#I’m just saying that now cause none of you have guessed the twist I’ve been hinting at for a few months >:)

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JHS- Twisted Feelings (8)

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Warning: none

A/n: part two of the three part update, I’ve noticed a lot of twisted feeling readers are quite silent. Are you enjoying this? Is there anything you want to see happen ? Let me know and maybe you’ll find your idea in the next chapter! Interaction can change the lifespan of a story, if I see it’s in high demand I’ll update sooner. As always, thank you for reading.

Ch.07 | Masterlist | Ch.09

You'd had to wait until 7 pm to be ushered into a meeting room, hobi by your side as the other members sat scattered around the long table. Some looked more exhausted than others, Sejin and a few other staff members at the head of the table.

Jimin, Taehyung and Seokjin all asked how you felt, the worry still causing a semi-permanent frown. “I’m fine.” You brushed off their questions, just wanting to finish up and go home.

After the panicked phone call from your mother you sat with Hoseok, you spoke about yourselves all day, him trying to distract you and reassure you whilst doing his best effort to ignore his own very visible concerns.

“Right, someone explain what’s happened.” The manager pulls at the stack of paper beside him, flipping through the first few pages before looking up towards you. “Anyone want to say anything.”

You didn’t want to be the first to speak, the way everyone looked at you with some form of expectant gleam in your eyes only made you wish you could disappear.

Thankfully Hoseok spoke up for you. “YNs eomma called her, she was distressed because someone sent a blood covered letter threatening YN to stop working with us. We were thinking if the motive was to have her fired then the mistranslation maybe wasn’t directed at us but more so a ploy to have her fired.”

“If it was someone who wanted her away from us wouldn’t they do something that didn’t harm us, until Namjoon Hyung went on Weverse and Jimin went live most people were believing what was said. The company had to release an official statement to clear it up and even now people are talking. It’s hard to see that this wasn’t about trying to damage us.” Taehyung made a few good points.

“Collateral damage, I guess?” You chalked up other simplest of answers, more unsure now with Taehyungs counter argument.

You watch as one of the men standing behind Sejin lean forward, whispering something to him. “Okay YN can you tell us if there’s anyone who would want to harm you?”

You thought on it for a moment, you’d never even so much as gotten into a verbal altercation, always been polite, helpful, had good relations with those around you. “No, no one that I can think of.”

“It could always just be a sasaeng?” Jungkook offered, his gaze settled where he was fiddling with the sleeve of his shirt.

“It could be, I’m not to sure they would know YN was working here so fast. We haven’t had a leak like that in some time. I say we monitor the situation and see if it happens again.”

“And if it does?” You questioned. “What will happen if it keeps occurring.”

“Well, I’ll be entirely honest with you.” He grimaced, this wouldn’t be nice. “You’re a new employee, you’re a translator and despite the infinity the members have showed towards you there isn’t much I can do if you’re harming their reputation. It will be out of my hands if it starts to impact them negatively.” Sejin gives you a pointed look. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“What exactly are you saying?” Hoseok brings his chair closer to the table.

“We may have to let YN go.” Sejin is careful with his words, bordering between certainty and lack thereof. “She’s technically still in the probationary period of her contract.”

“No offence but that’s bullshit, I want to work with YN. She hasn’t caused this, she helped fix the issue firing her for someone attacking her Isn’t right.” Hoseok defended, his tone holding an edge.

You stayed silent as the Yoongi surprising spoke up to support you. “YN let us accuse her and instead of walking out of here she sat and provided the company what they needed to help with damage control, firing her because some insane person thinks they can dictate who we do and do not work with is something I won’t stand beside.

“Thank you everyone, I don’t want to be a problem here I really don’t and if it comes to a point where it seriously could affect your careers I will leave. I wouldn’t want to be the cause of a major disruption to you all. Sejin I completely understand.” And the truth is you did, in their eyes BTS would always be worth more, even if the members themselves didn’t think as such.

“Okay, thank you.” Sejin gave a round of smiles, the men behind him looking peeved. “If that’s all you’re free to go home. I’ve cleared the schedule tomorrow no one needs to come in unless they want to.” Sejin turned to you. “ I’d like for you to set out a plan with those you’ll be teaching and come to an agreement on when you’d like to schedule set English lessons.”

You nodded in response, the days events wearing on you. He gave a final goodbye before leaving the room, it felt somewhat calmer with it just being yourself and the members there. “I’m sorry about that.” It was Namjoon apologising although he needn’t.

You put on your best smile, no matter how false. “It’s okay, I can understand their worry. I wanted to just get a list of the members who wanted to learn English, I can plan lessons for each of you tailored to your needs that way.”

“Firing such a good employee would be a mistake.” It was the first time Seokjin had spoke. “I’m not much into learning, a few base things would be nice though. So I could understand and interact with fans. Nothing complex. Maybe you could just put together a PowerPoint or something? I think lessons would be a bit too much for me right now.”

“I’m good with English.” Namjoon laughed. “If I ever need clarification I know where to find you.”

“Okay, anyone else?”

“Id like to.” Yoongi grumbled. Followed by a “me too Noona.” from Jungkook.

“I have sessions with Hoseok-Ssi planned for three days a week, they are 1-2 hours long a time. Is there anyone who wants something that intense?”

“I’m okay not taking lessons right now, what about you Taehyung?” Jimin turned to the singer beside him.

You wait for him to think it over. “Maybe the same as Seokjin Hyung, basic stuff.”

“Okay, just so I have this right. Both Seokjin-ssi and Taehyung-ah would like a document of some kind just detailing the basics of English conversation. Yoongi-ssi and Jungkook-ah would like lessons along with Hoseok-ssi, Namjoon-ssi is fine to go without.”

Words of approval were scattered. “I’d like mine maybe once a week, with the album production I don’t have much time.”. You admired yoongi for wanting to take on another task with how overrun he already seemed.

“Can we do twice a week Noona? I want to get better as soon as possible.” Jungkook was eager, enthusiastic and you loved to see it.

“Of course we can, Yoongi-Ssi what day would work best for you?”

“Thursday.” He responded instantly, as though he had already checked his cal see and marked a spot clear. “I don’t have much on a Thursday.”

“Okay Thursday it is, Jungkook- Ah?” You turn your head to the maknae who quickly pulls his phone out.

“Uhhh, probably a Sunday ?” Another pause. “Definitely a Sunday oh and Wednesday.”

Okay so Thursday is with Yoongi-ssi , Wednesday and Sunday with Jungkook-ah leaving every other day free. “Hoseok-ssi does that work for you?”

You turn to face him, sitting next to him meant he was a little out of your eye line. Your eyes met him as though he had been staring, you quickly averted your eyes.

“Please stop being so formal, I told you already just Hoseok or hobi. Oppa even, just not so formal.” He gives you a light smile. “I’ll probably do Monday, Tuesday and Saturday. I think we will all come for additional lessons, would that be okay? What about teaching two of us in a day?”

“My contract demands I’m available 24/7, any time you need me or want a lesson you can call me in, I don’t have many obligations so unless there’s a family issue then I should be able to come. Each lesson is only an hour or two so if need be I could do one lesson with you each a day.”

You took out your phone opening your notes to write down the plan you’d formulated.

Monday - Hoseok

Tuesday- Hoseok

Wednesday - Jungkook

Thursday -Yoongi

Friday -

Saturday - Hoseok

Sunday- Jungkook

That would leave you with Friday free, you could work with that. “I’m supposed to have a family dinner this weekend, I can reschedule for another week though.”

“No. Go to it.” Hoseok encouraged. “We can leave that session.”

“Family is important.” Yoongi agreed. “You should go.”

“Oh no it’s fine, work comes first I’m sure they will understand that. I’ll reschedule.”

“If you change your mind I’m fine cancelling our session.” It was kind of Hoseok, truly.

“Thank you. We should all get going, I’ll get as much planning done although the lessons probably won’t be as structured until next week. Think of this week as me just grasping where you need improvement and where your strong suits lie.”

You all stood from the table, the youngest three leaving as soon as possible, Yoongi and Namjoon following behind them. “Let me walk to you to the car?”

“You don’t have to do that.” You waved, shaking your head. “You’re busy enough.”

“It would be my honour.” He insisted, holding the door open for you. “Please?”

“Okay.” You resigned, walking through the open door.

“Today was difficult, I’m sorry you had to deal with this all so soon.” It really wasn’t his fault.

“Don’t apologise you didn’t cause this. Thank you for standing up for me.”

“Don’t thank me for that.”

Once you reached the car he opened the door for you. “Get home safe, oh and here!” He handed you a small sheet of paper.

“What’s this?” You questions unfolding it. “Numbers?”

“Our personal ones, our names are next to them. I spoke to the members yesterday and they agreed it was a good idea. Text me when you get Home safe.”

You quickly thanked him, sliding your bag into the car before getting in yourself. You see him stand there until the car had exited the lot.

You pulled out your phone, adding each new contact. Using their initials only.

The thought they trusted you enough to give you their personal contact details made you smile, no matter how small the gesture was.

[yourssinfullyquiche]

2 days

Hello, all you beautiful people🥰 This fic details the reader's turmoil in confronting Gavin after a fight.

Gavin x reader (Y/N)

WC: 2k

Beta: Special thanks to @playheej who despite being busy took the time to read and help me perfect this fic. Thank you to @rinharu-purple, @purple-cat-demon for helping me come up with dialogues that scarred Gavin even if none of you were willing to hurt this precious bean🤣 TW: Just regular angst with a happy ending

Two days.

It’s been two days since he and I spoke. Well, if you count the notes we leave each other as speaking then maybe we have. But I don’t. Because the notes are empty, devoid of any emotion—only there to signify that one is alive so there’s no need for the other to worry. 

‘Going out. Won’t be back for dinner.’ The note stares up at me with the familiar round-ish letters. I wonder what he means by dinner since we’ve not been eating together. We’ve not been sleeping together, intimate or otherwise. Forget touching or kissing—where our nights used to end with those 3 important words are now filled with silence. It’s killing me with how distant we’ve been in only two days, how out of sync we are. 

I know the reason for such a distance can be placed on my ego, on how my pride refuses to budge, when I know I was the one who put us in this position. The words of a quite possibly annoying quote jumps at the forefront of my brain—how ego, a three letter word capable of destroying the 12 lettered relationship. Well, in my current situation such words have never been truer. 

Though my prideful resolve chips away every second the silence between us rings in my brain. I know I’ve hurt him badly—the second those words left my lips, regret gripped my heart and I felt ashamed to my very bones for ever doubting our bond. I wish I could have my own time-turner so I could keep my venomous mouth at bay—anything to take away the hurtful look on Gavin’s face that I was met with when those words spilled out. 

It all seems so immature now but my hurtful words still taunt me when I see his stunned face over and over again. “If you are so willing to ignore me and us because your priorities lie with your duties, I guess you and I are better off without each other.” I was angry, insulted by our predicament and I chose to spout those words, because there existed a twisted part in me that did intend to hurt his feelings, the way he hurt mine. 

Now, I only want to talk to him, to apologise to him. I want to hear his laugh, kiss him stupid—I want him to hold me, so his warmth would caress me as it always does. I want to hear him say ‘I love you’ with that stupid boyish smile he has. I just…miss my husband so much. I know from those lingering glances he directs my way when he thinks I’m unaware that he feels the same. It was only a few days ago we were fooling around, painting each other’s nails—well, I painted his toe nails. Now it feels like we’re two strangers separated by a chasm at the comfort of our own home and I don’t know how to cross it. Or rather, if I’m honest with myself I have no courage to do that, to come to terms with the disappointment I have caused him with how I behaved. 

My eyes catch the ginkgos on my bracelet gleaming gleefully under the hall lights, almost mocking me at my stupidity and blinding rage that consumed me when he held my wrist that day. I run my fingers over the white beads making it clink against the golden leaves and it brings me to how I reacted to his words. 

“Don’t, pumpkin…Don’t walk away from me when you know we’re not done. Let’s talk about this…please.”

“Don’t touch me!”

My reply to his earnest request was to rip my wrist out of his hold with those words and slam the door in his face. 

What a dramatic bitch. 

As if it couldn’t get any worse, I berated him for what a liar he was and then yelled at him to go away. 

Stupid. So stupid. 

I can’t allow things to be this way. I have to talk to him. Today. I have to do it before he leaves me again to the unknown, and then…I will have lost the one person I truly love—regret will consume me whole. I have to fix this, though…I fear the look in his eyes, the disappointment it will show—of how utterly incapable I am of understanding him.

The sudden sounds of the multiple locks opening and the jangle of keys loud and clear breaks the silent air and the train of my thoughts. An involuntary gasp leaves my mouth and my feet shuffle quickly to the spare room, immediately locking it. I’ve been using the spare room in our apartment ever since I slammed the door in Gavin’s face. When he left, I took some of my clothes, make up and all my toiletries here not wanting to face him. I couldn’t let him sleep in the spare room because in the time it took me to bring my things over, my anger had dissipated. All I felt was guilt, shame and embarrassment, and I didn’t want to face him.

I leave the scrunched up note on the dressing table and feel my palms getting sweaty. The familiar sounds of the keys falling into the glass bowl reach my ears and I go towards it, pressing my ears against the door. I don’t hear anything else so I lean against the door, stare at my dainty gold band and stew. How can Gavin not be disappointed in me? If Gavin had uttered those same words, I'd be devastated. I broke his heart and then stomped on it. Doubted him, berated him and then pushed him away when all he wanted was for us to talk it out. I know it, because otherwise he would’ve reached out to me. 

The sudden shuffle of Gavin’s feet towards the spare room door distracts me, instinctively I move back. My heart thumps in anticipation. Is he really…? I wait for his presence with bated breath, telling myself to relax, and I do—somewhat when the shuffles stop at the door; but panic sets in when the rose handle moves downwards so slightly that if I weren’t right at the door, it would go unnoticed. It returns to its original position in true Gavin fashion and after a few minutes, he heads away. I release my held breath and calm myself, relief flooding my heart. I don’t know why I’m feeling so nervous—it’s only my husband! I shouldn’t be nervous…yet the thought of him catching me off guard, tongue-tied and clueless without any decent words of apology ready on my lips scares me.

11 pm.

Two hours after taking refuge in the shelter of the spare room debating the best ways to apologise, I finally swallow all my intrusive thoughts and make my way towards the yellow lights of our room. I park myself right against the wall, peeking in, I see Gavin’s clothed back to me. I see him quietly folding his combat apparels, placing it in the suitcase—then the skin care travel kit I bought for him follows, reminding me of the multiple times I’ve nagged at him to keep his skin healthy. My heart squeezes at the memory, all the times I’ve helped him pack…I can’t take it any longer, I do not want to send my husband off somewhere knowing we’re at odds. So when he stands, my feet immediately bring me to him, like second nature my arms wrap around his waist. 

My cheek meets the soft fleece of his grey tee and I breathe in the rose fragrance intermingled with his male scent—something in me calms considerably. A pregnant pause passes before the words tumble out in a quiet plea. “I’m sorry.” He’s quiet so unlike him, it scares me. When he moves away, I panic and squeeze him tighter, fists balling at his waist. “I’m sorry—sorry I said all those nasty words.” It comes out in desperate hitches, for him to know that I don’t want what I said to ever be true.

“Th-that we’re better off without each other. Then called you a liar, when you’re anything but—a-and then slamming the door—I was angry…”

“Finally miss me, do you?” His self-deprecating tone ought to ease me but it does nothing such, it only makes me more ashamed at how long it took me to apologise to him. “I want to see you,” he quietly says. Against his back, I vehemently shake my head. “No.” I say that for good measure.

He rests his warm palms above mine, lightly tracing my knuckles. After two and a half days of zero affection between us, that gesture alone is enough to stoke the hearth that lay dormant within me with a gentle heat. “Please,” he says. My arms loosen but my eyes immediately stare at the ground when he turns. I see his maroon painted toe nails and feel my heart breaking inwardly. He didn’t even remove it, this sweet husband of mine. Gavin tilts my chin upwards and though I don’t want to, reluctantly my eyes meet his anticipating the utter disappointment. 

Yet all I see when Gavin’s whiskey eyes meet mine is a sad longing only I can understand and it pricks my eyes with more tears. I open my mouth to apologise but what comes out is a yelp when his lips crash against mine in a hard searing kiss. It knocks my breath out but it isn’t a second later that my arms drape around his neck, pulling him closer—that my fingers sink into his soft hair, tugging the strands as I let myself be taken over by the feel of his mouth on mine. 

Lips smacking, tongues mingling—soft whimpers and harsh groans, our mouths reunite while our bodies easily melt into each other, responding to the ache within. I feel it from the depths of my core, this crackling fire infusing me from my centre, mixing with his warmth making my body sizzle all over. These kisses that I yearn for after being apart for only two days now make my mind delirious and hazy such that I am consumed by it. A moan escapes me when he ends this mind blowing onslaught of kisses with a harsh bite to my lower lip, that I feel it sting when we part.

We’re both out of breaths, his cheeks flushed—lips plumped a beautiful red, it makes me want to kiss him again. I see the familiar blush decorating Gavin’s ears and neck, and my lips tilt slightly. There’s a short silence between us as we catch our breaths, wipe the tears that ruined my face and gather our thoughts. I find his glazed eyes on me and that stupid boyish smile of his appears. “Sorry…couldn’t wait,” he says as he rubs over the spot where my lips sting. We both look at each other and…just start laughing. Oh, how I’ve missed this! It’s so good to feel the chasm between us bridged. Gavin opens his arms and I practically jump into it, squeezing him and burrowing further into my warm furnace. We stay like that until Gavin speaks up. 

“Y/N.” 

I meet his eyes, I know what he’s about to say, so I nod echoing his unsaid request. “I know, we still need to talk.” 

He adorns that stupid boyish smile again that I love and kisses me between my eyebrows. 

Against his chest, I nuzzle further and the subtle flowery fragrance tickles my senses. “You smell like roses.” 

His eyes shyly avert away when I look up, a blush forming again on his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“I…wanted to smell like you…,” he mumbles, gaze still averting before catching my eyes. “It comforted me.”

I feel my cheeks heating, mind giddy with his sweet confession. Biting the insides of my cheek, I nod my head and hide my burning face in the comfort of his chest. 

Later we’ll talk but for now, I want nothing but to stay wrapped in his embrace, feeling his heart beat against my ear as I burrow into the rosy fragrance of his warmth.  -

A/N: Thank you for reading!❤️ Usually it's always the LIs but I wanted to write a fic where the reader was facing the turmoil of emotions from having to apologise. For some reason, I felt different when writing this fic though Play assured me it was all good, something in the way I wrote probably. But I feel like I've improved and I'm happy about that!

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Growing Pains [Dick's POV] 2

Chapter 2 out of 6

Dick knows who Barbara is under the mask, Barbara doesn't. This causes some strange interactions as their friendship develops.

In this chapter, Dick first meets Batgirl in the mask, not yet having known she existed. There's an immediate distrust and dislike as they both try to prove themselves to be Batman's sidekick.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: grief

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Chapter 2: Another Sidekick?

Dick is excited to be out here for real this time. He’s not just sneaking after Bruce, but riding towards the call in the Batmobile as his sidekick, ready to help. Not just Batman, but Gotham at large. He’s taking his place to defend his home.

The idea of Killer Croc scares him a little, but he grew up around the strange of the circus, so he’s sure it’ll be fine once he’s in the thick of it.

However, he can’t deny that he’s glad when Bruce sends him to round up the goons that are further in the bank while he engages Killer Croc one on one. The villain looks intimidating, but Batman has fought him before, Dick looked it up.

Batman can take him and he needs his Robin to make sure he doesn’t get taken by surprise. So, he runs off to do his bit of the plan.

The goons, very rudely, don’t stay where they are. Instead, they try and run back to the safety of Killer Croc, which is stupid in Dick’s opinion, since Killer Croc is fighting Batman, who is definitely scarier than he is.

But that’s their mistake, however, also Dick’s problem, because he has to keep the goons off Bruce’s back. So, he takes care of the few that are still straggling, before running out to join Bruce and take care of the rest.

He is stopped in his tracks when he gets back to the main section of the bank and sees a mini girl version of Batman fighting the goons. She looks fierce and is holding her own, but it’s a lot versus one, since Bruce is still busy with Killer Croc. So, it really isn’t the time to stand around, she could use a hand and Dick is here to help.

She looks surprised at his arrival and takes a defensive stance towards him. Dick tries not to be offended and instead takes out the goon that would have clipped her from behind by her being distracted by him.

That is enough for her to deem him a non-threat, which is nice, and they continue taking out goons together. Though, she does take a moment to ask: “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Robin,” he answers, proud of his name, as he flips over a goon and kicks him in the back of the head, a move Alfred suggested, since Dick can incorporate more acrobatics than Bruce. It’s a little flashy, but he’s a performer at heart.

“Robin?” the girl repeats, in a judgmental tone that has Dick’s teeth on edge. “And what does that mean?”

Dick doesn’t like her vibe. She seemed cool, but now she seems hostile. It makes Dick feel defensive, so he replies with fake cheer: “Oh, I’m Batman’s sidekick, I’m new in town. Nice to meet you, Bat-copycat.”

“Copycat?” the girl shrieks, obviously offended and Dick would have been more proud of getting a reaction out of her, if she hadn’t decked that goon in the face right after, punching so hard the grown man collapses, like it’s nothing, as she says: “I’m Batgirl and I’ve been Batman’s sidekick for a year.”

That is absolute news to Dick, who hasn’t heard Bruce nor Alfred about another team member, which would have been good to know and the fact that he doesn’t makes him a little distrustful, even if she seems on his side for now.

So, he cocks his head in confusion, dancing out of the way of the goon that’s charging at him as he says: “Batgirl? Sorry, haven’t heard of you. And B, didn’t mention you either.”

Apparently that comment gets her panties in a twist, because she huffs: “I’m smart enough not to be in the press,” as she chokes out the last goon. “And it’s not like Batman is the talkative type.”

“That’s fair, I guess,” he says, because not getting a lot of attention is definitely a plus in this line of work. Element of surprise and all that. However, he can’t help but make a little joke, knowing who is under that mask, as well as childishly lay a claim on Bruce against this Batgirl. Adding: “But I found B can be quite chatty.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she glares, crossing her arms.

As he goes to size her up, he can’t help but cross his arms back, a little annoyed at her attitude as he informs her: “I don’t know, I think I’ve been brought up to speed.”

She glares at him, at least, he’s pretty sure she is, hard to tell with the white lenses. Standing between unconscious goons, she looks pretty intimidating. She’s a little taller than him, he notes with displeasure.

But with a closer look, he gathers her costume looks a little homemade. Closer to a gymnast’s outfit like his, than Batman’s. However, she does have a belt. Maybe she wasn’t lying about being B’s sidekick.

He already knows she’s sharp, so he’s waiting for her reply, but before it can come, Bruce is done, his shadow falling over them.

Immediately her demeanor changes and she becomes more friendly and less bitchy. Greeting Bruce with: “Oh, hi, Batman. Get Killer Croc okay?”

Bruce grunts his affirmative and Dick takes a second to look at Killer Croc with Batgirl. Prone like he is now, he looks way less scary than before, but still impressive too. Dick dares to skip forwards and stand next to Bruce as he exclaims: “Holy crocodile, that sure is one big lizard. Nice going, B! I’m assuming the cops are on their way here already?”

“Yes.”

Before Dick can ask what they’re going to do now, Batgirl asks: “So you actually do know this kid? He didn’t just make that up?”

“Hey!” he pouts, though he tries to sound offended, because who the hell does she think she is to question if he knows Bruce. Of course he knows him. Why would he lie about that?

The offense is made worse when Bruce seriously answers her: “No, he didn’t. This is Robin.”

However, he is smug to see Bruce back him up and Batgirl looks displeased with that. So, he quips: “Told ya.”

That is apparently the wrong move, because she explodes: “Another sidekick? You barely wanted me as a sidekick, where did you even find this kid?”

“Kid?” Dick hears himself say, indigence crawling up his spine. She’s his age! And what does she mean Bruce doesn’t want a sidekick? He seemed alright with Dick. Was there something about her?

He sends Bruce a questioning look, but he doesn’t see, because he’s giving Batgirl one of his Looks, before he explains: “He just showed up. Like you.”

That makes Batgirl scowl at him, before a dark grin comes over her and she says: “Who’s the copycat now, bird brain.”

“Hey, I didn’t even know you existed, so that’s not copying,” Dick argues.

“It totally is,” Batgirl shoots back.

“Is not.”

“Is too.”

Bruce sighs before Dick can say anything back again and both of them click their mouths closed. He then says: “Sirens.”

Dick cocks his head and indeed hears the sirens approach. As if she’s forgotten about arguing him with him entirely, Batgirl steps back and swings herself up into the rafters and out of sight. Curious, Dick follows after her with his grapple gun.

“Why are you hiding from the Commissioner?” he asks her as he perches next to her on one of the beams. He wants to know who his strange new coworker is.

“I’m not hiding, I try to keep a low profile,” Batgirl huffs. “You know, keeping up the brand instead of standing out like a sore thumb with a stupid traffic light costume.”

The comment feels like a kick in the throat. This costume is his family’s colors and he is proud of them and it’s not stupid. Immediately anger floods in place, it seems like anger comes a lot more easily to him these days.

“My costume is perfectly good, Miss Copycat. I can hide in my cape and it just sends a different message. Not everything has to be gloomy and dark, never heard of having a bit of fun? Huh? Of smiling, even if it all sucks,” he snaps. Before he decides it’s not worth it. “Tsk, fucking typical,” he says, swinging back down to join Bruce is way better.

It’s interesting to poke around the Commissioner and hear Bruce be Batman. It’s still a little weird to hear Bruce’s voice and not Brucie’s, but it’s a way nicer voice. It’s lower and smoother. Dick finds it comforting.

Hearing Bruce talk soothes some of the anger and hurt Batgirl made him feel just now. Who the hell does she think she is? What does she know anyway? She doesn’t know shit. And she doesn’t know him either. Or B.

It’s not stupid to want to be in the spotlight, to want to be seen. They operate out of the shadows, but they are not part of the dark side. Sometimes you need to see someone fly, see someone do things that are amazing. Have something to applaud.

His mom always said to keep smiling for the crowd, even if it hurt. They gave people a show, a fantasy. Something that excited them and made them smile, made them want to keep going. Wanting to continue that isn’t stupid. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.

By the time the cops are filing out with Killer Croc and his goons, he has managed his anger. He’s not going to be angry, he’s going to be happy and smile, like his mom wanted. And it’s not going to be stupid.

So, he doesn’t react as Batgirl drops down next to them and puts her hands on her hips as she asks: “Where to now, Batman?”

“Home,” Bruce grunts, and Dick has to fight to not laugh as Batgirl deflates.

She protests: “What? No. We still have to patrol.” Dick doesn’t know what she hopes to achieve with that, but he’s amused enough to listen to her try.

Bruce shakes his head. “You have school tomorrow. You need to go home and sleep. I can do the patrol, if something big happens, the Batwave will wake you.”

“Yeah, you need to sleep,” Dick adds, a little vindictive, because last time he got to go out way later than this. So, it’s quite funny that Batgirl is getting send home. Not much of a sidekick now.

Then he gets betrayed by Bruce, who says: “The same goes for you, Robin. Go home.”

Dick is speechless, because what the hell, since when does B care about that? Being stunned get replaced by anger when Batgirl laughs at him, so he glares at her, which causes her to stick out her tongue. Dick wants to do the same, but he doesn’t want to be childish, so he pouts, an expression he can’t keep off his face, even if he tries to go for another glare.

Then Bruce sighs and Batgirl snaps to attention again, turning to him as she says: “Maybe Robin has to go home, but we patrolled late together before. You need the back up, it’s dangerous alone.”

Dick can’t believe the gall she has, throwing him under the bus like that. He has also been out later before, he’s not a little kid. Like, what the fuck?

But he knows B is serious, because when he talks again, he uses the same voice Bruce does when he is trying to parent. “I appreciate it, but I’ll be fine. Now both of you. Home.” Still, he wants to protest, just to get one up on Batgirl. But before he can, Bruce’s head whips around to him as he adds in a stern voice: “I’ll know if you didn’t listen.”

He lets out a defeated sigh and mentally tries to think of a way to convince B to let him go out again over the coms from the Batcave later. And if that doesn’t work out, he can try to convince Alfred to make him hot chocolate. Alfred’s hot chocolate is the best.

Bruce uses the grappler to disappear up into the city and Dick prepares to go find where they left the Batmobile, so it can drive him home. He would drive himself, but he has gotten lectures about it. Many lectures. And the Batmobile now has a kiddie lock. Asshole.

His thoughts are interrupted by Batgirl, who says: “Wear less color next time,” as she goes to leave.

Anger flares up in Dick, but he pushes it down. He’s not going to let her change who he set out to be. He has a plan and he’s going to stick with it. Bruce liked it and that’s good enough for him anyway.

So, he just insults back: “Get some original material,” and grapples off too, before she can say anything in return. He’s going to force Bruce to tell him all he knows about Batgirl the second he gets back home.

[atolua]

𖥻  AND THEY WERE ROOMIES ˒ 𝐞𝐭𝐚.  spring  of  2019  

EDITION .. and this is how mingi met his roommate (platonic edition)

FEATURING .. song mingi

CW(S) ..  lua’s too cute for this world  &  mingi calls her lulu because yes

MONA SAYS .. sorry for the lack of updates, i swear i’m getting back into writing for lua!

all mingi needed was a glass of water.

it's his fault, really. after rolling around on his bead, and quietly counting the sheep that jump over his head, did he really expect to feel drowsy? yes, he did.

from what he assumed, he was the only resident who had yet to fall asleep, so being stealthy was the main priority. author is pretty sure that doesn't mean that he has to act like he's auditioning for mission impossible.. but whatever gets him water, she guesses.

perhaps he should be given some credit, since he did successfully make it down the hallway. and he didn't bump into the tv stand, so this is a piece of—

thum.

mingi's attention turns to the sofa. having been so focused on his path, he didn't notice the bundled figure lying there. when he tilts his gaze a little lower, he notices what may have caused the barely audible thud—a stuffed toy sitting on the floor.

ah, it's just san. (that's what he thought.)

temporarily diverting from his mission, mingi carefully pads over to the sofa and picks up the fallen plushie. he decides to try and wedge it back into its owner's arms, until he has another realization: this isn't san.

this sleeping beauty's a bit shorter, and their facial features are softer. it can't be him. and he's right, it's not san. actually, this is none other than yuehua.

okay, now mingi is a little confused. as far as he was aware, the company had given his relatively new teammate her own bedroom. so why is she here, sleeping on the couch? even more, how is she sleeping so comfortably when her blanket is a thin shield from the cold atmosphere?

forget his original mission, he now had to make sure this sleeping beauty rests properly.

he decided to gently shake her shoulder until she roused from her sleep, enough for her to realize someone was trying to wake her up.

“is it morning already?”

“no,” he kneels down so they were eye to eye. “though, you do need to return to your bed so you can rest better.”

“but i like it here. it's where i can easily fall asleep, knowing that i'm close to you guys.”

whether she meant to admit that aloud or not, mingi didn't know. what he did know he was admired his elder even more than before. yuehua rarely spoke up about her wishes, especially if it seemed burdensome. so she laid them in the depths of her mind, and carried on like they had never been there.

mingi gently takes a locket of her silver hair and twirls it around his finger. he has to think—what can he do for yuehua? he wants to get her to a place where she can stay warm while replenishing her energy; she wants to be in a reachable distance with him and the other members. both of them have their own wish, so how do they meet in the middle?

an amazing idea formulates in his head.

“lulu,” he waits for her hum before continuing, “come sleep in my room. i've got an extra bed there, and no roommate to occupy it.”

“really?” yuehua asks, the drowsiness tinting her tone with a subtle shade of huskiness.

he nods and stands up, gesturing for her to follow him. without much more thought, she did as shown, and ends up falling face first onto the bed that had been promised. needless to say, she was back in the dreamland with no effort required.

on the other hand, mingi shuffles back into his bed and pulls his duvet to his chin, fully expecting to play another round of roly poly or count the stars in the milky way. plot twist: he shuts his eyes and swiftly drifts off into a peaceful slumber.

it's funny, the way mingi thought all he needed was a glass of water. instead, he returned to his room with a lovely human bean who doubled as an amazing roommate.

getting out of bed was so worth it.

❑ TAGLIST  ..     @stealanity​

[taylorswiftandx]

Taylor Swift and Thinking

'Taylor Swift'

Tim McGraw: But when you think Tim McGraw, I hope you think my favorite song

Tim McGraw: When you think happiness, I hope you think that little black dress

Tim McGraw: Think of my head on your chest and my old faded blue jeans

Tim McGraw: When you think Tim McGraw, I hope you think of me

Tim McGraw: When you think Tim McGraw, I hope you think of me, oh, think of me

Teardrops On My Guitar: I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night

Cold As You: And now that I'm sitting here thinking it through, I've never been anywhere cold as you

Tied Together With A Smile: You walk around here thinking you're not pretty but that's not true

Should've Said No: It's strange to think the songs we used to sing, the smiles, the flowers, everything is gone

Should've Said No: You should've thought twice 'fore you let it all go

Our Song: I say, "Nothing, I was just thinking how we don't have a song"

Invisible: And all I think about is how to make you think of me and everything that we could be

'Fearless (Taylor's Version)'

Fifteen: Laughing at the other girls who think they're so cool

Fifteen: And your mama's waiting up, and you're thinking he's the one

Love Story: Is this in my head, I don't know what to think

Hey Stephen: I seen it all, so I thought, but I never seen nobody shine the way you do

Hey Stephen: Hey Stephen, why are people always leaving, I think you and I should stay the same

You Belong With Me: I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be

You Belong With Me: Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself, "Hey, isn't this easy?"

You Belong With Me: Think I know where you belong, think I know it's with me

You Belong With Me: Have you ever thought just maybe you belong with me, you belong with me

Breathe: 'Cause none of us thought we were gonna end that way

Tell Me Why: And you might think I'm bulletproof, but I'm not

You're Not Sorry: And you're thinking we'll be fine again but not this time around

Forever And Always: Thought I knew you for a minute, now I'm not so sure

Forever And Always: Thought I knew you for a minute but I don't anymore

Forever And Always: You didn't mean it, baby, I don't think so

Jump Then Fall: I hear the words but all I can think is, "We should be together"

Jump Then Fall: I had time to think it all over and all I can say is, "Come closer"

Mr. Perfectly Fine: Well I thought you might be different than the rest, I guess you're all the same

That's When: You said, "I know," when I said, "I need some time, need some space to think about all of this"

That's When: And you said, "Honestly, when you were gone did you ever think of me?"

Bye Bye Baby: Bye bye to everything I thought was on my side

Bye Bye Baby: I was so sure of everything, everything I thought we'd always have

Bye Bye Baby: Oh, you took me home, I thought you were gonna keep me

'Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)'

Mine: When it was hard to take, yes, yes, this is what I thought about

Sparks Fly: Close enough to hope you couldn't see what I was thinking of

Back To December: And I think about summer, all the beautiful times

Back To December: Maybe this is wishful thinking, probably mindless dreaming

Speak Now: This is surely not what you thought it would be

Dear John: Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?

Dear John: Don't you think nineteen's too young to be played by your dark, twisted games when I loved you so?

Dear John: You should've known, don't you think I was too young, you should've known

The Story Of Us: I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us

The Story Of Us: I'm starting to think one day I'll tell the story of us

Never Grow Up: It's so much colder than I thought it would be so I tuck myself in and turn my night light on

Enchanted: My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again

Better Than Revenge: Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did

Better Than Revenge: She's not a saint and she's not what you think, she's an actress

Better Than Revenge: I think her ever-present frown is a little troubling

Better Than Revenge: She thinks I'm psycho 'cause I like to rhyme her name with things

Better Than Revenge: Do you still feel like you know what you're doing 'cause I don't think you do

Better Than Revenge: I don't think you do, I don't think you do, let's hear the applause

Haunted: But I never thought I'd live to see it break

Haunted: Come on, come on, don't leave me like this, I thought I had you figured out

Haunted: Never ever thought I'd see it break, never thought I'd see it

Last Kiss: I never thought we'd have a last kiss, never imagined we'd end like this

Electric Touch: I was thinking just one time, maybe the stars align and maybe I call you mine

When Emma Falls In Love: She waits and takes her time ‘cause little Miss Sunshine always thinks it’s gonna rain

I Can See You: You brush past me in the hallway and you don’t think I, I, I can see you, do you?

Foolish One: Wishful thoughts forget to mention when something’s really not right

Foolish One: ‘Cause when my head is on your shoulder, it starts thinking you’ll come around

Foolish One: And thinking he’s the one, you should’ve been walking out

Timeless: I thought about it as I started looking ‘round at these precious things that time forgot

'Red (Taylor's Version)'

Treacherous: And I just think you should, think you should know

All Too Well: You taught me 'bout your past thinking your future was me

I Almost Do: I bet you think I either moved on or hate you

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together: I use to think that we were forever, ever

Stay Stay Stay: You think that it's funny when I'm mad, mad, mad, but I think that it's best if we both stay

Stay Stay Stay: I think that it's best if we both stay

Holy Ground: But sometimes I wonder how you think about it now and I see your face in every crowd

The Lucky One: 'Cause now my name is up in lights, but I think you got it right

Starlight: You'll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way

Begin Again: I think it's strange that you think I'm funny 'cause he never did

Begin Again: I've been spending the last eight months thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end

Ronan: What if I really thought some miracle would see us through?

Better Man: Oh, you never thought I'd run

Nothing New: And I know it's sad but this is what I think about

I Bet You Think About Me: And I bet you think about me

I Bet You Think About Me: Mr. Superior Thinking, do you have all the space that you need?

I Bet You Think About Me: I bet you think about me, yes, I bet you think about me

I Bet You Think About Me: I bet you think about me when you're out at your cool indie music concerts every week

I Bet You Think About Me: I bet you think about me in your house with your organic shoes and your million dollar couch

I Bet You Think About Me: I bet you think about me when you say, "Oh my god, she's insane, she wrote a song about me"

All Too Well (10 Minute Version): And I was thinking on the drive down, anytime now, he's gonna say it's love

'1989 (Taylor's Version)'

Blank Space: Saw you there and I thought, "Oh my god, look at that face"

Style: He says, "What you heard is true but I can't stop thinking about you"

Out Of The Woods: And I remember thinking, are we out of the woods yet?

All You Had To Do Was Stay: The more I think about it now the less I know

Shake It Off: Just think, while you've been getting down and out about the liars and the dirty, dirty cheats of the world

I Wish You Would: You're thinking that I hate you now 'cause you still don't know what I never said

I Wish You Would: Headlights pass the window pane, I think of you

Bad Blood: Now we got problems and I don't think we can solve them

Bad Blood: Did you have to do this? I was thinking that you could be trusted

Bad Blood: Oh, it's so sad to think about the good times, you and I

Bad Blood: Did you think we'd be fine? Still got scars on my back from your knife

Bad Blood: So don't think it's in the past, these kind of wounds, they last and they last

Bad Blood: Now did you think it all through? All these things will catch up to you

Wildest Dreams: I thought heaven can't help me now

Clean: And by morning, gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally clean

Clean: Finally clean, think I'm finally clean, think I'm finally clean

Wonderland: So we went on our way, too in love to think straight

“Slut!”: Love to think you’ll never forget handprints in wet cement

“Slut!”: Love to think you’ll never forget, we’ll pay the price, I guess

Now That We Don’t Talk: With important men who think important thoughts

Is It Over Now?: And did you think I didn’t see you? There were flashing lights

Is It Over Now?: I think about jumping off of very tall somethings

Bad Blood (feat. Kendrick Lamar): Remember when you thought I’d take a loss?

Bad Blood (feat. Kendrick Lamar): Don’t you remember, you thought that I would need you

Sweeter Than Fiction: Someday you won't remember this pain you thought would last forever and ever

Sweeter Than Fiction: It's like we don't remember the rain we thought would last forever and ever

'reputation'

I Did Something Bad: This is how the world works, now all he thinks about is me

I Did Something Bad: So I fly 'em all around the world and I let them think they saved me

Delicate: Just think of the fun things we could do

Look What You Made Me Do: But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma

Gorgeous: You should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong

Gorgeous: And you should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in a darkened room

Getaway Car: Think about the place where you first met me

Getaway Car: But you weren't thinking and I was just drinking

Dress: Everyone thinks that they know us but they know nothing about

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things: Did you think I wouldn't hear all the things you said about me?

'Lover'

I Forgot That You Existed: How many days did I spend thinking 'bout how you did me wrong, wrong, wrong?

I Forgot That You Existed: And I thought that it would kill me, but it didn't

I Think He Knows: I think he knows his footprints on the sidewalk lead to where I can't stop

I Think He Knows: I think he knows his hands around a cold glass make me wanna know that body like it's mine

I Think He Knows: And I ain't gotta tell him, I think he knows

I Think He Knows: I think he knows when we get all alone I'll make myself at home

I Think He Knows: I think he knows he'd better lock it down or I won't stick around

I Think He Knows: "Where we gonna go?" I think he knows

Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince: 'Cause nobody's gonna win, I think you should come home

Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince: 'Cause nobody's gonna win, I just think you should know

Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince: Oh, I just thought you should know

Cornelia Street: Back when we were card sharks playing games, I thought you were leading me on

False God: We were crazy to think, crazy to think that this could work

Afterglow: Thought I had reason to attack, but no

ME!: I know I never think before I jump

Daylight: I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

Daylight: I just think that you are what you love

'folklore'

The 1: I thought I saw you at the bus stop, I didn't though

The 1: We were something, don't you think so?

Exile: I think I've seen this film before and I didn't like the ending

Exile: I think I've seen this film before, ooh

Exile: I think I've seen this film before, so I'm leaving out the side door

Seven: And I've been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted

Seven: And I think you should come live with me and we can be pirates

August: Will you call when you're back at school, I remember thinking I had you

Invisible String: I used to think I would meet somebody there

Invisible String: And isn't it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me

Mad Woman: What did you think I'd say to that?

Epiphany: Crawling up the beaches now, "Sir, I think he's bleeding out"

Epiphany: Holds your hand through plastic now, "Doc, I think she's crashing out"

Betty: Betty, I won't make assumptions about why you switched your homeroom but I think it's 'cause of me

Betty: I was walking home on broken cobblestones just thinking of you when she pulled up

Peace: All these people think love's for show but I would die for you in secret

'evermore'

Champagne Problems: How evergreen, our group of friends don't think we'll say that word again

No Body, No Crime: No, there ain't no doubt, I think I'm gonna call him out

No Body, No Crime: I think he did it but I just can't prove it

No Body, No Crime: No, no, I think he did it, no, no, he did it

No Body, No Crime: They think she did it but they just can't prove it

No Body, No Crime: She thinks I did it but she just can't prove it

Happiness: You haven't met the new me yet and I think she'll give you that

Dorothea: Hey, Dorothea, do you ever stop and think about me?

Coney Island: But when I walked up to the podium, I think that I forgot to say your name

Coney Island: But I think that I forgot to say your name, over and over

Cowboy Like Me: Oh, I thought this is gonna be one of those things

Cowboy Like Me: Hustling for the good life, never thought I'd meet you here

Marjorie: And if I didn't know better, I'd think you were talking to me now

Marjorie: If I didn't know better, I'd think you were still around

Marjorie: And if I didn't know better I'd think you were listening to me now

Marjorie: And if I didn't know better I'd think you were singing to me now

Evermore: Can't not think of all the cost and the things that will be lost

Evermore: And when I was shipwrecked, I thought of you

Right Where You Left Me: But if you ever think you got it wrong I'm right where you left me

'Midnights'

Maroon: Carnations you had thought were roses, that’s us

Anti-Hero: I have this dream my daughter-in-law kills me for the money, she thinks I left them in the will

Midnight Rain: And he never thinks of me except for when I’m on TV

Midnight Rain: And I never think of him except on midnights like this

Vigilante Shit: She had the envelope, where you think she got it from?

Bejeweled: Baby love, I think I’ve been a little too kind

Bejeweled: Baby boy, I think I’ve been too good of a girl

Bejeweled: I think it’s time to teach some lessons

Labyrinth: “It only hurts this much right now,” was what I was thinking the whole time

Labyrinth: I thought the plane was going down, how’d you turn it right around?

Karma: Karma’s a relaxing thought, aren’t you envious that for you, it’s not?

Karma: Karma is my boyfriend, karma is a god, karma’s a relaxing thought

The Great War: That was the night I nearly lost you, I really thought I lost you

Glitch: I think there’s been a glitch, oh yeah

Glitch: I thought we had no chance and that’s romance, let’s dance

You’re Losing Me: We thought a cure would come through in time, now I fear it won’t

You’re Losing Me: And I’m fading thinking, “Do something, babe, say something, lose something, babe, risk something”

Karma (feat. Ice Spice): Thinking it’ll save ya, now you switching up ya behavior

Karma (feat. Ice Spice): Karma’s a relaxing thought / Karma’s gonna hold you down

Other Songs written by Taylor

All Of The Girls You Loved Before: When you think of all the late nights, lame fights over the phone

All Of The Girls You Loved Before: When I think of all the makeup, fake love out on the town

Beautiful Eyes: And sometimes I think of you late at night, I don't know why

Beautiful Ghosts: And so maybe my home isn't what I had known, what I thought it would be

Best Days Of Your Life: Every time you hear my name brought up in a casual conversation you can't think straight

Best Days Of Your Life: You're gonna think of me, you're gonna think of me in your life

Christmas Must Be Something More: Then I think there is something we all forgot

Christmases When You Were Mine: Please take down the mistletoe 'cause I don't wanna think about that right now

Eyes Open: They never thought you'd make it this far

I Heart ?: Before you ask me if I'm all right, think about what I had to do

I Heart ?: And I'll bet you thought you beat me, wish you could only see

I Heart ?: I haven't thought about you and I, there's no you and I

If This Was A Movie: I was playing back a thousand memories, baby, thinking 'bout everything we've been through

If This Was A Movie: Oh, I thought you'd be here by now, thought you'd be here by now

Only The Young: The game was rigged, the ref got tricked, the wrong ones think they're right

Only The Young: They think it's over but it's just begun

The Alcott: I tell you that I think I’m falling back in love with you

The Alcott: I had to do something to break into your golden thinking

The Alcott: I tell you that I think I’m falling back in love, back in love, back in love with you, back in love with you

The Joker And The Queen (Remix): And I know you think that what makes a king is gold, a palace, and diamond rings

Two Is Better Than One: You came into my life and I thought, hey, you know this could be something

Two Is Better Than One: And I'm thinking two is better than one

Two Is Better Than One: I think of you and everything's okay

Two Is Better Than One: And I'm thinking, ooh, I can't live without you

You'll Always Find Your Way Back Home: And this girl is thinking that maybe this life is what some people dream about

Official Alternate Releases

(no thinking)

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Miss Raven, you don't know what I would give and sacrifice to have you review my twst OC's because your judgement is one of the best I know and your constructive criticism is always so well thought-out 😭 (It can be a Twst OC's Got Talent show and you'll get an infinite pass to be our one and only Simon Cowell at the judge table ✨ /j)

To be honest, I think that the concept of making OC's a very broad outlet to express creativity, especially since we're provided with unused/underrated Disney inspirations that don't have an official design in the game (although this does cause discourse among certain people who like to 'place dibs' on Disney inspirations and attack others because of it 😓). It's always so cool to see how everyone has different takes and their own imagination when creating OC's, even if they are based on the same Disney inspiration as someone else's — it just goes to show how truly wide and unique our minds are and it amazes me all the time!

Also, I'm taking this opportunity to say that Miss Raven (the OC) is in the process of being adopted by me, I'm now negotiating with Crowley about the adoption papers 😂😇 But seriously, I am in awe with her lore and she just fits so, so, so well and naturally in the settings of the game??? Oui, absolutely magnifique! 🙏

I'd love to have my silly little OC's interact with her jfkskdkkdj But before that, what are your thoughts on OC interactions, Miss Raven? Is it open all of the time or is there a specific time when we can interact with our beloved somewhat emo Shakespeare-like nerd birb? I am praying for the state of your inbox right now, thank you for your hard work! 🤧

… Isn’t Simon Cowell notoriously the asshole judge??? 😂 But thank you for the compliment! I’ve actually been asked to review/give my thoughts on an OC before as part of a proofreading commission I took on! Besides commissions, I’ll sometimes comment on a friend or a mutual’s OC—but I’m only comfortable doing that because it’s someone that I know 😅 I generally don’t give OC critique outside of these contexts because I figure if people are having fun with it, it’s none of my business to get involved (and it’s not like I’m any particular authority on OCs anyway).

OCs can be really personal, so I think it’s more important that you, the maker, be happy and have fun with your creations rather than seek my approval. Of course, if you’re actively seeking ways to improve your OCs, then there’s nothing wrong with asking around for advice or direction. It’s a very situational thing—but at the end of the day, it’s you that has the final decision on what changes! Others’ opinions can influence and guide you, but don’t let them rule your creativity! Just do what feels best to you~

Yes, the way TWST is set up definitely opens up a lot of possibilities, whether its OCs twisted from Disney properties or not. There will inevitably be OCs that take the inspiration from the same characters and/or concepts, but I don’t think that should be a reason to get upset and be nasty to each other 😔 I personally really enjoy seeing different people’s interpretations of the same Disney character, or how those interpretations end up comparing to the canon versions that TWST character (such as Snow White-based OCs vs Neige Leblanche). It’s interesting seeing how differently everyone processes and translates traits of the original into their own versions, and it’s just as fun seeing what kinds of completely original works come from people’s minds too!

I once again apologize for going by the same name as my OC 💦 It makes things confusing at times cksvwuevxkwmsk Nuuuuu, I wouldn’t give my birb dotter up for adoption 😭 I’m happy you like her lore though!! It’s something I’ve been planning for a long time, but it actually never occurred to me how well (or not well, I guess?) her lore would actually “fit” in the world of Twisted Wonderland. Now that I think about it, she’s… kind of written like an OB boy??? Like, Raven has the sad backstory, obvious negative traits on display that have been unregulated and left to fester, too much pride to seek help from friends or family… Yup, sounds like a recipe for a potential Overblot to me 🤔 OB Raven… with an outfit made of shredded pages and globs of ink, hair all twisted, a birdcage locking her head inside of it, a hovering crown of feathers, a monstrous Phantom raven looming behind her… Hey, if she can’t get a “happy ending”, then she’ll decide that no one gets a happy ending 💕/j dndbsvJbeksw ANYWAY I definitely wanted to write her as the type of character that slowly changes and grows over time—just like the TWST boys! I’m really proud of myself for being able to nail that feeling.

I don’t mind if like... you, the reader/Anon, want to say something to or interact with, Miss Raven. I’m also fine if people roleplay canon TWST characters interacting with her just to see how she’d react! It gets kind of complicated when people want their OCs to do the same though 💦 The TWST fandom has a LOT of OCs, meaning that I’d have to go hunting for information or research into every OC that wants to engage (and I don’t always have the time nor the energy for that). OC-OC interactions also have a tendency to turn into lengthy reblog chains, and I try to avoid those as much as possible since it makes blog navigation difficult. I guess I generally judge on a case-by-case basis? I’m fine with my close friends’ OCs interacting with Miss Raven, but I’d like anyone else considering it to first reach out and get my permission! ^^

[lone-changelings-journal]

25/1/1495

It’s really weird living out in the Wildwoods.  Growing up I always heard about how they were a twisted place full of unspeakable horrors, and how one should never travel there alone. Yet living here for the past tenday I’ve come to realize that most of what people say about the place is totally wrong. That’s not to say there aren’t dangers out here. There are, and if you’re unprepared they can absolutely wreck your day. But if you have any semblance of common sense this place isn’t dangerous or mysterious in the slightest. The longer I think about it, the more I realize just how little the average commoner really knows about the world we live in.

It’s also hard getting used to my new life. Honestly no matter where I ended up I’d probably be struggling, but the fact Morr is so disconnected from what your average person is it makes things that much more difficult. Like, most days I wake up at five in the morning, only to realize that I don’t have or need to do anything until at least ten. On the days I do sleep in I find myself waking up in a panic, thinking father is going to be furious with me only to realize that I don’t live with father anymore. There’s no reason for me to follow his rules. None of them apply here anymore. It should be nice, but oftentimes I find myself unsure of what I’m supposed to do with myself. I actually have free time now. It’s so… Weird.

I’ve spent quite a bit of the past tenday outside. Half because I don’t really know what to do otherwise and half because I almost brought one of the walls of the hut down with Eldritch Blast and so we’ve moved my practical training outside. Another part of it is allowing Wolf to run around and do what she wants. She doesn’t mind being indoors, but Morr’s hut is was too small for a creature like her, and all the smells from all of Morr’s salves and spell components make her nose itchy. It’s funny. Morr has the same problem. I don’t know what dried plant or bundle of fur is causing them to sneeze, but whatever it is it doesn’t bother me.

Overall I think life out here has been better, even if I am clueless. People take for granted just how freeing it is to be able to decide to just wander outside and explore. I’ve found all sorts of neat things out here. Like for one, if you go deep enough into the forest there isn’t snow everywhere. Instead it’s all in these big huge neat piles. At first I thought someone had been shoveling the snow off the ground, but that didn’t make sense because there was no signs of snow at all in the grass. But then like three or four days ago while me and wolf were out on a walk I saw what was actually happening. The trees here are so thick that the snow can’t get past the branches. Instead it just builds and builds and builds up into these big heavy piles until eventually one of the trees can’t bear the weight anymore and it all collapses. Then all the snow already on the trees falls into the new hole, and new snowfall drifts down from the sky. It scared me half to death when it happened, but now I find it really cool.

There’s also the sheer amount of magic that’s just all over the place. I wouldn’t call it an enchantment, as the magic here isn’t really doing anything. But it does explain the odd weightless feeling I got when I first walked up to Morr’s hut. That’s what arcane energy feels like, and it’s ALL over the place here. I tried asking Morr why the Wildwoods have so much magic in them, but so far every time I’ve asked she’s given me a different answer. Everything from it being linked to another plane to the magic being a remnant of her work here. Her answers are never the same, and when I called her out on it she just laughed and changed the subject, so… The mystery continues, I guess.

All the magic here has caused some changes to the landscape though. It’s part of why the trees are so thick. Natural trees don’t like being so close together because they need to use their leaves to gather sunlight, or something like that. Most plants need sunlight. Not the ones in the deep forest though. They seem perfectly happy living in the dark. Actually, I’ve noticed that there’s quite a few dead spots while wandering. Turns out most of the dead spots are from previous year’s snow collapses. The plants here DIE in direct sunlight, and while the holes are still open from the snow plants aren’t able to grow there. Not until the trees re-grow their branches to cover up the open sky. It’s very strange.

There’s also a lot more creatures like wolf that live here. More shadowy creatures able to melt into the darkness. All of them seem very wary at first, but once they see wolf with me they seem to feel more at ease. None of the other shadow things have dared to come up to me yet, but they do seem curious. Also, none of the others are wolves. Most look like people, and the ones that don’t mostly resemble small animals like squirrels or rabbits. The others don’t have glowing orange eyes, either. It’s either pure white or they don’t have eyes at all. Kind of creepy, but wolf has assured me they mean no harm, so who am I to judge? Of course, all the weird stuff only lives in the deeper part of the woods. Morr and I live right on the edge of the deep woods and the open woods. Everywhere else is just like any other forest. It has deer and coyotes and berries and all that stuff.

My studies have been coming along too! I’m actually not too bad at using cantrips now that I’ve gotten over the initial hesitancy. I kinda just do what I did with mage hand with all of my spells. Once the magic is channeled into my hands I draw what I want to do in the air with my fingers, and 99% of the time it does exactly what I want it to. The few times it doesn’t is usually because I’m not targeting something the spell can target. Some spells are VERY picky when it comes to what they can and can’t affect, and if you try to cast a spell on something it’s not able it won’t work no matter how perfectly you do the incantation.

Some of the spells Morr has given me are harder to practice than others because of that. Like, Witch Bolt. That spell can only target a living creature. And it has to be a creature, not a plant. Unless the plant is… Also a creature. Somehow? I dunno, Morr really tries to make me aware of the little technicalities and loopholes in spells but most of them just make things confusing. Anyway, because I have to target a creature we’ve had to find a creature for me to zap with lightning over and over again so I can actually practice using the spell. At first she insisted I just target her, but I couldn’t do that! Morr is my friend, I don’t want to hurt her. Even if she insists it’s okay.

She ended up summoning a creature of some sort to help me out. I didn’t really want to hurt it either, but Morr insisted that lightning wouldn’t hurt it. She convinced me to zap the creature and what do you know, it actually couldn’t be harmed by lightning. I found it fascinating that such a scary looking spell didn’t do anything to it at all. Morr used that as an opportunity to explain that, unlike natural creatures, a lot of magical beasts and fiends and undead and blah blah blah are resistant or immune to various different effects. Morr, for example, can’t be hurt by fire. She went as far as to prove it by shoving her entire arm into our lit fireplace which scared the hells out of me for a moment. She says depending on my path I might also end up with abilities like that, but it’s kind of hard to say where I’ll end up if I don’t even know where I’m going to begin with.

Oh right, I almost forgot. I was also told a bit more about this Forgotten King guy and I wanted to write it down so I’d remember. We were talking about it the other day, and I remember mentioning something about how it was weird that something as powerful as a lich could simply disappear from history. One would think the story of this king’s defeat would be all over the history books, yet nothing I’ve read ever mentions him. Even books that specifically talk about liches don’t have anything on this guy. I asked Morr about it and she kinda went on a little bit of a tangent over it.

To start, considering this guy is basically an unofficial god of death, most people that could have written or told stories about him uh… Died. Unsurprisingly. Not only that, but he himself never actually set foot in the material plane once he left. I guess he operated out of a place called Morr called the “plane of shadow”. Never heard of it before. Actually, I still don’t even really understand what a “plane” is. Morr talks about them all the time but she talks about them as if I already have context and I really don’t know how to interrupt her to ask a question like that. She talks so fast and so confidently. I can’t even wait for a break in the conversation because there just isn’t one. Morr talks until she’s finished talking, and usually by that time I’ve forgotten all about it and am more focused on something else. Just, uh… 

NOTE TO SELF: Ask Morr what a plane is!!!

But yeah, this lich guy operated in the plane of shadows and because of that people here on the material plane didn’t even know he was out doing… Whatever it was he was doing. That part hasn’t been made clear to me either. I think it had to do with him taking over the plane of shadows because Morr says he was really, really close to a total takeover by the time he was defeated. And he wasn’t even defeated by a good guy! He was betrayed by one of his generals. Like second in command or someone really high up the chain of command. I guess this person got sick of the guy and used what they knew about him to stab him in the back. He was defeated, but not killed. After that the whole ordeal faded to obscurity. Morr stresses that he wouldn’t have been defeated if not for this betrayal. He really was so powerful that only his inner circle knew how or had the tools to defeat him. Kinda scary. Makes me wonder what else is happening on this “plane” thingies that the world doesn’t know about.

It does make me wonder how information about this guy leaked out enough for people here to even form a cult to begin with. Like Morr says that they want to revive him, but she also says he isn’t dead so I don’t know how that’s going to work. She doesn’t either. Morr knows of the cult and has a general idea of who they’re connected to, but she doesn’t know much more than that. Which makes me think that this cult is either a brand new problem, or it’s gone under her radar. I don’t know which of the two is more concerning. I mean, if it’s the former that means that in such a short amount of time these people have become a big enough threat to get Morr worried. If it’s the latter, they may already be too far ahead for us to stop them…

I’d rather not dwell on that now though. I only wanted it written down so I’d actually remember. My memory already isn’t very good and when things scare me it makes it easier to blot them out and just… Forget about it. I wish it could be how it used to when I was younger. Things weren’t nearly as bad when I was a kid. Though at the same time, a single tenday here has been better than basically my entire life. People actually want me around here. Morr enjoys my company, and she’s been very uh… Accommodating to my needs. And wolf seems to like me for the most part. She’s still hesitant a little bit, and I really don’t know why. But I was told she was going to be like that from the beginning, so all in due time I guess. I just wish I knew her name. Me calling her “wolf” is the same as her calling me “changeling”, and I don’t like the sound of that at all…

Oh, also! Morr gave me this neat little necklace charm thingy. It looks like a really simplified version of the mask she wears. She says it’s her way of giving me magic without her needing to be around me. She explained it as a “spell focus”, which I guess is the same sort of thing as a wizard’s wand or a cleric’s holy symbol. Don’t know how it works, but she said it was important I kept it near me at all times. I don’t have any problem with that. I think it’s a cute little charm and I have no issues wearing it. It also has a TON of arcane energy in it which makes me feel all tingly, in a good way. It’s nice. Comforting in a weird way.

I wonder why that is? Like, I’ve had the same feeling walking through the Wildwoods or sitting in the hut. Being surrounded by the arcane is almost like feeling the touch of another person. It’s gentle and warm and it makes you feel all floaty. Which is weird, because back home whenever there was magic around all I ever felt was a growing sense of dread. Is it the type of magic out here that’s different? I’d have to imagine that’s the case because I know for a fact if all magic felt like this I would have felt it before. Or… Maybe I have felt something like this before and I just don’t remember it. I wouldn’t put it past me, honestly. Memories fade, and they’re so easy to distort and manipulate. I wouldn’t be surprised if father’s magic DID feel like this and my mind just warped it into something else because I didn’t want to associate something so nice with a person like him. But also I hope that that isn’t the case.

It is nice being able to use magic, though. It’s SO convenient to be able to clean up a spill at the snap of your fingers or be able to pick something up out of the snow without getting your hands all wet and cold. And illusions are just fun to make, because it’s just like drawing but you can make them move and talk and even smell! If I wanted I could make a bundle of flowers that actually smell like flowers as an illusion! I’ve been having fun making little animals for wolf to chase around. She knows they aren’t real, but when she catches them I make the illusion explode into a puff of smoke and she seems to find that entertaining. I do too, especially considering I’m not limited to just real animals. I can make whatever I want with illusions and no one can stop me!

[cyncerity]

Finding Family

Chapter 2

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notes: Next chapter! I was very excited for this one cause I finally get to write for everyone I like to write for in this chapter. Also, first chapter is also under the “Finding Family” tag if you haven’t read it <3

And oh boy we may be starting to get into plot here >:)

tw: none

The next morning was seemingly as normal as always as Schlatt woke up, stretching and reaching to take his phone off the charger. He groggily checked to see if there were any missed messages and was a bit more than surprised to see over 50 missed FaceTime calls from…Charlie of all people? Huh. That was…odd. Schlatt was about to call him back when the phone started to vibrate in his hands, showing Charlie’s profile picture.

He accepted the call to see Charlie looking more tired than he’d ever seen him, along with Minx just slightly farther from the phone, petting a giant guinea pig. Well, not giant, but on calls it was easy to forget just how small Charlie and Minx really were, so the sight off-put him a bit. “Jesus Christ, dude, finally! We’ve been trying to call you for like 40 fucking minutes!” Charlie shouted, interrupting Schlatt’s thoughts. “Yeah, I noticed. What the fuck is this urgent?” “There’s more borrowers coming to your apartment.”

Schlatt raised an eyebrow as he sat up and turned his lights on. “So? There’s a lot of you coming here already, what’s a few more?” “You don’t get it. My captain’s coming here. He ran the colony when the extermination happened. Y’know, in that apartment.” Schlatt winced at that, especially when he saw Minx’s eyes fall to the ground in the background. He knew that she had been in the colony longer than Charlie, and he expected that she had been there when it happened, but he never clarified it with her. If she didn’t want to talk about it, he wouldn’t force her to.

“I get that there’s been some bad shit that happened here, alright? But I didn’t have anything to do with that, and you know it. Just tell your captain that and-“ “He doesn’t get it.” Charlie interrupted. “He doesn’t think humans can be like us. He thinks you’re all soulless sociopathic monsters, he’s not willing to give human-borrower relations a chance.” “Then what do you want me to do?”

“Hide anything that could let the captain know that Tubbo is there. Ladders, ropes, anything you made to fit Tubbo’s size, hide it. Lock up his room and make sure he’s out of the apartment for the day.” Minx said, lifting her head in the background and joining the conversation. She stood up from Mochi’s side and walked closer to the screen. “I don’t think the captain would hurt him, but I don’t think he’d be to happy to know that a borrower as young as Tubbo has lived with humans for so long. I wouldn’t hold it past him to…take measures into his own hands.”

Schlatt sighed, swinging his legs off the bed and getting ready to start his day which was apparently going to consist of hiding all the small ropes and ladders he had set up for the borrowers’ convenience. “Alright, I get it, it’s urgent or something.” He said, running a hand down his face as he tried to make sense of the (apparently very non-specific) threat that this random borrower posed to his son. “When is this happening?” “Tomorrow before dawn.” Charlie answered. “Make sure Tubbo knows to stay away.” “Got it. Now if you’ll excuse me-“ “Go tell him now before you forget.” Minx interjected, crossing her arms. “I know how you are, Schlatt, your gonna put off tellin him and I’m gonna have to go and yell at you in person.” “How about you don’t tell me what to do you little bi-“ “Don’t fucking start with this it’s too early...” Charlie sighed.

“Jesus Christ fine, I get it, I’ll go wake him and tell him what you told me. He can stay in Quackity’s apartment tonight into tomorrow, is that what you want to hear?” Tension that Schlatt hadn’t even noticed before drained out of Charlie and Minx, their shoulders dropping and both of them seeming just a bit less stressed. “Yeah, that’s what we wanna hear.” Charlie answered, Minx nodding right next to him. “Sorry to bug you this early, dude, I wouldn’t if this weren’t important.” Charlie sighed. “Don’t worry about it, you ever need anything just call. But I have a kid to go wake up, so…” Charlie laughed slightly. “Yeah, man, go do that. I’ll see you later!” Charlie smiled back, him, Schlatt, and Minx waving as he hung up the call. Schlatt set his phone down fully got out of bed, stretching and letting his joints pop into place. He needed to go warn Tubbo about whatever was going on tomorrow. And, as much as he liked to pretend Minx didn’t know anything, she was probably right about him forgetting if he waited too long to tell Tubbo.

~~~

Tubbo sat up, stretching as he yawned. He leaned over a pressed a small black button just to his right. The large duck nightlight (a gift from Quackity when he was very young that he had promptly named “Benson”) glowed brightly, illuminating the small corner of the cupboard he called a room. As he stood up and opened the little chest full of his clothes he flicked a few more switched stuck to the walls, turning on bee shaped fairy lights that had been stapled to his ceiling, fully lighting up the rest of the room.

He wasn’t sure what a normal room looked like for other borrowers, but he liked his room. Back when he was younger, on his 10th birthday if his memory served him right, his dad had cleaned out and fully re-purposed a cupboard in the kitchen for Tubbo to turn into a bedroom, and had given him full say over what went in it. He and his dads had spent hours online looking for decorations to make it feel like a normal human room. And that it did.

There were a weird number of things perfectly his size that humans used for things like school lockers and dollhouses, and he had found him-sized normal appliances like shelves, vanities, beds, and other things. Did he choose to use these things? Admittedly…no. Not most of them, anyway. He took advantage of having a few chests, chairs, and a nice little bee carpet that he found on Etsy, but there were still plenty of things in his room that were fashioned from bigger things than him. And while some borrowers might have jumped at the chance to have a room that didn’t remind them of their small stature, Tubbo couldn’t bring himself to care. After all, apparently beanbags make great beds! And Schlatt had the great idea to install an outlet in his room and glue a phone case to the wall, so it was like having a giant tv screen right across from his bed! He didn’t know many humans who had that. Well, he didn’t know many humans, period, but it made him feel good anyway. And it certainly beat the drawer in Schlatt’s room that he slept in for the majority of his life.

His morning routine was interrupted by a short knock on his “door” (and by door he meant the entire wall that faced away from the kitchen). “One second!” He yelled as he finished changing from his pajamas into regular clothes. He ran to a small lever to the right of his bed and pulled, releasing the wall and lowering it down till it was an extension of his floor.

That was another thing he liked about his room: both walls did that. It reminded him of the mystical castles in fairy tales he was told as a child, where a door would be lowered over a dangerous moat and allow entry to a some magical kingdom, which he thought was cool as shit. One wall could fall down towards his kitchen and give him a view of the window, where he could see the whole city. The other would fall down towards the living room, and he could interact with his family from the comfort of his own room. And that wall specifically was lined with a fluffy carpet! How cool was that?

The wall fell and Tubbo made his way onto the extension where Schlatt was standing, plopping down onto the carpet and idly fiddling with the course fabric. “What’s up?” “I got a…weird call from Charlie and Minx earlier. They said some other borrowers are coming over tomorrow and-“ Tubbo’s eyes widened as he cut of his father. “New borrowers?” He couldn’t help the excitement that rose up on his chest. New borrowers. More people like him. As much as he loved his human family, he knew so few borrowers, and the idea of conversing with someone new and his size was more than intriguing. “Hold on,” Schlatt interrupted his train of thought. “Charlie said it was really important that you absolutely don’t make contact with them. He and Minx were being really cryptic and shit, but they seemed serious. Said their captain and some others were coming by and Minx said she didn’t know what would happen to you if you were spotted.” Tubbo tried to process that. Why couldn’t he meet them? Would they hurt him? Were they cruel? Would they not want a borrower that wasn’t in their colony intruding in their territory or something? But Schlatt said Uncle Charlie and Aunt Minx referred to the new borrower as their “captain.” Uncle Charlie and Aunt Minx wouldn’t live with cruel borrowers, they were too nice for that. Schlatt apparently saw how much Tubbo was thinking about it, and began to lightly trail his fingers down Tubbo’s back, causing the borrower to snap out of his spiral of thoughts. “Look, I don’t know what the fucks going on either, but you should probably spend the night at Q’s place while I hide your ladders and shit, how about that?” Schlatt said, concern obvious in his tone. And though Tubbo would absolutely love to know what’s going on, he realized that whatever was happening was happening for his own good. He trusted Uncle Charlie and Aunt Minx and he definitely trusted his Dad.

“…Ok,” Tubbo nodded. “Sounds good. I can bug them about this in a few days.” Schlatt laughed lightly. “Me too, bud. Now what do you say we go get some breakfast, huh?” Tubbo grinned, nodding his head and stepping off the wall extension back into his room. He jokingly saluted as he pulled the lever once again and the wall began to rise. Schlatt smiled and saluted back. Tubbo laughed as the wall clicked back into place and he turned around to the lever on the left of his bed, pulling it and lowering the wall adjacent to the kitchen. The moment the wall was lowered enough, Tubbo jumped out. He knew Schlatt wouldn’t let him fall. And sure enough, he fell for approximately two seconds before he was caught, his father mumbling something about “lack of self preservation instincts,” but Tubbo was too busy laughing to care. Schlatt set him on the windowsill and began to get ingredients for breakfast out. Tubbo leaned against the cool glass of the window and watched the sunrise over the silhouette of the city, the colors blending together mesmerizing him.

He sat and stared until the sky was fully blue and the sun hurt his eyes. He turned to his dad, who was putting a very small amount of yogurt and very crushed up granola into a tiny bowl (that had been probably been made to go in a dollhouse set) with the ease that only someone who had done this everyday for twelve years would be able to do. “Hey Dad?” Tubbo asked. “Yeah?” “Can me, Ranboo, and Tommy have a sleepover?” Schlatt finished filling the little bowl and gave it to Tubbo, scruffing his hair with one finger. “Sure thing, kiddo, just don’t get into too much trouble.”

~~~

“…So apparently I’m just not allowed to meet them! What kind of bullshit is that?!” Tubbo ranted, pacing back and forth across the floor of Ranboo and Tommy’s “house.” In reality, it was a few small interconnected rooms in the walls with little light and more dust than he would ever consider ok if he lived here, but neither other borrower seemed to mind it. That, and the one time Tubbo had brought it up, both of his friends had mocked him for being “extremely wealthy” and “too upperclass to be in the dwelling space of peasants like them” for a month. And don’t even get him started on the “eat the rich” comments, he still gets those. So yeah. Tubbo would deal with the shoddy living space that his best friends apparently preferred, all of them sitting in the one room that was just slightly larger than the other three, apparently making it the living room.

“That’s…weird.” Tommy said from where he sat on the floor. “I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? They don’t like you, so what? They’re not gonna murder you if they’re friends of Charlie’s.” “That’s what I was thinking!!” Tubbo shouted in frustration, flopping backwards onto a stolen cornhole beanbag that Ranboo was sitting on, laying directly on top of him. Ranboo didn’t seem to mind. That, or he had just gotten used to this. Tubbo assumed it was the latter, but like hell was he getting up. Ranboo was comfy.

“Are they a threat to you specifically or to any borrowers in this area? Cause if they were dangerous, Charlie would have told us, too, since we’re pretty close to your apartment.” Ranboo added, completely ignoring the fact the Tubbo was on top of him. “That’s a good point. But what would they want with me?” Tubbo thought aloud. The three of them sat thinking for a minute before Tommy turned to the other two with a mischievous grin on his face, his cat like eyes narrowing the way they did every time he got a bad idea. “Why don’t we find out?” He said simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “No…” Ranboo started, turning to Tubbo who, to his horror, seemed to be actually thinking over the idea. “No! Absolutely not! We don’t know who these people are, and even if they’re not a threat to me and Tommy, are we really willing to risk you like that?” Ranboo finished, pulling Tubbo off of him to look him in the eyes. Tubbo sighed.

He didn’t like disobeying people he cared about, since he knew that they did everything for his well-being. He shouldnt want to spy on random borrowers. But…his dad was confused, too, wasn’t he? He knew what was going on about as well as Tubbo did, and Tubbo was confused as hell. So, maybe he was spying for the both of them? A flimsy excuse, but an excuse nonetheless. Besides, when had Tubbo ever just denied a chance for adventure? “…as long as we aren’t seen it should be fine.” Tubbo finally answered. Ranboo groaned and put his face in his hands as Tommy whooped in excitement. “But we absolutely can’t be seen!” Tubbo rushed to clarify. “Even if we figure out those borrowers aren’t an actual threat, I’d get an earful from Uncle Charlie and Dad. We have to be sneaky about this.” “Don’t even worry about it, Tubs, sneaky is my middle name.” Tommy said, moving to the shorter borrower to sling an arm around his shoulder. “Uh huh. Because trying to steal an entire can of coke out of a fridge and then cussing out Sapnap when you got caught is the definition of sneaky.” Ranboo deadpanned at his roommate. “Tell me, is ‘Sneaky’ before or after ‘Careful Danger Kraken’?” “Why don’t you shut up, boob boy? My many middle names are just too cool for you.” Tommy shot back, sticking his tongue out at Ranboo. Tubbo laughed at their antics, the lighthearted banter helping ease some of the weight off his chest. This was gonna go well. It had to. So why was he so nervous on just spying on a few borrowers? Maybe it was just the lack of specified risk. His dad said Charlie wasn’t specific about why Tubbo had to stay away. That had to be it. But he didn’t have anything to be afraid of, it wasn’t like he was doing this alone, he had his two best friends coming along. And he didn’t think they were dangerous borrowers. So, there wasn’t anything that could go wrong…

Right?

[creepychan08]

Yandere Oikawa x reader

It was a known fact that Oikawa always get what he wants. Be it in sports,  academics,  or girls he always come out at the top and he relishes in the attention that he gets. With his smooth words and gestures,  he managed to get the hearts of everyone he met- teachers, classmates, the trust of his teammates and even the principal himself.

Oh and did I mention?

Oikawa Tooru is the great Alpha of Aoba Johsai.

In this world,  werewolves exist and the population is divided into three class- alphas, betas, and the omegas.

There is also a predestined mate for each one of them. Usually, werewolves find their mate during their high school days where there bodies started releasing pheromones that catch the attention of their specific mates.

Despite of this however,  unmated werewolves can still flirt with anyone as long as they were still not taken to just generally waste their youth.

You were one of the people who are against that. You believed that since everyone has their own mates,  they must remain pure and untouched until they meet the one destined for them. That way even before meeting them,  it shows their loyalty in waiting for their partner.

Yes, and that's why you kind of despise Oikawa Tooru. Unfortunately,  he is your classmate so you have to suffer everyday in just being near his presence. His huge ego doesn't help as well.

"Omg,  look,  look!! He's sitting over there! I wanna talk to him!"

"Oikawa-senpai looks so hot today!!"

"Gosh,  I wonder if he will accept this lunch I prepared for him!"

"Notice me, Oikawa!!!"

The shrieks of girl flocking outside your classroom caused another headache in your already throbbing head. Closing your eyes in distressed,  you buried your head in your desk trying to drown out the sounds. Some of your classmates surrounded Oikawa and were eagerly shoving letters and foods on his desk as he laughed and winked flirtatiously at them.

You sighed and took out your bento,  figuring that it would be better to eat somewhere quiet. Standing up,  you didn't notice the gaze that followed your form as you exit your classroom.

Timeskip

It was the end of the last period and you walked out of the school when you forgot your textbook underneath your desk. Heaving a sigh of irritation,  you turned around and went back only to see two people talking in your classroom.

With the light from the sunset coating the room in a soft orange glow, you squint your eyes to see Oikawa with his hand tilting the chin of another girl as he moved his face forward and from where you can see, softly press his lips to the pair of awaiting ones. Feeling your face burn in embarassment from the scene, you gasped and quickly hide when you saw him turn towards you.

Disgusting.  Fucking disgusting.

Is the thought going in your head. You know he's a playboy but you couldn't help the shivers of disgust that runs in your body as you saw his display. How could he do that??  And the girl as well??  Yes,  they were unmated but still!  Haven't they ever thought how their mates would feel when they discover how their mates acted before meeting them? First kiss,  first hug,  first date. Wouldn't it be better to reserve that for your mate when you finally meet them?

Shaking your head in defeat you kind of pitied whoever ends up as Oikawa's mate. Oh well none of your business.

As you decided to forego your earlier plan of picking up your book, you turned to walk back down again when you feel a cold hand tightly gripping your arm.

"Yn-chan~" an eerie voice sounded loud in your ears as you shuddered in response. Turning around you saw Oikawa with the usual grin on his face but there was something dangerous in his eyes.

"Its bad to watch a confession,  you know?"

"I-" you felt the words stuck in your throat but you took a deep breath and faced him properly.

"I apologized for that Oikawa-san. I didn't meant to watch. I was just getting my book- I left it behind but seeing as you two were busy, I decided to just leave it there." You explained.

"Oh and please don't call me by my given name. We are not close. It's Ln-san to you."

Oh? One of Oikawa's eyebrows raised at your statement before he dramatically bowed at you as he pulled the door to the classroom open.

"By all means, please take what you need, Ln-san." It wasn't much but you feel uncomfortable in his presence so you quickly entered the room to find the girl crying where she stood. Trying to get out of the place at once,  you took your book and immediately flee the scene only to hear Oikawa giggling at you from behind.

"Don't worry Ln-san,  I didn't kiss her~ Take care!"

You scoffed in return. Who the fuck cares about that? That egoistic bastard!

A week has passed after that and you'd gladly say that everything return to normal but unfortunately it did not. After that encounter,  Oikawa started acting different around you. He seems to bother you at any chance he could. Like suddenly talking to you in class and asking to be partners for activities. Occasionally asking to have lunch with you as well.

Needless to say, you gather a lot of hatred from his fangirls who started harassing you. You heaved another sigh. Well.. there goes your plan for a quiet school year. Inwardly you curse him in your mind as you trudge towards your club activity. Hopefully, seeing your friends in the club can help dampen your negative mood.

It was night time when you finish in the school. Your friends waved goodbye to you and you return the notion as you slowly walked behind them. You took the time and just admire your surroundings. You always love watching the stars and moon. It makes you feel peaceful and relaxed.

Weirdly though,  you felt something unusual in your body. There was a tingling sensation and you felt light headed. Fortunately there was a bench near the gates of the school so you decided to rest there for a couple of minutes.

Breathing in the clean air around you,you try to relax when you suddenly pick up the scent of the most wonderful aroma you've ever smell. A group of footsteps soon followed and you watch a small crowd of volleyball players come out of the gym and towards the exit of the school.

You froze as you realized that wonderful smell is coming from their direction.

You feel your heart stopped. Is your mate a part of the Aoba Johsai volleyball club!?? Who is it??

Your answer soon came when you saw a lone pair of shoes stopped a distance before you. His friends unknowingly leaving him behind.

"Yeah,  don't you agree,  Shittykawa?" you heard a guy said before realizing they left their friend behind.

"Oi,  what are you standing there for?  Hurry up Oikawa!"

Your eyes twitched as it slowly goes up to see the owner of the pair of shoes that stop a distance from you and the group.

Oikawa Tooru.

He's your fucking mate!!?? 

Your mind couldn't grasp the info as you stared dumbly at him. At his awestruck look as well. His teammates seems to piece the picture and they immediately left,  bidding him farewell.

"You're my mate..." Oikawa whispers,  and you saw how he look at you as if you're the most precious thing in the world. You wish you could say the same. But its not because he's fucking Oikawa!  The one who played around and break a lot of girl's hearts. The one who probably had sex with a lot of girls before you.

And it broke your heart.

"Why is it you?" you asked, seeing him walk nearer towards you.

He stopped and looked at you like you shot him.

"What?"

"I've been waiting for this moment all my life and now... " You turn to hide your tears, ashamed to let him see your appearance.

"Don't!" Oikawa shouted, grasping your face with both of his face as he turn your face towards him.

"I always wondered why am I drawn to you in the past days.. what is it with you? And why have you caught my interest. I thought its because of what happened back then in that afternoon when you saw me with her." Then he shook his head,  "But I guess its not so. You see Yn-chan even before I knew you were my mate, it seems my body already knows its you. You're mine!" And with a strong force he pulled you towards him in a crushing embrace.

You stiffened. The words he uttered must be romantic to others but it only made shivers run down your spine. You don't know why but when he pulled back to look at you and you stared at those golden eyes of his, both pupils dilated, a rush of fight and flight kick in. He is dangerous. Your mind screamed at you. Get away from him!

You pushed him back and started running down past the school gates towards the empty street. You looked back to see his astonished face before it morph to a feral look and he smiled widely at you.

"Oh Yn-chan, don't run away~"

A set of footsteps soon followed and you gasped as you hear it coming nearer and nearer you.

"No!  Please stop!  Don't follow me!!!" You screamed as you continued running,  panting for breath. You knew there was something dangerous about him and with him acting like that it only proves your point.

"No!!  Can't you see you're mine and mine alone!! I'm your alpha!! " He yelled and with one lunge he pounced at you, grabbing you as you fall to the cement floor. Twisting his body so he take the blunt fall, you both finally skidded to stop. With you on top of him.

Opening your eyes,  you breath heavily as you realized you were lying on top of someone breathing as hard as you. That and you felt arms tightly wrapped around your waist was enough to jolt you back to reality.

Eh?

From below,  you saw Oikawa grin madly at you.

"I catched you now babe~ So don't try to escape me, your one and only alpha~"

Fin

[visionofhope04]

Hii I was lowkey wondering if you would do something maybe like a one shot of neglected where reader is older (18-20) and dipped out of the house and became a singer and one of her songs basically exposed them for how they treated reader and in like an interview she full on tells them how she doesn’t even talk to them and like only Jason

This is literally perfect. I love this idea! I was planning on making a singer batsis reader anyway so here you go! I'll be making this part 4 of the series instead of a one shot. There’s a bit of angst. Btw, thanks so much for your support everyone! I'm glad you enjoy this series! Feel free to request anything you'd like besides smut as well!

This is the longest thing I have ever written so there will be a part 5. I planned on this being the last part but it's just so much. It’s not proofread and neither are all of the other parts because I post at 1 am most of the time lol. Hope you like it!

f/n = friend name

Y/G/N = your group name

N/S = news station

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Current) Part 5

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You were sick of it. Sick of how even after confronting them about how you felt and almost dying because of it, they still neglected you. You couldn't wait to move out at the age of 18, even if it proved to be a struggle. You had taken mini jobs since you turned 15 and saved up since then. You just couldn't see them anymore as it would remind you of how they treated you that day at that hospital. None of them apologized either. They just pretended it never happened and continued to ignore you. The media had a field day with speculation of what had happened but eventually stopped because Bruce had claimed it was “just a bad case of the flu” which they believed.

Jason was always the only one that would talk to you. He was the only one that actually cared enough to make sure you were taking proper care of yourself and that you wouldn't have a repeat of what happened. He took you places, spent time with you and gave you advice. You even had a tradition where you'd always meet up at the manor's library every week at the same time that same day every week and just have a mini book club together. He always made time for you and never bailed on you.

So on your 18th birthday, he helped you move out. You managed to rent a small apartment in Star City with the money you had saved up. It wasn’t that close to the manor which was a good thing. The neighborhood wasn’t good but it wasn’t as bad as Gotham’s neighborhoods so you would be fine. You could handle yourself with your assassin training if needed. You also managed to get hired at a cafe which was about a five minutes walking distance from your apartment.

It had taken a while but eventually, you had packed all of your belongings into color coded containers and moved them into Jason’s car with his help. You didn’t say goodbye to anyone as you had no friends to say bye to and you knew that your so called “family” couldn’t care less about what you did with your life. ‘This is it, hopefully the last time I’ll ever be near this place.’ You thought. You didn’t plan on stepping foot in Gotham ever again after you left. It would bring back too many memories you prefer to keep buried away deep inside your mind.

The car ride to Star City was entertaining. You and Jason conversed the whole time, telling jokes and listening to his funny tales with the radio playing softly in the background. Eventually, a song you both loved came on and you both started yell-singing along to the lyrics. You wished those moments could be permanent. You were both so carefree and nothing else mattered besides having fun and enjoying yourselves.

You now stood in the doorway of your new apartment, admiring your new home. Jason and yourself had just finished unpacking all of your belongings. You really liked how it looked and thought you both did an amazing job at designing the place perfectly according to your style. Jason, unfortunately, had to leave in order to avoid raising suspicions. Once you both said your byes, he left you to your apartment.

Jason drove back home in silence. He hated to admit it but he would miss you dearly. You were always there for him and helped him with anything. You tried your best to always comfort him and make him feel better on his darkest days and it would always work. Somehow you seemed to always have the right words to say or knew exactly what to do to help him. Out of everyone he was closest to you. He assumed it was because he could relate to you the most. More so how you felt. He’d felt like the black sheep of the family before you came, and he was. When you came, you took that role from him. It pained him to see how much their insults would affect you, even if you were good at hiding it. He could just tell.

Jason made it back to the manor after a while and went straight to the library. He didn't want to deal with the others. After the whole hospital situation, he'd never really bother interacting with them. He hated how they treated you as if you didn’t exist and hated how much pain they had caused you and that they didn’t even care. He guessed that they'd probably be doing something for Damian's birthday and forgot that you were his twin. They probably couldn’t even remember that Damian had a twin.

He made it to the library and pulled out one of his favorite books. He’d read it so many times you’d often joke that he could probably recite the whole book by heart at this point. Sitting down in a chair, he started to read. However, he couldn’t bring himself to stop thinking about what it would’ve been like if they treated you how they did Damian. The both of you were Bruce’s real children. You both even looked like clones of him! At first, Jason thought you would’ve been the favorite twin due to your personality. Even though you were twins, your personalities were polar opposites. You even refused to kill! You were trained by the League so why didn’t you kill as Damian did?

Jason knew you would benefit them greatly if you joined. You had self control, didn’t kill, could act perfectly, lie perfectly, do well under pressure, and not to mention your skills. Being raised by the League may have been torture, but you managed to gain incredible skills out of it. You could take on at least ten guys who doubled you in size and beat them within five minutes. You even bested Damian in spars and he was supposedly dubbed the “better twin” by Talia, so why hadn’t they let you join their nightly crusades like they had let Damian when the both of you first arrived?

Damian passed by your room but noticed something was off. He decided to take a look. He twisted the doorknob and pushed. The room which was once occupied by you now looked extremely plain and bare, stripped of all of its accessories. The only things left were the bed itself, multiple dressers, and a vanity. It looked as if it had been vacant the whole time. It might as well have been. Damian couldn’t really remember what it had looked like since he’s never paid much mind to it but he could tell there was a drastic difference. He knew that you disliked just leaving your room plain unlike himself and wanted at least something to make it look less boring.

He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. Had you finally been kicked out by Bruce? Did you get shipped off to a boarding school like he had been suggesting to your father for years? He decided to go ask. He exited the room and closed the door behind him, taking off for Bruce’s office. Walking down the hall, he suddenly remembered that he had seen you leave with Jason. This meant that you were not at a boarding school like he had originally thought. But then why was your room vacant?

Instead of going to see Bruce, he decided to go see Jason and bring up the matter with him instead. He changed directions and headed to the library where he knew he’d find Jason. It was no secret that Jason was a book worm so Damian had a fifty percent chance of finding him there.

He entered the library and was immediately greeted with the sight of Jason sitting comfortably on a chair, legs crossed with a book opened in his hands. Jason didn’t bother to look up from his book as he spoke.

“What do you want Demon Spawn?”

“I’ve come to obtain the whereabouts of my sister.”

“You mean my sister?”

“She’s not your sister!” Damian exclaimed.

“Well I act more like a brother than you do.”

“Where is Y/N? Her whole room is bare.”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Just tell me, you imbecile!” Damian said, growing increasingly frustrated by Jason’s blunt answers.

“She’s not here.”

“Then where is she?”

“Not here.”

“Just tell me already Todd, I have no time for your foolish games!”

“She moved out.” Jason said, giving in.

“What?! Where.” Damian demanded.

“Why would I tell you?”

“Because I demand to know!”

“Okay and?”

“Tell me!”

“No.”

“Why not!”

“Because you don’t even care.”

“And you do?”

“Yes, I actually do Damian! I’m there for her when she needs me the most. I’m there for her while she’s watching you live the perfect life that she’s just a background character in! While you and the others ignore that she even exists! I’m there for her when she breaks down and has panic attacks! And what were you all doing to try and help her? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” Jason snapped.

“Y/N’s fine, I know my twin!” Damian screamed.

“Do you even know what her favorite color is?” Jason questioned in a harsh tone.

“...” Was Damian’s reply.

“Exactly! You don’t! You and the others have never cared about her, so why all of a sudden do you care now? You don’t know anything about her so don’t act like you do!” Jason then stood up and walked out of the room in a fit of rage.

Damian stood there, shocked. Had Jason just refused to answer his question? He was about to follow him but decided against it. Why was Damian going to chase Jason down just for her? She was just an annoyance, a mistake, imperfect. He had been wanting to get rid of her for so long, so why doesn’t he feel relieved? Why does he feel guilty? He decided to stop dwelling on it and get on with life. He figured it would happen eventually if it hadn’t happened then.

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It had been a year since that day. The day you left your old life behind and started a new life, a better one. One where you weren’t constantly ignored. One where you actually had more than one person care about you. Instead of seeing yourself as a failure and disappointment, you now saw yourself as an amazing person (which you always were). You had been going to a community college in Star City. You made many friends there and started up a music career with three of them.

Their names were f/n, f/n and f/n. You all started off by taking random gigs anywhere you could. You performed covers of songs and would receive standing ovations all the time. Seeing as your group was well liked, you decided to write and produce your own songs. At the age of 19, Y/G/N released their first album. It went viral within a day and everyone was talking about it. After a week, several articles were posted, praising your work. News Stations talked about all the records Y/G/N managed to break. People started to stream it like crazy, and you couldn’t be happier with all the positive feedback you were receiving.

You had been a Wayne once, meaning you had experience in dealing with the media. Since you had already been used to it, you knew you’d all eventually be invited to interviews. So, when you had received an email stating how N/S wanted a one on one interview with you, you weren’t sure how to feel. You weren’t looking forward to interviews with your whole group, let alone one where you would be alone. You knew how unfiltered interviewers could be and didn’t feel comfortable with it.

However, you decided it would be best to go. So here you were, sitting in front of the interviewer in an uncomfortable chair preparing for the interview to start. You had somehow managed to keep a smile plastered on your face the entire time while you were a nervous wreck on the inside. You hoped none of the questions would be sexist as they usually were towards women. However, you had no more time to think about that. You heard clicking, signaling that you were about to go live. Once you heard the last click, you knew you were live and the interview had begun.

“Hello everyone, welcome back to N/S. My name is Jerald Tangleberry and I’m here today with songwriter, singer, and celebrity, Y/N Wayne! How are you?”

You waved to the camera and then answered, “Hello everyone! I’m doing good, how about you?”

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking! So by now I’d assume everyone knows that you’ve released an album with your group. How does it feel to gain more fame?”

“It doesn’t feel any different. Fame wasn’t our goal when we released the album. It was to express ourselves.”

“Mhm, well Ms. Wayne, what inspired you to write songs?”

“Well we know people may be in a tough spot in their life right now and want them to know they aren’t alone.”

“That’s so true. Some fans have been speculating that every member has three songs that specifically relate to them since there are twelve songs in total and three of the songs have the same group member as the introduction part of the song. Is this true?”

“Yes, it is true.”

“So all three of your songs relate to family issues of some sort. Is that hinting that you have family issues?”

“Yes, actually. My family isn’t the best. They ignored me all the time, even when they weren't busy. The only person who didn’t was Jason.”

“You’re saying it in the past tense.”

“I moved out about a year ago. When I was around 14, I suffered from anorexia. My family would always ignore me since they were either busy doing work or hanging out with each other. The only family member that acknowledged me was Jason. I assumed it was because there was something wrong with me. I started to hate myself so much to the point of starvation. One day, I passed out right before a gala and my oldest brother Dick found me passed out on the floor. They took me to the hospital and when I woke up, Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian started fussing about how I’d ruin their image if the media knew what actually happened. They started to yell at me and told me how I was a useless burden. I started to have a panic attack so I kicked them out. Jason stayed behind with me and comforted me. Ever since then I made a planed to save enough money so I could move out when I turned 18, which I did.”

“Oh, wow. So Jason was the only one who interacted with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like the Wayne family isn’t as perfect as they seem.”

“No family is actually perfect.”

“Did your family try contacting you at all after they found out about Y/G/N?”

“Not yet. They’re probably too busy or don’t care.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright, I got over it. What’s the next question.”

“Oh-” He cleared his throat and continued the interview. (So basically I don’t wanna bore you all lol)

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Jason had woken up late into the afternoon that day. Patrol that morning had exhausted him. There was a huge breakout at Arkham they had assisted with. They successfully locked up every escapee, so today, Jason just wanted to relax until it would be time for patrol again. Even though he was exhausted, he knew he couldn’t take a break. The others wouldn’t and it would be unfair to them if he did.

He headed over to his couch with his phone and a bowl of popcorn in hand, ready to watch random movies the entirety of the day. He set down his phone on the coffee tables and grabbed the TV remote. When he turned on the TV, he almost dropped the popcorn and remote. You were sitting on a chair, giving an award winning smile while you politely answered the man’s questions. He was baffled. He didn’t know why you were being interviewed, let alone on TV at all! You made it clear you didn’t want to have any relations with your family any longer and you couldn’t stand publicity, so what were you doing?

He placed the bowl down and snatched his phone off the table. Unlocking his phone, he quickly dialed your phone number. However, he realized that the interview was live and that he would be interrupting it if he called you then. Deciding to wait, he placed his phone back down, picked up the bowl, and then got comfortable.

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[dreamerstreamer]

A Terrible Tutor

Pairing: Dream / Clay x gn!reader

Summary: [High School!AU] He’s cocky, annoying, a total tease, has a laugh loud enough to shake the stars, and you hate him. But as luck would have it, he’s also your tutor.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: minor cursing

A/N: this is based on a classmate i had way back! (we did not fall in love. he was awful.) i’ve also never taken physics, but i tried something a bit new for the reader’s personality. i hope you enjoy :) <3

You glared down at your physics textbook, the open pages staring back up at you with beady eyes made of diagrams and labels. Off to the side, your notebook was strewn across your desk, a list of questions scribbled across the top line in a hurried rush. The handwriting was messier than you would have liked, but the thought didn’t irritate you.

What did irritate you was that it was nearly half past four, and your so-called tutor still hadn’t shown up.

You could still envision the concerned look on Mr. Craftson’s face as he held you back a moment after class, watching as the rest of your classmates poured out of the door with an anxious look. He had offered you a kind smile before pulling out your test from the week before, and you winced at the numerous red marks scattered across the front page alone.

“I know you’ve been struggling in this class,” he said, gazing at you almost pitifully.

You tried not to glower at the sight of his apologetic eyes trained on you, instead nodding your head slowly. “It’s been… hard,” you said slowly.

He leaned an arm on his chair, pushing your test toward you. “You ask questions in class,” he hummed, “and from what I’ve seen, you complete your homework diligently.” His smile fell. “Yet here you are me, with the lowest mark in my class.”

You wanted to shrivel up into a ball. Maybe he didn’t have to say it like that, but he wasn’t wrong, either.

At your silence, he prodded at you. “Is there anything going on at home that might be hindering you, or…?”

You whipped your head up, your eyes wide. “No! Things are—things are great. It’s just…”

You swallowed, then sighed, fidgeting your fingers on your lap. “I guess,” you murmured, trying to quell the shame flaring up inside you, “I’ve just been really struggling with the material, and none of it’s really been clicking.”

Mr. Craftson’s face softened in an instant. “That’s alright. Thank you for being honest with me. If my teaching hasn’t been working out with you…”

He paused, rubbing at the blond stubble on his chin for a moment. Then, his face lit up and he leaned forward. “Tell you what,” he said. “I’ve got a great student who I think might be able to explain things to you in a way you might be able to grasp a little better. He’s got the best marks in this class.”

Your eyes widened. The best in the class? He had to be a genius.

“I have a good feeling he can meet you tomorrow at four after school to help you out,” he continued, leaning against the arm rest of his office chair. “What do you say?”

You blinked, a thoughtful look passing over your face. Lord knew you needed the help—you were practically failing the class—but an uneasy stone settled into the pit of your stomach. You’ve never needed tis much help to pass a class before. The thought made you want to gag. Slowly, you opened your mouth.

“Do I have to…” You gestured vaguely. “Pay him or something?”

His cerulean eyes blinked at you for a second, then he laughed—the kind of deep-belly laugh only teachers seemed to be able to have. “No, no,” he said, waving his hand at you, “not at all. He’s a good kid. He wouldn’t do something like that.”

You bobbed your head, your insides crumbling. You didn’t want to accept, you really didn’t. Part of you guys wanted to believe that you could just work harder, study by yourself even more. You were a dedicated student, and you were doing just fine in all your other classes. Surely the content couldn’t get that much harder, right?

But as your gaze lowered to the red ink staining your test once more, you felt yourself swallowing the lump in your throat. Straightening your back, you let your stubborn pride seep out of your shoulders and onto the floor.

It looked like this was a sacrifice you were simply going to have to make.

“Thank you so much for the offer,” you said, letting your lips curl up into a genuine, grateful smile. “It—it really means a lot.”

Mr. Craftson grinned at you, an easygoing flint shining in his eyes. “Of course. You’re a bright student. Sometimes we all just need a little push.”

You could still remember shaking his hand in thanks before bundling your stuff in your arms and shuffling into the hall, tucking your feet between the pages of your textbook. That had been yesterday, and now, the same one was sitting on your desk, open to a new page full of jumbled words you could hardly decipher.

The chair across from you was distinctly empty.

He—whoever he was—was late.

You distantly wondered to yourself who your tutor even was, your gaze drifting down to your textbook. Mr. Craftson had said he was the best student taking the class. Would it be George? He always seemed like he knew what was going on, and he never really asked questions. But sometimes, he looked like he was just zoning out. Maybe it was Technoblade. He was smart. You paused, then shook your head. No, everyone knew he was one of those English kids.

The thought made you furrow your brows, wracking your head even more. The words on the page grew muddled and fuzzy as you thought even more. Just who was it?

Just then, you heard the classroom door swing open with the same loud creak every door in the school seemed to have. The sound of heavy breaths and panting filled the air, then a haggard voice spoke up.

“Hey, I’m so sorry I’m late.”

You didn’t look up from your page, letting a sigh escape your lips as you lifted your head. Plastering a polite smile to your face, you let your gaze travel toward your tutor. “Hi, it’s nice to me—”

Suddenly, your voice died in your throat as your eyes locked onto the figure standing in the doorway. Towering over the desks with a duffel bag resting against his hip, his dirty blond locks were damp and matted against his forehead, his emerald eyes blinking at you. Something bitter and warm twisted in your gut at the sight, and the smile dropped off your face and into a scowl.

“Oh,” you said flatly. “It’s you.”

The smile he offered you was easygoing, but you didn’t miss the strain in his gaze. “It’s me.”

You bit on the inside of your cheek, your heart practically revolting against your rib cage with the way it was hammering. A million questions were darting around the inside of your skull, only making your blood boil even more with each passing second.

Of all the people you had expected to show up, Clay was easily the last.

The two of you had first met back in freshman year in your first science class—he had sat behind you and had the loudest laugh on the planet, or so you were convinced. You were quieter back then, but just as stubborn and snappish as now. Soon enough, one thing led to another, and you swore the two of you were suddenly enemies for life.

Although you couldn’t remember what had caused your little feud, you knew that he was the one who started it. He was loud and kicked your chair, he just loved to borrow your pens and never return them, and you could never figure out just why he loved to tease you so much. You don’t think you learned a single thing in that class, always distracted by the presence staring a hole into your back, and you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.

Naturally, that meant your teacher assigned him to sit behind you for the rest of the year. To this day, you were convinced she hated you, and you still avoided her in the halls.

To say that science class was your least favourite would be an understatement, and soon enough, everybody was in on your hatred for each other. Clay never seemed to stop pestering you no matter how hard you tried to ignore him, and you would never forget the day you finally snapped at him, whipping around to glare at him with your cheeks on fire.

“Will you please shut up?”

The shocked look on his face was still burned into your memory as it melted into a wide, proud grin.

“Only if you make me.”

Even years later, he always seemed to find a way to worm himself back into your life, and you hated it. You hated him, simple as that.

So, seeing him standing in front of you like this, it took every ounce of your strength to keep your voice as neutral as possible.

“What took you so long?”

He patted his duffel bag before slipping it off his shoulder and setting it on the ground. “I just finished football practice. Coach ran a little long and I figured it would be polite to take a shower before so I didn’t smell all sweaty when I tutored you.”

You blinked, your mouth falling open. That explained his wet hair, you guessed. While you were vaguely flattered, you were distracted by something else. “You knew that you would be tutoring me?”

Clay nodded, pulling back the chair in front of you. “Yeah. Phil asked me.”

You gaped. “You call Mr. Craftson by his first name?”

His smile was a touch too smug for your liking, and you wanted to wipe it off his face. “Maybe. I was surprised when he asked, though.” He wrinkled his nose and shot you a teasing smirk as he sat down. “I didn’t think you would be failing this class.”

You glowered, that same bitter feeling bubbling up in your chest, again. “I’m not failing,” you snapped. “I’m just…” You paused, your cheeks growing hot. “…not passing.”

He gave you a deadpan look, then laughed. “That’s the same thing.”

You sent him a gesture that your teacher most certainly would have scolded you for if he was here, and he laughed even harder. You were suddenly reminded of just how damn loud his laugh was, sounding like fireworks in your ears. Slumping over, you hung your head in your hands.

“Ugh. I can’t believe you knew you were going to be tutoring me of all people.” You paused, then added, “I can’t believe you agreed.”

He tilted his head at you, brushing his damp hair out of his face. “Did you not know I was gonna be your tutor?”

“No.” You frowned. “If I did, I wouldn’t have shown up.”

His eyes flickered with mirth as a smile stretched across his face. “Aw, am I really that disagreeable?”

“Yes,” you said immediately, your gaze as sharp as a blade. “Without a doubt. A hundred percent. I didn’t even have to think about it.”

He whistled, feigning a wince. “Harsh.”

Wryly, you said, “You deserve it.”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “I wasn’t that bad as a freshman, was I?”

You gave him a hard, callous stare. “Do you really think I’m the one you should be asking that question?”

He thought about it for a moment, then sighed. “Okay, point taken.”

You dragged a hand over your face, then pointed at your textbook. “Are you going to teach me now or what? We’re already behind.”

He winced for real this time, and you almost felt bad for him. Almost. “Sorry, again.”

“Seriously,” you muttered under your breath, reaching into your back to grab your pencil case, “and to think that you have the highest grades in this class.”

“Hey,” he shot back, “I’m brains and brawn.”

You shot him a look that was nothing short of disgusted. He cringed a little at the sight.

“Okay, that was cheesy, but I’m not wrong. Besides, coach says I have to keep my grades up or else I’m off the team.” He leaned closer to you, and you tried to ignore the feeling of his hot breath fanning over your skin. “You know I can’t let everyone down like that.”

You looked unconvinced. “Uh huh. Totally.” Whipping out a pencil, you tapped at the bottom of the page you had open. “Can you explain this to me, now? The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can leave.”

He quietly chuckled, and you hated how soft it sounded. Leaning closer to the textbook to read, his lips mouthed the problem silently. You tried not to stare at his mouth as it moved, your gaze tracing over the soft dip of his lips as his viridian eyes flashed with recognition. A moment later, he sat back and cocked his head at you.

“So, what exactly do you not understand?”

You didn’t miss a beat. “Everything.”

He blinked, disbelief colouring his features. “Everything? Like, the whole thing?”

You scowled. “I thought that was obvious. All that stuff about velocity and the funny diagrams—” You shook your head. “—none of it makes sense.”

He raised a brow at you. “I thought you were paying attention in class. You really don’t understand a single thing?”

You bit back the urge to scream. “It’s not like you’re much smarter.”

Clay snorted derisively. “I am. That’s kind of the whole point.”

You groaned, letting your voice ring out in the quiet of the empty classroom. You caught a glimpse of his amused smile in front of you, and it only made you groan louder.

“You’re the one who ruined science for me, you know? I hated going to that class, and look at me now.” You gestured to yourself, using your finger to draw a ring in the air. “It all comes full circle.”

There was a brief second of silence. “I’m the reason why you hate science?”

You didn’t budge. “I wasn’t exactly jumping for joy knowing I was going to be stuck in a class with someone who never gave me my stuff back and kicked my chair.”

Another wave of silence washed over the two of you, but this one was tense—heavy. He swallowed, and you watched his Adam’s apple bob.

“You…” His eyes swirled with something sad and honest. “You really hate me that much?”

He suddenly looked a lot like a kicked puppy, and a pang of guilt shot through your chest like a bullet. With a panicked gaze, your voice grew shaky as you spoke. “I—I don’t hate you. I just… I had a grudge, I guess.”

Your tone grew soft, and you lowered your gaze to your lap. “I… I really didn’t like you back then, but things have changed.” You offered him a small smile, but it felt shy. “We’re not exactly fourteen, anymore.”

He returned your smile with one of his own. Just like yours, it was small and tender, and it sent something stirring in the depths of your belly. “No,” he murmured, “we’re not.”

“I,” you breathed, gulping down the last dredges of your grudge, “was stubborn back then.” You raised a shoulder. “In a way, I still am. I have too much pride for my own good too, but I don’t hate you.” The look you sent him had a spark of mischief, and his breath hitched. “Strongly dislike, at best.”

Clay blinked at you, looking half-surprised and half-awed at you. You squirmed under his gaze before he snapped out of his stupor, almost bashfully ducking his head. “I’m… It’s definitely too late for me to say this now when I really should have said it all those years ago, but I’m sorry. Really. I was a dick.”

You snorted under your breath, fondly mumbling, “Yeah, you were.”

His face perked up at the sound of your bitten back laugh. “I really shouldn’t have teased you so much. My reasons were… dumb.”

You cocked a brow at him, almost as if to say, Oh? Do elaborate.

But instead, you watched as his ears burned crimson red and he flashed you a pair of bright, pleading eyes. “Forgive me? Please.”

Your heart leapt into your throat, something new and warm bursting along the seams of your lungs. You couldn’t possibly say no to a face like that. Even the toughest person on the planet would crack under a look as sincere as that, you tried to reason, ultimately letting out a sigh with a stammer.

“O-Only if you actually can get me to understand this unit.” Pushing down the heat creeping up your neck, you pointed at him with an accusatory look. “Until then, you’re on thin ice.”

The grin he sent you was beyond dazzling—you couldn’t have brought yourself to look away even if you wanted to.

(And you didn’t.)

“Gotcha.”

Clay finished scribbling a diagram onto the new page of your notebook, flicking his thumb back to reveal the hordes of previous pages you had filled with other practice problems. If you were being honest, you were a little envious of just how neat his drawings were. No one should be able to draw a line as straight as that without a ruler, yet here he was, doing exactly that.

What a show-off.

Feeling your eyes on him, Clay lifted his head to catch your gaze, turning the notebook to face you. You tried to pretend the stumbling of your heart wasn’t because of him—not at all. “Do you get it?” he breathed.

You glanced back and forth between him and your page, your grip on your pencil falling slack. “I think so,” you said slowly. “Mostly, at least.”

He hummed for a moment, then flipped your notebook around until it was facing him again and holding an expectant, open hand toward you. Without even thinking, you dropped your pencil into his palm, a spark running up your fingers at the slight brush of his skin against yours. Carefully, he wrote a string of words on a new line, circling the sentence when he was done.

“Here,” he said gently, pushing the pencil back between your fingers, “try this question. This was one of the harder ones from my test.”

Gingerly, you peered down at the page, and your mouth fell open at the sight. This question was far more complicated than anything you had been solving in the textbook before this. What was he thinking?

“If you get it right,” he said suddenly, casting you out of your thoughts, “you should be all set.” His lips curved up into a taunting, knowing grin. “But it’s okay if you don’t get it—it is difficult, after all.”

You stared for a second longer, then grumbled under your breath. How could he read your mind like that? You were going to prove him wrong, even if only to knock that smug look off his face.

Leaning down, you tackled the problem head on, your pencil flying across the page as you spelled out formulas and equations, doodling a diagram when you had to and pausing to think every other breath. Before you, you didn’t see Clay watching you with a soft, tender gaze, taking in the way your fingers fidgeted against your pencil when you stopped and how you chewed on your mouth when you got nervous.

You really were more endearing than you could ever know.

Suddenly, you let your pencil clatter against the table as you pushed your notebook toward him, eyeing your pencil scratches with a wary look. “Done.”

His viridian eyes gleamed with excitement. “Alright,” he said, plucking the paper from your desk with a practiced ease, “let’s take a look.”

His gaze scanned your work intently, his lips pressed together in focus. You folded your hands onto your lap, trying to focus on his analysis of you work. But the longer you looked, the more you felt your gaze trailing up to graze his cheeks. Did he always have so many freckles? You didn’t remember seeing him with this many as a freshman, but you also spent more time glaring at him than staring at him back then.

In a way, he was kind of... pretty. Handsome, even. Not that you would ever say it out loud.

You suddenly had a strong urge to reach up and trace feather-light lines between each of his freckles, but before you could even take another breath, Clay’s eyes were on yours again. Unlike earlier, the look on his face was grave, and a small grimace overtook his features.

“I have bad news,” he said dryly.

Your heart fell.

Of course you got something wrong. You were a fool to think that things would change just because Clay would be teaching you instead.

But then, his grimace curled up at the corners, and your jaw dropped.

“I have nothing left to teach you in this unit.”

Your eyes widened.

“I got it right?”

He turned the notebook back to face you. A large check mark had been scribbled in pencil along the side of the page, a tiny smiley face decorating the corner next to it.

“Perfectly.”

The gasp you let out sent you barrelling for your feet, and you nearly started jumping for joy in the middle of your seat. “Yes!” you cried, pumping a hand up in the air. Suddenly, you whirled to point at Clay, a pout forming on your lips. “Oh my god, you scared the crap out of me! Don’t do that.”

He chuckled, leaning back with his hands up defensively. “Sorry, sorry. I saw the opportunity and just had to take it.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you stuck your tongue out at him. “You’re terrible.”

His eyes softened—sincere and sweet. “I know.”

Ignoring the sudden burst of warmth rushing through your veins, you huffed at him. “Well, at least I have two pieces of good news for you. First,” you said, sliding your notebook off your desk, “we can both go home, now.”

“And the second?” he prompted, looking at you inquisitively.

You folded your notebook shut, boring a hole into your backpack with the intensity of your stare. You couldn’t look at him right now, you just couldn’t.

“Second,” you nearly whispered, “I accept your apology.”

Slipping your textbook into your bag, you heard him take a sharp intake of breath. “Really?”

You reached for your pencil case, fumbling with the zipper. “Yes.”

There was another breath, but this one was gentler, less harsh. You peeked up at him from your bag, and your heart stuttered at the ecstatic look on his face.

“This,” he said, “is the greatest day of my life.”

You blinked wildly at him, zipping your backpack up all the way before slinging it onto the desk. “That’s a little extreme, isn’t it?”

He shook his head, his smile never once faltering. “Are you kidding? I thought you were going to hate my guts forever!”

You shrugged, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “I might have.” You paused. “Actually, I probably would have. But luckily for you—” You shot him a sincere look. “—not anymore.”

His grin grew impossibly wider, yet it somehow still looked natural on him. Deep down, a part of you wanted to bottle up his expression and remember it for as long as you lived.

“Like I said, greatest day of my life.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes. “Weirdo.”

Pushing in your chair and gesturing for him to stand, you jutted your head toward the door. Clay didn’t need to be queued twice before he was rising to his feet, pushing the chair back to its rightful spot before heaving his duffel bag off the floor and onto his side. As the two of you headed out towards the door, a bought suddenly flickered across your head, and your lips began moving before you could even begin to think.

“One of these days, you need to tell me why you liked to pick on me so much. Like, seriously, why me?” You gestured to yourself as the two of you stepped outside into the school hallway. “I’m not exactly special.”

You hadn’t been looking at him in that moment, focused on closing the door behind you, but when he didn’t respond for a moment, you looked up and felt your lungs tighten. You had never seen Clay look so bashful in his life, with his ears flaring crimson red and a faint rosy tint dusting the panes of his cheeks. His freckles were only more noticeable with the pink background, and you nearly blurted something you knew you would regret.

“Maybe I’ll—” He coughed, rubbing the back of his neck with a smile. “I’ll tell you some other time.”

Before you could even ask what he meant by that, he was firing off once more. “In the meantime, if you still need help, I don’t mind coming in again next week or something.”

You nearly took a double take. Next week? He wanted to help you, again?

“Don’t you have more important things to do?” you asked, scanning him with wide, curious eyes. “Like studying your own stuff.”

“You’re important,” he said abruptly.

You choked on your spit, and by the way he went absolutely stock still in front of you, you had a feeling he hadn’t meant to say that.

“Oh,” you whispered.

That warm, fuzzy feeling from earlier was rising between your lungs again, only this time it sent your heart racing around your chest. Sucking in a deep breath, you nodded your head once, twice.

“Sure,” you managed to say as calmly as you could. “The, um, the next unit looks a little confusing, so I might need some help.”

Clay’s face suddenly brightened at your soft request for assistance, and you caught his shoulders slumping with relief as he smiled. “Awesome.” He paused, then waved his hand. “Not the part about you needing help, I mean.”

You laughed a little at that, your nerves calming a bit more. “I would hope not.”

He smiled back at you. “So,” he said, drawing out the syllable, “I’ll be back same time next week?”

You couldn’t help but reach over to elbow him a little playfully. “Try to be on time though, yeah?”

He flushed a bit, but cracked a crooked grin nonetheless. “I’ll try my best.” He glanced over his shoulder down the hall, and you suddenly realized you would be heading in the opposite direction.

“I’ll see you around?” he murmured gently, brushing away his now dry hair from his forehead.

One of your hands tightened around the straps of your bag while the other waved back at him. “See you.”

With one last grin at you, you watched as he turned on his heel, striding down the hall with his duffel bag bouncing against the side of his hip. Just then, your eyes grew wide, and you cupped your hands around your mouth to call after him.

“One last thing, Clay!” you shouted, your voice echoing down the empty corridor.

At the sound of his name, he whipped around again, his brows knitted together. Breathing in deeply, you screwed your eyes shut and called out once more.

“Thank you!”

When you opened your eyes again, his emerald green eyes were blinking at you with wild abandon, his lips parted in what could only be described as a look of pure wonder. Your heart skipped a beat, and you wondered why he was looking at you of all people like that.

Swallowing, he sent you a lopsided, earnest smile and cupped his own hands around his mouth to shout back at you.

“Anytime!”

You kept waving at him even after he let his arms drop back to his sides and he vanished around the corner of the hall. Almost immediately, you bent over to bury your head into your knees, letting out a soft, muffled yell.

Why did your chest feel so warm when he looked at you like that? Why did you want to count his freckles so badly when he smiled? Was he always so nice, so helpful and kind? Why did he look so cute when his face flushed all pink like the way it did before? When did he become so endearing instead of annoying?

Did you like him?

You let out another muffled cry into your hands, feeling heat flood every part of your body like a tidal wave crashing into your system. You could hear your heart ringing in your ears like a bell that wouldn’t ever stop, and your toes curled into your shoes.

You had so, so many questions, none of which you knew how to solve.

Hopefully Clay could help you figure out the answers.

[honeypiehotchner]

Bye Bye, Baby (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- one shot

May or may not have just written this in an hour. Also may or may not be based off the new Taylor Swift song. Based on this ask!

Also lmk if y’all want a part two because this does have an unhappy(?) ending, so...

Warnings: angst, mentions of being pregnant, mentions of puking

Word count: a lil over 1k

HOTCH MASTERLIST || Don’t You (Part Two)

It wasn’t like in the movies.

You were foolish, you’ll admit, to think that getting your heart broken like this would be like the movies. Where he’d run after you, kiss you to make it better, confess his undying love, and beg for your forgiveness.

No, Aaron did none of that.

You knew dating a coworker -- your boss, rather -- would be a slippery slope, but you didn’t care. You thought he didn’t, either.

Until he called you into his office and broke up with you.

You wish there was something more to it. A big argument, an email from Strauss or even the director, a massive clash in lifestyles. But there was none of that. No one, not even the team, knew about your relationship with Hotch. There was no thinly veiled warning email from Strauss. Your lifestyles didn’t clash, they fit together perfectly.

But you guess “perfect” is never really as perfect as it seems.

‘Cause I still love you, but I can’t

You had thought it was because you were looking to transfer. You love the BAU, but you wanted to do something more. And to be frank, you were getting tired of seeing Aaron all day but having to pretend. You wanted to see him at home without the relief from pretending all day. You wanted to be able to tell people.

But when you brought up transferring to him, it didn’t cause an argument. He was supportive. You were foolish enough to assume this meant he wanted what you wanted, too. You didn’t know he would end things.

Luckily, having the transfer as an excuse for your departure made it easier. Everyone knew it was coming, your going away party was already planned by Garcia. Hotch conveniently left after half an hour because of an urgent phone call.

Bye bye, to everything I thought was on my side/Bye bye, baby

You transferred just two weeks after the breakup, and soon you were in a new apartment, at a new job, with a new life. You kept up with Garcia and Morgan, but only occasionally. Surprisingly, neither of them ever asked you about Hotch.

Despite it being a secret, you were almost positive they knew and would say something after you left, but it never came.

Months later, you went out for drinks with your new coworkers, but the night was cut short. You were one shot in when you threw up the first time.

You went back to your apartment, promising your coworker, Dannie, that you’d call her if you needed anything. Your promise was an automatic, autopilot response because your heart was hammering in your chest.

Your cycle has always been sporadic. When you realized you were a week late yesterday, you thought nothing of it. But now, you were panicking.

You wanted to go get a pregnancy test yourself, but the room was spinning and with every move you felt like you might puke again. So, keeping your promise, you texted Dannie.

She was at your doorstep in ten minutes, box of pregnancy tests in hand.

“Want me to stay with you?” She had asked.

You felt weird, having only known her for a short time, but you said yes. You didn’t want to be alone if the test was positive.

Letting Dannie stay was a good call.

All three tests were positive.

“Do you know who the father might be?” She asked, meaning well.

You nodded slowly. “Unfortunately.”

“Oh no,” she frowned. “Is he a jackass?”

You wanted to agree. You wanted to say yes, actually, he’s a giant jackass. But the truth is that Aaron isn’t and never was. He was nothing but good to you.

“It’s complicated,” you settled on. “Thanks for staying.”

“No problem,” she said. “If you’re good, I’ve gotta head out to feed Onyx.”

Her cat. “Yeah, go ahead. I’m okay. Thank you again.”

“It’s no problem,” she assured you with a smile.

Nine months later, you gave birth to a baby girl, Juliet, at six in the morning, and Dannie was there.

You asked her to be your daughter’s Godmother that night, and she said yes without hesitation.

+++

Four years later

Grocery shopping with a toddler is never fun, but damn does Juliet make it entertaining.

Currently, she’s trying very hard to convince you that she absolutely, without a doubt, needs these specific chocolate chip cookies.

“We have some at home already, munchkin.”

“I know,” she swings her legs, the zipper on her shoes clinking against the metal of the shopping cart she’s sitting in, “but these are...better.”

“Better, hm?” You raise your eyebrows, glancing up at the shelf to see if they have your favorite cereal. “How so?”

This single question keeps her occupied for another few minutes while you grab a couple of things from the surrounding shelves.

“Tell you what,” you start pushing the cart down the aisle. “If you promise to eat all your veggies tonight, then we can get the cookies.”

“Deal!”

“Alright,” you chuckle, tapping her nose lightly with your finger. “Let’s go get some veggies.”

That’s the plan, at least, until your cart rams right into someone else’s, and when you see who it belongs to, you nearly faint.

“Y/N?” Aaron asks, backing his cart up slowly.

“Hi,” you breathe.

Juliet turns around in her seat, scrunching her nose at Aaron. “Who’re you?”

“He’s my old boss, munchkin,” you explain quietly. “He’s not a stranger.”

Aaron’s heart twists painfully when you say old boss instead of an old friend or even ex-boyfriend. You’ve reduced him to an old coworker in your mind, but in his, you’ve always remained the greatest love he ever had.

“Hi Aaron,” Juliet says, then turns back to you. “Mommy, can we please get veggies? I’ll even eat broccoli.”

“Broccoli?” You gasp, Aaron completely forgotten for a moment.

Juliet nods firmly. “Anything for cookies.”

“Alright,” you reply with just as much enthusiasm. “Let’s go get some broccoli, then.”

You look back up to find Aaron watching you both with a smile, but a sad smile, the kind that you can’t quite place or read.

Truthfully, he’s at a loss for words. Here you are, after so many years, with a daughter who looks exactly like him.

“It was nice seeing you,” you say to Aaron, smiling brightly, smiling right through the pain.

“You too,” Aaron says quietly, letting you go for the second time.

There’s so much that I can’t touch/You’re all I want but it’s not enough this time

[phoenixyfriend]

Uhh for the prompt meme, 3 & 13 gives me Anakin and the Jedi Babies vibes, so Jango or Jaster & Anakin or Soka or Ben maybe?

390 Prompts!!!! 3. “Am I supposed to be scared of you?” 13. “BOOM! That oughta show you not to mess with me!”

IDK if I’ll get the actual line in but I’ve been meaning to write a bit about Jango and Sokanth, at minimum. Jango is just barely fifteen, Soka is two. She has very vague memories of her teen self.

EDIT: I GOT THE LINE IN

Objectively, Jango’s main connection to Anakin Skywalker should have been professional.

It wasn’t.

Jango hadn’t been one of the soldiers to bring in the little family. He’d heard about it after they’d already been taken to medical, arrived just in time to see them muttering about how fancy the prosthetic arm was as they removed it--frostbite risk, they said--and stripping the Jedi of his sodden robes. The man was only a few years older than Jango, and covered in battle scars. Attractive, maybe, but Jango wouldn’t be able to even think of that until he wasn’t staring at blue lips on a half-dead face.

“How did he know we were here?” he asks his father, stepping up beside the man at the overlarge window of the ‘secure’ medical room, and receiving half a glance in response.

“He didn’t,” Jaster says, looking supremely unhappy with the entire situation. “Had no idea who I was, when he saw me.”

“He talked to you?”

“For about five seconds before he passed out.” Jaster smiles, thin and grim. “We found an Ident card. It’s got a name, a few details that don’t make sense... we think it might have been prepared for a long-term mission in system with a non-standard calendar; the dates are in the future if we assume it’s Republic.”

“Weird,” Jango mutters. “He doesn’t look much like a Jedi.”

“Adi’ka, you’ve never met a Jedi,” Jaster scoffs, cuffing him on the shoulder.

“Jedi don’t wear black leather,” Jango argues, glancing at the nearest pile of cloth.

Jaster rolls his eyes. “He had four lightsabers on him, if that’s what you’re looking to ask.”

“Haran.” Jango whistles lowly, impressed despite himself. “What’d he need that many for?”

“The brown robes were too short for him,” Jaster says, voice not quite loud enough to carry. “And the other set were fit for a female youngling, even shorter.”

He hadn’t been alone.

And now he was.

“Bodies?” Jango asks.

“None dead,” Jaster says. “And the living are... far too young to match up.”

He gestures, and Jango belatedly sees the tiny, tiny things in cribs to the side.

Jango swears, quiet and angry. He’d heard there were children, but he hadn’t expected anyone quite that small.

Jaster takes the cursing in stride. “They’re estimating the human at six months. Togruta’s maybe two years. Jedi was damn near dead when they found him, but the kids seem fine. Medics are guessing it’s something to do with the Force, because neither of them were even that cold.”

“Any idea how he knows them?”

“Nothing yet, just that he cares about them like they’re his own,” Jaster says. “Scouting party claimed he said they were family. Even used Mando’a, called them aliit. We’re going to keep them together until we know more. No use accidentally enraging a Jedi by separating him from family, if that’s what they are. The Togruta seems to know him, at least.”

“I thought Jedi weren’t supposed to have families.”

“You also thought Jedi weren’t supposed to wear black leather.”

Jango huffs and turns away from his father, focusing in on how the medics are starting to pack in blankets on the man’s chest while they get to work on the thigh wound. It looks already cauterized, maybe a blaster, but that can still get infected damned easily. Jango’s seen it happen before.

“Can the togruta talk yet?”

“Only enough to ask for her... carer?” Jaster hazards. “She refers to him as ‘Skyguy’ and it’s been pretty much the only word she’s said that isn’t gibberish.”

Jango almost asks if they’re sure it’s not just Togruti.

Even as he watches the area below, the toddler starts crying. A few of the medics dart glances over, but they're busy with the adult. The crying starts increasing in pitch, heading to dangerous territory, and a number of people abruptly remember that a Togruta's cry is much more likely to destroy eardrums than a human child's.

Jango hesitates, but turns from his father and heads for the door. Nobody comments.

Jango slips into the room as quietly as a teenager in most of a beskar kit can, and goes over to the cribs that have been hastily set up. The human infant is quiet, blinking sleepily and furrowing their little brow, but the toddler has gotten to her feet, clinging to the bars and screaming her little head off. He stops in front of her and... tries to figure out what to do.

"Weks?"

He has no idea if that's a word. She's stopped screaming at least, is just rubbing her eyes free of tears and peering up at him. She hiccups.

"Hi," he says, unsure of what else to do.

"No weks," she seemingly decides, and her lip trembles. Kriff. "Obi-obi?"

"I don't know what you're saying," he tells her, but offers a hand that she immediately grabs for. "Do you know Basic?"

"Ya!" she cheers, and then starts trying to climb out of the crib. Jango panics and picks her up, because he's pretty sure this might be a Jedi baby, and if it's a Jedi baby, then what if she can float? He can't deal with an upset, floating baby. Better he just pick her up.

"Hi," he repeats, still unsure of what to do with this small child. She frowns at him, deep in thought, and pats at his face like she's trying to figure it out. "What are you--"

"Shi-ny," she suddenly insists. "Like Tup."

He has no idea what she's trying to say. "Sure."

She frowns harder at him, and then leans forward and drops her head against his beskar, seemingly unaware of how uncomfortable it's going to be. "Shiny. Weks 'n' Cody 'n' Echo 'n' vod."

"You don't even know my name," Jango says, panicking a little. "You can't call me vod."

"Shhhh now," she says, patting blindly at his mouth. He tries to crane his head away. He mostly fails. "Sleepy."

"Wh--okay," he decides. Sure. If it keeps her quiet, sure. He goes to sit down, and she immediately turns and tries to grab for her... fellow child? He has no idea what they are to each other.

"No!"

"Okay, okay, we can stay with the other baby!" Jango assures her, trying to bounce her up and down like he's seen new parents do, looking frantically for a chair to pull over. "I'm going to get a chair and we'll come right back, okay?"

She looks up at him, tears gathering. "Pwomise?"

"Uh, yeah, I promise."

He lets her bury her face back against his chest, and quickly grabs the nearest chair and drags it over to the cribs. He ignores the medics for the most part, just focuses on holding the toddler that he has, mostly against his own will, become temporarily responsible for. "Do you have a name?"

She just whines and cuddles closer. He sighs.

"Well, I'm Jango. So, you don't have to call me that other stuff." He moves a hand to pull her away from where she's about to topple off his lap. She grabs for it and pulls it to her face, apparently forgetting that she'd just declared herself sleepy. She examines the glove in fascination. "Please definitely don't call me vod. You have people here, and I just met you. Wait for your, uh, Skyguy? Wait for your Skyguy to wake up."

She bites his fingers. He pulls his hand away, swearing under his breath and panicking just a little. "Don't put that in your mouth, do you have any idea where my gloves have been?"

She bares her teeth at him and growls. Given that her teeth are barely more than nubs, this doesn't do much. "Am I supposed to be scared of you?"

"Ya!"

"I am not."

She pouts and whines and throws herself back against the beskar, causing a thunking noise as her montral hits the plate. She does not seem perturbed by the collision, just twists somehow closer and sticks her thumb in her mouth.

That is... also probably covered in germs. He looks over at the crib, spots a pacifier, and awkwardly leans to grab it without dropping the toddler in his lap or standing up and making it harder for her to start falling asleep again. There's a little togruta on it, which he figures means it's not going to be a choking hazard for non-human teeth. "Here, chew this instead."

She makes a curious noise and lifts her head. She wrinkles her nose at the pacifier, and then looks up at him. "Jan-Jan, no."

"Wh--you know what, no, you're a kid, I can't get angry at you for getting my name wrong," he sighs. "Take the pacifier, it's cleaner than your hand."

"No!"

"Please?" He tries.

She glares at him a little harder and then huffs. "Kay. Cuz shiny."

He still has no idea what that means, but if it gets her to fall asleep with this thing in her mouth instead of her dubiously-clean hand, he's fine with it.

(When he learns what shiny means, he will be much less fine with it.)

(It'll be far too late by that point, of course.)

[husbandohunter]

May I request a Childe X Reader fanfic where the reader has been pushing herself too hard lately and so Childe has to forcefully get her to rest? ty

By my side [Childe x Reader]//Genshin Impact

Synopsis: You were an artist and he was an adventurer. Two people from vast backgrounds and Childe just wants to spend some time of his busy life with you. However, things didn't really go his way...at first.

(Childe x F!reader. Its all fluff)

(A/n): Perfect request anon. I too, would like to have a Childe in my life. Been getting 5-6 hours of sleep on average 😃😁. Yeah kind tossed some extra ideas with artist s/o, its a perfect reason for anyone to be busy.

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Once recieving the permission to take a week off from his diplomatic duties, the first thing Childe thought of was none other than his lovely significant other.

The harbinger knew quite well what lays ahead of his ventures to Liyue. During his quest for the archon's gnosis, he encountered many interesting events, such as meeting the rumoured traveller hailing from afar and a broke yet courteous man who turned out to be the ultimate ruler of this very country he walks upon then there was the battle against a dead god until he revived it using the sigil of permission. All of them were great additions to his story as Ajax the hero, something he always wanted to pursue since childhood. In which, also gave him something nice to write about when preparing letters for his siblings living back home. But little did the harbinger know that he'll one day bump into the heroine. A little too soon. Through your little art shop, he met you, a sweet and audacious woman with plenty of humour. That was how it all began.

While he strides down the streets between Liyue's exquisite buildings, Childe suddenly stops in his tracks and looks up to the sky. There, was painted a scenery of an evening dusk, sun rays relfected across until red and orange hues cast a river stream that led to the ends of the world. He watched the birds follow that streak like it was a path made for them to fly towards. A new adventure. You would have loved to captured this in your pictures.

And then he wonders, what might you be painting right now?

"Hey babe, I'm home~"

In a sing-song voice he calls out to you by your nick-name. You knew that Childe was an active member of the Fatui and that his time was limited, hence he made sure to write to you as well. Of course long distant relationships only makes the waiting more anticipated. When he does pay a visit, you'd run straight into his open arms, leaping off your feet to engulf him in one enourmous embrace. Then his hands will hold against your waist as he spins your round and around in the air, stealing the laughter out of your lungs before planting you back on the floor. Sometimes Childe would consider that being far away wasn't be such a bad idea as long as he was able to experience this, the harder the battle, the sweeter the victory. However...

"That's great."

He was met by a response similar to the wintry grace of Snezhnaya.

Huh?

All the fantasies he had from earlier shatters in the background as he stands there frozen. You didn't even spare a glance to the entrance, eyes still glued to the large canvas displayed at your front, too busy to even care. Childe clicks his tongue between the awkward silence with an uncertain expression. When there was no signs of initiation on your part, he shuffled his way to where you were and observes from behind.

"Well you're particularly quiet today," he muses to himself, placing a hand over his hip, "I guess that painting of yours must be really important then."

It was obvious that he was trying to nudge you into his favour. Something that you've found endearing was how quickly your boyfriend can be when he's in a needy state. So you quickly twisted over to peck him on the cheek before going back to work.

"That's better," Childe satisfiedly grins, "So who is this project for?"

"It's a commission requested by a wealthy family serving the Qixing. They're really influential in terms of the market and can really give me a competitive edge. I have to get it done in five days."

His tone flactuates as he squints his eyes, "Five days you say," he disliked the news of your schedule taking over his own, Childe only managed to take a week off and after that, he'll be away for quite some time, "Why don't you take a break? From the looks of your progress, it seems to me that you've been working on it for hours. I've got plenty of interesting stories to tell and you know, nothing can compare to sharing a warm meal within your company," he leans down to your ear level, "How does that sound?"

Several seconds went by as he waits for some sort of reaction, "Oh. Right," you blurted out and the harbinger only smiles, "I made some food earlier this morning. You can go help yourself if you're hungry."

Today was not his day.

Childe pulls out the wooden chair and slumps into the seat, a defeated huff escaping his mouth as he stared at the crystal shrimp placed on the table. It was hastily wrapped by plastic, most likely cold for a while, just like the romantic evening he had planned in his head. Normally you'll be sitting on the otherside while listening to the many tales he went through along the way. Although painting was your passion, it was undeniable that you also enjoyed his kind of lifestyle if you ever had the choice. He was rather surprised on how someone ambitious like him would end up with such a simplistic person but quickly accepted it as life was meant to be unpredictable, just the way he likes it. As Childe entertains you with his stories, he'll listen to your giggles amidst eating the homecooked meals that you both prepared together.

"I wonder if she ate already," he mumbled to his lone self. You most likely did but Childe knows you well. Artists are obsessed and they can go as far as to neglecting their own health for the sake of their masterpieces. Hence, he made sure to remind you to eat properly through the letters he wrote to you.

The harbinger takes a quick glance around the kitchen. It was a mess. The cupboards were slightly opened, metal pots were still displayed on the stone stove and the stench coming from the sink....

Childe pushes himsel up to see what was the cause.

Not even the dishes were washed.

Running his fingers through his bangs, he sighs wearily, "Old habits die hard huh?" And above all else, when artists are obsessed they also forget how disorganized they can become. Childe begins to roll up his sleeves before taking off his gloves. At times like this he'll have to pitch in and take care of it for you, "Looks like I'll be here for a while."

Throughout three sunsets and three moonrises, Childe had no option but to observe you from afar, minus the few attempts he made to regain your attention again. How you would go to bed much later than him, waking up before he opens his eyes and the effort he put into making your food only left with too many leftovers. It wasn't that you were unappreciative, instead, your mind had become too focused that your body was considered a second priority. Like anyone else, Childe genuinely thought you possessed great talent and supports you wholeheartedly. He loved it when you painted pictures just for him as if they were scenes coming out of his hero story, reminded by his adventures, capturing every detail. However he also needed to learn how to deal with this stubborn side of yours.

"Hey babe, I just finished preparing our dinner. Don't you smell that? Such a rich aroma, you should go eat."

"I'm busy."

Your diet were just small bites, the rest being substituted by coffee. Childe could clearly tell that you weren't getting enough sleep either as there were dark circles forming underneath your eyes and slowly, he was starting to become a little irritated.

Three hours passed midnight but you were still awake in the same place doing the same thing. Childe leans against the doorframe with arms folded, already changed into his sleeping clothes. He clears his throat to break the silence, "Ahem."

Your wrist hangs in mid air by the sound of a strange visitor, it was your boyfriend. Gaze in a daze, you lazily turned your head, "What time is it?"

"Way passed the sleeping hours as you can see," he points with his thumb at the table clock in a half-hearted manner, "You should already be in bed by now and don't think you can coax yourself out of the situation this time," his eyes parted in slits as he added with a smile, "Otherwise I might just have to force you myself."

You shook your head, "Give me one more hour? There's some finishing touches I really want to add so," clasping your hands together, you beamed sweetly, "Pretty please? I'll finish up soon."

"Oh really?" Childe challenges, head tossed back like he was interrogating you instead, "I believe that was also what you told me yesterday. And the day before? Adding up all of those days that would be.....four in total?" He deliberately counts upon his fingers before facing you again, this time his expression was slightly more serious, "As much as I find your determination remarkable, there are moments when you need to consider a sufficient amount of rest and this just isn't going to cut it."

"Four days already?!" You exclaimed, "Jeez, I don't even know if I'm halfway done."

Pressing his lips together, Childe glares in an acutely deadpanned countenance, it was also his time too, "Can't you ask this commissioner to extend your due date to next week? In your case, mora shouldn't be the issue since, well...you're dating me anyways."

It's true. Childe was the main reason why you didn't have to live as a starving artist. He had all your expenses fully covered from the marketing aspect to your residence, you simply chose to work out of pure will.

"I don't want to always rely on you so much," you confessed, "This commissioner could turn my whole career around. If I'm able to gain his favour, maybe I'll get promoted to a court painter for the Qixing! Who knows when there will ever be a chance like this again," pumping your fists, you spoke purposefully, "I'll pull an all nighters if I have to!"

Childe brings his hand to his forehead, you looked as if you were nearly about to collapse and yet still considering the option of an all-nighters? The harbinger should've detained you days prior before.

"Hm? Childe, what's wrong?" He suddenly falls deadly quiet and you watched him walk closer towards you, "What are--"

Hooking an arm behind your knees and the other at your back, your boyfriend lifts you up in one full swoop as he tossed you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Guess we'll have to do things the hard way," he remarks cheerfully.

"W-Wait," you flailed your arms and kicked your legs but to no avail. Childe was an experienced combatant indeed, "Put me down! I have work to do."

Your protests fall upon deaf ears as the harbinger carries you to your room. You were oddly lighter than the last time he carried you, the strength less vigor than before, it was obvious that your body was in need of relaxation. He suddenly thinks there was a possibility that you would maintain this habit while he was absent.

I should probably visit more often.

Using his free leg to nudge the door open, he places you upon the shared bed in a gentle manner. You winced at the impact of the soft sheets, surprised by how much it affect you.

"There we go. All done. Man, you really are a stubborn one, aren't you. Makes me a little worried since I can't spoil you all the time."

He quickly invited himself to the empty space on your bedside and wrapped his arms around your figure, pulling you close and feeling you whole. Childe made sure there was no escape once putting his chin above your hairline so that you could feel his warmth as much as possible.

"This is--" you stuttered. His tactic was enough to make your limbs soften and you could almost hear him smirk into the distance, "This is cheating..."

"You think so?" He comments as if pledging innocence, "I don't know babe. Where I come from those who take the initiative are the ones who end up claiming the prize," pulling back, Childe takes the opportunity to observe your pouty face, "I don't make the rules. It's just how it goes."

You wanted to argue back but he suddenly took the bedsheets and covered both of your bodies with, completely trapping you with his presence. He snuggles into you further as if you were a bear made of linen and you felt the drowsiness taking over your mind. The way he gently pats down the back of your head was enough to instantly lull you into a deep sleep.

"Cheater," you mumbled.

He laughs softly, the rumbles emitting through his chest, "I love you too babe."

Even after you've let go of your resistance, Childe continues his actions until he was sure that you were resting. He had been longing to touch you like this since living a chaotic life only made peaceful moments much sweeter, "You're such a hard-worker you know that? I'm proud of you but you have to know when to call it a day," he whispers, "If not, how can I go on trips while knowing that you're still refusing to eat properly?"

You closed your eyes and said nothing in return. All your senses were too cloudy to come up with a reassuring response. Childe listens to the way your breath evens as you intake his scent during the process. It smelled like the soap you used in the showers, lotus leaves mixed with his own unique musk. You could only focus on him. His comforting embrace. His slightly accelerating heartbeat because you were together with him.

Letting out one final yawn, you succumbed to his spell and allowed your energy to drift away.

The corners of his lips tug upwards, "Sleep well princess."

Childe reaches over to your desk drawer and shuts off the alarm clock before turning over to face you again. He couldn't fall asleep immediately, not when he had to consider taking care of the commissioner who gave you an impossible deadline. But that will be saved for another day, for now, he observes in silent serenity.

If he were to quit his job for a year, what would his life be like?

Peaceful. Something opposite of what he was living right now. Something similar to the life he had back home. As you arrange the many paintings in your little home, he'll offer to help you among the places you couldn't reach. Without a doubt, Childe was far taller in comparison. Taking strolls into the streets and trying the new dishes the merchants came up with. Then in the evenings, you'll both go to dinner dates while listening to the storyteller revealing the rumours of the legendary Tianquan Qixing. Although Childe loved the adventurous life he led, he had to admit that your domesticity and family-bringing atmosphere was a tempting idea.

Maybe one day.

He lightly takes a strand that had fallen over your nose and tucked it smoothly behind your ear. The soft snores coming out of your parted lips caused his gaze to melt. And so he steals them with his own, placing a chaste goodnight kiss.

One day I'll be sure to bring my family here with us.

Closing his eyes, he joins you in your slumber, hoping to see all that he envisioned in his dreams.

[bloodyhell-lucifer]

Daddy is the devil | Lucifer Morningstar

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x fem!reader

Summary: Reader is one of Chloe’s best friends and they haven't seen each other for a long time so the decision was made. Finally a sleepover at Chloe’s house since Chloe has a day off of work and Dan took Trixie with him to have some dad-daughter time. What they didn't know is that Lucifer will come with unexpected visit and reader’s shirt will cause such a mess.

Warning: language, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), praise kink, daddy kink, +18

Based on this request: Hello, I hope you are doing well, I would like to politely request a one shot (or more if it inspires you, you do you) from Lucifer, you can do whatever you want with it, reader insert, oc, smut, no smut, totally up to you but I would like it to involve Lucifer meeting/seeing the reader/character (preferably female, gender neutral is also fine) wearing that crop top from Blackcraft that says “Satan Is My Daddy” please and thank you

Notes:

Thank you so much for this request sweet anon! I couldn’t wait to write it down because this idea was so cool.

To be honest it’s my first real one request so I’m pretty excited and also this is my first smut so I’m not so proud about it. I think I don’t know how to write them. Someone teach me?

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You and Chloe had everything planned for tonight. When you were talking on the phone to discuss the details you decided to have a movie night with some alcohol. You bought some wine, chips and sweets for you and your friend to have some snacks. Feeling of excitement was huge about finally seeing your friend after such a long time. You showed up at Chloe’s door about seven pm ringing a bell to her door. After few seconds the door were open and Chloe lean out from behind of it.

“Oh my god hi girl, so good to finally see you.” she enveloped you in a big hug wrapping her hands around your neck.

“Hi Chloe, long time no see.” you hugged her back. With a gesture of her hand she invited you inside and you stepped in.

After two hours you two were slightly drunk and making fun comments over character that was on the screen of tv during the movie.

“So tell me Chloe, some time ago you were taking to me on the phone about that guy you were working with that just have some attitude and always have something to tell and joke about. What was his name again? Lucian?” You asked her taking other sip from glass of wine.

“Lucifer to be exact. His name is Lucifer.” on her face appeared frown and she raised her brows. “Why you asking?”

“Just asking. You like him?” Hint of concern could be felt coming from your lips.

“Of course I like him. I work with him. He’s my partner.” she responded and nervously began to rub her hands against her thighs.

“You know that’s not what I meant. Is he that handsome that it’s bothering you?” you got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen to pour yourself another glass of wine since you finished the last one.

“Please stop. He’s definitely not my type. He’s arrogant, has got a big ego and always have that stupid smile on his face every time we go somewhere.” She folded her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes.

“Oh I hope I’ll meet him someday. I want to know who’s working with my best friend.” you winked at her and laughed along Chloe.

“Some day for sure.” Chloe was praying that this whole Lucifer topic will end with that. “Tell me you have someone?” She tried to change the topic of that conversation.

“Of course not. Some time ago I had a date with this guy named Brian but it didn’t go well and I lost hope for finding someone.” You said going back to couch and putting your glass on the coffee table that was in front of you. “Listen I’m gonna go and change because this jeans are so uncomfortable and I’m losing my shit with them” You grabbed your bag and went to bathroom to change. You picked your normal pjs which were just crop top with caption ‘Satan is my daddy’ on it and black bottoms.

“Oh Jesus Y/N what a shirt” Chloe blurted as soon as she saw you.

“It’s just a crop top Chloe. Can you just chill? We are already drinking a second bottle of wine and you still seem so stressed about something.” You declared after seeing her sitting so tense. One of the movies you’ve chosen was still playing in the room and none of you was watching it so Chloe switched it to music channel.

“Y/N I’m so sorry. I know I screwed this up. I’ve been stressed about work and Trixie and I don’t know what to do. I hoped I will invite you, we will have fun together after long time and this feelings would go away, but I guess it doesn’t go away and I can’t have fun. I messed up” she sighed and got up from the couch to just stand in front of you having her hands on your shoulder.

“We’re all humans after all, Chloe. I get it and I understand. You don’t have to worry. We can talk about it if you want and we still have time to make it fun. Go get change into your pj’s and and I’m expecting you turning back with a smile on your face.” You smirked to her and went up to set new snacks on coffee table.

When Chloe returned she didn’t have time to say anything because the bell from the door rang immediately.

“Did you invite anyone else?” You asked curiously.

“Of course not. Just you and me. No one else.” She added going to the door to check who was that. You were just standing right behind her.

She opened the door and Chloe saw the the last person she wanted to see today.

“What are you doing here?” She hissed and it was obvious that she didn’t want that person’s presence. You still couldn’t see who that person was.

“Oh don’t be so rude detective. I was in the neighbourhood and I thought that I’ll stop by with a visit.” You heard men’s strong deep voice with a British accent.

Chloe was so tired of this. She didn’t have strength to fight with that man and let him in and then you saw him. The man was a lot taller than you, shit he towered over you. You were so shock seeing that handsome man that you though that you were having a hallucinations seeing a Greek god. He had pitch black hair with little stubble. His hazel brown eyes were twisting into yours like he wanted to see every inch of your soul. Of course his devilish smile was there too to give him another hundred points to looking too fuckin’ good. He was dressed in fancy black suit and black button up that hugs his body so perfectly. You could see from distance that under all that suit he must be having a nice, trained body. Is that legal to look that handsome? You though to yourself.

“Bloody hell detective, I didn’t know you were having a company.” He sent you an evil grin and came into your way. Chloe stood there and she was about to say something when that man spoke to you.

“Hi, my name is Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar.” He stepped closer to you and took your hand in his. He kissed the top of your hand.

“Like the devil?” You asked and you didn’t know if to laugh or to start panicking.

“Don’t bring my dad into this darlin’. Yeah, like the devil.” He still was having that smirk that could knock you off of your feet by any second. “And you are?”

“I’m Y/N” you gulped suddenly feeling naked under Lucifer’s gaze.

“Oh that’s a real beautiful one” he responded and lean in just to be few centimetres away from your figure. He took one of strands of your hair and put them behind your ear whispering to you. “I really like your shirt baby.”

You wanted to say something, anything but you just couldn’t. You didn’t want to believe that is was that guy Lucifer that you were asking Chloe about.

“Okey enough, Lucifer. Leave Y/N alone. What do you want?” Chloe closed the door behind him and asked Lucifer with frown on her face and furrowed brows. She had her hands on her hips and she really looked like she was not in the mood for such things.

“I said loud and clear I came just to check on you, but now as I see your friend I might want something.” He chuckled and looked at you again. You were so intimidated by his presence that you were looking down at the floor in that moment with blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“Can you stop being the perv that you actually are? If you don’t stop you’ll have to leave.” She urged staying in the hallway. Chloe really was pissed off.

“Okey dokey.” Lucifer raised his hands up in a gesture of surrender and he stepped back from you and went to the living room and you and Chloe follow along.

“Okey ladies, let’s start the night properly” Lucifer loud voice echoed through the room and you already had known that you gonna regret it later.

Chloe told you and Lucifer that she had enough of drinking and that’s it. She was not the one to convince so you and Lucifer were left to the alcohol that still was in the house. After another two bottles of wine and another two hours later in the night Chloe’s phone started buzzing and within moments she went to grab it and answered the call leaving the room. You knew you two were pretty drunk but you could still manage with yourself. Lucifer on the other hand after that two hours ended up with his shirt half unbuttoned and messed up hair after you challenged him to do so. You couldn’t get your eyes off of him sitting like that with his legs spread out and your whole body was screaming to straddle his lap. You though you were going to drool yourself at sight of his muscular torso. You felt pretty damn wet in your panties after sights like this.

“Guys I’m leaving for now. I’ll be right back but Dan called me saying that Trixie is burning up and probably having a fever. I’m going to pick her up. I have already ordered a taxi. Please don’t do something stupid. Y/N, I’m counting on you” Chloe shouted to you putting on her shoes, already changed and slumming her front door shut.

“Guess we have some time alone sweetheart.” Black-haired man said to you turning his head towards you. He put one of his massive hands on your thigh and you sighed after his touch touching your sensitive skin. Your knees were touching and you felt shiver running down your spine. His face was millimetres away from yours. The pad of his thumb running across your bottom lip making you tremble. Your breath hitched as Lucifer smirked at you.

“What do you say baby girl? I know you want me.” He seductively admitted. His deep voice echoing through your years. You felt like you were in trance. Thoughts and consequences be damned, you wanted him more than you’d ever wanted anything, and fuck anything that was in your way.

His thumb moving away from your lips as he was leaning in closer to you. His lips ghosting over yours. His hands cupped your face with his two hands caressing your cheeks. Both of you starred at each other. Your eyes fluttered closed as Lucifer laid his lips on yours. He kissed you passionately, your lips moving in sync. Lucifer’s eyes fluttering closed as well. He grabbed a hold of your hair pulling at them causing a moan felt from your lips as the kiss began to got deeper and needer. You decided to make a move and straddle his lap. His fingers moved from your jaw to your hips digging into them harshly. Your fingers quickly unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on his shirt. Your hands didn’t waste time to trail down his muscular torso what made him groan into the kiss. You broke the kiss first moving your head down towards his exposed chest, pressing your lips against it. You trailed wet, sloppy kisses down his chest, then down towards his stomach. Stopping above the waistline of his pants. Lucifer smirked down at you, as you got on your knees. Looking up at him, as you undid the button of his pants, then unzipped the zip pulling his pants down, as well as his boxers, you freed his growing bulge. Lucifer let out a hiss, as his cock sprang up, while you bit your lip. You stared at his big cock in awe making your way back to the couch to sit next to him.

“You like what you see baby girl? Would you like daddy’s cock in your tight, little pussy of yours? He asked grabbing a firm hold of your jaw making you look him straight into his eyes.

“Hell yes, please daddy” you said arching your back to get some friction from your actions.

Lucifer lowered you to the mattress, your back met the rough material of the living room’s couch. It felt so inviting, so intimidating. You wanted that so badly, your entire body screamed for pleasure. You felt air leave your lungs because of the handsome man has begun to kiss your neck. Your chest were heaving, you raised a hand to the base of his neck and held him there as he sucked strong marks onto your skin. Little moan left you, while your body began to surrender to him.

“You’ll be in hell soon darlin’. Sorry baby but this shirt needs to get out with rest of your clothes but it’s so beautiful and welcoming.” He quickly made you get rid of your clothes quickly. When Lucifer bended down while still keeping his brown eyes locked with yours his tongue swiped a lick atop your breast, then immediately took your stiffened tit in his mouth to suck. His other hand worked on massaging your other breast and you forgot about everything around you and let your body take over as your mouth produced another groan. That’s when he decided to pull your nipple lightly in between his teeth.

“Oh, fuck,” you exhaled the curse in ecstasy.

“Naughty girl aren’t you.” Lucifer grinned, but his tone suggested he’s aroused with your language. His hand ran down the plane of your stomach and slipped down to feel your pulsing desire. You could see it in his eyes how pleased he is at the amount of slickness he felt coating his fingers. He toyed with your clit in deliberately slow circles, and you whined at his touch while moving your hips to receive more stimulation. But Lucifer’s fingers went on to explore further inside you, and you couldn’t hold back the gasp that left your lips as he began to stretch you. He bended down again so that his face is above yours, cologne so strong yet soothing. Lucifer’s kisses were hot and needy. His tongue made a reappearance and became acquainted with yours. Your next gasp bled into a groan into his mouth when he added another finger.

“Yeah, please daddy, I want your cock so bad inside me.” you practically begged.

His fingers may be removed from your sopping heat, but in their place, Lucifer’s bending cock slided between your legs to coat it with your wet pussy. Dark haired man finally entered you. Your back lifted off the bed as you let out a lust-filled cry. It was a tight and delicious fit with your muscles constricting around his eager girth. The man’s lips twisted up at the sound and creates his own unbridled groan.

“Spread your legs wide, babydoll. Take the devil all in.” He was so big you didn’t even know how you can adjust, but your body found a way to relax enough for Lucifer to slide in deeper.

Your eyes squeezed shut at how he stretched you fully, but your voice begged him to move, to give you more. He went on to create a steady rhythm with his hips and all with that filthy comments on how tight and perfect you felt around him. You made another desperate noise as you continue your ascent, which prompts him to ask between grunts, “Speak, love. What do you need from daddy?”

“Your big hands with your fingers daddy” you somehow told with filling voice your need amidst your hedonistic sounds.

“It’s going to the direction I didn’t know it’s going” Lucifer laughed with devilish smirk upon his face.

It was what you need after all, the extra stimulation to bring you closer and closer to what could be the strongest orgasm of your life. In a series of ‘yes’s and curses, you reached another plane of existence. Flashes of white light grew behind your eyes while your mouth widened. Lucifer, in turn, exhaled a shaky and pleasurable moan as your body repeatedly constricted and pulled around his cock.

“Oh shit, doll, just right there.” He came inside you, hot and fast, and you feel the descent of your high flow through you. Every part of you was warm and exhilarated and thoroughly pleased. When Lucifer pulled out from you, he rolled over back onto the couch. His grin read that his own desires have been fulfilled. You knew you got yourself into a deep shit and there’s no way going back.

[artzee-bee]

Best friend’s ex | Benny Weir x reader

Fandom: My babysitter’s a vampire

Request: “ Um if you don’t mind can you write for mbav? Something along the lines of the reader and Ethan try a fake relationship thing cause Ethan asked her to? Like to get to Sarah/ or get her attention. And everyone is shocked cause they thought Benny and the reader would date instead cause all 3 of them are childhood friends”

Genre:Fluff mostly but I guess a little angst torwards the end

Warnings: some arguing and also it’s LONG, don’t say I didn’t warn you

A/N: This has a little Ethan x reader too but over all it’s Benny with a guest apperence from jelous!Benny torwards the end (or at least that’s what I was going for)

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“Wait, you’re dating?! Like for real dating?!”

 You clinged tighter to Ethan’s arm “Yeah, we are” but you weren’t. You didn’t want to lie to your friends and it was honestly making you kinda uncomfy but you were doing it for E.

“Ok so how long has this been going on for?” asked Benny. You and your entire friend group were gathered around his locker and you decided to break the news to them about your and Ethan’s “relationship”, which was all bullcrap. He had asked you a couple nights before to pretend. He was hoping it would get him closer to Sarah.

“Um, no more than a month” E said, trying to sound as confident as possible and doing a fairly good job at it. Of course you saw right through him but everyone else seemed to buy his act.

“Well that’s...interesting news” Sarah laughed awkwardly

“You think so? Why?”

The group went silent for a moment

“Well, just cause” Sarah started, nervousness laced into her tone “I mean I would have guessed that Benny and Y/N were going to get together eventually.” Rory and Erika just nodded in agreement while Benny tried to suppress a nervous laughter.

“I mean, come on guys” he said “ I’ve known Y/N for just as long as Ethan.” 

“Yeah, but you two just always seemed, I don’t know, closer?”

“Well” Ethan interrupted “ seems like you were wrong on that one.”

Suddenly aware of how rude she sounded, Sarah babbled some lame excuse and left quickly, face red from embarrassment. Rory and Erika left as well, each in their own direction, but not before congratulating the couple once more. Benny was the only one left.

“You good Benny?” E asked

“Yeah, I guess it’s just interesting seeing you like this”

“I hope you’re not mad or anything I mean we…” you were quickly cut off by Benny

“No, no, absolutely, not! I’m really happy for you guys! My two best friends are in love, that’s really cool!” A pink tint made its way onto your cheeks hearing Benny say “in love”, even though you knew it wasn’t true. E smiled at you and hid his face in your hair. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his hands on your hips, swaying you two back and forth for a moment

“Alright, well I gotta go. Chem starts in a few” you told your boys and headed to class, not before hugging both of them and leaving Ethan with a quick peck on the cheek

As soon as you got to class however, you texted your “boyfriend”

“Think that went pretty well”

“I think so too. Everyone seemed to buy it!”

“I know!” you said and the conversation ended like that. 

You switched your attention back to your teacher, who was discussing your next assignment but even though your eyes were on her, your mind was replaying Sarah’s comment on repeat. You and Benny, huh? You couldn’t say you disliked the idea or that you’ve never thought about it. You’ve always felt different when hanging out with him compared to all your other friends.You felt more free and comfortable. You couldn’t stop the smile on your face from the fuzzy feeling you got just thinking about Bens and you together.

“So how long are we gonna be doing this for?” you texted Ethan. Now that you thought about it, you could never date Benny after this. The sudden realisation made your stomach twist in knots. He would never even go on a date with you if he thought you to be Ethan’s ex! Bro code or whatever but you couldn’t blame them!

“I don’t know for sure, I don’t see why it should last more than a couple months.”

“Ok” you didn’t mind helping E. He was a great guy and one day, some amazing girl is gonna see that and be all over him, even if it’s not Sarah! And he’s going to fall in love and have a beautiful wife and a happy family and this thing you are doing right now is just gonna be a silly high school memory to look back at. You tried not to overthink everything like you usually do and go with the flow, have fun.

It was surprisingly easy to do. Holding hands and occasional cheek kisses didn’t mean much and you never had a “proper kiss”, telling everyone you were simply not fans of PDA. It didn’t feel much like you were a couple, just closer friends. Touchier.

About 4 months down the line, you and Ethan go on your last “date”, which really just meant pizza night at Morgan’s.

“Thanks for all this Y/N, I know you didn’t have to and it might have been awkward at times but it means a lot that you went with it all this time” Ethan says sincerely while pouring you a glass of soda

“Don’t be silly E! You are one of my best friends. I would do anything for you.”

“Yeah but, now you and Benny won’t be…” he didn’t finish his sentence, as if he wasn’t sure if bringing this up was even a good idea or if it was gonna make you mad. You told E about your crush on your best friend not long after your first day as a “couple”. You couldn’t lie to him and quite honestly, you needed someone to vent to. The more you thought about Benny, the more it hurt and while you weren’t mad at Ethan for bringing it up now (you knew he had the best of intentions), it was putting you off

“Let’s not talk about that tonight” you said softly

“Right, yes, of course! Sorry” you giggle and reached out for your glass of soda, raising it up

“A toast!” you declared dramatically, making E laugh “To our breakup!” Ethan raised his own glass and clicked it with yours 

“To our breakup!” he said before you both took a sip of your drinks

You laid down on the couch, getting ready to watch Scare Finder. Your head was resting on one of Ms. Morgan’s decorative pillows and you placed your feet on E’s lap. He rolled his eyes at you and you giggled

“I love you!”

“I love you too babe” he joked before laying down next to you and wrapping you in a hug. The couch was a bit too small for the both of you to lay down side by side and you felt the left side of your body  hanging off the edge but E’s arms were around your waist, holding you and you felt safe

“Can we..” Ethan whispered nervously “can we keep cuddling during shows even if we aren’t boyfriend- girlfriend anymore?” 

“Yes of course” you giggled

“Good, cause this is really comfortable” he whispered in your neck

“I know, I love it too”

~~~

 Your breakup was a much bigger deal than you anticipated.Your friends seemed not only shocked, but heartbroken too. You didn’t tell them anything about why you ended your relationship, saying it was too early and you didn’t feel like talking about it but that you were still close friends and nothing was going to change

Things went back to normal afterwards, except now you were single and so was Benny and you couldn't help the invisible pull, dragging you closer and closer to him. Everyone of his silly jokes made you crack up and you couldn’t even be mad at him when his failed spells ended up in a big mess that you and the friend group needed to solve. You hadn’t realised how much you missed him until you broke up with E. Whether or not that relationship was real, it felt like a real reason to stay away from Benny. It felt like you were taken because everyone else belived you to be. You couldn’t make a move on him because everyone knew you to have a boyfriend but now you didn’t and you couldn’t help yourself from looking at B in a different light.

You were over at his house, helping him pack some herbs he had to organise for his grandma, as punishment for wasting all her old ones on some spell. You were stuffing dried leaves in tiny jars, while Benny was busying himself attaching little tags to them, with the name of each plant.

“Thanks again for coming to help me, you didn’t have to”

“Anytime Bens, you know I’m always here for you” you looked at him and smiled sweetly. He looked into your eyes and said

“I know, Thank you” you nodded and switched your focus back on the plants, hoping he wouldn’t notice the blush on your face. Lucky for you, he started telling a story that happened in his geography class and things slowly fell into their usual, casual place, at least up until you had to leave.

You placed the last little jar in its respective spot on the shelf

“I think this is it, right?” Benny asked

“It should be”

“Perfect, I’m in dire need of a snack. You want chips? I have some upstairs”

“No, it’s late, I should head home”

“Um, ok yeah. No problem” but none of you moved after that, you just looked at one other for a little bit, until the awkwardness got too much and you took your backpack and headed to the door

“Thanks again” Benny said right when you reached the door

“No problem” and then time froze again. You got lost in his pretty eyes and barely noticed his chest rising and falling faster with every second that passed until, you both found yourselves in each other's arms, kissing deeply and desperately, as if you’ve waited all your life for this. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling at loose strands, his hands running up and down your back, bringing you as close to him as possible. All your senses were intoxicated with him and finally, the little pit in your chest disappeared. Your lips fit together like puzzle pieces but than, all of a sudden, Benny pushed you away aggressively

“No, I can’t do that!” his back turned to you, but you saw the red in his face and his hands went to his head, massaging the back of his neck just like you had been doing

“Benny…”

“No, no, you are Ethan’s ex and we can’t do that! I can’t do that!”

“B, listen to me!” you tried to step towards him but at your slightest movement, he jumped back, finally turning to face you

“Y/N, that was a mistake and I’m sorry! We shouldn’t have done that! It was a mistake” your eyes stung from the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks

“Don’t say that…” you could barely hear your own voice and were genuinely surprised when B replied

“Of course it was! As much as I wanted to do it and as right as it may have felt, it’s barely been a few weeks since your last relationship with MY BEST FRIEND and your best friend too and we can’t, I CAN’T do this to him! You, you guys dated and…”

“But we didn’t!” you said

“Of course you did, are you out of your mind?” Benny looked at you, teary eyed and desperate “I saw you, we saw you! Holding hands and cheek kisses! He had his arm around your back every moment of every goddamn school day and every time I wished it was me! He had all of you and he could hold you during movie nights and spend all his free time with you and kiss you and run his hands through your hair and everytime he did it I imagined that I was in his spot, hoping you would look at me with the same love and admiration that you looked with at him but now it’s too late! It doesn’t matter that he didn’t cherish you better while he had you because I still can not take you! I can’t do that to him!”

“Benny it wasn’t real!”

“What does that even mean Y/N?” he was yelling now, but you knew he wasn’t angry, just hurt. You saw the tears in his eyes and how hard he tried to stop them from running down his face.

“We weren’t ever dating! We just pretended!” the madness in his eyes turned to a question, an invitation for you to continue “It was all a show Bens. He wanted to impress Sarah. He asked me to fake a relationship with him.”

Benny leaned over the table, resting his body on his arms. He seemed to be thinking for a while, until he said “That’s a stupid idea”

You laughed “I thought so too when he told me” Benny seemed to think some more before saying

“Such an Ethan idea to have” which only made you laugh more

“So it was never real?” he asks you finally

“No! It was just an act” but even now, Benny couldn’t say anything. He was looking at his hands nervously. You took a deep breath and said the one thing you could think of

“He knows if that’s what you are wondering” the boy looked at you with questioning eyes again “Ethan I mean”

“Ethan knows what?”

“That I like you” Benny straightened and looked at you with soft eyes once more, you felt your cheeks heat up and turned to walk away but Benny quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him, holding you in a tight hug. 

“So, does that mean I can kiss you again?” a small smile tugged at your lips

“Please do”