, but likes keep it longer or have it as a ponytale.

Ford still has the green shorts from college.

Dipper and Soos got Ford and Fiddleford invested in Pokémon.

Ford and Fiddleford would go hiking or make robots together as some form of a date.

The stan twins reconnect with Shermie, As expected he was pissed for not telling him about everything that happen but happy to see them again

Instead of destroying them, Ford gave the journals to Fidds, hiding them where only he could find them.

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This was written for Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek; Week 4 [April 20-April 26, 2025] – Science fiction. In order to triumph over Klaus, Caroline’s friends used the Ascendant to create a prison world and then trapped him there — along with Caroline.

Warning: Angst

“Losing your way on a journey is unfortunate. But, losing your reason for the journey is a fate more cruel.” — H.G. Wells

Closed Door

            Because Caroline had been gaping in wide-eyed wonder at the sparkling sea beyond the cliff, she didn’t realize Klaus was behind her until his claws were digging into her throat. “You did this,” he roared, black veins crawling underneath his furious gaze as he displayed his double set of hybrid fangs. “You conspired with those imbecilic friends of yours to banish me to this wretched nightmare!”

            Terrified, she uselessly struggled in his grasp, nails biting into his flesh until they wept blood. “Klaus, what’s going on,” she finally gasped out, her vision swimming with tears as he violently tossed her to the cobblestones. Cobblestones. Where the fuck had Bonnie sent them that there were cobblestone streets overlooking...which ocean was this? It didn’t look like the Pacific or Atlantic and she’d never been anywhere else. There were wooden carts parked outside a tiny house with a thatched roof. It was like...oh shit. Momentarily forgetting Klaus’ rage, she asked irritably, “Did Bonnie fucking banish us to like Mediterranean Colonial Williamsburg or something?”

            Klaus looked at her in bafflement, letting out a bark of laughter as he raked his fingers through his messy curls. “I’m fairly certain the Bennett witch used the Ascendant to banish us to 1114 Italy.” Eyeing the people milling about chattering in a language Caroline didn’t recognize, he explained, “The mystical relic creates a prison dimension to punish those that witches deem too dangerous to exist on the mortal plane.”

            She hesitantly looked around, but didn’t bother doing more than sitting up in the cobblestone street where Klaus had thrown her. “So, this isn’t real?”

            Something about the hopefulness of her tone seemed to set him off again. “Oh, it’s real enough, sweetheart. Your friends shoved us into this prison dimension, closed the door and melted the blasted key! We’re bloody fucking fucked and it’s your fault! You served as a distraction yet again, because I’m your tamed beast — nothing more than a circus animal you lead about for your amusement!”

            She gaped at him, still dizzy from the portal. She fuzzily remembered Elena inviting her over to Bonnie’s and they had convinced her to help with the window box planters. She should’ve been suspicious — her friends would rather do trig homework than any yard work. Then the Salvatores had flashed into the backyard and Damon had grabbed her. And then Klaus had appeared...

            With a small gasp, she realized, “You were there to rescue me. It must’ve been another one of Damon’s idiotic plans.” Shaking her head, she drew her knees up to her chin, staring listlessly as the artful rips in her jeans. “I wasn’t helping my friends this time. They tricked me too. Obviously, they didn’t care what happened to me since I’m stuck here with you.” She had no one. At least before she could pretend she had people who cared about her. But never again.  

            She could feel his hesitation, but the fury and suspicion still rolled off of him in waves. She braced herself for vicious fangs and an incurable bite that would kill her in the slowest, most painful way possible. Instead, the scrape of his boots on the worn cobblestones told her he flashed away.

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            At some point, Caroline peeled herself off the cobblestones, frowning as she realized not one person had stopped to ask if she was okay. Stressed and terrified, she gave into her monster and let it come to the surface. She hissed and flashed her fangs at a group of farmers hauling burlap sacks of grain. She swiped at them, desperate to touch, but instead her hands went through them as if they were ghosts. There wasn’t a single reaction — no screams, no peasants running after her with pitchforks and torches — nothing. She stomped her feet and waved her arms at some chickens and a goat being herded into a paddock — and still nothing.

            That’s when she realized what it meant to be banished to this prison world. She and Klaus were alone here. They couldn’t interact with the villagers or animals and that meant they couldn’t eat. Her friends had sentenced her to desiccation. She’d known they were desperate to get rid of Klaus, but to sacrifice her to do it? A pained sob escaped as she flashed down the narrow cobblestone streets. She was alone.

            No sooner had that depressing thought crossed her mind then she practically tumbled right over a pair of legs propped up on the base of a stone statue. Klaus. She whirled around with a gasp, hastily swiping at her cheeks. To distract herself, she studied the Italian villa before them, the rough-hewn stonework demonstrating an artistry she’d ever seen before. It was humbling to be reminded of how little she’d seen of the world growing up in a small town. And now she’d never see any of it again.

            “What is it?”

            The softness of his tone surprised her. “Besides everything,” she asked flippantly. Not quite ready to tell him what she’d discovered, she asked instead, “Why Italy in 1114? It’s too precise of a year to be random. Why did my fr— they use the Ascendant to send us to this place?” She grimaced as she nearly called them her friends. They weren’t her friends. Not anymore. Maybe they never had been.

            Klaus angrily jabbed at the base of the statue with his boot, the sculpture of what appeared to be a Greek goddess wobbled slightly. “I suspect the Mystic Falls gang wanted to inflict as much pain upon me as possible. Likely those wretched spirits that speak to the Bennett witch told her everything she needed to know about this dark time in my life.” 

            Staring down at his hands until they trembled, he revealed, “In this remote Italian village in 1114, I slaughtered five vampire hunters who tried to kill me and my family. I suffered the Hunter’s Curse for my actions, haunted by hallucinations that tried to convince me to kill myself. My siblings took me to this villa and locked me inside while they tried to save me.”

            The bitterness and sorrow that laced Klaus’ voice made Caroline turn away once more. Morbid curiosity forced her to ask, “How long did the hallucinations last?”

            “52 years, four months, and nine days.”

            She found herself collapsing next to him on the hard ground, a wounded-animal squeak leaving her lips. “Jesus fuck.”

            “You’ve certainly captured the scope of the tragedy,” he commented mildly. He tilted his curly head, gray eyes studying her intently. “You didn’t know what your friends had planned.”

            “They’re not my friends,” Caroline instinctively snarled. At Klaus’ quizzical eyebrow, she realized he was waiting on her answer to his question. With an aggravated sigh, she said, “No.”

            “No,” he agreed with an almost companionable nod. Steel flashed in his gaze as he asked, “But had you known, you would’ve sacrificed yourself for their plan.”

            She could feel the weight of his question and what it cost him to ask it. But what would it cost her to answer it? Lips twisted down into a grimace, she sighed, hating her helpless tone. “Yes.”

            Klaus let out an unexpected chuckle. “And you wonder why I’m draw to you. Do you know how many creatures would lie and tell me what I wanted to hear out of cowardice or self-preservation?”

            She shrugged, her cheeks heating at his words. To distract herself, she grabbed a handful of sharp pebbles and tossed them one by one into the shallow puddles scattered around the stone garden wall. “It depends. If you’ve terrified them, then sure, they’ll tell you all sorts of lies to keep their heads and hearts right where they are. But if you’ve pissed them off enough, they’d go out of their way to tell you the meanest truths they can think of just out of spite.”

            He nudged her leg with his boot, an unexpected playfulness to Klaus’ gaze as he proclaimed, “You’re still in your infancy and yet so insightful. Not to mention that utter fearlessness you wield like a blunt instrument every time we’re together. Even now, you must be just as unsettled as I in this confounding situation, but the face you show is resolute. Determined. You’re extraordinary, sweetheart.”

            Why did Klaus have to be so Klaus? He was a bloodthirsty, violent megalomaniac who could kill her a thousand different ways the second his mood shifted. But then he’d stare at her like that and say all the right things...

            As a pair of laughing women walked by carrying woven baskets of linens, Caroline was reminded of their immediate concern. Taking a breath, she asked hesitantly, “Have you tried to feed yet?” 

            Gray eyes sharply assessed her before Klaus rose to his feet, once more an imposing figure against the backdrop of the villa. “No. What is it,” he asked, gaze quickly sweeping their surroundings as though to spot the danger before she could reveal it.

            “There’s nothing to eat here,” she blurted out, the horror of it all making her throat scratchy with unshed tears. She slapped the stone ground with enough force that it cracked. “We can touch everything here except anything that would help us survive. No people, no animals, nothing. We’re going to desiccate and eventually we’ll die.” 

            Klaus flashed over to her and pulled her up into his into his arms without hesitation, cradling her with such gentleness she began to cry. “Shh sweetheart, we’ll find a way.” He boldly caressed her cheek, hybrid gold flashing in his gaze as he swore, “And then we’ll make everyone who tried to trap us pay.” He kissed her with an urgency she felt all the way down to her toes.

            When they finally broke apart, Caroline was surprised to see a knowing smile on his face. At her confusion, he explained, “Did you know that the Ascendant can be used to harness the power of a celestial event to create a portal within a prison dimension?”

            “No?” Where was he going with this?

            “Well, I suspect the dimwits who put us here didn’t know that either.” He smirked, dimples prominently on display as he whispered playfully, “And I bet they also didn’t know that there’s going to be an eclipse in less than a month.”

            They could walk right out of their prison with the right know-how and ingredients. And from the way Klaus was grinning, it was clear he had both. But even less than a month still was too long — at least for her. All that would be left of her would be leathery skin and brittle bones. 

            As though he understood her dark thoughts, Klaus playfully nipped at her jaw, sending a pleasurable shiver down her spine. “We’ll feed from each other and our immortal bodies will replenish the blood.” 

            He made it sound so easy. Caroline was sure there were things Klaus was keeping from her, but if it was a choice between a slow, agonizing death or blood-sharing with her inconveniently hot enemy, her itching fangs already were telling her everything she needed to know. 

[ariesqueencobra]

what we used to be |  l

Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

Summary: You meet a new kid and your feelings for your best friend are said aloud.

Warnings: mentions of bullying, mentions of slut shaming, implications of violence, implications of strict parents

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Starting my first ever series for Eli! I always wanted to do a series following his story line in the show along with a female character so I did! I'm aware of other series being done like this by other writers on here, but this will be my own unique twist. There are similarities because it does follow the show's storyline but different because of my own interpretations!

I don't consent to this work being copied, translated or reposted.

“If the limit never approaches anything, then the limit does not exist,” you listened to Eli as he helped you with your math homework. “But in this case, it does, so what is it?” he pointed at the problem on the sheet.

“Two?” you furrowed your brows, trying your best not to sound like you were guessing. 

“C’mon, Y/N, you’re in Calculus for a reason,” he encouraged.

“Only because I passed Trig with an 89, they only let me in because of pity,” you frowned. 

Calculus has been your enemy since the beginning of the semester. You really didn’t want to take the class in the first place but your parents had been adamant about you taking higher-level classes. You would’ve been fine filling up your schedule with more creative art classes like ceramics and photography, but that wasn’t the agreement. 

Math and science classes were part of the agreement. 

Thankfully, you had two smart best friends who helped you whenever you had trouble.

“My advice?” Demetri spoke up.

You and Eli glanced at him, a knowing look on both your faces.

To be honest, while you had two best friends, only one was good at helping you out. 

Demetri on the other hand? He had a habit of giving unsolicited advice. But because you loved him, you tolerated and actually encouraged him to hear what he had to say. 

“Rewatch Mean Girls,” he deadpanned. 

You let out a chuckle. “What I’m hearing is, that you guys are agreeing to watch it for our next movie night,” you grinned.

Both boys groaned.

“I’m fine watching your sci-fi, superhero films, but a girl needs her rom coms and chick flicks,” you mused. 

Being the only girl and having vastly different interests compared to the guys, there were moments where you felt outnumbered. Sometimes you have to plead for one movie night to be your pick. 

“I’d be down for Mean Girls this Friday,” Eli shrugged.

You silently clapped your hands, face creeping up with heat when you and Eli made eye contact.

“Demitiri?” you turned your attention to your other best friend.

After a minute, he rolled his eyes, agreeing.

“This Friday, my place,” you grinned. “Both my parents will be having a date night, so we’ll have the place to ourselves,”.

“Are you sure your dad will allow that?” Demetri cocked a brow. “That man is scary and I don’t want to know what will happen when he sees his daughter home alone with two boys,” he shuddered. 

“He won’t mind, he likes you guys,” you attempted to reassure. “Besides, we’re just watching a movie,”.

“We know that, but will he?” Demetri asked in a mix of sarcasm and sincerity. 

“C’mon, my dad isn’t that scary,” you trailed. 

“I-I don’t think he likes me very much,” Eli said quietly. 

“He does,” you straightened up. “Don’t worry about my dad guys, you’ve known him for ten years,” you stated.

You watched as the boys avoided your gaze, the sound of the cafeteria surrounded you when they both fell silent. Leaning back in your seat, you wondered why they were bringing this up now. 

Like he read your mind, Demetri spoke up, “I’m just pointing out an observation I’ve noticed for the last few years. The older we get, the more of a threat your dad thinks we are,” he explained. “Guess it’s the raging teenage hormones!” he gestured with his hands, joking at the end.

Eli’s lips spread out into a smirk.

Relaxing, you shook your head at the way your best friend acted, even though you found the joke to be funny.

For the next few minutes, Eli went on to explain limits to you. You were about to ask a question when a new presence stopped you.

“Hey, can I sit here?” 

You all turned your attention to a kid with dark hair and brown eyes, a tray in his hand as he gestured at the empty seat next to Eli. 

You were about to welcome him until Demitri beat you to it. 

“Check back next semester as you can see we’re entirely booked,” he said sarcastically but the new kid didn’t catch it.

With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, he was about to walk away. 

“He’s kidding, you can sit,” you gestured to the empty seat. “I’m Y/N, that’s Demitri and Eli,” you introduced. 

“Miguel,” he nodded.

Just then, Yasmine and her entourage walked passed, causing Miguel to go into a trance. 

You frowned at his reaction. You hated that just cause they were pretty, it forgave all the terrible things they’ve done to your friends and you.

“You’re just torturing yourself,” Demetri warned. “They’re the rich girls”.

“Do you talk to them or…?” Miguel asked.

“Yeah, all the time,” Demetri feigned a smirk. “We hang out after school, make out,” he shrugged. “Eli is homecoming king, and gets laid more than anyone”.

You rolled your lips together, glancing at your lap.

“You pretty much signed away all hopes of losing your virginity before college the moment you sat at this table,” he frowned. 

Comments like that reminded you that boys will be boys. In the sense that virginity is still frowned upon. The societal pressure to lose it before a certain age disgusted you. 

What happened to not conforming to society's rules?

“Oh, great, Yasmine is looking at us,” Eli narrowed in on himself, his voice pulling you out of your thoughts. “Probably making fun of me”.

“I wouldn’t assume that,” you reassured. “She’s always going to have that nasty look on her face,” you grimaced.

Then you made eye contact with her. 

She whispered something to Moon, causing both of them to burst out laughing. 

You figured she was making fun of you again, calling you a slut or whatever. Dropping your gaze to your food, you checked your phone for the time.

“I gotta go, it was nice meeting you,” you smiled towards Miguel as you got up. 

“What about your homework?” Eli asked.

“I got limits now,” you attempted to reassure but your composure fell when you accidentally looked Yasmine’s way. “Besides I have to get my sketch done before class,” you hoisted your bag over your shoulder. 

Art was your passion. Since you could talk, you could draw. Your best friends might’ve been computer nerds, but you? You were an artistic geek. 

Still, as talented as you were, Yasmine and Moon used that area of your life to make fun of you. Whether it was a silly doodle you drew during class or an actual piece you worked your ass off for class. 

They tried to diminish your spirit with your art, but thankfully you haven’t lost it yet.

Shaking your head to brush the thoughts away, you gulped down the lump in your throat and managed to make your way down the hall to your art class twenty minutes early.

While you were gone from the lunchroom, the conversation at the table shifted, focusing on you.

“Do you like her or something?” Miguel asked Eli.

The awkward boy stilled at the newcomer’s question, opting to fidget with his fingers while staring at his tray. He didn’t think he was being obvious, the only other person who knew of his infatuation with you was Demetri. 

“He’s been in love with her since they met in kindergarten, her too but they’re too scared to admit it,” Demetri answered for him. “I think they’ll get married before either of them admit they do like each other,”.

It was true. 

You liked Eli and Eli liked you.

The moment you laid eyes on him on the playground, that was it for the two of you. But both of you are socially awkward, insecure people…neither of you had the guts to tell each other how you truly feel.

Leaving Demetri to stand and watch at the mutual pining unwind for the last ten years.

“I’m not in love with her,” Eli defended. “Besides, she wouldn’t ever like someone like me,” he folded in on himself. 

“You won’t know if you never strike first,” Miguel tried to reason. 

“Good luck with getting Eli to do that,” Demerit said.

Eli sighed, keeping his gaze down. As much as he wanted to argue, he knew deep down that his friend was right.

~

“Keep this door open,” your dad barked quickly followed by your mother scolding him.

The door had been half-way opened, or half-way closed, when he walked past. He decided it wasn’t to his standards so he made sure the door was wide, banging it against the adjacent wall.

“Sorry,” you said, not looking up from your notebook.

You were sitting in your room, Eli helping you study for your Clac quiz tomorrow. It was a routine for the two of you, hanging out after school and doing homework. Quality time well spent and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Sometimes Demetri would join but he decided to play Dungeon Lord after school today. Part of you was happy to hear he wouldn’t be joining.

Especially when that meant you spent more time with Eli. Meaning there would be more brief moments where your shoulders or knees would brush. Which would send butterflies straight to your tummy.

“Miguel seems nice,” Eli shrugged, placing his pen down. “He mentioned something about karate, he wants all of us to join,” he smiled lightly.

“Really?” you smirked. “What did Demetri say to that?” you laughed, knowing he had some highlighted opinions about it.

“Wasn’t on board, but I don’t know,” he glanced down. “Maybe it could be fun,” he said.

“If you want to,” you passed him a smile. “It’d be nice to see you kick Kyler’s ass for once,” you sighed, glancing at the problem in your book.

You missed the way he frowned but he continued, “You should join too,”. 

“Me?” your eyes widened and you glanced up to meet his gaze. 

“Yeah,” he cracked a grin. One that was big and genuine, something that only happened in front of you or Demetri. “You’d be great at kicking ass too,” he reasoned. 

“In my dreams,” you huffed out a laugh. “I can barely do a push-up,” you shook your head. 

“Maybe just think about it,” he suggested.

“Okay, I will,” you nodded. “So, how am I doing?” you licked your lips. 

You pushed your notebook between the two of you. 

Both of you leaned in, your shoulders brushing against each other. Anytime you inhaled, you smelled him. 

He smelled nice. 

“You’re doing good, you just need to remember that an open circle means the limit exists but not in the function,” he pointed at the problem you got wrong. 

“Stupid circles,” you huffed out a breath, running a hand over your hair. “Thanks again, Eli,” you pressed your lips into a soft smile. 

“You’re going to do great, okay?” he nudged his elbow with yours. 

“Okay,” you nodded, allowing yourself to believe. 

You went over the material for a few minutes, your mind getting lost in all things limits and functions. 

Unbestowent to you though, Eli was watching you. 

He watched the way your nose would scrunch when you didn’t understand what you read the first time around. The way your lashes fluttered as you scanned the page. The way you would lick your lips in concentration. The way you would crack your knuckles when they got too stiff. 

He was utterly in love with you. 

Being friends for ten years, you’d reach that point without even dating. Even if it was just puppy love, he knew one thing for sure—he likes you, a lot. 

He doubted himself when he thought about what Demetri said. And when he thought about the comment Kyler made earlier of him being a loser. He had come home crying, knowing he was never going to get a girlfriend because of the way he looked. But then his mind thought to Miguel. 

Maybe he could be wrong, maybe he could get a girlfriend. Maybe it could be you.

Without second-guessing any further, he opened his mouth.

“Hey, Y/N?” he cleared his throat. 

“Yeah?” you reached your gaze to his, your head resting in your palm. 

“I like you,” he confessed, face going pale at the fact that he actually said that to you. 

Your eyes went wide, face blank as you took in his words. You didn’t say anything for a few moments, just staring at your best friend. 

“I-you know, never mind, I shouldn’t have said anything,” he felt embarrassed, shaking his head as he went back to his homework. 

“Wait!” you reached out and touched his arm. “I like you too,” you gulped, a smile creeping up on your face. 

“Really?” he seemed taken aback.

You nodded enthusiastically. 

The two of you gazed at each other for what felt like a few minutes until you bent over in giggles, still in disbelief. 

“I’m glad you told me,” you reached for his hand on your desk, squeezing it. 

“Me too,” he squeezed it back. 

You felt your cheeks heat up before you turned back to your work. 

The rest of the night was spent with the two of you doing work, holding hands.

~

The next day at school, Eli was sitting with Demetri and Miguel. 

Having just told the news about you and him, he was feeling a little proud of himself that he actually did it. 

And more relieved that you actually reciprocate his feelings.

“I was right, wasn’t I?” Demetri raised a brow.

Eli smiled, his cheeks turning pink while Miguel laughed. 

“I’m glad someone took my advice, now you see my Sensei is legit,” Miguel pointed out. 

Eli nodded, a small smile on his face.

“I’m gonna need more evidence to back it up,” Demerit crossed his arms over his chest. “This,” he gestured to Eli, “has been a work in progress for ten years, your words of encouragement just gave him enough push,” he scoffed. 

About to respond, Eli was stopped by the smell of your perfume. He turned his head to the left just in time to greet you as you approached the table.

“Hi, guys,” you greeted, taking your seat next to Eli. “Hi, Eli,” your cheeks warmed up.

“Hi, Y/N,” his eyes beamed with admiration. “You look nice,” he blushed, glancing over the pretty green sundress you wore today, but his gaze circled back to your face.

“Thanks,” you glanced down, running a hand over the skirt. “It’s been in my closet for a while, I figured it’d be happy to see the light of day,” you shrugged, unaware he wasn’t talking about the dress.

“You should wear it more often,” Eli commented.

Demetri and Miguel sent each other a knowing look before Miguel decided to cut the awkward lovey-dovey talk.

“So, Y/N, did Eli tell you about joining my karate dojo?”

You focused your gaze on him, the warmth of your cheeks dissolving when your mind was pushed away from Eli. “Uh, yeah,” you smiled. “I thought about it, but I don’t know if I want to do something like that. I need my hands for my art, I don’t want them beaten and bruised,” you stifled a laugh. 

Miguel nodded in understanding. “Thanks for thinking about it, Y/N,” he pressed his lips in a smile. 

“No problem. Anyway, do you want to join us for movie night this Friday?” you extended your invitation to him. “You can pick the movie,” you offered. 

“Sure, I’d like that,” he grinned.

“Awesome”. 

~

Friday came around and you were all seated on your couch in the living room watching Spider-Man. 

You actually enjoyed the pick, especially watching the nerdy boy become the hero. One who reminded you a lot of the boy sitting right next to you. 

Miguel was on the recliner, Demetri on the other end of the couch, and Eli in the middle with you on the other side. Except, Eli was scooted closer to you, only a bowl of popcorn separating the two of you. 

Your hands happened to brush a lot when you’d reach for the popcorn. Though, you didn’t mind. 

You had gotten to the part where Peter Parker discovered his powers, a glass in your hand as you had come back from refilling your drink.

“That’s a cool painting,” Miguel noticed the piece of art framed by the TV. 

It was an oceanscape of the beach.

“Y/N painted it,” Eli stated.

“No kidding,” Miguel said in amazement, standing up to study it. “You’re really talented, Y/N,” he smiled over to you. 

“Thanks, that was my first one so my parents framed it,” you shyly said. 

“You should see her sketchbook, it’s filled with the most awesome things,” Eli smiled.

You glanced at him, sending him a thankful look. 

“Can I see?” Miguel’s eyes beamed. “My yaya loves paintings, I’d love to show her your work,” he said.

“Yeah, I’ll grab some that you could take pictures of,” you stood up, cheeks on fire. 

It wasn’t often that you got praised for your art, mainly from your parents or your friends. So this was new. But you took the pleasure from it nonetheless. 

Heading to your room, you grabbed a few of your favorite paintings before you went to your bag in search of your sketchbook, only you couldn’t find it. 

As panic erupted, you thought back to the last time you saw it. You had it in art class and then you went to P.E. You could’ve sworn you had it then, but you guessed you were wrong. 

“I can’t find my sketchbook,” you gulped, walking back to the living room. 

“Maybe you left it in your locker or someone found it and took it to the lost and found,” Miguel offered, gesturing with his hands. 

“Yeah, it’ll turn up,” Demetri reassured. “I don’t think anyone would have wanted to steal it,” he shrugged.

“We’ll help you find it on Monday,” Eli said, reaching for your hand.

“Thanks, guys,” you blew out your breath.

You were glad you had them and you really hoped your sketchbook turned up. 

Part of you didn’t want to think about it, but you were worried about who had it if they did. And it only traced back to two girls.

~

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[lullxby]

Hey lovely. Are you still writing for Niccolo? If so, please could I request something along the lines of him noticing you’re really off and running on empty and that you need rest? Thank you x

.✦ NO COMPLAINTS (n.g.)

IN WHICH… a boy notices his bestfriend about to crash, and decides to lend a hand.

W. C. : .6k

PAIRING : niccolo govender x fem!reader

A/N : im bacckkk! thank you thank you thank you for this request, i loved writing it + it got me out of my slump!

WARNING(S) : none, no ‘y/n’ use!

| BABY MASTERLIST | NAVIGATION |

Niccolo Govender was not one known for being soft. Hell, he wasn’t ‘known’ by many, barely opening up, even to his closest friends. One girl was an exception to this rule, and her nose was currently buried in a book beside him.

The last time he had even gotten a word out of her had been two hours ago, and it was just a mumble about ‘college applications’ and ‘needing to place well.’ Those were important, he wasn’t denying that, but there were more important things. Like resting, and nourishing one’s body. Things she hadn’t been doing.

“Hey, Brainiac,” he hummed, poking her hunched shoulder with a stray pencil. Eraser end, of course. He barely got a shrug in response.

Then he tried pulling her precious textbook away. That only earned him a glare.

At least she was looking at him now.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he mused, his voice raspy from lack of use.

“What?” She huffed. Niccolo took in the way her eyebrows were furrowed, an angry crease appearing in the middle. Her jaw was set tightly, and he was surprised her teeth hadn’t shattered from the pressure. All that, yet he didn’t falter.

He couldn’t even think about it. Not with the darkness under her eyes, or the way her hands shook slightly. Not enough for someone else to notice, but he wasn’t just ‘somebody.’

“It’s almost midnight, it’s time to take a break,” he cooed, keeping his voice soft despite not being particularly practiced in doing so.

“Can’t. I wanna finish this tonight so I can focus on my essay tomorrow. I only have a little bit left.”

He would’ve submitted, let her keep working. If she hadn’t said that same thing an hour ago. He went silent, which she believed meant she could keep working. Oh, was she wrong.

“What do you have left?” His voice suddenly rang out, blocking her train of thought.

“A bit of writing, plus my Trig homework.”

He grinned at her words, ignoring her whines as he grabbed the textbook titled Trigonometry. He wasn’t in her class, but had the same teacher and had already finished the homework. He was good at it, too.

“I’m stellar at Trig. Got almost a perfect grade,” The boy responded to her protests, already flipping open the book and finding the page he remembered the homework being on.

It was clear she wasn’t going to let herself rest until she was finished. So, he settled for trying to help her finish faster.

“Finish your writing, Sweetheart. Then you can order yourself somethin’ to eat off my phone and properly relax.” His voice wasn’t harsh or rude, but it was firmer than it had been before, leaving no room for argument.

Only half an hour later, her work was finally all finished, thanks to him. The two were now in her bed, with Niccolo slumped against the headboard and his best friend curled up against his chest.

He had been right. She barely ate any food before falling asleep. He didn’t say anything about it, didn’t mention it as she dozed off in his arms, one of those shitty rom-coms she loved playing softly in the background. He couldn’t complain, after all.

He could never, would never complain about her.

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[theresamouseinmyhouse]

tim + brentwood characters as boys i was legitimately friends with in high school and think of every single day:

Buzz- Jake (fake names for all of my friends bc privacy reasons) who complained about hanging out with nerds, got into a fistfight with someone else on his football team bc they called us nerds, was thoroughly convinced he'd run laps faster if he was hopped up on pixie stix (i held his backback while he got sick in the bathroom���👍), he tried to hit on my older sister and she laughed at him, he was so put out he contemplated becoming a monk for a week

Wes: Max, who i helped sneak an entire bottle of orange juice on to the bus to our choir competition, but was unaware he brought a full bottle of vodka as well, ended up crying on our choir teacher for the three hours after the comp and i bought him a box of donuts after school, he did not stop doing this and had severe beef with a kid he knew in 5th grade and hadnt seen since but also hadnt forgotten their name and last i knew, was still awaiting for a dreaded confrontation to eventually come

Kip: Eduardo, who we all thought was studying during lunch but was actually filling his notebook with weird facts he observed about us and also managed to chew several packs of gum at once throughout our math class before the teacher noticed him, didnt know the plot to the clockwork orange so i lied about it for 5 weeks before he read it and called me just to tell me "you lying frog" befire he hung up

Ali: Ángel, who lied several times on separate occasions to the campus security about where people smoked, forgot what chihuahuas were twice, and almost drowned when he was swimming except his older brother got him and he immediately called me while waiting for the ambulance to tell me he almost fucking died, randomly sang a song about crabs he made up throughout the day

Danny: Ben, helped me with my biology homework because i helped him with essays, once released a live rat into the computer classroom because he had beef with the teacher, once texted me at 11 p.m. because he was having a mental breakdown over his chem work before he realized he was actually looking at trig and i told him id shoot him with a tranq gun if he woke me up like this again, kept forgetting how to tie his shoes

Tim: Teddy, he catfished 6 men over the age of 30 by pretending to be a 13 yr old girl and lured them to the part of town where there is an absurd amount of wild dogs that evade animal control and are known to maul humans, i watched him lockpick the english teacher's door so he could take back an essay he wrote bc it was actually a slash fic he printed out and turned in by accident, we hung out at a dennys once and he accidentally put his hand in syrup, looked me dead in the eye and said "i did that bc im gay" and wore pastel pink for a month bc it pissed off the hall monitor, his dad, and also six teachers he didnt even have class with

[jamespotterismydaddy]

Worship at your Alter

modern!aemond x reader smut

A/N: ok so originally this one shot was going to be based off of a line from this by the lovely @sleyu but it ended up going in a different direction and i've actually ended up pretty happy with it!

word count: 1,302 words

TW: smut, cockwarming, tummy bulge, mayhaps a little biting, the whole thing is body worship ok guys

You watch your boyfriend as he studies, a violet eye fixated on the page in front of him as he reviews the philosophy of Nietzsche. You like watching him, admiring the focused look on his face when he’s entranced by a certain passage.

“If you spent as much time looking at your homework as you do looking at me then perhaps you wouldn’t be failing pre-calc.” He says, not even looking up at you as he speaks.

“I am not failing math!” You protest insistently. His eye becomes trained on you, a look of disbelief falling upon his features. He then goes back to ignoring you and concentrating on his work. You sigh and try to look at your trig equations but they make you frustrated beyond belief, so you go back to gazing at him. Your eyes flit from his lips to his hair. You like it when he ties his hair back so you can see his face, his heavenly face. You don’t think there is a man in the world so handsome. He must’ve been delicately crafted by the gods themselves, insurmountable effort put into creating a man such as himself.

“Aemond…” You whisper softly. Your hand reaches over to touch the cuff of his button up. His gaze shifts to the wall in front of him; it seems like he is having some sort of mental battle and you wish you could know what he is thinking. His eye falls back onto the page in front of him. He ignores how captivated you seem to be by him. “Aem…” You breathe out again in a hushed tone. You lean over to press a delicate kiss to his cheek. You receive no reaction. You kiss his neck gently.

“Stop that.” He says firmly.

“I need you.” You say. You know he won’t look at you because he won’t be able to control himself if he does.

“We have finals to prepare for.” You can tell Aemond’s resolve is beginning to fade by how hard he grips his highlighter.

You grab his hand and take the highlighter from his hold. You kiss his knuckles before guiding him up your skirt. His eye is still desperately fixed on the book but he doesn’t pull away. You lead him to show how wet you are. You can’t help how enthralled you are by him; you can’t help the fact that only looking at him is enough to arouse you. “You didn’t even have to touch me and look at the effect you have had.”

He doesn’t say a word in response and you think that he may pull his hand away. He breathes heavily and it’s dead silent for a moment.

He makes his decision.

He gives you no chance to react, going straight for the neck as he kisses you ravenously.

“You’re so beautiful.” He murmurs into your skin like he’s trying to make the words imprint onto you.

“Aem…” You whimper as you tug at his shirt.

“I know, darling. I know.” He helps you with the buttons as he litters little love marks all over the curve of your neck, decorating you with hints of red.

When you pull his shirt off, your eyes blow out with desire. The sight of his chest is a stronger aphrodisiac than any chemical can induce. You drop to your knees and make quick work of his belt. The look of longing in his eyes is enough to make you dissolve into a creature that is devoted to him and him alone. You are Psyche to his Eros. You would go to the Underworld for him. You would live and die for him.

“My love…” He breathes out as you take him in your mouth. His hand moves to your hair, delicately guiding your movements but never forcing you.

You could listen to the way he moans and whimpers for hours, the sound more mellifluous than any composition by Chopin could ever be. When he spills his nectar down your throat, you drink it eagerly, wanting to please him in every way.

“My perfect girl.” He praises you, wiping the nectar from the corner of your mouth.

When you stand up, he lifts you under your thighs so he can place you gently on the desk. He flips the script when he kneels in front of you. Now you’re the goddess he worships. Aphrodite and Adonis, the only mortal man who could capture her heart so fully. You sate all of his needs. The ambrosia between your thighs is a delicacy fit only for him. You grip his hair, tugging it at the roots.

“Aemond…” You moan his name, repeating it again and again like a mantra as you feel his tongue against you.

“So fucking good.” He murmurs against you, eating you like it’s his last meal.

His tongue against your pearl, against your folds, it was only a matter of time before you reached your peak, waves of pleasure overtaking you. He stands up again and pushes his mouth against yours. You can feel his longing on his lips.

“Couldn’t be patient, could you? My needly little baby.” He teases before pulling your shirt over your head.

“You say that like you wouldn’t be crying if we stopped now.” You tease back and he nips your collarbone gently where he was working on a new mark. “Ah!” You wince even though he didn’t bite hard enough to hurt you.

“Sorry.” He says, not really meaning it as his lips move to soothe the mark. His hands move behind you to swiftly unclip your bra. If you couldn’t tell he was aroused before, then you can definitely tell now by the way his eye darkens at the sight of your bare chest. He focuses there now, giving equal attention to the left and right as he continues to leave his little love marks, groaning as he does.

“I need you now.” You manage to get out. “All of you.”

He nods and gets closer, beginning to tease your pearl with the tip of himself. You open your mouth to speak, perhaps to tell him to hurry up but you don’t need to as he slips himself in. He gives you a few moments to adjust to him, his size being something your body will likely never fully get used to. He then begins to move slowly but he hits so deep inside you that the pace doesn’t matter. His lips meet yours again and then he leaves little fluttering kisses across your face. You giggle at his actions.

“I love you so much.” He says earnestly. “There’s not a girl in the world who compares to you.” Your heart beats faster as you hear the words.

“I love you forever.” You say back to him as he begins rocking in and out of you again. He reaches so deep that you can see a bulge on your tummy when you look down.

“I’m practically a part of you now.” He says with a smirk, proud that his cock can make a physical imprint on you. His hand goes down to push on the bulge as the other plays with your pearl. Both stimulations at once has you gasping for breath.

“I’m close.” You breathe out.

“I know, my love. I am too.” He leaves another kiss on your bitten lips as he continues to thrust in and out. When he knows you’re both ready, he sheathes himself fully inside of you and lets you milk him of everything he has left. He doesn’t part himself from you, not yet. He holds you close, lifting you up so he can take you to his bed to recover. He keeps you pressed tightly against him for the rest of the night, studying long forgotten.

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[sunflowersandscreams]

adansey kissing fic. i love them

set somewhere in early bllb maybe?

When Adam kisses him, it's like an experiment.

Gansey is doing what he does too often: running in futile circles as he chases Glendower down. Some nights he feels like a hound in pursuit of a fox; predatory, all instinct and no intellect. Tonight, he feels like August rain: sticky and hot, impending, causing misery.

Inexplicably, Adam is here, doing his homework on the floor. Gansey had offered him his desk, but Adam had only shaken his head and dodged all further attempts at chivalry. So Gansey sits in his desk chair, feeling rather like an especially pompous king looking down on his commoners. Then he kicks himself for thinking that at all, because that's exactly the kind of thing Adam would expect, and nothing like what Gansey wants to be.

"Gans, have you done the trig questions?" Adam asks. His voice betrays nothing, but something sticks out to Gansey.

Adam is, without a doubt, the smartest person he's ever known. For him to be asking Gansey for help with trigonometry is absurd. It has to be an excuse for something, but for what, Gansey doesn't know.

"Yes," Gansey says, his tone staying just as even. He fetches his mathematics workbook and goes to sit cross-legged beside Adam on the dusty wooden floor. The impossibly soft, 100% cotton pants that he wears to bed crease at his knees, curiously similar to Adam's sweatpants even though the other boy's are no doubt mostly polyester.

He leans over Adam's book - which oddly has all the questions completed - and Adam leans in to kiss him.

He does it in stages. First he looks at Gansey, eyes purposeful, maybe a touch of excitement in them - or maybe that's Gansey's imagination, projecting onto Adam - then he inches closer and lets his breath hit Gansey's mouth. Gansey has a moment to think, Oh, Jesus, and part his lips before Adam covers them with his own.

It wouldn't be a particularly remarkable kiss, except for the fact that it's Adam. Gansey's strange and wonderful best friend who has magic in his fingertips and a forest behind his eyes, whose eyelids slide shut as he kisses Gansey a little more insistently.

Gansey, for his part, throws caution and restraint to the wind and with too much enthusiasm throws himself into the kiss. It's suddenly getting very warm in this drafty room and he feels a flush creep up his neck like a sunburn, or a rash.

It's not a slow kiss, but it is languid in a comfortable and knowing way, the sort of way that makes Gansey think that Adam has been wanting this for a while. He wonders if he's dreaming before Adam's teeth pinch his lip and the jolt of sensation makes him certain he's awake, wide awake, and kissing Adam Parrish.

Adam's tongue slips over the pain and smooths it away, and Gansey is just thinking he might be about to discover the elusive and reportedly erotic French kiss when Adam pulls back with an audible noise.

"Hm," Adam Parrish says, as elusive and erotic as the French kiss is supposed to be, and Gansey finds himself tripping over his heart and stumbling into a hall of mirrors where every surface reflects his own exposed emotions.

"You are so brilliant," Gansey says, unguarded and thoughtless, not thinking about how the words might make Adam feel, if they will make him angry at Gansey for- for- anything. But Adam only pants and swallows, and Gansey hopes that it was nice for him. "Why did you...?"

Adam smirks, a minuscule one, that quickly flits away. Gansey wants to kiss it, wants to kiss him, again. "I wanted to see what would happen."

"If I'd let you," Gansey fills in. Adam seems a bit surprised that Gansey would get this, but also not surprised at all, like it's obvious. "Well. I hope that answered your question."

"It did." Adam nods, composed, and goes back to checking his trig homework.

That wouldn't do.

"Will you come here," Gansey says, trying not to make it an order and having it turn out as a plea. Adam smiles properly now, and Gansey takes his chin in his hand and guides it towards his mouth again.

The second time, it's less of an experiment, and more like the result of a proven hypothesis.

[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 20: FINAL

So guess what I realized this morning. Today, November 13, 2023 is the one year anniversary of me posting my first DPxDC fic to tumblr. It was the original fill for this very fic. (Which you can find here.)

So I decided I just had to finish this arc and get it posted. This year has been amazing and so much fun. I've become a much better writer and joined a community that has brought me so much joy. I'm glad to be here and I'm glad so many of you like to read what I'm sharing.

I noticed I got a few new readers over the past week or so, so welcome to all of you! Hope you enjoy this early update!

In personal news, my nephew was born and he's adorable and I'll be meeting him tomorrow! (As soon as I'm done posting this, I'm off to make food for his mom.)

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

Arc 1

Arc 2: Part 1, Previous

Word Count: 1.2k

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In the end, it ended up taking several hours for Danny, Sam, and Tucker to escape their families and converge on the park. In that time, Tim had called Bruce to let him know he’d be back in Gotham by tomorrow and finished most of his homework.

While he worked, Wulf and Bart were having an animated conversation in Esperanto.

Tim was pretty sure Wulf would be bringing Bart to the Ghost Zone for a tour sometime and started making plans to learn Esperanto himself and bribe Bart to get in on them.

Cassie was helping Conner sort through some of the music Sam had given him. Tim was jealous as he solved more banal trig questions. Why did school have to be so boring? He tapped his pencil on the paper in time to the beat of whatever music Conner had playing.

Tucker was the first to arrive. “Danny and Sam not here yet?” he asked as he plopped down next to Bart and Wulf.

“Nope. Haven’t heard from them, either,” said Tim. He opened his phone notifications again just to be sure, but there was nothing new.

Tucker shrugged and pulled out a stick of jerkey to munch on. “Not surprising. The Fentons will be all overprotective after the mayor was kidnapped by a ghost on live TV. And Sam’s parents are just as bad. Only they smother rather than check the weaponry.” He turned to greet Wulf in Esperanto.

An email came through on Tim’s phone and he groaned. “Our evening interview was canceled. No one wants to hear us try to defend Phantom anymore.”

Cassie cursed. “Course not. Bet the paper won’t publish our editorials either.”

Conner looked over, confused. “Won’t they? Clark works for the Daily Planet. They publish stuff like that all the time.”

Tim didn’t look up from his math as he answered, “That’s the difference between a big, Pulitzer winning publication and a small-town op-ed.”

Tucker sighed. “Well maybe someone will remember your interviews from this morning in a positive light.”

Bart rolled his eyes. “Come on, we can’t change it. So let’s move forward. Next step, make friends with more ghosts! Wulf says there’s a bunch of cool people in the Realms.”

“Realms?” asked Tim.

“It’s what he says the Ghost Zone is actually called. The Infinite Realms.”

“Huh. I’ll have to check JL databases, see if they have any information on them.”

Tucker asked something in Esperanto and Bart burst out laughing as Wulf looked on in confusion.

With Bart’s help, though, he rephrased until Wulf was able to reply. And then the three kept to Esperanto. Tim really had to find time to learn it.

Sam was the next to arrive. She grinned and sat down next to Conner. “How you liking the music?”

Conner grinned and showed her the sheets where he ranked the bands so far based on which songs he’d listened to. She then took over the speakers and searched for specific tracks to try and change his mind about some of the bands he liked the least.

Tim let his eyes close as his friends’ voices washed over him.

After some indeterminate time where he dozed between sleeping and awareness, a foot nudged his hip. Tim grumbled out what was supposed to be a, “What?” but was too mumbled to really be understood.

“Come on, Secrets. You can do better than that.”

Tim cracked an eye open to see Danny grinning down at him. He pushed himself up slightly and blinked heavily in the sunlight.

“Finally got away from your parents?” asked Tim.

Danny collapsed on the ground next to him. “Ugh, don’t remind me. They’re freaking out over everything that’s happened the last few days. Jazz and I are basically going to be on lock down until they feel confident the ghosts are gone.”

“Did you have to sneak out to get here?” asked Cassie.

Danny shook his head. “No, I told them I was going to find you guys to make sure you were all safe. You’re welcome to come back to ours tonight, by the way. Mom and Dad basically insisted on it.”

“What do you guys think?” asked Tim. “Spend one more night here at Danny’s and head out in the morning?”

Cassie sighed. “My mom’s already freaking out that I’ve been gone longer than planned. I should get back tonight.”

“I’ll stay,” offered Conner. “I’m your ride home, anyway.”

“Why don’t you come to my place, Conner,” offered Sam. “Your nails need a fresh coat after fighting today. And I need teach you about the different brands of makeup and what to look for in terms of cost, quality, and ethicality. Plus I can get you more music.”

Tim laughed when Conner looked to him. “Go for it. Have fun.”

Conner grinned. “Then yeah, let’s do it!”

Bart shrugged. “Wulf is going to go back to the Realms soon. I’ll head out after. Wally and Linda want me over for a family dinner tonight.”

“Well, looks like that’s it, then,” sighed Danny. “Been fun having other heroes around.”

Tim nudged his shoulder. “Join the Young Justice. You could join us and we'd help out whenever you wanted. Get you around people who actually appreciate what you do for them.”

But Danny was already shaking his head. “I have to stay here. And now Amity trusts heroes even less. I want to improve that, not make it worse.”

“Even if you don’t join,” declared Conner. “You’re not getting rid of us now.”

Bart nodded his agreement. “Yep. We’re gonna be stopping by all the time. You’re in the group chat.”

“Exactly,” agreed Tim. “And we’ll figure out ways to help you. Starting with how to minimize property damage. That seems to be the big thing people focus on. You can make shields, right? How big can you make them and how much power do they take?”

Danny smiled wryly. “Can’t say I’ve really tested it.”

Tim laughed. “Well, I know one thing we’re doing tonight. We’re going to go back to Nasty Burger—” Tim looked around at the whole group “—all of us. Then Cassie and Bart are going to go home. Danny and I, at least, are going to take a nap. Then we’re gonna test the current limits to Danny’s powers.”

Danny bumped their shoulders together. “You know, this is just like gaming with you all those years.”

“Yeah, well, it’s best to be thorough.”

“We’ve measured, like, his top speed and stuff,” said Tucker, pulling out a PDA. “Want to see what we’ve got so far?”

“Absolutely.” Tim took the device and looked through it. “You’ve a decent amount of information here. Maybe instead of taking a nap, I’ll help you organize it and come up with a testing plan.”

Conner flew over to him and pulled the PDA out of his hand. “Not after pulling an all-nighter you won’t. We’re going to get some food, then the two of you are going to sleep for at least four hours.”

“I’ll set Jazz on you, too,” threatened Sam. “Don’t think I won’t.”

Tim pouted as the device was given back to Tucker. And grumbled more when Conner picked him up and threw him over his shoulder.

“Come on, food time.”

“I am going to put kryptonite in your phone,” threatened Tim.

“Bingo!” shouted Cassie.

Danny laughed as he stood. “Does this mean I can join the next round?”

Tim scowled. “Traitors, all of you.”

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Next

And that's the end of this Arc! Arc 3 will pick up where the original fill did. (Only this time, Tim won't be the only DC character there to help Danny.)

I'd say something like I can't believe it's only been a year, but so much has happened to me in the last twelve months that it feels like a lifetime ago, to be honest. But it's been a good year and I'm glad this community has been part of it.

Please follow the subscription post if you want updates for when I start transferring this arc to AO3 or begin posting Arc 3.