#plz let me tutor again

[hastalavistarbaby]

gosh he’s so right

[norrizzandpia]

Let Me Help (OP81)

Summary: She’s got a math test the next day and unfortunately, she can’t do math. However, her boyfriend can.

Warnings: PURE FLUFF 👹👹👹👹, me being uneducated abt the British schooling system (PLZ FORGIVE ME IF I GET ANYTHING WRONG I KNOW THERE ARE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN THE AMERICAN AND BRITISH ACADEMIC SYSTEMS)

Note: i want a bf to tutor me math wtf bitch 😐

As she sat in the University of London’s library, staring at the problem on her laptop, Y/n was on the verge of tears.

She had been trying to study for four hours, but she was quickly realizing she had absolutely no idea what was going on in the class. No amount of step-by-step videos or lecture notes could help remedy the confusion she was suffering from. Her grade relied on this test and if she failed, she wasn’t too keen on retaking the course.

Nevertheless, she knew if she continued to sit and stare, her heart rate would accelerate even more and her watery eyes would turn into full on sobs. So, she excused herself, packing up her backpack and making a swift path toward the bathroom. Once settled behind the door, she let the tears fall and the anxiety consume her.

As if the world wanted to hurt her more, her crucial moment was ruined as her phone began to ring. Her sweet boyfriend’s face stared back at her as she contemplated answering the call or not. If she didn’t, he would most likely call her again, and if she did, he would be able to notice the way her voice wavered with self-doubt immediately.

For whatever reason, she answered the call. She didn’t say anything, waiting for him to start the conversation, as she stared at the wall in front of her and tried to calm herself down.

“Baby! How’s studying going? I was thinking we could get food because I’m sure you haven’t taken a proper break yet.” His cheery voice met her ears and while that tone usually brought air back into her lungs, it pushed her over the edge this time.

Silence on the other end of the phone as she cried into the speaker and Oscar tried to figure out what had her so distraught.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He questioned, trying to comfort her sorrows as he ran around his apartment and grabbed his things, already on his way to help her.

She tried to speak, but the words never came out, sobs replacing any kind of sentence.

He continued to speak, knowing his voice was the only thing that could really help her as he sped to the library.

“It’s okay, Y/n.” He urged, changing lanes and turning abruptly which granted a loud honking behind him from a frustrated driver.

She shook her head as she said, “It’s not, Osc. I don’t understand anything. I haven’t done anything these past few hours. I’m going to fail this test, and then I’m not going to pass this year, and then I’m going to fail out of college, and never get a job or provide for myself in anyway.”

He breathed out. Her way of jumping to conclusions and overthinking always gave her a problem, a major obstacle Oscar was so determined to help her through. Any inconvenience and she was worrying over what would happen next.

“Woah, woah, woah. Baby, slow down. None of that is going to happen. This is about your math test? You don’t understand the material?” He said softly.

“Yeah,” She whispered into the speaker.

He nodded, “Okay, well, how about this: I’ll come to the library and help you through the problems. You know math’s one of my strongest subjects. I can do this for you. Let me help you, baby.”

“But, Osc, aren’t you hungry? You just said you wanted to get food.” She said, trying to stop him from seeing her in this state.

“Baby, food can wait. We can get food after.” He smiled to himself as he pulled into the parking lot and got out.

“It’s going to take all night for me to understand this, Osc.” She stressed.

He shrugged, “Well, then I’ll get us food and we can eat while we study.”

She shook her head, “No, Oscar.”

He stopped in his steps, staring at the building as he sensed her overwhelming anxiety over his proposition.

“What’s wrong with me helping you, Y/n? That’s what I’m here for.” His eyebrows scrunched together, confusion and concentration over her next answer.

Her small voice bled through his phone and met his ears in a broken whisper, “I don’t want you to think I’m stupid.”

His heart squeezed in his chest, “Y/n, I do not and will never think you are stupid. Just because math was easy for me doesn’t mean it was easy for everyone else and that’s how it should be. Everybody struggles with math. There’s a reason why the majority of the world hates it. Trust me, baby, you are one of the smartest people I know.”

After a beat of silence and when he wasn’t certain if she would respond, Oscar tried again, “Let me help you, Y/n. I want to help you because I love you.”

Her cheeks blushed even in the intensity of the moment. The warmness she felt spread throughout her body moved her to say, “Okay, fine.”

“Good because I’m already here.”

—

Y/n’s eyes lit up, “Oh, so x is 2?!”

Nodding, Oscar rubbed his hand lightly up and down her back, “Exactly, my love. See? You’ve got this, smart girl.”

Her blushing had him chuckling, but her shyness didn’t stop him from kissing her temple.

“Okay, I think I understand this then.” She muttered, a big smile on her face as she looked at the time and realized it was still early enough that they could find a food place open.

“Still wanna get food?” She inquired, her body falling into his chest as they sat back on the wooden chairs. It was completely quiet and empty in the building, only a few students lingering. Because of their position in the very corner, their privacy was ensured, something they both were grateful for.

Oscar nodded, his hand coming up to tangle in her hair and nudge her face toward his. He kissed her softly, whispering sweet nothings when they broke apart. He was so proud of her and the fact that she had doubted herself as hard as she had didn’t sit right with him.

“You’re so incredibly smart, baby.” He said against her lips as he tilted his head to the other side, going in for another.

Their lips continued to tenderly meet, but every time he broke away, he would say something he loved about her.

“You never back down from a challenge. I love how determined you are.”

Kiss, Kiss

“Even when you fall, you always push yourself to get back up again. I love how resilient you are.”

Kiss, Kiss

“You’re so loving. I love the way you love me.”

Kiss, Kiss

“As we saw tonight, you’re so intelligent and knowledgeable. Even though you might not believe it yourself right now, you are so incredibly brilliant. I love how you never dumb yourself down for anyone. I love how confident you are to be yourself.”

He went in for another touch of their lips, but her giggling made it slightly impossible.

“Oscar, you’re so sappy.” She whispered, faces centimeters away from each other.

All he could do was smile down at her and whisper as his lips brushed against hers, “I just love you so much and I hate to see you doubt yourself. You’ve got this in the bag, Y/n. Sometimes teachers just don’t teach well and that isn’t your fault. Look at how fast it took you to learn it when someone actually sat down to introduce it to you! Two hours, baby! A whole unit in two hours! That’s impressive, baby, and you know it.”

She pulled back to lean against her chair, smile illuminating the room, “What would I do without you?”

He scoffed, “You would be perfectly fine. It’s me without you that you should be worried about.”

“Well, I’m not worried about it because I don’t plan on ever leaving.”

Kissing swiftly once more, his hand laid gently on the side of her neck, “Me neither.”

The two stayed like that for a few minutes until his stomach started grumbling and she was reminded of her earlier question.

“Food?”

He was already halfway out of the building, “Always.”

[0x1lovebot]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲.

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; having feelings for someone who’s in a relationship is already so hard to deal with. so imagine jake’s struggle when the taken girl that he’s had feelings for for years comes to him for help in physics. will he actually move on or will the lines start to blur between tutoring and romance?

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; the members of enhypen and baekhyun of exo/superm.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬; kinda strangers 2 lovers, university au, social media au. crack, fluff, slight angst.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; suggestive/inappropriate jokes, extreme simping, cheating, mentions of alcohol (hyung line only), mentions of sex, violence, mentions of blood (nothing crazy I mentioned it like once I think), language,.

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫; these are not accurate representations of idols!! plz remember that!!

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: november 12, 2022

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝: november 15, 2023

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬; 4 creatives and a weirdo in STEM || 3 creatives and a simp in STEM || privates

𝐨𝐧𝐞; first day of school everyone!!!

𝐭𝐰𝐨; I was hacked🤷‍♂️

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞; let’s get out of here. [+0.6k words]

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫; yeah he’s going to hell

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞; i hate all of you equally☺️

𝐬𝐢𝐱; that test ate me the fuck up.

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧; turn on the infamous sim jaeyun rizz😏

𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭; HEESEUNG U BEAUTIFUL GENIUS

𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞; i’ll see u fuckers later 🫶

𝐭𝐞𝐧; anyways it’s about that time again😀

𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧; still no tutor.

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞; matchmaker. [+0.5k words]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧; all of u are useless bitches.

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧; this is NOT a good idea‼️

𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧; i didn’t think he’d actually do it😦

𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧; shall we get started? [+0.6k words]

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧; bro thinks we’re akinator😭

𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧; jay’s money, my money same thing🙄

𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧; would him liking u be such a bad thing🤨

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲; me. y/n’s apartment?? TODAY???

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞; y/n what is this😧

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨; tomato tomahtoe let me be delusional🙄

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞; violent jay makes you happy??🤨

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫; she’s just like me fr

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞; my marbles are GONE

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐱; y/n’s bf stop being corny challenge failed😀

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧; WHY WAS I SLOWLY GETTING SEDUCTED BY HIM [+0.6k words.]

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭; el oh fucking el :)

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞; believe it princess😘

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲; the genius is back yall 🤩🤩

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞; so what i’m hearing is jake > baekhyun

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨; sounds like a date

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞; camera thief caught in 4k 🤨📸

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫; BUT IMMA STILL TURN UP🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞; FINE

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐱; #bestfashionsenseoncampus 😛

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧; THEY GOT THE HENNESSY 🤪🤪🤪🤪

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭; jake got that dawg in him fr😳 [+1.4k words.]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞; they better not be fucking‼️ [+2.3k words.]

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲; we SHARED that bed 😗☝️

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞; MAGIC IS REAL

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨; my girl❤️

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒; no fornicating during finals week😤

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🏷️; @quokkasunggie @lilactangerine @ckline35 @theskzvibe @ily-cuz-i @iloveoceaneyesss @gongiz @jakewife @yenqa @kaislinging-slasher01 @bangchan-fairy @enhy4me2 @neozon3nha @viagumi @wondering-out-loud @liliansun @woneulz @cha0thicpisces @ahnneyong @octubreuno @curly-fr13s @alywalysenpai @mimimovv @calumsfringe @homelycat @thia-aep @enhastolemyheart @redm4ri @xiaoderrrr @ddenoudepression @wonniestars @apsrk2040 @ja4hyvn @shinsou-rii @cherryunie @jinsfavoritedoll @beomsbeanie @primroselover @hoonieluv @bluxjun @herefornamu @taylvvrr @iaaah @yvnjin-s @jakemyluv @koeuh @silquids @sumarchived @sserafimez @lomzy5 @jjakery

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[tatterings]

So, the story of most of Rylmyr’s pre-bg3 events in a nutshell under the cut:

PS - TUMBLR THIS IS NOT SEXUAL ART. RYLMYR IS BEING ATTACKED WHILE BASICALLY SELLING HIS SOUL FOR ROCK & ROLL. PLZ DONT NUKE ME.

Rylmyr Torrett was born into a powerful noble Drow house Torett, a bloodline rich with magic. A sorcerer or six were born every generation; anyone who wasn't born with inherent magic easily picked up the skills as a wizard - even the males.

His birth was foretold by the family's priest, who prophesied the house matron's next child will be born as a new beginning, ans will be bestowed with immense magical powers according to the prophecy.

Rylmyr was assigned female at birth, the third daughter to the house matron. (thankfully, not as the third son, else he'd have been killed at birth).

But for Rylmyr, being AFAB was never comfortable; he handled the dysphoria as best as he could. However, in drow society, females were the only people with value. So he laid as low as possible while in Menzoberannzan, playing along as a tomboy-ish young drow

Unfortunately it's difficult to lay low when a prophecy proclaimed you were going to be the most powerful magic-wielder of the generation and yet… that magic never developed. Ryl was no sorcerer, and struggled with learning magic underneath a harsh wizard tutor. Despite decades of study, he could not cast magic beyond sputters of faint green sparks from his fingertips.

Ryl learned musical skills and dance, so that at least he could provide entertainment to the guests of his noble house, and be of some use at least to his family. But as the rivalries between house and others grew more intense, Ryl feared for his life, as his family became less tolerant of his failures in magical study. Being shunned in Menzo society was nearly worse than straight execution. Someone left to fend for themselves would not survive for long.

Despite finding some form of respite in the arts and bardic ways, he was still deeply unhappy and resolved that before his 80th birthday, he would escape the oppressive Underdark. After begging every god in existence, except Lolth for obvious reasons, a cambion ended up feeling curious about young Rylmyr. This particular devil was a sort of patron of chaos, who monitored the Underdark and Menzo society because the bloodthirst and constant turmoil of warring houses was like reality TV to him.

This additional little drow, who has fucked up the fate of his house so bad just by being born presented a new "channel" to watch, so to speak. The cambion met with Ryl because there's only so many centuries of the same old backstabbing to be done in Drow society and he was intensely bored.

The cambion makes a deal with Ryl: he will be Ryl's warlock patron, and give him the magical powers that he were “supposed to have” (the prophecy isn't wrong after all, and Ryl's magic is stupidly powerful when he's able to control it). The devil also agrees to make his body and mind more in harmony but leaves the marks of his claws on Ryl's chest; the devil did not put in the contract's clause that he couldn't be barbaric about it.

For Ryl's part of the bargain, he agrees to having this Cambion keep an eye on him literally by just… being himself. An outcast drow, given magical powers and no training on how to use them, thrown into the surface world? Delicious entertainment again. (Sidenote: The cambion is also petty as fuck, and says something like 'also there's this bitch Mizora who i wanna piss off so i'm stealing her idea and taking your eye and using a sending stone because you're my personal entertainment'.)

Ryl loses an eye and its replaced with an onyx black sending stone so he can be this cambion's Keeping Up with the Kardashians.

Ryl for the most part is like 'there is literally no part of this deal that is bad for me' (spoiler it isn't ALL gucci because he has to do some fucked up shit after getting settled above ground) but it at least lets him escape in one piece.

[seungbinbin]

me gustas means i like you <3

ch 03. tutoring in session

warnings: she/her pronouns, mediocre writing (soz), brief mention of food; lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: oh god i struggled to write this one so bad ‼️ i am not the best writer plz bare with me !! i hope u enjoy this one i think it’s cute :) and let me know what u think! i want to get better!

PLEASE DON’T SPAM LIKE

ch 02 || ch 03 || ch 04

masterlist

[y/n]🫣: hey, i’m in the study room

[y/n]🫣: it’s C143 !!

changbin: be there in 5!

changbin stopped right at the door of the study room. he was nervous; he barely knew the words “si” and “por favor,” and now he was going to sit through an entire spanish lesson with the cutest tutor he had ever seen. he had only hung out with [y/n] twice. one time was enough to peak his interest; he wanted to get to know her better the second he heard her make fun of something seungmin said.

felix and seungmin brought [y/n] over again for movie night, and changbin knew he was a goner. somehow, she was able to fit into their little group perfectly. she felt comfortable around them like she had known them for years. they felt comfortable around her like she was the missing piece of their friendship puzzle.

he stood outside for a second, wiping his sweaty palms on his dark jeans and fixing his hair. he wore cologne for this and everything. if he was going to embarrass himself in front of [y/n], he was going to do it while looking and smelling good.

changbin opened the door as quietly as he could to not disturb her. he found her with a frown on her face, music blasting through her headphones as she tried to set up the table over and over again. there were tons of snacks, water, a brand new set of highlighters and pens laid out in front of her. he watched as she shifted them slightly to make them look perfectly symmetrical.

how cute.

the sound of the door startled her. “oh, hey!”

“hi, [y/n].” he smiled, sitting down in front of his pretty, new friend. “what’s all this?”

“oh, um,” she stammered and took of her headphones. it made him smile. “i thought i’d bring some snacks, you know…brain fuel! and water to keep us hydrated-“

“so nice of you, thank y-“

“also i got you some highlighters because everything is easier when you color code. and also a folder…is blue okay? i don’t know what color you like but i thought blue would be okay-“

changbin laughed as [y/n] rambled. she looked at him with a shy smile, and it made him want to pinch her cheeks. “blue is perfect, thank you.”

“okay, good.” she smiled.

“you really went all out, hm?”

“i wanted you to be motivated!”

“do you this for all your students or am i special?”

changbin bit back a smirk as her ears turned red. he decided flirting with [y/n] was fun.

“…why don’t we start?!” [y/n] laughed nervously. “i’m gonna give you a diagnostic test.”

“test?! this is the first session!”

she giggled, and changbin had never heard anything sweeter. “i know, but i have to have an idea of where you’re at! you said you knew some basics?”

“yeah…yeah, yeah. okay.” he looked over the first page and almost broke a sweat. “cool, cool, cool.”

“stop staring at me like that.” [y/n] muttered as she graded changbin’s test.

“why not?”

“makes me nervous.”

“do i make you nervous?”

she froze, blinking rapidly and willing her cheeks to stop heating up. the whole session had been spent like this: changbin making flirty little remarks, and her not knowing how to respond. it was ridiculous how giddy he made her, and she needed it to stop immediately.

[y/n] had made herself a promise when she got on the flight to korea: no dating during her semester abroad. she couldn’t afford to have serious feelings for someone if she was bound to leave. she couldn’t do that to herself. she couldn’t do that to anyone. so whatever was going through her mind about changbin, whatever was making her blush and stutter, needed to stop.

she rolled her eyes playfully. “whatever…back to spanish.”

“how did i do?”

“…real bad.”

“oh-“

“yah, seo changbin! you lied to me!”

“i just- look, i just wanted to impress you!”

the sight of changbin, her new friend who was just so big and buff, blushing in embarrassment made [y/n] giggle in amusement. he was so cute…in like, a friend way or whatever.

“ah, what am i gonna do with you.” she sighed, smile still on her face, his ears still reddened with slight embarrassment.

“i will work so hard, this is my oath to you.”

“shut up,” she smacked him in the arm with the test. “let’s start from the basics.”

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✩𖤐☆𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄…

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐒𝐂𝐏

GN! Reader. ⚠︎︎warning. Threesome. NOT EDITED OR PROOF READ!

I can clearly see how much you all love Takenya so here’s a small little story about him (plus a surprise guest). Btw this isn’t connected for the main storyline it’s just a thought that popped into my head. READ THE NOTE AT THE END PLS.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” This kid again? Ugh! Why is he always following you around?! I mean, does he not have anything better to do?

“Didn’t I tell you that you need to meet me for our weekly study session? It is Friday, is it not?”

“It is. School is over though. I tried looking for you at lunch but you weren’t there,” damn… you’re right. He didn’t mean for the council meeting to run over time, but duty calls.

“Hmm, you’re right. I’m… sorry,” a soft chuckle erupts from behind you.

“I don’t think they heard you, Kenya… or should I say president. Mind speaking up a little bit?” Fists tighten and his jaw clenches; why you little-

“Oh c’mon,” he says dragging out the last syllable

“Don’t tell me the great Takenya Matsumoto, student council president, head of more than three clubs, son of a CEO, is having trouble saying a five letter word,” you turn your head a little to the side with a disapproving look, seriously Micah? All you get in return is an “innocent” smile. Sighing, you turn back to your would be tutor.

“Ignore him. How about I just shoot by tomorrow; it’s the weekend after all,” Finally! This is the first time you two have been alone in weeks; the warmth you provided has started to fade from memory, he defined can’t have that.

“Amazi-,”

“Wha-What! (Y/n), I thought you said you’d come to my house for a sleepover!” Oh. That’s right. You did say you’d be over today, maybe next time.

“Oh right. Sorry, Takenya. Maybe next time,”

“If there ever is a next time,” Micah adds under his breath. Grrrr! Who does this jerk think he is!?

“Wa-Wait!” You don’t make it very far before turning around, questioning what was the reason for the small outburst. With a grumble, Takenya explains himself.

“He… he can come too,” hm? Huh? It’s rare for those two to even breathe the same air let alone inviting each other over. Even if it’s unexpected, you're here now. Sandwiched between two men in a king sized bed, talk about personal space.

⚠︎︎

“Agh, fuck… you like that baby? Yea I know, just like old times,” Micah lets out a small chuckle as his hips continue to snap into you from behind. He sneaks a hand from where it previously was around your waist to your throat, using it as leverage for his brutal pace.

“Look at ‘em, angel. So sloppy, he can’t make you feel the way I do right?” Takenya scoffs but is soon replaced with a groan. The friction from Micah’s dick rubbing against his as you clamp down on him almost makes him cum right there . They’re both using your home as a battle ground at his point, trying their best to make you scream their name.

“Shut- ugh… Shut up Lemitzki,” he’s a mess right now. Long hair that was previously tied back falls around his shoulders, strands sticking to his forehead. Heaving and panting like a dog and sweat falling down his pale skin. He’s about to say more but he pauses before smirking.

“The only sloppy thing here will be them once I finish pumping them full of my cum,” his gaze shifts to you before leaning down and giving you a deep kiss.

“You want that, love? You want me to fill you up?” You nod your head so fast you honk your about to give yourself whiplash. He chuckles while bucking into you further, trying to forget the man under the both of you.

“Yea right, pretty boy; like I’ll let that happen. C’mon, pretty, let’s show him how I make you feel,”

No work was done

This was ASS like I’m not even confident in this and I might delete it if I see y’all ain’t rockin wit it. The smut part made me wanna skydive into a volcano. I’ve had no motivation because of this busy week. #finnashootthisbitchup. BUT I do have a Halloween special in the works and it finna BANG trust 🤞🏾. @constesplanetarium I can’t wait to go to ihop bruh.

[sunlightandsuffering]

Corruption Eren texts Mikasa to meet up to fuck for another tutoring session. Two hours go by and no reply. He’s not gonna call her, he tells himself, he doesn’t even like her in the first place. So what if she’s ignoring him? He doesn’t care. It’s not like he’s feeling ignored just because she usually replies within the minute. He really doesn’t give a fuck. So obviously he calls her, and only in the third beep does she answer, her voice excited and she tells him she’s sorry, she didn’t see his texts because she was so caught up talking to Jean. Jean. Jean Kirsten. Fuck no. “No worries, Mikasa. I just wanted to see if we could study together again this afternoon. But don’t worry, I was about to call Hitch to help me, you can stay where you are. I don’t wanna mess up your social live, you know. I can ask Hitch to be my full time tutor if it’s easier for you”. He’s more than pleased when he hears over the phone Mikasa shouting to jean that she has an emergency and has to go. Like now. She then asks Eren if he can pick her up and she’ll tutor him on the way back aka road head

PLZ!!!! My girl is like SEE YA !! Jean who!!??!? Road head tho I am into 🥵🥵 Eren has to pull over bc she's too good, he just wants to run his hands thru her hair and let her suck him off, best girl Mikasa ! Reclines his seat and everything, giving her endless praise bc he's so relieved she's with him again and he doesn't have to worry about anyone else lol. He's her number one priority! But after he goes back to being his snippy self. Dear Diary,

Almost got into a car accident today, it was all Mikasa's fault. I don't even know why she thought I'd be into it, I pulled over out of sheer obligation, I mean really who WANTS road head?? It's dangerous, I don't know what she was thinking. We spent like an hour on the side of the road, I mean her mouth was pretty amazing, and I let her suck me off twice, so that was also part of the problem but STILL, why would she instigate that, who does she think she is? Does she wnat to kill me? Distracted driving is a serious offence! She's lucky we didn't run into any cops. And I can't stop thinking about it now, I'm so irritated, like how pretty and red her mouth looked, and how swollen it was after, I could barely think for the rest of the day. Absolutely RUINED my afternoon, anyway i'm still annoyed I really don't like her.

-Eren

[animeomegas]

Monarch im in love w Hadrian already tell me more literally anything plz-

Also OMG YOU FINALLY MOVED! YAYYYYY I hope you’re feeling better monarch🥺🥰🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Ahh, I'm so happy that you like him, queen!!! And yes! I moved, I'm still settling in, but it's going decently :) @queenondeezmatatas

(Omg, I have this in my drafts for ages, and I only just noticed it 😫 I’m so sorry, queen!!)

Warnings: Storm mention

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"Don't forget to secure the sail after you bring it down!" you shouted as loud as you could so that you could be heard over the wind. "It breaks and we all die!"

"Yes, Captain!"

"Nix, work out a shift for steering! This storm doesn't look like it's going to be too bad, but we still need people steering the waves. Two at a time, and don't forget to tie yourself onto the deck!"

"Maddy and I will stay on deck first," Nix said firmly. "Everyone else, below deck, try and get some sleep and if there's a chance, we'll swap out steering duties in an hour or two."

You focused your gaze on the sky, noting the dark clouds, the direction of the wind and what it looked like in the distance. It didn't look too bad, you'd certainly survived much worse, but it wouldn't do to get complacent, so your storm protocol was in full swing.

"Alright, Nix, Maddy, good luck," you nodded at them both. "You're two of our best sailors, you'll do a great job, I'm sure.

"The rest of you, finish your tasks and head below deck!"

When you returned to your quarters about ten minutes later, Hadrian was sitting upright in your bed, looking more than a little tense. His eyes locked onto you the second you walked in.

"What's going on?" he sounded nervous.

"Just a small storm-"

"A storm?!" Hadrian yelped, standing up from the bed and walking towards you. "But we're at sea, how- what-"

"It's alright," you reassured, holding up both hands to cut him off. "We've suffered much worse and been fine, relax."

Hadrian didn't look like he was going to relax even a little bit, but as he opened his mouth, a distant rumble of thunder cut him off. He jumped like a rabbit, letting out a little squeak as the boat rocked.

"You should lay back down," you said, guiding him back to your bed and encouraging him to lean back. "The rocking could topple you or make you feel sick, um, being pregnant and all."

Hadrian allowed you to tuck him back in, but as you pulled away, his hand lurched out and grabbed you by the wrist. The first sound of rain drops began as you looked at each other.

"Where are you going?" he said, eyes frantic. "It's not safe out there."

"Hey, it's barely even a storm, alright? There's no need to be scared."

"I'm not scared!" he denied immediately, letting go of your wrist like it was burning him. "Storms are dangerous, that's all."

Your lips curled into an amused smile at his denial. He huffed at you, turning over in the bed and tucking the blankets around himself.

"I'm going to sleep," Hadrian said, huffing once more.

The rain picked up, pounding against the ship from all sides and making an awful racket. You weren't concerned; the ship was designed to handle water, it was the wind and the subsequent waves that would be the problem, and the wind was staying relatively mild.

You watched Hadrian’s shoulders tense periodically as the rain picked up and then abated over and over again. He still refused to turn back over or ask for help though, something you admittedly found rather endearing. 

Before you realised what you were doing, you picked up a book from your desk and sat at the head of the bed. Hadrian turned around to squint at you suspiciously. 

“I thought I’d read something to you, take your mind of the storm a bit,” you offered, suddenly feeling a bit shy. “I’m probably not as good as you are, with all the fancy tutors you had, but I’m not bad at reading aloud.”  

Hadrian blinked at you for a moment, mouth slightly open like he wasn’t sure what to say. Eventually he offered a tentative smile. 

“That would be nice, if you wouldn’t mind. Not that I’m scared of storms though,” he added quickly, crossing his arms over his chest, resting them on his bump. 

“Alright then,” you smiled back, settling in next to him and opening the book to the first page. “Chapter one-” 

[breeeliss]

#LockedTombtober Day 5: Cackle

a/n: adore the fact that gideon simps every time harrow laughs. also, if you know any good griddlehark college au fics, plz notify me immediately

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day 5: cackle

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college AU

“ah, if it isn’t my penumbral twilight mistress slaving away in the library once more.” 

harrow doesn’t even look up from her laptop or check her phone for the time. “skipping your pre-reqs again, griddle?” 

“aw, you memorized my schedule,” gideon teases as she drops her gym bag on the study table and straddles the chair right next to harrow’s. “I didn’t know you cared.”

“it’s hardly memorizing when you skip the same classes just to crawl here and have me check your same problem sets. so which pre-req is it this time, physics or pre-calculus?” 

gideon pouted and pulled a crumpled packet of papers from her backpack. “physics. we’re doing inertia.”

harrow shoves aside two human physiology textbooks and starts flipping through gideon’s physics homework with a crooked smirk that gideon has long resigned herself to finding incredibly charming. “your baby physics problem sets are precious. is this all?” 

gideon makes an award-winning, record breaking fart sound into her hand, and is simultaneously met with an annoyed shush from the student worker posted at the library’s front desk and a flick in the back of the head from harrow. “baby physics my ass,” she complains. “this was supposed to be the jock science class and it’s hard as balls.”

“do they always make the problems athletics themed, or is it just coincidence we’re being tasked with finding the moment of inertia for a dumbbell?” 

“one, it’s a barbell you nerd. two, yes they absolutely do make them sports themed and it’s fucking hilarious. three,” and gideon makes sure to make her eyebrow waggling extra obnoxious, “who’s we?” 

harrow, pitifully, doesn’t take the bait and give her another smirk. drat. “I have lab early in the morning. do you want my help or not?” 

“well it was less help and more just hoping you’d do it for me--” 

“griddle, do not make me run to confession after this for cursing you out.” 

“kidding!” gideon laughs, and just for good measure she pulls out the carton of sushi and disposable chopsticks the bought from the library cafe. “here. lunch as payment because you look anemic, and you have my full attention. tutor me, oh dark enchantress, anoint me with thine knowledge.” 

oh, and gideon gets really close that time, harrow actually smiles -- full teeth! and a little bite in the corner of her lip that she does when she’s trying to hold it back -- and chuckles while shaking her head. beautiful, satisfying, lovely, but somehow not enough. she tears into the case immediately and shoves a roll in her mouth. “your payment is acceptable. now take out a pencil, pupil, i go over this with you once and then i have lab prep to do.” 

admittedly, gideon often has doubts about whether harrow truly likes her. at this point, between gideon begging harrow to help her with assignments and harrow texting gideon for rides back to her dorm after her late night lab sessions let out, gideon is (kinda) sure that they at least don’t hate each other anymore. but then moments like this roll around where harrow goes from promising one explanation to giving three while helping gideon work through the entirety of her problem set, and suddenly gideon’s sure she’s got this in the bag. like, if gideon took her for coffee and dinner she’s (pretty) sure that harrow wouldn’t kill her over it. 

but one thing at a time, she reminds herself. there’s a method to gideon’s madness and an order of operations to mission “get harrowhark nonagesimus to fall hopelessly in love with me.” there’s important groundwork being laid, and gideon is so close to checking off the latest goal. 

gideon stares down at her complete problem set in shock. “how are you better at explaining this than someone who has tenure? that’s like actually insane.” 

harrow, adorable little goth that she is, preens under the praise in that quiet way that only she does. “you’re welcome. although i maintain my recommendation to record your lectures so that you can review what you don’t understand.” 

“uggghhhhhh.” gideon drops her head. “that’s what ianthe said too. stop agreeing with her.” 

“she’s a despicable roommate, but on that point she is correct. i really hope you're not taking help from her, she’ll help you fail and find it funny.” 

gideon smiles and pokes at the shadow of a dimple on harrow’s chin. “is this you trying to make sure i only come to you?” 

harrow rolls her eyes, but there’s humor creeping up in the corner of her lips. “you’re welcome to go to anyone else, but you seem to prefer me. i must be better than ianthe.”

“you’re better than literally everyone on this campus,” gideon says. “of course i'd come to you.” and, as a little bonus to warm her heart tonight, gideon sees harrow’s ears turn red. precious. adorable. cute. sexy. a thesaurus could never sum it up. 

“besides, the last time i asked ianthe for a favor, i came down with a fever for a whole week. i'm pretty sure she stared at me and gave me a fucking staph infection with her brain. no thank you.” 

and then, without any warning, and with no consideration for the fragility of gideon’s poor little gay heart, a cackle bursts straight out of harrow’s chest. it’s two quick notes that are hilariously high pitched, but they’re loud enough to get her a glare from all of the surrounding tables. her hands came up to cover her mouth while she and gideon bow their heads and snicker quietly into their fingers. when they’re able to calm themselves, harrow pushes her things aside and lets gideon take permanent residence in the study chair next to her. “you’re such an idiot.” 

gideon stays beaming during her whole free period. mission an absolute success. and it’s good to know harrow has a pretty laugh. 

[forjongseong]

*knocking* since it’s written there

lol me reading something about studying as soon as i finished my exams🤡🤡. and it’s a studying for stupid IETLS. it’s not a studying it’s more a (stu)dying. hate everything that starts with sty- and ends with -dying.

so why heeseung getting the same score as before seems so funny to me??? and his excuse “i’d have gotten less without you”🙄. hope these tutoring sessions really helped him and he doesn’t have any problems during his study abroad. jake hoon hi🤭

okay okay okay that little interaction between y/n and the waitress!!! please tell me why do the waiters always want to pick up the dirty dishes right after i eat the last bite? they’re hunters with hawk eyes sometimes. what if i want to sit around dirty dishes a little longer mhm??

and student! jay being late reminded me of sec! rookie jay🥹 despite the fact that he came late he definitely called the impression. what an impression!! y/n was lowkey panicking admiring his handsomeness.girl same. we understand her cause look at him!! he doesn't have to do anything and i drool over him. tmi. a majestic black cat. jay’s never beating the black cat allegations fr.

him wanting a higher score than heeseung it’s just a boy moment. yk like boys comparing their dick sizes or number of hookups. boys🙄

AND WDYM WRTING ESSAY THE WAY JAY DOES IS WRONG????����😟 i do it the same way??? for whole my life??? bro you should’ve written this fic a long time ago so maybe now my essay writing skills were at an all time high hdhdhd.

why was she surprised when he called the students stupid? if they don't listen to tutor who they paid money to who are they if not dumbasses?🤡 jay speaking facts right there.

y/n can’t stay mad at him for being late? simp behavior! him inviting her over to his house? act of a predator i think. nah forget it!! he just too cute with his nervous rumbling. like a virgin 🤭

EVERYONE PLEASE RISE FOR JAY IN RIMLESS GLASSES.🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️MAN LOOKS WAY TOO GOOD IN THEM. and without them too.

false and not-given questions!!!! bro i hate it with all my heart and soul. always confuse me. jay and me in the same boat. we’re besties😎. just listen i can totally see with my eyes that needed information isn’t written in a question but what if i’m THAT stupid and i just didn’t comprehend it?? this type of questions is like “choose a correct answer: 1) a+a=2a; 2)a+a=a^2; 3)a+a=a”. fuck them.

“If I get the answer right,” he began, “would you show me your boobs?” OKAY I GET IT YOU’RE BOLD BRAVE DARING. “Alright, why not? Nothing to lose here,” NOT OKAY GAHSGSG. she should’ve not fallen for it. i honestly didn’t expect her to say that. i thought she’d react like a responsible tutor with “are you out of your mind? are those questions that hard to answer? i can explain it to you again” and laugh it out. but she’s wild and we love it.

NAUR JAY YOU PUSSY😭😭😭 YOU DARED NOONA TO SHOW YOU BOOBS YET YOU CHICKENED OUT NAUR DON’T BE LIKE THAT. AND NOOO CONSTRUCTION WORKER PLEASE READ THE ROOM. he surely doesn’t have a nunchi (plz get this joke🙏).

“I meant like, I think I could get motivated a lot if there was a reward waiting if I get a question right. Or if I reach a certain score in a mock test, don’t you think?” sure sure let’s see where your little game takes you. sorry it reminded me of dog that waits for the treat after completing the trick🤡

“Well, you’d probably be getting in between something.”…and you brought your hand to your thigh, patting it. STOP THE MADNESS RIGHT THERE. I CANT HANDLE IT.

*clearing my throat* *cough cough* usually 7.5 rounds off to 8 so Jay could receive a blowjob hahah. the makeout🤌🤌🤌 please kissing licking sucking jays birthmark😫😫 that’s all we want. is that too much to ask?

“Seamless,” he commented as he eyed your panties. would be cute if it was polka dots or striped panties🤭.

so jay is that of boyfriend who prioritizes his partners pleasure over his own? huh? and his fingers?? the way they curl??? he plays the guitar doesn’t he?? you have be good with fingers for that no?? once chance jay one chance im begging.

“It’s unfair,” Jay began, “the way you taste as good as you smell.” sir it’s unfair the way you look hot as you sit as you breath as you walk as you exist. you shouldn’t talk about the unfairness in this situation.

“In that case,” you said, pushing his chest slightly so he could move away from you. You tugged down your panties that had stayed on the whole time, and when you took them off your ankles you handed them to Jay. ughhhhhhghgg i just know he was jerking off holding panties with one hand right under his nose. like 🤤🤤

okay where the angst came from???😃😃 “I appreciate what you’ve been doing for me, but I also don’t want you to get the wrong idea.” the audacity. HAGAGAGAGAG BOY YOU FUNNY. made my giggle at night.

“If I get over 7.5—”“I’ll treat you to lunch.” what it's like to get the same thing in return? pleasant right? nice jay. good job. and you tell me he’s the top student in class? bro is stupider than these students who didn’t listen to y/n’s advices in the first part of fic. even though he get 8.5 he still stupid.

“The day of our last meeting when I said I needed to remain focused. I was trying to confess to you.” see!! who confesses like this??? only stupid boys. i get it. jay is just a book smart. what if before y/n noona he only saw human body in med books😱😱 he’s nerd after all.

“When I said if I get more than 7.5, I was going to say I wanted to eat you out.” top5 phrases to ruin the mood.

why he’s teasing her!?!?! why he’s teasing us?!/!/! please just fuck her already with your huge and thick and beautiful (i just know it) dick!!

“Tell me if it’s okay to move,” he whispered ever so gently before kissing your nose. but a point to him waiting till yn adjusts.🥹

Your hand was looking a little lonely, so he took it and intertwined his fingers with yours. fhfghfg “your hand looks heavy. can i hold it for you?”🤓

“So, what are we?” You asked in the most straightforward manner. TOP1 PHRASE TO RUIN THE MOOD.

GIRL I REREAD THE REWARD FOR THE THIRD TIME AND ITS 6 AM I DIDNT GET ANY SLEEP IM OVERWHELMED BYE

I read this review three times already and it's hilarious every time omg not you DRAGGING jay and literally calling him book smart, brave and a pussy in the same sentence, stupid and smart in the same sentence I AM CACKLING

glad you think it's wild because that means I achieved something... this is still by far my favorite one shot i have ever written for jay!

[weilongfu]

MorkPi PJO AU - Pi’s Aphrodite siblings finally give him the push to say yes to a date with Mork

Pi pouted at the messages on his newly modified cell phone. Thanks to a collaboration between Vulcan and Hephaestus campers, it was now safe for use without potential of alerting monsters to his location. Pi had immediately gotten the numbers of all his demigod siblings and messaging them had become a comfort during the school year, especially when asking for advice.

Tonight, Pi had sent his usual after-school greeting into the sibling group chat and after a beat, there were six replies from Pete, Yo, Theo, Tine, Tutor, and Pear all waiting for him.

"Are you going to say yes to Mork or not," they all read.

Pi: It's not that easy! And he asked in a really dumb way out of nowhere!

Pete: Sweetie, Mork has been pursuing you and only you for a year. If you don't want to date him, it's time to let him know so he can move on.

Tutor: Plz decide so I can approve leave or not.

Yo: Approve leave? It's the school year! Also, while I support your desire for romance, Mork probably doesn't know what else to try, Pi. You've rejected all other overtures.

Pear: It's complicated. But also yes, maybe stop leading him on.

Tine: Very. On both accounts.

Theo: You're not going to lose anything saying yes. Even if it doesn't work out between you, you'll always have us. Theo: Also Tutor, lighten the fuck up.

As the chat dissolved into squabbling over Tutor's rigid adherence to protocol, Pi looked back at the message Mork had sent.

Mork: I can apply for leave for a bit. Do you want to do something together? Like a date?

"I'm not leading him on," Pi muttered to himself. "I never told him to chase after me." Pi flipped back to the group chat and scrolled back to some of their previous conversations about Mork. "But I guess... I never told him no..."

At that moment there was a knock at Pi's window and he found a dove gently tapping it. As soon as he spotted it, the dove flew away. Pi scoffed and turned back to his phone to find he'd stopped at a message he'd forgotten.

Pi: How do any of us know it's actually love? Everyone keeps saying I should just know but...

Pete: It's sort of like the horse in Velveteen Rabbit. You experience many things for a person or with a person. Pete: Sometimes it's instant, and sometimes over time it changes and you change and before you can realize it, you are in love.

Tutor: Gross.

Yo: So what did that punishment you had for Fighter because of the hotpants entail?

Tutor has left the chat.

Pete has invited Tutor to the chat.

Tutor: I hate all of you. Tutor: Except Tine, Pear, and Pi.

Theo: What the fuck did I do?

Tutor: I'll reevaluate you after another month.

Had he changed? Had his feelings for Mork actually changed? Pi thought back on the irritation he'd had for Mork at the start and where things were now.

Drunken escapades aside, things really had changed. He and Mork actively sought each other out whenever the other was at the corresponding camp. And although Pi put on a good show of continually looking irritated, it was hard to hide his smile after spending time with Mork.

When had spending time together with the guy he said bothered him become something he looked forward to? When had Mork become the person he looked for when coming to Camp Jupiter instead of Pear or Tine?

And if such was the case, what was the harm of one date?

Pi scrolled down to his most recent group chat messages again to find that the roast of Tutor had ended and Pete had sent another message about Mork.

Pete: You don't owe Mork a date, Pi. But I get the feeling that you and Mork both want the date more than you let on. So what's the harm in giving it a try?

Yo: Be brave. Accept your feelings. Even if it's just uncertainty, accept that you're not sure and give yourself a chance to find out.

Pi bit his lip and opened Mork's message again.

Pi: What did you have in mind?

Mork: There's a movie coming out next week. Wanna go watch that?

Pi: You're paying for tickets!

Mork: Sure sure.

With a great heaving sigh, Pi collapsed back onto his bed and stared at the messages. Was he still scared and uncertain? Pi took a deep breath.

"I'm scared," he said aloud. Another breath. "But I feel really happy right now."

Even the flurry of messages in the sibling chat congratulating and teasing all at once were not enough to dampen Pi's mood. And that, Pi supposed, was proof enough of the strength of his feelings in a way.

[wizkiddx]

heyheyhey idk if u do req but love your dad tom stuff! PLZ PLZ do tom helping his kids with homework but cant do it and reader has to help and its all fluffy 😩💕

ye im down to do req and this had me going completely ott cos its v cute (and a lot less angsty than what ive written recently aha) so apologies for my ramblings:

Summary: tom has the kids for a day and maths homework throws a spanner in the works - tomhollandxreader

implied smut + v slight reference to porn but basically just fluff I promise xox

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Tom had dealt with a lot of whining today. Nova and Leo were the absolute joys of his life, there was no doubt about it. Of course, he also loved you a hell of a lot too - sometimes to his detriment though, hence the position he was in now. 

You’d had a busy week at work and he had been away for the first half of it - leaving you as an almost single mother to a 5 and a 7 year old. So completely fairly, you’d asked if he wouldn’t mind watching the kids for a the day on Sunday, allowing you to go to a friends baby shower. There was no answer but to agree, Tom loved quality time with the kids and he wanted you to kick back and relax with you friends too. 

However the afternoon had not been nearly as idealistic as it were supposed to be in his head. You had left him only one real job (apart from the unavoidable essentials of keeping the kids alive with food and water, something you’d hope he need not be reminded about now). Really it shouldn’t of been that hard, it was just each kid had two pieces of homework. After convincing and cajoling the kids into sitting at the table which he’d already set up with Nova’s ‘Liverpool FC’ and Leo’s ‘captain marvels’ pencil case, the English was easy. 

In fact 5 year old Leo took great joy out of writing a poem with his Dad, which basically involved trying to rhyme any word with another - especially when he tried to convince Tom that all his completely fictitious words were real and worked together. A personal favourite had been ‘snakes’ and ‘palakes’ which Leo was convinced meant pancakes - arguing so vehemently Tom almost started to doubt himself on basic English. 

Thankfully though his eldest and most sensibly child eventually took him out his misery. If anyone had any control over the Holland boys, Leo and Tom - it was the Holland girls. You and Nova had both boys completely under you spell, often taking advantage of the fact too. It was only when Nova got bored of hearing Tom and Leo mock arguing, interspersed with the little boys giggles that Tom tried his absolute hardest to keep a straight face at, that she swooped in.

“Stop being silly Leo, mummy told you he’s not good at school!” She looked oh so innocent, eyes immediately flicking down to continue the little short story she was happily going on with. In response  Tom scowled, knowing your highly curious and intelligent daughter had asked you (for one reason or another) why he was not so academic. Yet instead of Leo bursting out laughing, instead he just nodded and accepted it too - making Tom scowl even more. Not even Leo thought it was a joke. 

So apart from his children apparently taking pity on his simple mind, it was all going smoothly. Perhaps, due to the thankful fact your children had inherited their brains from their mother - something Tom was forever thankful for, until he was shamed for his substandard intellect in the family. Then again though, he was Spiderman. So take that. 

Until Nova brought out her maths sheet. Then the afternoon quickly descended into chaos. It was fractions, something she hadn’t quite grasped from school yet - a concept that still hurt her head somewhat. Normally though it’d be fine, she’d bring the sheet to you and the two of you used ‘ girl power’ to figure it out… you prior experience as a tutor while in uni helping you know how to break through to her. 

Unfortunately Tom didn’t share this same experience. Nor did Tom share a maths qualification… something that had evaded him completely during his schooling career. Of course, it had never been a particular issue, acting didn’t require the use of maths and algebra and Tom was in a very lucky position of being able to pay someone to manage his finances from a very young age. So no, dividing 2/3 and 3/7 didn’t come the most naturally to him. Or at all to be quite honest. 

“I CANT DO IT AND GRACE IN MY CLASS COULD!” For context, Grace was one of her school friends, who forever liked to compare herself to the young Holland - especially because she was normally ahead. Nova had gone from quiet frustration, staring at the questions with her tongue sticking out slightly, to one of pure rage - yelling at her dad with tears in her eyes. Nova was normally incredibly intuitive, she always found it difficult when she couldn’t do something. Now, with a ‘teacher’ who was more useless than her - the frustrations inevitably bubbled over. 

“Hey, we can work it out, just calm-“

“YOU CANT DO IT EITHER YOUR STUPID “ She was just young and frustrated, Tom tried not to take it personally but … it wasn’t always easy. Chiefly because this was the height of offensive statement Nova knew - this was her version of adult explicit language. 

“Nova you can’t be rude.” He used his stern voice, something Tom very rarely used with his little girl. Though he never wanted to upset her, neither did he want her to think it was ever okay to be so rude to anyone like that- no matter how crappy at maths they were. It hurt him to do so but it was necessary - life lessons about the importance of being kind needed to be learnt. And it worked… if what Tom was aiming for was his beautiful baby girl’s eyes to brim with sparkling tears, her bottom lip quivering slightly. 

Instantly Tom’s eyebrows drooped, trying to fight his natural reaction to scoop her onto his knee and reassure her everything was okay. But as you had lectured him many a time before, he had to put his foot down once in a while. So instead, the father and daughter were locked in a silence and intense eye contact, until Nova hesitantly began to speak. 

“I’m sorry Daddy.” During which, Nova shoved her chair back, making it screech against the tiled floors uglily before running off up the stairs. Tom knew she was crying a lot. Knew this was going to take a bit of fixing. 

With a sigh of his daughters name, Tom popped his head into the living to check on Leo who had already finished all his stuff. Seeing him completely zombified in front of ‘paw patrol’ on TV, Tom trudged up the stairs. He knew where she was, when Nova was upset she always hid in the corner of her wardrobe and cried in the darkness. So after steadying himself with a little internal monologue of how to approach the situation Tom walked in and sat down beside the wardrobe - knocking on the door slightly. 

“Nova… can we talk please?” All he heard was sniffing echoing from the wooden chamber until she tried to shout through the door.

“Go-go… go away daddy.” It broke his heart, the way her voice wavered, making Tom pout - gently letting his head fall against the wardrobe doors. 

“I don’t want you to be upset beautiful…. And you did apologise which I appreciate. You know why Daddy got angry right?” Her sniffles heightened before she muttered a quiet ‘yes’. “And you are sorry? Because that might’ve made me really sad too.”

“I’m s-s-sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

“Then that’s good and we don’t need to cry. You want a cuddle little one?” Before Tom could even properly get up the door was being pushed open by her little hands, revealing a tear stained face and big glassy eyes looking up at her Dad. Swiftly Tom scooped her up and out of the cupboard, whispering to her while she buried her face in his chest. 

“Oh come here my little bean.”

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When you came home late that evening, only mildly exhausted from spending the whole day gossiping with your girls, it was weirdly quiet. All the lights were out in the front room, which made you close the door gently, thinking Tom had managed to exhaust the kids - and himself in the process. With a relieved sigh at the peace you pattered into the kitchen to get yourself a drink (it had been a little concern that Tom would’ve worked the kids into a hyperactive and delerious state that kept them up long past bedtime - which ultimately you’d have to deal with). The house was remarkably silent and though it was clear from the littered toys everywhere that it had indeed been Tom alone in charge, everything seemed pretty okay. 

It was only as you were about to head upstairs to join your hubby in bed that you realised the study light was still on, streaming through the small crack in the doorframe. Assuming Tom had just neglected to turn it off, in otherwords Tom being Tom, you nudged it open with your hand. Surprisingly though, there was your husband, hunched over the desk, looking almost angrily focused - between the computer screen and a piece of paper below him. Normally you would’ve just assumed it was another script sent over or an edit Harry had sent of another screenplay they were writing together. 

But no, the blatant red flag was the screen that you could see. A screen on YouTube, of a man pointing at a whiteboard of fractions. 

So with a soft wrist you wrapped your knuckled on the side of the door, even if you had technically already entered the room. The reaction had you stifling a laugh, it was as if you’d caught him watching something *less PG* the way he jumped out his seat, closing the browser immediately. 

“Love!! I -er … didn’t know you’d got back?”

“I just did.” You smiled gently, while walking into stand behind his chair, wrapping your arms round his neck and pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Soooo…. what’ca doingggg” The glee in your voice was evident, making Tom groan and shut his eyes. 

“I hate you, you know that right?” 

“No you don’t… but you were watching a primary school video on fractions, if I’m not so mistaken?��� He sighed deeply, making a point of turning the paper with his scribbles over to obscure it. 

“Nova’s homework.. she couldn’t do it and neither could I, so then she basically screamed at me for being thick and udseless and then had a breakdown.” 

Now you felt guilty. This was a bit of a sore spot with Tom, he always for some reason felt inferior because of his academic ability. Which was stupid- mainly because he was the most clever and talented man you’d ever met. Just…. Just not at fraction. 

“Oh T… you could’ve just left it for me to do with her, I don’t mind.”

“That’s not the point Y/n.” He snapped a little, shrugging your arms off him and spinning in the chair so he could face you. “She’s my daughter and I should be able to help her! It’s not like it’s that hard, it’s just I’m unbelievable thick.”

“Tom stop. Look - you can do this I assure you, it’s just been a long old time ‘kay? Your rusty and that’s only natural.”

“I really don’t think I could ev-“

“Can I teach you? It’s just the method and then I promise you’ll get it.”

It took a bit of persuasion but eventually Tom agreed, letting you pull the corner chair forward to beside his desk so you could demonstrate it to him. To be fair, he really could do it- just a bit of familiarising on the ‘stick-change-flip’ method. The way the lightbulb moment literally caused his face to light up; scurrying to do the question for himself, tongue sticking out in the process; then presenting it to you proudly - well it had you melting in your seat. 

“See! That took all of 5 minutes and you got it.” You elbowed  his side by leaning forward in the chair, which instead of letting go, Tom reached and caught, before pulling you up and round. You landed with you bum perched on the edge of the mahogany desk, Tom now stood up- his legs in-between your parted thighs - your feet hooking round the back of knees. 

“It’s all down to my incredibly talented teacher.”

“No…. No I really don’t think it is” You mused with a soft voice, fingers instinctively going to the nape of his neck - twirling the little curls round your fingertips. 

“Well even so… I think I could teach you a thing or two too.” Never one to mull on anything, Tom’s tone had immediately switched to something a lot more… mischievous. 

“Not even going to ask about my day? Wheres the chat mr smooth?” He had to repress the grin at your smirk because as much as you infuriated the hell out of him - you also had this weird ability of making him feel so entranced and helpless. He relented with a sarcastic chime.

“Fine, how was your day love.”

“Good…. but I have a feeling you’re about to make it a whole lot better.”

That was all the signals he needed to lean forward, in doing so forcing you back until your back landed completely on the cool wood. His lips feathered yours, both hands pinned either side of your head.

“Oh darling… you have no idea.”

[blossom-hwa]

hello !! congrats on 4 years !! i love your writing sm! could i request a tbz haknyeon strangers-to-lovers royalty au plz ?

of course you can! thank you for this request and your support <3

4 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/The Boyz/Golden Child/Ateez member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

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Title: Proposal

Pairing: Haknyeon x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Triggers: mentions of a war

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"Your Majesty."

The voice of the guard settles the conversation in the throne room, letting silence fall once more. Haknyeon nods. "Yes?"

"The sovereign of Landis requests an audience."

Whispers fill the room. Haknyeon himself frowns. Landis is a small country down south, barely known for anything other than its waterway system used by traders. There has been contact before, but very limited - his tutors barely saw fit to even mention that to him when he was younger. What might they want with him?

"Landis?"

The guard looks about as confused as he is. "They said it's a matter of utmost urgency."

Haknyeon looks at Changmin. Changmin looks at him. They hold each other's gaze for a moment before Changmin nods once.

He turns back to the guard. "How many in the party?"

"Just two, Your Majesty. The sovereign and one advisor."

Is it so urgent that they could only dispatch a single person other than their ruler? "Have they been searched for weapons?"

"Thoroughly, sir."

He thinks for a moment. "Let the sovereign in," he finally decides, "but not the advisor. I want to know what they want from their ruler's own tongue."

The guard bows, then slips out the door. Just a few seconds later, the doors open again, revealing the ruler of Landis.

You don't look very impressive, not at first. Your clothes, though fine, don't really speak of high royalty, and exhaustion seems to weigh your every step as you traverse the room. But when you come to the center, you look up and meet Haknyeon's gaze...

He's never seen a fire burn so bright in a pair of eyes.

"Your Majesty." You settle on your knees, head bowed forward.

"You may rise," Haknyeon says, then waits for you to stand. "What brings you here, sovereign of Landis?"

Your eyes flicker from wall to wall. "Would it be possible to clear the room before I speak?"

Changmin's shoulders tense. Haknyeon himself almost puts a hand on the sword at his side. "For what reason?"

"I have a proposal to make." You meet his eyes calmly. "I'd simply rather not everyone speak about it if it does not go through. If this is not possible, however, I understand."

Haknyeon narrows his eyes. "My advisors and guards will stay," he says. "The rest of the court is dismissed."

Whispers fill the room, looks thrown his way as the crowds of nobility exit through the doors. Haknyeon acknowledges none of them, but even so, he has to stifle a sigh of relief when the doors finally close. "You said you had a proposal?"

You nod. "Will you allow me to speak?"

"Yes."

You don't waste a minute. "I don't know if you have heard, Your Majesty, but there is a war coming in your direction and mine."

He has heard. The dictator of a larger country, known for its wealth and power, has been rampaging for conquest. However, his country, though wealthy, never seemed to be a target, and none of his allies have fallen thus far...

"I received a letter from the man who leads them." You spit the word man out of your mouth like it burns on your tongue. "He asked for my surrender, for he knows a country as small as mine could never hope to fight off his army."

"Will you surrender, then?"

A sardonic smile plays slightly on your lips. "I don't plan to," you reply. "But I will need resources."

Of course. This is the reason you came. "You ask for my resources, then?" Haknyeon asks. "Why choose my country? Why not one that is larger, more bountiful in wealth?"

"You are closer. We share a common enemy." You swallow slightly. "If he decimates my country, he will no doubt set his eyes on yours. And..."

Haknyeon almost leans forward, so as not to miss a single word you say.

"I hear you are looking for someone's hand in marriage." You meet his eyes. "I am here to offer mine."

Even his advisors don't manage to suppress their surprise at that. Haknyeon can't blame them - how could you, the ruler of a small country known for almost nothing, expect him to accept your hand when you have very little to offer other than your waterways?

You stand among the whispers, unbothered, unflinching. Your stance speaks of confidence, but your eyes speak of intelligence - there's no way you could truly expect him to even consider this proposal, not when you're as smart as Haknyeon believes you are -

Ah.

That's it.

You don't expect him to accept at all.

His voices silences the whispers. "You don't expect me to accept."

You raise your chin, meeting his eyes defiantly. "No, I don't," you admit baldly. "My advisors told me it was useless to try. Why do you think I came alone?"

"Why, indeed." Haknyeon tilts his head. "So let me ask. What was the reason you did come, if you truly have no expectations for your offer?"

Silence falls. Your eyes narrow. For not the first time today, Haknyeon feels almost like the lesser under your gaze, piercing, sharp, determination brewing behind your pupils. But he holds it, because for some reason, even though you are of a smaller nation, a smaller people...

You command attention. You command respect.

And a part of Haknyeon wants you to respect him, too.

"How far would you go for your people, Your Majesty?" you finally ask. "To save them from a war that would decimate you all, crush you under the iron fist of a dictator known for his cruelty?"

The question is rhetorical. Still, though, you pause a moment, those piercing eyes boring deep into his soul.

When you continue, your voice seems to have dropped an octave. "I would do anything, Your Majesty." Your eyes burn with steel. "Even if it meant offering myself to someone whom I have never met."

The silence in the room feels thick enough that Haknyeon almost thinks even his sword couldn't cut through all of it. Out of the corner of his vision, he can see all of his few trusted advisors staring at him, all trying to communicate something different through their eyes.

But Haknyeon thinks he already has an answer.

"How many troops do you expect to need?" he asks.

You don't hesitate. "As many as you can spare."

"What will you be willing to give in return for my aid?"

"We can negotiate use of our extensive waterways," you reply.

"And lastly..." Haknyeon narrows his gaze. "Why do you offer marriage? Is an alliance not sufficient?"

You set your jaw. "Marriage is binding," you say. "More binding than any alliance could be."

Binding. Binding for both you and him. Whatever you offer him in return for his help will be set in stone, essentially, just the same as whatever he offers you.

You're smart. Very smart. Despite having known you for all of less than an hour, Haknyeon feels his respect growing for you by the minute. "Very well," he says. "I have considered your proposal. And..."

The tension heightens. Every one of his advisors leans forward in anticipation. Even you look slightly nervous, the look in your eyes no longer as steady as it was before.

"I will enter an engagement with you," he says, ignoring all of the looks being thrown his way across the room. "It will be in effect as long as you are alive and your kingdom still stands. In return for my troops, you will offer unhindered access to your waterways, for both commercial and military use."

Your jaw tightens. Clearly some of this is not what you wanted, but Haknyeon needs the respect of his advisors. He can't enter this deal without gaining something from it. "If you make it through this with your kingdom intact..."

Anyone could hear a pin drop in the room.

"Then we will marry."

Several people audibly gasp or whisper. Haknyeon lets Changmin issue them a glare. "If you agree, I will have a contract drawn, to be signed within two days. It will be immediately binding." He raises an eyebrow. "Is this to your satisfaction?"

For several long moments, you scrutinize him through those eyes burning with intelligence and determination. They rake over his face, searching, probing, scouring for any hint of dishonesty, any double meaning behind his words.

But Haknyeon has never had anything to hide.

At long last, your sharp gaze softens, still cautious, still guarded, but slightly less so than before. The tiniest hint of relief emanates from your face, from the slightly loosened set of your jaw and the barest hint of a smile on your lips.

Haknyeon wonders what that smile would look like if it were true, genuine, unhampered by the weight of the war on your shoulders.

You nod once, sharply.

"We have a deal, Your Majesty."

[epicseptic]

Erseptyl AU

Prologue Part 3

Okay, pretty sure this is like 6,300+ words so I apologize for its length... Still, this is the 3rd and last part to the prologue so the real story should start soon. This was really difficult to complete and I’m very much not confident with it but I guess I am still just starting out. Plz don’t judge me too harshly ;w;

Link to part 2: 

https://epicseptic.tumblr.com/post/663233184515948544/erseptyl-au

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Marvin had returned to his room that evening after dinner to eagerly get started on his bedtime routine. He was exhausted after today and he was looking forward to a full night's sleep, but he still had so much to do. He still had to wash up and let his hair dry, then he had to brush it and do his skin care routine. And even after all of that, he still had to brush his teeth too… Okay, maybe it wasn't that much, but it sure felt like a lot of work. 

Before doing all of that though, he usually liked to have some time to himself to wind down and relax before bed. He had a special set of hobbies he liked to do at times like these when he was alone; he would often practice his makeup, rehearse solo dances to himself, and he would even go as far as to sneak out for a late night walk in the courtyard. He often got in trouble for that last one though for worrying the servants - namely JJ and Chase - with his absence…

His favorite activity, however, was reading the thousands of books that were scattered across the castle. He'd always had an interest in books and must've read every single one on his bookshelf. Even when he was younger, his mother would always read to him or bring him new books whenever she went into town. It was his favorite way to learn and his window to the outside world. So much so that he had quite the head start when he finally began his studies with his tutors. 

Tonight, he spent up to what must've been an hour reading one of the books he'd borrowed - not stolen of course - from the royal library. It was a biography on an ancient sorcerer, well known for his deeds in magic, as well as his research in potions and medicines. 

That was another odd thing that some of the royal servants had noticed about him. Marvin had a certain secret fascination with witchcraft and sorcery. They never really knew why he had such an interest in magic but they never questioned it. He never did anything with the knowledge but he did learn a lot about famous individuals amongst the magic folk, along with many incantations and charms. Nobody paid mind to it as long as he focused on his studies though. The ones that they thought mattered anyway. Besides, unless you were born of magic, there really was no use for the knowledge. From what they understood, it was rather useless to him.

He'd finished reading awhile ago at this point and expected that JJ would soon come to his room to prepare him for his bath. However, it felt like it was taking Jamie a lot longer than usual to come fetch him. 

The book he was reading now laid closed and abandoned on his pillow while he laid on his back, staring at the ceiling and tracing little pictures in the air with his finger. What on earth was taking JJ so long…? 

His short attention span could only keep him entertained for a short moment before he quickly became bored again. He would read more but his eyes were already hurting from fatigue. Instead, he began looking around for something new to pass the time. 

He knew better than to wander the halls at this hour since JJ would probably come in to find him gone and have to hunt him down well into the night. It was easier on everyone for him to just stay put. That's what he was always taught. It seemed like everyone knew he always found new ways of getting into trouble. He just didn't feel like getting scolded right now.

His eyes scanned the room for anything to occupy his mind but there was nothing to do. He'd been there, done that... It was all boring now. He supposed he could water the plant sitting on his shelf but he'd already watered it yesterday and it wouldn't need more until next week. So then he thought maybe he could reorganize the books on his bookshelf. But then he remembered that he already alphabetized them and would hate to undo his work. With no other options, and with a heavy sigh, he eventually settled on stepping onto the balcony to see what the town was up to, just as he had done that morning. Surely something interesting was happening out there.

He carefully unhooked the latch on the doors and swung them open to reveal the stone floor of the balcony beneath him. The first thing he felt when he opened up the doors was the sudden contrast between the warm atmosphere in his room and the chilled night breeze. It was like a blast of wind that formed an invisible wall separating the cold outside world from his warm and cozy one. The wind blew strongly against his face and his hair before he took a step forward, allowing it to die down into a gentle breeze. He left the doors wide open as he leaned his hands along the stone railing outside, looking up to the millions of stars that decorated the sky. 

He always did love the stars and often collected works on constellations so he could learn more about them. He even collected little trinkets in the shape of stars and the moon. They were his favorite patterns to see on clothes and painted on walls... He just loved everything about them. Especially the way they lit up the sky every night... They looked like glitter up there and they all seemed to tell a different story. It fascinated him how everyone interpreted the stars differently. Some people studied them or used them to navigate, and some just thought they were pretty cool to look at.

Funny thing actually... For a moment, he recalled how his father used to tell him that the brightest stars in the sky were the spirits of great kings long passed, resting in their place amongst the gods. On the contrary to that belief, he'd heard so many scholars talk about their own theories on the sky, convincing themselves that the stars were huge burning balls of fire, or that they were tiny holes that punctured the dark dome that surrounded the skies at night. Whatever they came up with, Marvin never wanted to let go of that silly childhood belief. Especially because he believed that two of those stars had to be his parents. If only he knew which ones they were...

He searched each of the brightest stars he could find. There were infinite numbers of them and they all seemed to do the same thing. Twinkle and flicker. There was nothing there to distinguish one star from the last. If there was some sign of his parents up there, he couldn't see it. And so, he eventually grew tired of searching and his neck began to ache from looking upward. Gently, he lowered his head and rubbed the pain away with his hand, causing him to get distracted once again by movement he saw down in the roads.

He narrowed his eyes to get a better look at the activity and he soon found himself watching the guards patrol the streets out in town. Some of them were holding torches, lighting the beacons around the many buildings to light the roads for the people still wandering about. It was nice to see the streets lit up like this. It made it seem like the town was glowing warmly against the harsh darkness around it. 

Many of the people in town had already closed up their shops or put away their supplies until tomorrow and only a few still roamed the streets, sweeping up or heading to the bar for a nightly drink. Looking around, he noticed that some houses still had lights on through their windows, meaning that there were people still awake inside. They were all probably having dinner with their families or actively getting ready for bed. On the other hand, there were houses that had darkened windows so he supposed they must've gone to sleep a while ago. He almost felt bad for watching the world below him so intently. He wasn't trying to snoop or anything, he just loved watching the people live their lives peacefully. They were the people he took care of and making sure they had everything they needed brought him a sense of solace. They were all like family to him, even if he could only view them from afar...

He watched the town until almost every person had vanished. The roads at night certainly were very different from the day. It was so quiet, as if even the buildings themselves had gone to sleep for the night. The peace brought a smile to his face, yet something seemed a bit off about tonight.

He was used to the streets being completely empty at this hour but, especially tonight, it was almost too eerily quiet. Oddly enough, while there weren't always a lot of guards patrolling the roads, tonight it seemed like the guards had all gone missing. There were always at least two guards by the main gate but they weren't there tonight, and the guards roaming around with torches... Their lights seemed to have fizzled out, as though they'd vanished completely. Strange… He didn't even see them walk away. Maybe there was something that really needed their attention tonight... Whatever it was, he didn't let it concern him too much. It wasn't out of the ordinary for the knights to change up their routines from time to time.

However, something was still concerning him. What was taking JJ so long? It was getting late and he still hadn't come to fetch him for his bath. He sighed as he waited, tapping his fingertips against the stone while he tiredly leaned his elbow on the parapet and held his chin in his hand. JJ was never this late. He wondered what could've been holding him up...

Just then, as if right on cue, he heard the faint sound of his bedroom door cracking open behind him and he sighed with relief, knowing that he could finally start his bedtime routine and finish this day off. Good thing too because he was sure he would fall asleep at any moment from how tired he was.

"Oh, Jamie, there you are! I was wondering when you would-" His words were cut off the moment he'd turned to observe the man behind him, but it wasn't JJ who had entered like he expected. "A-Anti...!?" He questioned with concern. It was a surprise to see his advisor there, especially since he had no business coming into his room like this. Actually, it was rather disrespectful...

"Good evening, your Highness," He greeted politely as he approached the glass doorway, bowing ever so slightly with respect.

Marvin took a step backwards, accidentally bumping into the stone behind him. He pressed his back against the rail, holding onto it with his hands to make sure he didn't accidentally fall over. The shock he felt in his chest was enough to render him speechless. He stood there in silence, juggling all kinds of words in his mind, not knowing which ones to say first. He had to at least muster up some kind of authority. "...You are not permitted to be here-" That was probably the most obvious thing he could say and he cursed himself for not addressing a far more important matter. He stuttered some more before asking the one question that mattered to him most. "W-Where is JJ?"

Anti had a slight smirk form on his face as soon as he heard the question, as if it were somehow amusing to him. "Jameson is a little caught up with something at the moment, so he asked me to be the one to help you get ready for bed tonight." He placed a hand over his chest while he spoke, making himself appear so confident and very atypically polite... It was almost creepy and, oddly enough, he didn't seem to find the prince's discomfort of the strange situation to be much of a concern.

This was extremely puzzling. What on earth could Jamie be so busy with? Sure he had a lot to do, but he always knew how to manage his time perfectly. For years he had been perfectly punctual and never skipped on any of his assignments. Especially when it came to aiding Marvin. As his valet, Marvin was his top priority. Aside from that, there was one major concern in the explanation that Anti just gave him and Marvin made sure to address it without hesitation.

"Jamie asked YOU?" He knew that Jamie was very uncomfortable around Anti and, in fact, despised him quite a bit, so how was it possible that he would ask him for a favor?

And yet, Anti seemed to come up with a perfect response for that question too. "I know it seems uncharacteristic of him to ask me, but I'm afraid everyone has their hands full around the castle tonight. I was the only one left for him to ask."

Darn it... Marvin couldn't tell if he was lying or not. Wait, why was he even questioning a member of his staff? He had faith in Anti and had no reason to doubt him. And yet, he strangely felt threatened by his presence… He had so many questions but found he couldn't ask a single one before Anti chimed in again and interrupted his thoughts.

"Come now, your Highness. May I help you prepare for your bath?" He bowed once again and gestured toward the door with his hand, but Marvin quickly declined with a shake of his head.

"Umm, no! That's alright... I-I think I'll skip my bath tonight... I'll have one tomorrow morning..." Something was telling him not to go and so he decided a bath could wait if it meant JJ would be the one to help him out tomorrow. He couldn't understand why but Anti was making him feel extremely uncomfortable. He just didn't want to be alone with him. This was all especially strange because Anti was supposed to be off duty. There was something very odd about him claiming that everyone else was too busy to carry out their usual routine. What on earth could be going on that needed everyone's attention?

Anti's smirk instantly disappeared upon hearing his request but he nodded in compliance. "Yes, of course. Your pajamas have already been placed in the bath house. I will go and fetch them for you then..." With that, he bowed and calmly left through the door without another word.

The instant he left, Marvin felt a wave of relief wash over him. Just a moment ago, he felt like he was in danger. As if he was some kind of defenseless prey being cornered by an approaching predator. Now the predator had given up the hunt and left… There was no reason for him to feel that way though. Why did he feel so tense? Still dumbfounded, he hoisted himself up off the rail and corrected his balance on his feet. He was breathing heavily as if he'd just run up a flight of stairs, and he didn't notice until just now that his heart had been racing during that entire exchange.

'Alright, calm down....' he thought to himself. 'It's a little strange but he's just helping out. Nothing weird.... It's kind of him to make the extra effort.' He took deep breaths, trying to convince himself that Anti was just trying to be an overachiever today. That only made sense, right? Maybe he was trying to make up for his outburst earlier that day. Besides, there had been weirder things that had happened around this castle, he was sure.

He shuddered when the night air only grew colder and blew through his hair with it's gentle breeze. He’d almost forgotten that he had been standing out in the cold this whole time. It was probably time to head back inside then... He took one more glance back at the town behind him, noticing that a few beacons had unfortunately gone out, making the streets look a little darker. Surely the soldiers would be back to fix it. With that, he stepped back into his room and closed the glass doors behind him, making sure to close the latch as well.

It felt like he had his back turned for only a few short moments before he heard his bedroom door knob rattling once again. Anti had returned with a pink colored garment folded neatly in his arms. He carefully set it down on the bed before taking a few steps back to confirm that the prince didn't want his help with anything. "I assume you'll want some privacy, correct?" His brow raised in suspicion, the creepy smirk that had previously been on his face now seemed to have permanently vanished. He simply stood there, feet together and arms tucked at his sides while he waited for further instruction.

Marvin supposed that he had been worried for nothing. Anti had been very helpful after all. At last, he let his shoulders relax while he strolled over to his bed, stopping to turn to Anti and dismiss him for the night. "Yes, I can handle myself from here, thank you. You may go now." Turning his back to him, Marvin carefully unfolded the clothes that were sitting on the edge of the mattress and began to undo the knot on his corset.

All Anti had said in response was "Have a good rest, your Highness," before leaving the room for good, the door clicking shut behind him.

Finally, he had nothing left to worry about for the rest of the night. It was just him now in his room, all by himself. He never did get to ask why exactly the servants were so busy elsewhere but he supposed it was out of his hands now. Maybe it was none of his business in the first place.

After struggling with it for a while, he finally undid the knot on his garment and set it aside by his pajamas. He was used to wearing corsets by now but it did become quite uncomfortable sometimes and, especially after wearing it all day, it always felt so refreshing to take it off. 

He began fidgeting with the buttons of his shirt next, completely focused on the task and very much unaware of an ominous presence still lurking within the walls of his room. Unlike earlier, he'd completely dropped his guard and trusted that there was nothing left to be concerned about. He even stopped questioning what had happened to all the servants. Not for a moment did he try to piece anything together in his mind and he would be severely punished for it... 

It all happened so suddenly. The darkness hiding in the room waited for it's moment to strike and, when it found it's opportunity, it didn't hold back. As if from nowhere, Marv suddenly felt a sack being forced over his head, leaving him instantly panicked and disoriented. 

He let out a yelp of surprise and desperately tugged at the cloth around his neck to try and pry it off of him. Unfortunately, his attacker was far stronger and he couldn't budge it no matter how ruthlessly he struggled. His only option was to scream for the guards... He opened his mouth to call for help but before he could utter a word, he felt a surge of pain shooting through his body. It felt like electricity was paralyzing his limbs, making it impossible to move them in any other position. Not a sound could make it from his throat no matter how hard he tried to force it.

Quickly, his vision began to cave in on him and there was nothing he could do but succumb to the pain engulfing his mind. He couldn't even fight back. Underneath all of the madness, however, there was a faint voice that he couldn't quite make out. Maybe it was Chase coming to save him… He tried so hard to cling to the sound, as it was the only hope he had but, eventually, it too was swallowed by the darkness and he quickly slipped into heavy unconsciousness.

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When he awoke, his head felt like it was swimming. He was dizzy and incomprehensive. Whatever was happening around him, he couldn't understand. He tried to pick up his head but he felt nothing. He tried flexing his fingers, but again, nothing. In fact, his limbs felt numb... It was like he was floating and he couldn't even be bothered to move. There was no strength left in him. He couldn't make sense of anything but then again, he didn't want to. He was tired and woozy. All he knew was that he couldn't see anything. He couldn't even be bothered to understand why.

Oh wait, that's right... Now he remembered. Something had been put over his head... A bag? Something like that. At least he remembered that much.

He may have been a little slow at waking up but he soon began to pick up on voices murmuring around him. He just couldn't make out a single word they were saying. They were all muddled together in a tangle of incoherent mumbles and shouts. He couldn't separate one voice from the other so it didn't seem like he was going to glean any clues from them.

It took a few minutes of pure grogginess to go by before he began to regain some sense of feeling in his limbs. That's when he realized there was ground beneath his feet. He was upright and yet, he wasn't standing on his own. There was something - or someone - on either side of him holding his arms up. Were they people? Were they helping him up? Maybe he was being rescued. But, from what...? Was he even in any danger?

His dizziness was beginning to wear off now and suddenly the voices around him started to get much clearer. He could hear men on either side of him, hushing and arguing with each other about something so stupid, like taking a wrong step or not standing straight enough. Something like that. Besides them, however, there was another voice too. This one was much louder and it was talking above the others. It sounded like someone was giving orders. Was this their leader? They sure didn't sound like any of the knights. 

The voices were so muddled, they sounded like they were coming from underwater. They were a garbled mess of words and sounds but he couldn't just tune them out. It was quite frustrating actually... For what felt like an eternity, he couldn't make sense of them at all, no matter how hard he tried. That is, until he finally picked up on something crucial from one of the men. 

"...don't lose the keys, you moron! The King will be furious!-"

The King!? 

It was enough to snap Marvin out of whatever trance he was trapped in. He never felt more confused than in this moment right now. So many questions were racing through his head. 

What King were they talking about? The King was dead! Then again, he didn't know where he was... Maybe he was in a different kingdom? But if that was true, someone must've abducted him. But who, and how would they have carried him so far in so little time? How long was he out...?

He kept questioning nobody but the empty void in his head while he felt himself being carried up what felt like a flight of stairs. He didn't know just how long they'd been traveling. The only thing clear to him was that he was being carried somewhere against his will but what was the use in fighting at this point? He assumed he was close to his "destination" already. It was probably best if he just stayed quiet and listened for whatever clues he could pick up on along the way. He wasn't exactly in a position to fight.

"I don't understand why His Majesty is wasting so much energy on this prince. It's not like we'll be missing him when he's gone." 

What!? Forget staying quiet about this! This was getting worse and worse by the minute!

They were laughing... Laughing and joking at his expense and he was overhearing all of it. This was outrageous! Was this someone's idea of a practical joke?! He didn't know why he didn't try acting up earlier, but he finally had enough of questioning everything and not getting any answers. He began to yell at them for their clownery, trying to spit any insults he could think of at them but instead of words, all that came out was muffled gibberish. He realized that something had been tied around his mouth to keep him quiet and yet, he still refused to let up. It only made him scream louder as he kicked and struggled defiantly against their grip on his arms.

"He's awake. And just in time, too..." Finally he was able to make out the leader's voice. He began giving orders out to the lackeys carrying out this operation. "I think he deserves to know just what's going on..." Their laugh that followed was so sinister, Marvin was certain that they must've been sick in the head. Strangely though...they sounded so familiar...

With that, the walking finally stopped and immediately the sack had been yanked away from his head. The moment he was finally allowed to breathe, the light of the room was too much for his sensitive eyes and he responded by shutting them tightly. And even when it stung, he tried to force them open but he didn’t get the chance to let them adjust before the gag around his face was cut and pulled away, and he was forcefully shoved forward to the ground. Landing on his hands and knees, he was just barely able to catch himself from hitting his head on the hard, concrete floor.

He was breathing heavily and didn't realize just how fast his heart was beating until now, whether it was the adrenaline from fighting, or the fear of what he would see when his vision eventually returned. One thing was for certain though. The thugs around him didn't seem to have a care in the world for his suffering... He heard the leader barking more orders again. "Leave us," it said harshly, and the sound of a metal door closing rang throughout the room.

Still temporarily blinded, he slowly let his fingers investigate the ground beneath him. Much to his surprise, he felt a soft, furry carpet under his touch. It may have cushioned his fall a bit, but he could tell that underneath it were hard stone bricks.

Gradually his vision improved and he was finally able to see without his eyes stinging so badly. Only then did he look up to see the one who was pulling the strings behind this scheme.

"You!?" The person he saw there was, ironically, the last person he expected to see. There stood Anti towering above him, glaring down at him like he was an inferior little ant. "W-Where am I? What is the meaning of this!?" He demanded.

"Poor little Marvin. You must be SO confused..." 

There was no doubt about it; of course he was confused. He'd just been abducted by his advisor. What on earth was he supposed to think!?

The way Anti spoke to him... His voice was filled with an obviously feigned pity. Almost like he was mocking him with his fake empathy. However, just as quickly as it came, he tore away the facade and grinned mischievously instead. "Let's make this clear and simple, yes? I brought you here because your people will no longer have need of you..." Leading him on with a vague explanation, he turned his back to him and strolled slowly over to a large, arched window. His hands stayed folded behind him while he stared out to the land beyond this hellhole and Marvin could hear him chuckling under his breath.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You really need an explanation for everything, don't you?" He was dragging this out on purpose. He was toying with him...

"Don't play coy with me! It's not a joke! Explain yourself this instant!" There were so many emotions erupting from inside of him. He was frightened, angry, and so, so confused. And now, he was losing his patience. All he wanted was answers.

"My my, calm down your highness. It's not very proper for a prince to yell~" That stupid, patronizing tone in his voice... It was irritating and Marvin growled under his breath. "Allow me to make this easier for you to understand. Your people need a proper King to lead them. Someone with authority. Power. Ambition… Someone like me." He paused to turn to him with a glare in eyes and a grimace in his expression, like he was disgusted at the mere sight of him. "Not some child."

This struck a nerve within Marvin and he snapped back at him with pure disdain. "I am NO child...." He took great offense to that condescending comparison.

"Oh, that's right! You're all grown up, aren't you?~" Anti mocked him, speaking in a juvenile, high pitched voice - much like one would use when speaking to a small infant. He let out an exasperated chuckle before changing his demeanor in favor of an angrier one. "Is that why you never noticed any red flags? You are SO DENSE! You are so lost in your little royal world that you have never punished me no matter how many times I fucked up!" 

Whatever hatred he had for Marvin had built up over so many years and this was finally his moment to unleash it all. And he did not hold back. 

"Your staff caters to you, admit it! They baby you and hold your hand every day of your life because you STILL can't do on your own what you were literally BORN to do. You walk around like a lost puppy! You run away from your responsibilities, and make up excuses for everything!"

"Shut up…"

"It makes me wonder what your parents would think of you now. I'm sure they're looking down from the heavens, watching while you screw up everything that they ever worked for. It's like you have no regard for their legacy! All you do is cry and make everyone feel bad for you. That's how you manipulate them, isn't it? You just love to play the victim! Especially after what happened to poor mommy and daddy~" He exaggerated a frown, ridiculing him again while he wiped away imaginary tears with his fists.

"SHUT UP! Don't you dare talk about them that way! You don't get to talk about them-!"

"Even your own staff see something wrong with allowing a dark elf, of all creatures, to work so close to the prince! But you? You ignored them! You are so LOST in this 'boo-hoo' little fantasy of yours, you can't even take your own servants' concerns seriously!" Anti was really laying into him, hardly even taking a breath between each accusation. It was just blow after blow...

"I-I..." Marvin struggled to say anything. How was he supposed to respond to that? Was it all true...? He swallowed nervously before speaking up. "I never fired you because you worked under my father! He trusted you! I trusted you! I gave you every possible chance to redeem yourself!-"

"And you were a fool to do so." He interrupted, abruptly cutting off whatever defense the prince was clinging on to. But Anti wasn't done with him just yet and with a snicker, he continued chipping away at whatever he had left of his dignity. "Heh, aren't YOU the one who so badly wanted to protect your people? Tch... And you couldn't even do THAT right. Face it, your Highness, you are worth nothing to this kingdom and it's time you took responsibility for your actions."

Marvin stayed silent. He felt so empty, like his entire world had crumbled in the palm of his hands. Any form of confidence he worked so hard for had been sucked dry. Was he really that bad of a ruler? All this time, he thought he was getting better. He thought he was doing good for his people but now, it seemed like Anti just unraveled his entire world and it was filled with nothing but flaws. Was he really the bad guy in all this...?

"Now then, I'll tell you just what you're doing here. I've brought you to this old, decaying ruin. A tower, far from the comfort of your palace. It's a place where I deem no one would ever dare step foot… Here you will stay for the rest of your sorry existence."

His eyes shot open upon hearing that. "W-What? No! Are you insane!? You can't just leave me here!" His fear was starting to grow the more he realized just how serious Anti was.

Anti knelt down to his level, reaching out to firmly hold his chin, forcing him to look at him. "You're lucky that's ALL I'm doing. I'm showing you mercy. If I wasn't so kind, I would have you killed." With that, he let go and stood up straight. Then, he walked past Marvin towards the metal door in the back of the room to take his leave.

Tears quickly began flooding his eyes while he knelt there on the floor, defeatedly. He didn't want to stay in this place forever. Wait, why did he think he didn't have a choice? He was the prince for goodness sakes!

He forced himself up, finding his balance while he turned to the exit to face Anti. "I am not going to stay here. You cannot make me." He declared sternly, finally finding the courage to stick up for himself.

Oh, this was so amusing to Anti. He turned to him, stared for a moment in disbelief, then bursted out in a maniacal fit of laughter. "Is that really what you think? That you can just waltz on out of here-?"

The sudden outburst from Anti made him flinch and the two tears that were threatening to fall earlier made their way down his cheeks while he fought back, desperately. "I am leaving this wretched tower and you are taking me with you!"

Anti only continued to laugh at this. "Oh this is precious..." His cackles and chortles finally faded out and he mimicked wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "Nice try, your Highness, but you're not going to wriggle your way out of this one. Now I'm sorry to leave so soon but I have a kingdom to get back to~" He waved farewell to him as he pushed open the metal door to take his leave.

Marvin stood there helplessly, not knowing what to do. He was still in complete disbelief but he couldn't let this happen! No one was going to bail him out of this. Not JJ, not the guards... This was his fight. With that, he suddenly charged at Anti, grabbing hold of his arm in an attempt to pull him away from the door so he could make a run for it and get away from this madness.

His plan didn't get very far, however, before Anti, seemingly without effort, shoved him back. Marvin stumbled backwards on his feet but before he could regain his balance and try again, Anti lifted his knee and kicked him straight in the gut with the heel of his boot. Marvin stumbled back again before doubling over in pain. Wrapping his arms tightly around his torso, he fell to his knees once again while he coughed and gasped for air.

"Tch, pathetic." He looked down at him, watching him curl in on himself and weep pathetically on the floor. He almost felt bad for him. Almost, but not enough. "I have nothing left to say to you. It's no wonder you're so incompetent..." He seemed genuinely disappointed...

He looked up at him, shaking his head and pleading to him with the tears that now streamed down his face. He was praying that Anti would pity him enough to let him go or tell him that this was all some big joke. But that was unrealistic, wasn't it…?

"I am honored that you don't want me to leave, but I must bid you farewell now~" Again, he pushed open the door. "Goodbye, your Highness. May we never cross paths again." And with that, he turned his back and walked out.

However, before the door could close completely, Marvin had to make one final attempt to follow him. He quickly got to his feet, tripping over himself as he lunged forward to catch the door but he didn't make it time and the sound of heavy metal clashing rang throughout the little room, leaving Marvin to wail on the floor alone.

"No...! Anti, please! Don't leave me here! PLEASE!" He screamed and begged at the door, falling to his knees and banging desperately on the metal in the hopes that Anti would turn around and come back for him. 

He wanted to wake up from this awful nightmare. He wanted it to all be a dream. Just another one of his little night terrors that he would have from time to time... He wanted to wake up in his bedroom and find Jamie comforting him at his side. He would give anything to see Chase come running in and fretting over him after a nightmare… But deep down, a voice was screaming at him to give up hoping, that there was no way out of this... Soon, it became all too real for him and all he could do was futilely weep until his voice was so hoarse and broken, he could no longer scream for help that would never come.

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[outercrasis]

Congratulatiooonnnsss! Could you plz bless us with a din/tutor piece, with the prompt heather (protection)? Thank yuhhh

Thank you nonnie!! I won't lie, it took me a second to find the right voice/angle on this but I'm happy with the end result, I hope you are too💕

*****

Din has always been protective. It’s the reason he’s made the choices he did - moving three states, the helmet, never making any real friends beyond the stubborn ones that seemed to worm their way in.

He worries sometimes that it might be too much, like the time Paz laughed at him for putting both a life vest and arm floaties on Grogu before letting him into the shallow end of the pool.

His need to protect and preserve what’s his is a driving force behind everything he does and every choice he makes. So what doesn’t make sense is how easily he lets her in.

Don’t be mistaken, it’s still hard as hell to work past his walls, taking far longer than anyone else would likely ever want to put up with and yet, she does it.

First he just finds himself thinking of her, wondering where she is - if she’s safe, but then it becomes more.

He’s no longer just worrying about her physical safety but her emotional wellbeing too.

After seeing her cry in the library he makes a silent promise that he’ll do everything he can to keep something like that from happening to her again.

He’s not crazy, he knows where limits lie, but if he can do something to ease any sort of struggle she faces then he is on it.

His heart nearly overflows the night that she thanks him randomly and when he asks “what for?” she replies with “for looking out for me”

Because if there’s one thing Din thinks he does well it’s protect and not only did she notice, she thanked him for it.

[seungbinbin]

study with me !! - k.s.

pairing: kim seungmin x fem! reader

wc: 868

genre: fluff ?, college!au

warnings: mentions of food, first thing i write on here so plz bare w me, no editing </3

synopsis: studying with your best friend and crush, kim seungmin, was a pretty common occurrence

[y/n] was pretty sure that kim seungmin was the best study buddy she could’ve ever asked for. 

he was the only person in their friend group that actually made [y/n] study. it was thanks to him that she was ahead of her coursework and had little to no questions about the stupid engineering calculus class they were both taking. seungmin made sure that she was using her time wisely and not wasting his. he had forced her to color code her notes and format her reviews; she owed all her academic efficiency to him forcing her to be organized. seungmin was also her best friend, so he wasn’t afraid to be honest and keep her on track with snarky remarks and eyerolls. 

studying together happened so often that it became a part of both their routines. [y/n] would walk to the library after class, and seungmin would wait for her with a pastry and her favorite coffee drink. they would spend about three hours there; two where they actually studied and the remaining time was spent by seungmin scolding her for using her phone before “break time”. everything flowed smoothly and [y/n]’s grades were improving greatly. unfortunately, [y/n] had started to feel a little…weird during their study sessions. 

by midterm season, [y/n] concluded that she absolutely, 100%, with no shadow of a doubt, needed a new study partner. 

if she was being honest, no studying was being done in the bi-weekly sessions she had with her best friend. she was too distracted to do so. studying next to kim seungmin was almost harder than the calculus problems you were solving. the amount of times she had forgotten the quotient rule formula after his hand brushed against hers on the table was borderline embarrassing. 

[y/n] had truly been trying her hardest to not feel this way. friendships were supposed to be platonic, she knew that much. that was like, the number one rule of friendships, right? platonic because you’re supposed to be friends and nothing else. and people aren’t supposed to want to hold hands with their friends. or wonder how it would feel to kiss them on the lips. or plan little dates with them while not paying attention in class. but no matter how hard she willed her feelings to go away, it didn’t work. 

in all honesty, she wanted her friendship to go back to normal; to be able to act and feel normal around seungmin. she didn’t want to be spacing out at the library as she thought about how it would feel to intertwine her fingers with his, or how his lips would feel against her temple. she didn’t want her heart to be beating so fast at how close he was- 

“are you even paying attention?” seungmin asked, bringing you back from her daydream. he rolled his eyes. “this is why you’re struggling in this class.” 

“shut up.” [y/n] frowned, swatting his arm. “maybe you’re just a bad tutor!” 

he laughed. he laughed. and it was something he did around her all the time, but this time it managed to make her stomach flip. 

“no, you’re just a bad student.” seungmin erased the problem he had been trying to explain. “what are you even thinking about? you look like a lovesick puppy.” 

at his words, [y/n] straightened up. “no i don’t.” 

“oh, no. is this about changbin hyung again? i thought we had a talk about that already-“ 

“what?! no!” 

“seriously, [y/n]-“ 

“i said he was cute once.” 

“i thought i told you it was a bad idea to like someone within the friend group. and you agreed.” 

“minnie.” 

“this serial crushing thing has to stop, [y/n], it really gives me whiplash-”

“let it be, kim seungmin!” she huffed. 

“fine.” he rolled his eyes once more. “you’re so rude.” 

“and you still love me..” [y/n] stuck her tongue out, making him scoff. 

“whatever.” seugmin looked at her for a split second, quickly shifting his eyes away from her and back to the gigantic textbook in front of them. “so you don’t like changbin.” 

“no,” she rolled her eyes, “get back to work.” 

“okay, good…he’s not your type anyway.” 

“i don’t have a type.” 

“everyone has a type!”

“what’s mine then? you seem to know more than i do.”

“not changbin.” 

“what does that even mean-”

“nothing, just get back to the homework, you have formulas to memorize.”

[y/n] frowned and got back to work, trying her best to pay attention to how seungmin was solving the problem. her mind kept gravitating back to their bickering. how seungmin’s ears were just a bit red when he asked her about their friend. how he was so insistent on you not having a thing for changbin. she thought that maybe, just maybe, seumgmin liked her back. maybe he also struggled to keep his composure when she smiled at him. maybe he was also thinking about holding her hand and kissing her cheek. 

maybe, maybe, maybe. [y/n] shut down her own thoughts, it would be cruel to give herself false hope. so she decided that she’d never know, because she’d never ask.