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the-delta-42 · 9 months ago

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Fall of Order 1

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Fall of Order 1

Order 66

Marinette twitched as her master spoke with the Mandalorians in front of them. The butterfly symbol of Clan Agreste glared down at them.

“Do you think the General’s going to be able to come up with a plan if those Mando’s keep glaring at him?” Whispered Commander Frost, leaning close to Marinette.

“I hope so,” responded the Padawan, “Jedi and Mandalorians don’t have the best history with each other.”

“You can say that again.” Grumbled Sneak, frowning behind his helmet.

“Count Agreste,” Said Master Fu, sighing, “I will inform you as soon as I’ve finished surveying the field, there is no need to stand over me and watch.”

Gabriel only glared and folded his arms. Marinette heard Frost’s comm start beeping, which stopped when the Clone answered it.

“Commander Frost,” Came the Voice of Chancellor Palpatine, “Execute Order 66.”

Marinette felt the force go cold, before a stabbing pain reached her. Marinette was so overcome by it; she didn’t notice the Clones aiming at her and her Master.

“Marinette!” Yelled Fu, his lightsaber springing to life as he deflected the first few shots.

Marinette shook her head and regained her senses, her blue blade joining her master’s green. Shots soared over their shoulders as the Mandalorians opened fire on the Clones. A shot suddenly hit her master in the shoulder, another hitting him in the middle of his chest and a final one hit his head, sending the Jedi master to the floor, dead.

Marinette saw red and summoned her master’s lightsaber and launched herself at the remaining Clones. Commander Frost’s head fell from his shoulders and Sneak’s arm hit the floor as the two blades pierced his chest. Marinette looked around; the remains of the clones lied scattered across the room. Marinette turned to her master’s corpse and fell to her knees.

“Traitorous lab experiments.” Snarled one of the Mandalorians, while the countess crossed the room and grabbed Marinette’s arm before hauling her to her feet.

“You can’t stay here,” Said Emilie, as Marinette struggled, “You yourself said that you only brought a small group with you.”

Marinette stopped struggling, allowing Emilie to pull her out of the room and towards a speeder. Soon, the Mandalorians and the Padawan were leaving the area as fast as they could.

“Clan Tsurugi should be waiting at the rendezvous,” Said Gabriel, frowning at a data pad, “I remember them saying that they had something called the ‘Padawan Pack’ with them.”

Marinette vaguely registered what he said, Nino and Alya were part of the Pack, Luka and Zoe were out scouting with a couple clones. The speeder came to a stop, Marinette was guided out of the speeder. A couple Mandalorians glanced at her, before pointing Emilie in the direction of a tent. Alya tackled Marinette as soon as she saw her, Nino was nursing a blaster wound on his arm and Luka and Zoe’s remains were under a sheet in the back of the tent.

“They just started shooting at us.” Whispered Alya, tightly gripping Marinette, “They killed Luka and Zoe when they came back from patrol. I don’t understand, they were our allies.”

Marinette didn’t say anything as three Mandalorian teens listened in on the conversation.

“I heard the Chancellor tell them to execute order 66.” Said Marinette, breaking her silence.

“What’s that?” Asked Nino, summoning his lightsabre to him.

“I don’t know,” Answered Marinette, “but the Clones know, we can try with them.”

“Provided they don’t try and shoot us first.” Mused Alya, “We’d need to capture a scout, lure it out and probe it’s mind.”

Marinette folded her arms, before glancing around, “Do you know where they are?”

“No.” Said Nino, “Even if we did, we have no way of containing them.”

“You could just ask.” Said a voice, making Marinette spin around and ignite her lightsaber.

The Mandalorian stared at Marinette through his helmet. There were two girls flanking him, before Marinette extinguished her lightsaber.

“Okay, where can we find them?” Asked Marinette, placing her hands on her hips.

“They’re camped out in a valley a couple of klicks from here.” Said the Mandalorian, “But, they have some force user with them.”

Marinette frowned, before she made to leave the tent. The Mandalorian stopped her, “It’s not safe.”

Marinette glared at him, before flinging her arms out and using the force to throw him and his friends back. One of the Mandalorian girls helmet came off. Kagami glared at the Jedi, before aiming one of her blasters at her back and firing.

Marinette deflected the shot back at them, with Nino intercepting it and sending it to the ground. Alya took off after Marinette, while Nino set about helping the Mandalorians to their feet.

“What was that?” Asked the boy, taking his helmet off.

“When a Padawan loses their master, they’re prone to fits of irrational behaviour,” Explained Nino, “In Marinette’s case, a desire for revenge.”

The Mandalorian’s eyes narrowed, “What does that mean?”

“It means Marinette need time to calm down.” Responded Nino, “Marinette’s been training longer than any of us, she’ll be able to handle herself.”

FOO

Marinette ducked behind a tree, immediately spotting the clones, as well as the ‘force user’ the Mandalorians had spotted. She’d managed to give Alya the slip before coming here. Marinette absently reached for her master’s lightsaber, only for her hand to grab empty air. She quickly looked around her, hoping to spot the weapon, only to find nothing.

Marinette bit back a groan, before the force gave her a warning to duck. A red lightsaber sailed over her, narrowly missing her head. The blade returned to the force user’s hand. A black mask covering her face.

“Hey.” Waved Marinette, silently cursing herself for not noticing them approach.

The force user didn’t respond, they only swung the blade at Marinette again. Marinette ducked and ignited her saber, blocking the blow and striking back at them. Marinette quickly noticed another lightsaber on the force user’s belt. Steeling herself, Marinette summoned the lightsaber, before using the force to knock down all the trees surrounding them.

The force user was knocked back and Marinette grabbed the force user’s lightsaber and fled into the night.

The Inquisitor cursed, she’d hoped to get the drop on Dupain-Cheng, not have her legs crushed. The Twelfth Sister lifted the tree from her legs, before dragging herself back to the camp, livid that she didn’t think to attach a tracking device to the lightsaber or Jedi.

FOO

Alya nervously sat in a tent full of Mandalorians.

“So…” Alya glanced to the Mandalorian boy, “what are we going to do? Are we just gonna wait for Marinette to come back or…”

Kagami glared at the Jedi, Adrien giving her a warning look to prevent her from lashing out, “I suppose.”

Nino suddenly rocked forwards, before a lump impacted the side of the tent.

“That was quick.” Remarked Adrien, before Marinette wriggled under side of the tent.

“You okay, M?” Asked Alya, before noticing the two extra lightsabers, “Where’d you get those?”

“A force user with the Clones.” Responded Marinette, looking at the Mandalorians.

“Are they dead?” Asked Gabriel, glaring at the girl.

“No, but their legs were crushed,” Replied Marinette, “you may want to plant some more trees to replace the ones I knocked down.”

Marinette was fiddling with the Lightsaber with the strange hand guard, when it suddenly snapped into a full circle. Marinette frowned, before igniting the lightsaber, the red blades illuminating her face. Completely oblivious to the shocked looks around her, she pressed another button and made the blades spin around the circle surrounding the hilt.

Marinette shut the lightsaber off and tossed it to the side.

“Okay, I’ll say it,” Said Adrien, staring at Marinette with wide eyes, “that was cool.”

FOO

Marinette stared down at the braid in her hand, before dropping it in a box next to the lightsabers. The Mandalorians had decided to keep Marinette, Alya and Nino with them, if only to get the drop on the Empire. The three Mandalorian teens that’d spoken to them had introduced themselves to them. The blond boy with green eyes was Adrien, Marinette didn’t like how her heart fluttered slightly, the girl with black hair and amber eyes was Kagami, who introduced herself as Adrien’s betrothed, and the last one, after removing her helmet, had blonde hair and blue eyes and had given her name as Chloe. Marinette found a resemblance to Zoe in her features.

“So,” Said Adrien, making Marinette look at him, “We’re going to take the long way home, to try and lose any followers.”

Marinette nodded, before snapping the lid of the box shut and handing it to Adrien.

“Since your father will probably want them.”

Adrien nodded and put the box behind him, “I’m sorry about Kagami.”

“Are you speaking as her friend or her husband?”

Adrien choked on his own breath, “As her friend, I, I don’t actually see her as anything else, really.”

“Then why didn’t you correct her, or are you afraid of her reaction?” Marinette quirked an eyebrow.

“I don’t want to hurt her.” Justified Adrien, “Besides, neither of us have a say in the matter.”

“Hmm.”

Marinette picked up a small bag, “I’m surprised your parents want to keep Jetii near him, even if it’s just for the element of surprise.”

“I don’t understand it either,” Confessed Adrien, “but where’d you go if he hadn’t?”

“Probably to Coruscant and getting myself killed in the process.”

Adrien and Marinette stood in an awkward silence, before Adrien coughed and cleared his throat, “W-we should probably go to the others, um, you know, if we’re done here.”

Marinette nodded and followed after him, casting a last look at the comm-link she was leaving behind.

Outside the tent, Kagami glared at the fabric, unsure if she should be angry at Adrien or the Jetii. Shoving her helmet on, Kagami went to join the others.

FOO

Nathalie frowned, before ducking out of the way of a Clone patrol. She’d managed to escape the Jedi Temple thanks to a collapsing walkway, which allowed her and a few others to escape. Nathalie looked over at Caline, the Jedi Knight had already taken it upon herself to modify all their looks, so they wouldn’t be recognisable. Alix and Lila had quietly agreed to put a pause on their ‘rivalry’ until they were somewhere safe.

“We’ll need to be careful,” Muttered D’Argencourt, “The Clones don’t appear to be actively looking for us.”

The three Jedi and two apprentices quickly and quietly made their way to a transport and smuggled themselves on.

“Remember, we’re heading to Mandalore.” Murmured Nathalie, looking at the other Jedi, “May the Force be with you.”

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astrocourier · 2 years ago

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Since I made a Mabill design alongside dark world Mabel design, so what if Mabill is from alt uni?

Also it's my au and I do what I want even if it doesn't make sense

I also wanted a Mabel centric au

some more thoughts:

Mabill's au is where Mabel gets to befriend Bill and Bill plays her like a cheap kazoo she is Ford and Dipper

But hm, she isn't the one who started weirdmageddon, Mabill's kinda like, secret/extra boss in one of the chapter. Bill is taking advantage and do Weirdmageddon while Roaring is happening, since why not make it more of a Party!

#blood #gravity falls au #deltarune au #mabel pines #astro is doing art #daily drawing 2022 #Delta Gravity AU

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leaderwonim · 19 days ago

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❀ DEFINITELY NOT MY CROWD.

pairing. frat!jungwon x shy!fem!reader

genre. romcom, american college au, strangers to enemies to lovers (bye??), angst, fluff, mature

synopsis. when your friend drags you out to a frat party a week before the holidays, you didn’t expect to fall into the graces of yang jungwon, one of the fraternity boys at your university. One accidental kiss with Yang Jungwon and a viral post later, you wake up to a text from your sister: “Bring your new boyfriend to Christmas dinner!” Now, you’ve got one week to turn this chaos into a holiday miracle—or a romcom disaster.

“Hey, wake up.”

Madeleine taps on your shoulder, and when you only respond with a mhmm, she takes both shoulders and shakes you violently.

“What the hell Mads!” You say, getting up in a hurry. “What can you possibly need now?”

“Oh shut up, you’re making it sound like you despise me.” She throws an arm around your shoulder. “Will you come with me to Luca’s party?”

“You know I don’t do frat parties.” You say, already brushing off her suggestion. “They’re just loud and people make out in every corner.”

“But you never go out!” Madeleine slumps her body against yours, practically trapping you on your own bed. “Please.”

“Mads I love you, but no.”

Except here you were, in front of Alpha Delta something—was it Alpha Delta Pi? You didn’t know.

All you knew was that the music was way too loud for it not to have a noise complaint from the neighboring houses, and that there were too many drunk college students stumbling everywhere on the grass out front.

“I’m soooo glad we decided to do this!” Madeleine swings her arms around your shoulder, leading you inside the gigantic frat house.

“Madeleine!” A guy comes up to the two of you, his cheeky smile never leaving his face. “And who’s this?”

“Y/N, my roommate I told you about!” Madeleine smiles at you, “you remember Will right? From Econ?”

Will. Will. You’re trying so hard to remember him, until you realize he’s the blonde in front of you, his hockey gear always taking up half of the space.

“This is my girlfriend, Kallie!” Will puts his arm around the girl next to him. “Well it’s nice seeing you Madeleine and Y/N, have a good night!”

Even though he was notoriously loud in class, he was a bit of a sweetheart, and it made you feel a bit better about being here.

“See, that wasn’t so bad right?”

You nod, letting her guide you throughout the house to the kitchen.

“Do you want Pink Whitney or Tequila?”

You decided on Pink Whitney.

“Oh shit—I’m so sorry.” The guy who bumps into you turns around, his pupils dilated and red. He’s clearly very drunk.

“It’s fine.”

“I’m Jungwon!” He smiles at you brightly, dimples showing ever so proudly.

It seemed like everybody at this party was all about smiling tonight.

“Oh Won! You’re here!” Madeleine slides you your shot, and you down it in one go, silently cursing yourself for not taking a chaser beforehand.

“Yep, kinda have to because this is my frat.”

Now that he’s not stumbling over his own foot, you come to realize he’s actually pretty cute. His brown hair is messy and he’s wearing some plain navy blue hoodie that makes him look more attractive than he actually should be.

“This is Y/N, my roommate!”

Jungwon slips his hand into yours, shaking it in a hurry. “Nice to meet you Y/N, wish it was under better circumstances.”

His joke earns a playful shove from Madeleine, who raises her eyebrows at you, already hinting that you should talk to the boy.

“Well I gotta go talk to Luca, catch you two later!”

You don’t have time to pull Madeleine back because she’s already gone, leaving you alone with Jungwon.

“Hey.” He says, now suddenly closer to you. “Wanna kiss?”

It’s a straightforward almost humorous ask, one that a stranger who’s just known you for five minutes shouldn’t ask. But because the alcohol already entered your system and you have nothing better to do; you nod.

Jungwon leaves no time for you to take a breath before sweeping in, closing the gap between yours and his mouth. You can hear hoots from his frat brothers as the kiss grows more intense.

You’re sure you’ve become the very same people that you used to make fun of—the ones who would make out at the corner of parties and act like they had no decency or self respect.

But who cares, right? This was the one time you were out, and finals had been stressing you like a pounding headache, why would a kiss from some random frat guy affect you after the party?

You were clearly very wrong.

The next day, you’re awaken to your annoying alarm clock, groaning as you tap aggressively on the snooze button.

“Oh shit,” you say, feeling lightheaded when you try to get up. “What time is it?”

From the corner of your eye, you can see Madeleine’s blonde hair spread out on every part of her bed, her limbs tangled in her blankets.

You try to rub your eyes as you reach for your phone, and when your vision clears, the first thing you do is let out a shrilling scream.

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

“What? What’s wrong?” Madeleine’s head pops up, her hair messy and all over her face.

Madeleine stares at you groggily as you toss your phone at her. She fumbles to catch it, squinting at the screen before her eyes widen.

She slaps a hand over her mouth, though the giggles that escape are anything but subtle.

"Why is there a video of me kissing Jungwon everywhere?!" You groan, flopping back on your bed as the stress headache from finals makes a sudden comeback.

"It's not just a video," Madeleine says, scrolling furiously. "You and Jungwon are, like, the new talk of the frat. You know how frat boys are like. The sorority girls might even be jealous."

"I'm going to die," you mutter into your pillow.

"You are not going to die, Y/N."

You groan, yanking the pillow off your face just as your phone vibrates again. Madeleine hands it back to you, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

You don't even have to check the screen to know who's texted you. You sigh and unlock it.

[annoying older sis]: Bring your new boyfriend to Christmas dinner. I’m serious. Mom’s already setting the table for him.

You sit up so fast you almost get whiplash.

"No. Nope. No way. This cannot be happening." You turn to Madeleine, holding your phone out like it’s cursed. "My family thinks Jungwon’s my boyfriend. What am I supposed to do now?!"

"Bring him!" Madeleine chirps, far too enthusiastic for this godforsaken situation.

"Are you insane? I barely know him! He’s probably already forgotten who I am."

As if the universe is mocking you, your phone buzzes again.

[Unknown Number]: Hey, it’s Jungwon. Can we talk?

You stare at the screen, heat rushing to your face.

"Is that him?" Madeleine practically screeches, leaning over to read the text. "Oh my god, Y/N, he’s texting you first. This is fate!"

"Shut up!" you hiss, pushing her away as you type back:

Sure. Where?

The response is almost instant.

[Jungwon]: Can you meet me at the campus café in an hour?

Madeleine screeches in excitement yet again.

An hour later, you’re already regretting your life choices as you walk into the café, spotting Jungwon sitting at a table near the window. His hoodie from last night is gone, replaced with a clean black sweater that somehow makes him look even more attractive.

When he sees you, he grins, those stupid dimples making your stomach flip for reasons you refuse to acknowledge.

"Hey," he says as you sit down across from him, awkwardly tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Hey," you reply, wondering if it’s possible to combust from secondhand embarrassment.

"So, uh…" Jungwon rubs the back of his neck, looking almost as nervous as you feel. "About last night…"

You brace yourself for him to tell you he doesn’t want anything to do with you, that the kiss was a mistake, and you should forget it ever happened.

But then he says: "I wanted to apologize. I don’t usually, like, kiss random strangers at parties. I was kinda drunk, and I just… yeah, sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

You blink, caught off guard by how genuine he sounds. "Oh, um, it’s okay. I mean, it wasn’t terrible or anything."

Jungwon raises an eyebrow, his lips twitching like he’s trying not to laugh. "Wow. 'Not terrible.' High praise."

You groan, covering your face with your hands. "Sorry. I’m awkward and shy and bad at this."

"I noticed," he says with a chuckle.

When you peek through your fingers, you find him smiling softly at you, his eyes warm and kind.

"Anyway," you say quickly, dropping your hands. "I’m sure you’ve seen the video by now."

"Yeah," he admits, rubbing the back of his neck again. "That’s actually why I wanted to talk to you. People are, uh, kinda freaking out about it. And my fraternity brothers keep calling you my girlfriend."

"Funny you should mention that," you say with a dry laugh. "My family thinks you’re my boyfriend too. My sister wants me to bring you to Christmas dinner."

His eyes widen. "Wait, seriously?"

"Yeah. And I don’t know how to tell them the truth without ruining Christmas, so I was thinking…"

"You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend?" he finishes, tilting his head.

"Just for a week!" you say quickly, holding up your hands. "We get through Christmas, and then we go our separate ways. No one has to know it wasn’t real."

Jungwon looks at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable.

Finally, he says, "Okay. I’ll do it."

You blink. "Wait, really?"

"Sure," he says with a shrug. "It sounds kinda fun. And honestly…" He leans forward, his voice dropping to a soft, almost teasing tone. "I need to get out of my frat house. They have yet to let me live down this moment."

Your face flushes, and you look away, muttering, "Frat guys are ridiculous."

"Maybe," he says, grinning.

This was going to be a disaster. You could already feel it.

The rest of the week feels like a blur of planning. Between texting Jungwon to coordinate your "backstory" and surviving Madeleine’s endless teasing, you barely have time to process what’s happening.

"How do we even explain how we met?" you ask Jungwon during one of your brainstorming sessions at the campus library.

"We could just tell the truth," he says, leaning back in his chair. "That we kissed at a party."

You give him a look. "Do you want my family to hate you?"

"Fair point," he laughs. "Okay, how about we say we met through Madeleine and just… hit it off?"

"Sounds fake but okay."

You decide to meet again the next day after class to properly establish some backstory for your "relationship." Jungwon shows up late, looking like he just rolled out of bed.

"Nice of you to show up," you say sarcastically, already in a foul mood from a pop quiz from your professor.

"Sorry, I was busy," he says, completely unbothered.

"Doing what? Beer pong practice?"

"Actually, yes," he says, grinning. "Gotta keep the skills sharp."

You groan. "Unbelievable. How am I supposed to convince my family you’re my boyfriend when you’re this… this frat boy?"

"Hey, being a frat boy isn’t a personality flaw," he says, feigning offense. "Besides, you’re the one who dragged me into this. If you wanted someone polished, you should’ve asked that guy from your bio class—what’s his name? Eric?"

"First of all, Eric has a girlfriend," you retort. "Second, I didn’t drag you into this. Madeleine did."

"Same difference," he says with a shrug.

You glare at him, but he just smiles, annoyingly relaxed.

This was going to be a long week.

You figure a visit to the Christmas market downtown might help you get some convincing couple photos. But of course, Jungwon treats the whole thing like a joke.

"Hold still," you say, holding up your phone.

Jungwon drapes an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer than necessary. "Come on, you gotta sell it, Y/N. Look like you’re in love with me."

You shove his arm off. "I can’t do that when you’re being this insufferable."

"Insufferable?" he repeats, feigning offense. "You wound me."

"You’ll live," you mutter, snapping a photo.

He peers over your shoulder at the screen. "That’s terrible. Here, let me."

Before you can protest, he takes your phone, tilts his head toward yours, and snaps a selfie. To your annoyance, it actually looks good.

"There," he says, handing the phone back to you. "You’re welcome."

You stare at the photo, trying not to notice how natural the two of you look together. "You’re so annoying."

"And yet, here we are," he says with a grin.

“Whatever.”

"Why do we need so much food?" Jungwon complains, trailing behind you as you push a cart through the grocery store.

"Because my family eats a lot," you say, scanning the shelves for the specific brand of cranberry sauce your mom insists on.

He picks up a box of gingerbread cookies and examines it. "Why don’t we just bring these? No one’s gonna care."

"Are you serious?" you ask, snatching the box out of his hands. "We’re not showing up with store-bought cookies. My mom would have a heart attack."

"Wow," he says, leaning against the cart. "You’re really committed to this whole 'perfect daughter' thing, huh?"

You glare at him. "Unlike you, I actually care what my family thinks."

"Touché," he says, holding up his hands in surrender. "But for the record, I think your mom would survive."

You ignore him and toss the cookies back on the shelf.

Later that night, after spending hours wrapping presents, you find Jungwon lounging on the couch in your apartment, scrolling through his phone.

"Do you ever do anything productive?" you ask, flopping down next to him.

"Define 'productive,'" he says without looking up.

"I don’t know. Something that doesn’t involve your phone or beer pong."

He smirks. "You’re obsessed with beer pong. Did someone beat you at it once or something?"

"No," you say defensively. "I just think it’s a ridiculous way to spend your time."

"Noted," he says, finally putting his phone down. "So what do you do for fun, Miss Holier-Than-Thou?"

"I read. I bake. I actually contribute to society," you say with a smug smile.

"Wow. Thrilling," he says, but there’s a teasing glint in his eye.

You roll your eyes, but before you can respond, he leans his head back against the couch and lets out a deep sigh.

"Okay, seriously, though," he says. "Are you nervous about tomorrow?"

"A little," you admit. "My family can be… a lot."

"I’ll survive," he says, turning to look at you. "But what about you? Are you gonna be okay?"

The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard. For once, he’s not teasing or joking. He’s just… Jungwon.

"Yeah," you say softly. "I think so."

"Good," he says, smiling at you. "Because no matter how terrible this dinner is, I’ve got your back."

And just like that, the walls you’ve been trying so hard to keep up start to crack.

By the time Christmas Eve rolls around, you’re a ball of nerves. Jungwon picks you up in his car, looking annoyingly calm and way too good in a dark green sweater and tailored coat.

"You ready?" he asks as you slide into the passenger seat.

"Absolutely not," you reply, clutching the tin of cookies you baked as a distraction the night before.

"You’ll be fine," he says, flashing you that same dimpled smile that’s starting to become your undoing.

The moment you walk through your parents’ front door, you’re greeted by your sister, Addison.

"There she is!" Addison exclaims, pulling you into a tight hug that feels more like a performance for whoever might be watching. "And this must be Jungwon!"

Jungwon smiles politely, shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you."

Addison looks him up and down, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against her champagne glass. "Wow. Y/N really outdid herself this time."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Your older sister has always had a way of making everything about her, even when it’s not supposed to be.

"Where’s Mom?" you ask, desperate to change the subject.

"In the kitchen,"s she says, waving a dismissive hand. "But don’t worry about that. We need to get a picture of the happy couple for Instagram."

Before you can protest, Addison drags you and Jungwon to the living room, posing you in front of the tree like a pair of dolls.

"Smile!" she says, her phone already snapping away.

Jungwon leans in closer, his arm sliding around your waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You stiffen for a moment before forcing a smile, trying not to think about how warm he feels.

"Perfect," Addison says, scrolling through the photos with a self-satisfied smirk.

Dinner is somehow both better and worse than you expected.

Your mom keeps asking Jungwon about his family, his major, and his plans after graduation, while your dad mostly nods approvingly between bites of turkey.

Your sister, however, spends the entire meal subtly (and not-so-subtly) comparing everything you’ve ever done to her own achievements.

"Oh, you’re studying business, Jungwon? That’s cute. My fiancé, Ryan, just got promoted to VP at his firm," she says with a laugh that grates on your nerves.

"That’s impressive," Jungwon says politely, but you can tell he’s unimpressed.

"And Y/N," Addison continues, turning her attention to you. "It’s so nice to see you with someone. I was starting to think you’d be single forever."

The table goes silent. Your mom tries to awkwardly steer the conversation elsewhere, but the damage is done. You feel your cheeks burn, and you suddenly lose your appetite.

After dinner, you excuse yourself, slipping out onto the back porch to get some air. The cold bites at your skin, but you don’t care. You just need a moment to breathe.

You’re staring at the snow-covered yard when the door creaks open behind you.

"Hey," Jungwon says softly, stepping outside. He shrugs off his coat and drapes it over your shoulders before you can protest.

"Thanks," you mumble, pulling the coat tighter around you.

"You okay?" he asks, leaning against the railing beside you.

"I’m fine," you lie, though your voice cracks on the last word.

Jungwon gives you a look, the kind that makes you feel like he can see right through you.

"She always does this," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "Addison. The perfect sister who has to be better at everything."

"You’re not supposed to do that, you know," he says lightly, gesturing towards your cigarette.

You roll your eyes and lean against the railing, lighting it with a practiced flick of your lighter. "I don’t. I barely smoke. But, you know, desperate times…"

Jungwon chuckles, his breath fogging in the cold air. "I get it."

You exhale, the smoke curls around you, rising into the frosty night. "She just knows how to get under my skin. It’s like she’s made a career out of it."

Jungwon leans next to you, resting his elbows on the railing. "I don’t know. Sounds like she’s just jealous."

You laugh humorlessly. "Of what?"

"Of you," he says simply.

You blink at him, caught off guard. "Are you serious?"

"Completely." He reaches over and plucks the cigarette from your fingers, taking an awkward, experimental puff before immediately coughing.

You burst out laughing as he doubles over, waving a hand in front of his face. "What—what are you doing?"

"Trying to figure out what the big deal is," he says between coughs, his cheeks turning pink—though whether it’s from the cold or his failed attempt at smoking, you’re not sure.

"You don’t have to join me, you know," you tease, taking it back from him.

He straightens up, giving you a sheepish grin. "I just wanted to see what you like about it."

"It’s not about liking it," you admit, tapping the ash against the railing. "It’s more—I don’t know. It gives me something to do when I feel like falling apart."

Jungwon is quiet for a moment, watching the snow-covered yard below. Then he says, "You don’t need this."

You glance at him, surprised by the softness in his tone.

"You could just… talk to me instead,” he says, his eyes meeting yours.

Your heart does that annoying flip thing again, and you quickly look away. "Talking doesn’t solve everything, you know."

"No, but it helps." He pauses, then adds with a teasing smile, "And it’s probably better for your lungs."

You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling. "Fine. Next time, I’ll talk to you."

"Good."

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the kind that feels rare and precious. The cigarette burns down to a stub, and you flick it into the snow, watching the ember fade out.

His presence is warm and steady, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you don’t feel so overwhelmed.

"Thanks." You say softly. "For agreeing to this. I don't even know what I was thinking suggesting it. Addison just texted me and I freaked. I guess there was always a part of me that wanted to impress her."

Jungwon hesitates for a moment, then says, "You know, you don’t give yourself enough credit."

You glance at him, frowning. "What do you mean?"

"I mean—you let people like Addison make you feel small, but you’re not. You’re kind, and funny, and you care about people. That’s more than most people can say."

You stare at him, your throat tightening. "Why are you saying this?"

"Because it’s true," he says, his voice soft but certain.

You shake your head, looking down at your hands. "You don’t even know me that well."

"I know enough," he says.

There’s a long pause, and then, almost too quietly to hear, he adds, "I love you."

Your head snaps up, your heart pounding in your chest. "What?"

"I love you," he repeats, looking right at you.

"You’re insane." You say, voice barely above a whisper. "You’ve known me for a week. I'm awkward and I wouldn't make a good girlfriend. You'd be ashamed of me, you know."

"I love you, Y/N."

You're not too sure what to say, not expecting him to stand his ground so firmly.

"I didn’t expect this to happen. I thought this would just be some silly, fake thing. I don’t care if you think you’re awkward or shy or anything else. I love you exactly the way you are."

You take a shaky breath, your chest tight with emotions you don’t know how to name.

"I don’t know what to say," you admit.

"You don’t have to say anything," he says gently.

You nod, your heart still racing as he steps back inside, leaving you alone with the snow and the stars and the weight of his words.

For a moment, all you can do is stare at him, his cheeks pink from the cold, his eyes full of warmth and sincerity.

And then, before you can overthink it, you rise on your tiptoes and kiss him.

This time, it’s not for show. It’s not for anyone else.

It’s just for you.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 2 months ago

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eyes on the prize

a/n: me writing a fic where rafe is actually wholesome and nice? i didn't see it coming either... this idea just came to me when you were all voting for the kinktober fic a while ago, and i was prepping that it maybe could go in this direction and then ended up falling too much in love with the fantasy, so i simply had to get it out of my system.

summary: “in a week, when we’ve turned in the assignment, and everything is over, I want you to come watch me fight… watch me win…” a cocky smirk twitched at the corner of his lips as he awaited your answer.

warnings: mma!rafe cameron x reader, smut, college au, study buddies to lovers, soft!rafe, autumnal vibes, takes place in the beginning of november, studying, friday the 13th references, scaredy cat!reader, violence, mma fights, kissing, semi-public sex, clothed sex, dirty talk, manhandling, ripping pantyhose, size kink, spit kink, hole inspection, penetrative sex, unprotected sex

word count: 2626

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“So,” you hesitantly broke the silence that had fallen over both you and the partner that had been assigned to you on this current project, “did you get up to anything fun on Halloween?”

Glancing up from the thick book Rafe’s bored gaze was rushing through, it instead lingered on you for but a moment as his mutter reverberated in the quiet corner of the university’s library, “uhm, yeah. I popped by a party for a bit.”

“The one at delta neu?” a glint flickered in your eye as soon as he offered you a nod, “me too! Though I went home kinda early, so we might have missed each other… what did you going as?”

“Jason,” he simply uttered.

“Jason who?” the soft smile didn’t fade from your lips as his short answer hadn’t landed the way he’d hoped.

“You know,” his brows furrowed slightly at your cluelessness, repeating once again as if the name alone should be enough for you to understand, “Jason.”

“…Jason Statham? Jason Momoa?” your eyes squinted as you quietly attempted to hit the bullseye, “uhm… I can’t really think of any other famous Jasons right now…”

“No, Jason from Friday the 13th. You know, the dude with the hockey mask and the machete.”

“Ah, him… yeah, I haven’t watched those movies,” you shrugged, “but, cool costume.”

“Wait, you’ve never seen Friday the 13th?” he tilted closer to where you sat across the table from him, “not even the cheesy remake?”

“Nope,” you simply returned your gaze to the textbook beneath your fingers.

“Seriously?” his eyebrows didn’t float back down yet, “well, I don’t know if I should be offended that you’ve never watched that masterpiece before or jealous that you get to experience it for the first time, but either way, that’s a problem we need to fix.”

At first, you thought you’d entered the wrong building.

That was until you rounded the corner, and your gaze fluttered up from the map still open on your phone, guiding you to the mysterious address your study partner had texted you, asking you to meet up with him there before the rest of your plans could unfold, that you discovered that you hadn’t stumbled into the wrong place.

Though that wasn’t the only thing you discovered in that moment as the culmination of that enlightenment was spotting Rafe in the middle of the industrial and cold gym, going through the tail end of some drills with his trainer.

As he went through the combinations and grunted like a guard dog, sweat dripped down from his brow and rolled so low that it cascaded over his already glistening and bare chest.

You hadn’t really noticed how your feet had stopped or how your pulse had picked up so fiercely that you could feel it between your thighs before his own eyes located you and he flashed you a smile.

“Hey!” his voice cut through your trance as he patted his coach on the shoulder and began to near the edge of the ring.

“H-hi,” you blinked, shaking your fuzzy head slightly to clear it, “I didn’t know you were into this sort of stuff,” you briefly waved a hand to the gym around you and tried your best to rip your stare away from his heaving chest.

“Yeah,” he began to loosen a glove, “sorry I asked you to meet me here, I’m just really busy these days cause I’ve got a fight coming up.”

“Oh, well we don’t have to have a silly movie night if you don’t have the time,” you averted your gaze, recalling how before you’d been paired with him on the assignment for Callahan’s class, you hadn’t even been sure of what his name was. You’d just known him as the hot guy, three rows behind you.

“No, no, I want to, unless of course you’ve changed your mind.”

Blinking back up into his eyes, you smiled, “definitely not.”

“Well, great,” a grin spread across his lips, “then just give me a second,” he cast a brief glance over his broad shoulder at the locker room, “and then we can head back to my place,” a notion you hadn’t expected would have ended with you up on the back of his motorcycle, a terrifying concept that you’d somehow been unable to deny as the crush that had blossomed and bloomed within your heart for him had made it near impossible for you to say no to a single one of his suggestions.

“You never told me what you went as,” Rafe hummed beside you, causing your eyes to tear away from the horror movie buzzing on the TV.

Blinking over at him next to you on the leather couch, your fingers began to fiddle with the blanket you’d slumped over yourself, “oh, well I didn’t wanna buy anything new, so I just went through my closet and ended up going as Britney Spears because I found the skirt of my old school uniform. I don’t even remember why I brought it with me the last time I went home, but–, ah!” a shriek suddenly shuttered through your form as your eyes accidentally fluttered back towards the screen just in time to witness the villain sink a large blade into the head of one of the drunk teenagers, “oh my god!” your frame couldn’t help but jump at the fright, nearly tossing the blanket across the room as you instinctively hid your features in the mass of Rafe’s bicep.

As your heart raced and thumped in your chest, you felt Rafe’s shoulder begin to move before you heard his laughter.

“Shut up, it’s not funny!” you smacked him lightly in the chest, though kept your vision darkened by his shirt, “so I’m not desensitised to the horrors of scary movies, big whoop!” a mutter then slipped out of your lungs, “fuck, why did I agree to this? I’m probably gonna have nightmares for weeks…”

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s just a movie,” you felt his palm find your arm in a soothing rub as his voice hummed directly above the crown of your head, “and the scene is almost over.”

“I can’t look…” you felt yourself lean more into his touch.

“…do you want me to describe it to you?”

“No…” you lingered in the security of his warmth and felt the terror slowly melt from your bones. Cupping a hand on the side of your face to shield your eyes from the horrors on screen, you carefully plucked your face just shy out of his safety before you uttered, “…just tell me when it’s over…”

The blaring light from the television reflected against the side of Rafe’s face as he gazed down into your eyes and breathed, “okay,” his stare slowly dipping and fluttering down towards your lips.

It wasn’t till now that you noticed how close you’d accidentally scooted to him as you weren’t far from just sitting in his lap.

Sharing his breath, your mind went entirely blank and only switched back on when you’d closed the distance betwixt your lips and now found yourself kissing your study buddy.

Thankfully, your brain didn’t get a chance to begin spiralling as it only took Rafe half a second to reciprocate the sudden move and kiss you back.

His strong hands found the small of your waist buried beneath the woollen blanket before he began to drag you closer, pulling you so near that you actually did wind up sitting in his lap, your fingers fluttering against his buzzcut as his own scooped down over the curve of your ass.

When the movie gently humming from behind you was long forgotten and your soul instead had drifted straight to heaven, you felt Rafe tilt his head back to breathlessly utter, “come watch my fight…” his forehead still pressed against your own.

Scarcely picking up on the words behind his honied hum, you breathed, “what?”

Reeling back just enough for his eye to catch your own dazed pair, he said, “in a week, when we’ve turned in the assignment, and everything is over, I want you to come watch me fight… watch me win…” a cocky smirk twitched at the corner of his lips as he awaited your answer.

You’d never seen a fight in real life before.

Not boxing, not mixed martial arts as this was, not even a juvenile one in a schoolyard.

At one point, when you thought all hope seemed lost, when Rafe got pinned by his opponent and blood was trickling down from the cut at his brow so clearly that you could make it out from the second row seat you found yourself planted in, he somehow managed to turn the tides and capture the boulder of a man in a lock so fierce it made them nearly melt into one pretzel-like being.

As he flexed his arm around the other’s throat with the rest of his limbs restricting him as well and rendering an escape near impossible, Rafe’s eyes then flickered up to catch your wide ones in the crowd. A grin appeared on his features as he held your stare a moment longer, watching as you shyly began to mirror his smile, before he tightened his hold and squeezed till the opponent opted not to bruise his pride and tap out, instead going limp in the grasp.

Once the trophy was in his gloved hand and he’d leapt out of the ring, on his way back towards the locker room, he zigzagged through the cheering crowd and caught onto your arm, dragging you with him as he exited the buzzing hall.

“That was insane,” you heard yourself babble as he pulled you through the corridors down towards the backroom he’d been in prior to the fight, “I mean, I know I went into it kinda blind, but I had no idea it would be like that,” adrenaline still rushed through your veins as he tugged you over the threshold and closed the door behind you, swiftly dropping his trophy to one of the long benches, “sure, it was as insane as I probably imagined, but the way that you moved, the way you slipped in and out like you were made of water or something, I mean, that was beautiful–,” the fighter then suddenly cut your rambling short as he yanked you to his sweaty form and pressed his lips to your own. However, as his feet shuffled and your spine collided with the back of the door to the small locker room, your fingers fluttered over countless of the spots where he’d been hit, causing you to jerk back and ask, “wait, shouldn’t you have someone check you out?” your eyes flickered from the cut splitting his brow to the various fresh bruises already beginning to blossom and reveal their true colours, “are you okay?”

“I’ve never felt better in my whole life,” he tried to lean back in to capture your lips once more, though you tilted away just in time for him to miss.

“You sure? Because–”

But your words were quickly snuffed out as his hands then flew up to grasp the sides of your face to force you to notice the glint in his eye and the desire dripping in his tone, “just shut up and kiss me,” he commanded before he practically devoured you whole.

As Rafe’s tongue danced against your own and made you feel dizzy in his tight embrace, his fingers then blindly fumbled for the lock and twisted it with a click that harmonised with the throbbing that had appeared between your thighs as soon as the fight had commenced.

A low growl rumbled deep within his chest and melted into your mouth as he then plucked you off of the ground and lifted you into his arms. Broad palms spreading wide below your bottom, he brought you as close as possible, causing the skirt you wore to ride up and crumble at your hips. The thin barrier of your pantyhose and the underwear beneath nearly incinerated from the heat that sparked as his hips greedily rocked against your covered core, lending you to feel just how hard he was in his shorts.

“I want you so bad,” he groaned between pecks, his fingers digging into your softness.

“Shouldn’t you be out celebrating your victory or something?” a light giggle bubbled out of you.

“I thought that was what I was doing,” he smirked before dropping you back down onto the ground, making you gasp at his sharp movements as he suddenly spun you around to face the closed door, “unless you have a better idea of how we could celebrate,” he nipped at your neck, making your eyes flutter.

“I–…” your teeth briefly captured your bottom lip as his front pressed against your back, and your spine instinctively arched back into him, “no, yeah, this one’s g-good…”

“Good,” he murmured in your ear before his fingers found your pantyhose in a pinch and ripped a big hole in them, nearly splitting them in two as he exposed your underwear, “do you want it?” he gripped your hips and titled them for his hard-on to perfectly nudge against the soaked cotton.

“Y-yes,” you panted, even just that one word haven been a struggle to utter through the fog he’d cast you into.

“How bad?”

“So bad–, Rafe, please,” he made you squeak desperately, “I just–, please…”

Cheek smooshed against the door, you glanced over your shoulder and watched as he then kneeled down behind you. Both hands still firmly planted on your hips, keeping you in place for him, they only strayed for a moment in order to shove your skirt the rest of the way up and letting him see the wet spot decorating your panties.

“Oh, shit…” he groaned as he tugged the gusset of your underwear all the way to the side, a string of your glossy want clung to the fabric till it snapped back against your aching core. Nearly salivating as he inspected your holes, his fingers dented your ass as he pulled you apart, splitting you open that much further and watching intently at the way your drooling cunt throbbed in anticipation for his touch.

As if your pussy’s embarrassingly leaky state wasn’t enough, a dollop of his spit then roughly landed upon your folds, the lewdness causing you to let out a moan as he swiftly rose back up to his full height without as much as a tickle to your tingly petals.

The next thing you knew, the adrenaline coursing through you both drove Rafe to free his length from its confines and, without as much as another kiss, slammed inside of your weeping pussy in one fell motion.

Balls nuzzled tightly against you, the very tip of him nudged against a part so deep inside of you that it made you lose your breath as he took a moment to savour the sensation, freezing up within you and huffing against your cheek as you gasped for air through your whimpers.

“Oh my god!” one of your hands curled back to crawl at his waist, “Rafe!”

“Now,” his hips slowly drew back, dragging his fat girth back out of you and letting you feel every little detail of him, “you just gotta be a good girl, stand right here for me,” only the bulbous head of his cock remained, keeping you plugged up as he purred in your ear, “and take it like the perfect little prize you are,” he then buried himself once more with such vigour that his heavy sack tapped sloppily against your puffy clit, “can you do that for me? Will you be my reward?”

#lea’s writing #mma!rafe #mma!rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron fanfic #drew starkey smut #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron au

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months ago

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Smile Like You Mean It 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, bullying, humiliation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Colin Shea, Rafe Cameron (Professor AU)

Summary: you're trying to grow up but you keep getting pushed back down.

Part of the Bad Professors AU

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all.

College is supposed to be a new start. You're supposed to be an adult. Sophisticated and mature. Too bad you're still figuring out how to be functional.

It's all the more obvious how behind you are as you sit in the student centre with a can of diet coke. Alone. Watching. Coveting.

The girls, no, women, with their contour and lululemons and blown out hair. They walk together, gabbing and giggling, with a Stanley or branded coffee cup in hand. They are of the moment and you're once more falling behind.

You look down at you Gap hoodie and polka dot leggings. Admittedly, the Walmart couture isn't exactly cutting edge. And your crocks don't do much for the look. Or your hair and bare face.

It isn't for lack of trying. No oil or serum could tame the beast on your head, and you couldn't figure out how to line your lids without squiggles. So you settled for the bare minimum. Hygiene and clean clothes. Hmmm, you did wear the hoodie yesterday too.

You're trying but that doesn't mean it's good enough. You put your head down and stare at the curled red C on the can. Well, the year's just started, you can make some good friends... just maybe not the barbie dolls.

As you take another sip of soda, a figure walks by but is met with catastrophe. His bag catches on the back of the empty chair across from you and he reels back. You watch him untangle himself and his pale blue eye flick up to meet yours.

He wears one of those blue letterman jackets you've seen around. A jock or frat or both. They are often chasing the heels of the glamorous coeds.

"Oh, hey," he chuckles as he fixes his messenger bag, "I'm a mess, huh?"

You shake your head. You can't get the words out; 'it's fine' or even a congenial 'so am I'. You can't even muster a smile. That's your other problem. You go mute in the face of interest.

"You okay? Did I scare ya?" He asks as he drags his hand over his fluffy blond hair.

You just blink. Say something, idiot.

"I'm not always mess," he smirks as he grips the back of the chair. Why is he hanging around? "I'm Colin, actually."

You can't help but crack. Your cheek dimple and one corner of your lips curve. That's a really stupid joke.

"And you are, sunshine?" He leans forward.

You look around. It feels off. It has to be a joke, right? There's nothing but milling bodies and chattering students.

"Auburn," you voice scratches in your throat.

"Auburn," he purrs back, "I like that." He smirks, "hey, Aubby," his shoulders slant, "can I sit here? This place is packed."

You stare at him and shrug. You can't say anything but you definitely can't say no. He winks and drops into the seat, dumping his bag on the floor next to his feet.

"So, you going to the party tonight?" He asks.

You frown. Party? You shake your head again.

"No? Why not? Everyone's going." He says.

Not me. I'm not cool. You just show your hands as your voice stays stuck in your chest.

"Huh, too good for us? I get it. You got more important things to do than stop by Delta. I can accept that, Aubby. I'm used to it," he pouts, "all the pretty girls say no."

Pretty? You try not to make a face. You take a drink of coke. You can do it.

"I... wasn't invited," you utter.

"Ah, there's that sweet voice," he leans forward on his elbows. "Well, babe, I'm inviting you. So how about it?"

You stare back at him. Again. Boy, he’s going to think you’re real dumb. You purse your lips and nod. Why not? You’ve been looking for friends. This isn’t going to be high school all over again.

Well, you can start by wearing something a little less... schlubby to this party.

He smiles and slaps the table, “see, I knew when I looked at you that you were the one. Here, I’ll get your number and send you the details.”

You take your phone out and hand it over. The case is scuffed and tan. It’s not sparkly like the ones you’ve seen in the manicured hands of the other girls on campus. He doesn’t seem to notice as he types with his wide thumbs. He gives it back and sends you another wink.

“See ya tonight, Aubby,” he stands. “I gotta make sure there’s enough drinks so can’t stick around.” He bends to pick up his bag. “You’re not gonna stand me up, are ya?” You shake your head once more. He grins and snaps his fingers. “Later.”

As he leaves, your eyes wander around the cafeteria. You see a girl in grey converse and a hoodie kinda like yours. She’s not watching where she’s going. She walks right into a man in a suit, her coffee spilling across his back. He rears on her as you watch on as a silent witness.

He snarls and she babbles back. He stalks off angrily and she stands there blankly. She forgets almost immediately as she looks at the container in her hand. She’s the first girl you’ve seen that doesn’t make you want to hide.

You get up and grab some napkins on your way over. You approach her as her coffee drips down her hand. You offer it quietly and she flinches as she notices.

“Oh, jeez, thanks,” she chuckles. “Can ya hold this for me?” You nod and take her container. She balances the coffee as she wipes the side and her fingers. “I’m fucking idiot sometimes. I was so focus on the noodles.” Her eyes skitter around, “shit fuck, this place is crowded, huh?”

She looks at you as she crumples the napkin and reaches out. You hand over the container. She narrows her eyes.

“Quiet, huh? Well, shit, I just can’t stop talking,” she tuts.

“Um...” you swallow tightly. “I got a table...” you point back to where you left your stuff.

She tilts her head, “thanks, that’s nice but... okay. I guess things can’t get any worse.”

You perk up and turn around to lead the way. If you can get a few more words out, you might just be able to call it a successful day.

“I’m Ash, by the way,” she says as she sets her things down and you sit across from her.

“Auburn,” you return.

“Ash and Auburn. One more and we could be musketeers or something,” she kids as she settles in.

#colin shea #rafe cameron #dark colin shea #dark!colin shea #colin shea x reader #rafe cameron x reader #dark rafe cameron #dark!rafe cameron #drabble #series #the outer banks #obx #what's your number #au #professor au #smile like you mean it

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gummygoatgalaxy · 4 months ago

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Undertale/Ducktales Crossover au

Ok so ive been replaying Undertale with my friendos and i had an idea

What about an au where Undertale monsters exist under Mt Ebott in the Ducktales world and the kiddos fall down instead of Frisk?? Also, since monsters exist in Ducktales, imma make the Mt Ebott monsters a special type of monster called a Delta Monster (ya know cuz the Deltarune??)

Another thing is i gave each kiddo a soul type based on their personality and not their signature color. Dewey gets Orange which stands for Bravery. Louie gets Light Blue cuz its Patience. Huey gets Blue for Integrity. And Webby get Red for Determination and is the one with Frisk's abilities! Also i added the armor that you get in Undertale on them. Choice of armor is picked cuz each armor piece relates to a soul type/color.

Anyway im probs gonna draw this a bunch, so feel free to ask questions!!

seriously, please ask questions

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therocketeer0501 · 10 days ago

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Emptiness Machine

Transformers X Mech Pilot AU

Author notes: (Wowza I didn’t expect such a positive reaction to my nonsense! Here is a blurb to test the waters. See what y’all think! Let me know if you want more. 👀)

TW: (needle mentioned briefly, mention of alcohol to describe a feeling, reader cusses a little bit.)

Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you only half hear the blaring alarm. You stare at the ceiling for moment, trying to get your brain to wake up enough to process the announcement over the loudspeaker.

“Decepticon activity coordinates delta seven, bearing nine. Threat level Magenta. Pilot SERAPHIM to the launch bay.”

The words repeated as the red overhead lights flashed. No one could sleep through this, you thought as you rolled out of your cot. Feet hitting the cold floor you let your training take over. Autopilot was the only way to operate on days like this. Despite not being out late or having anything to drink the night before, you felt hungover and woozy. The Energon micro-infusions you and the other pilots received must be to blame. Donning your pilot gear and clicking your mask into place you finally start to feel whole again. Being outside of your mech felt like hell. Exposed like a nerve and vulnerable. Feeling so small, you shake your head trying to figure out how you ever lived without that soul connection to your machinery.

You grab your communicator, linking it to your headset and running out the door. Hallways bustled and noise reverberated through the massive metal building as soldiers and Autobots alike made their way around the base. You dodged around giant peds, apologizing when you almost knock right into Hound. The bot putting up his hands and giving a startled whoa as you bolt towards the hangar doors. This was home. The metallic smell of oil and energon hit you as you ran up the ramp to your mech. She was beautiful. Orange and teal accents over ivory plating. The wing and eye insignia on her shoulder alongside tally marks of all the victories you had won. Her optics offline and her lines hooked up to refuel, she looked lifeless. An empty machine.

You smiled remembering the first time you had met a Cybertronian. They were appalled to learn that the mechs they fought alongside weren’t Cybertronian, but were in fact piloted by humans. The bots now compared you to a spark within your mech, your consciousness becoming that of the metal behemoth you piloted. You yelled a greeting to your launch officer as he walked through the protocols and commands before helping you into the chest of your mech. Settling yourself into the gel seat made just for you, you feel the sting of the needle inserted into the back of your neck. Your eyes roll back and the familiar sensation of falling tugs at your limbs. The micro amounts of energon in your bloodstream prickle as your nerves switch to feeling cold.

Optics coming online and flickering as your consciousness links up with your mech. Your servos twitch, testing your movement slowly via the launch officer’s commands. Rolling your shoulders as the energy lines disconnect and the link is complete. The HUD is always a bit disorienting, vitals and stats crowding your vision as it adjusts. The tiny body your consciousness left is nestled snug in your chest. You reach for your weapon where it was leaned, charging next to the bay. A familiar voice to your right makes you turn.

“Ready there Sera?” Your vocal apparatus crackles to life as you reply.

“Had to get my bearings Bee. Consciousness transfer never gets easier.” Energy thrums through your lines and you feel whole once more. You worked alongside the Bumblebee as a fellow scout. Your mech being a lighter class helped with the stealth aspect of intelligence gathering. Most of the other pilots were male, making you one of the few female pilots to survive the initial testing. You felt proud of your accomplishments since the war for energon began.

“What is our mark.” You ask following the yellow bot out onto the launchpad. A ground bridge was already open and humming ominously. He had an alt mode but you didn’t, your mech not able to transform. Using a ground bridge was the only way to get your mech anywhere far away fast. It wasn’t your favorite way of travel, personally you favored the jump jets your mech was equipped with. Something about soaring through the sky was the most liberating feeling you had ever experienced.

“We’ve got a high level threat. At least three cons attacked one of our mines in Australia. I heard Shockwave had some dangerous experiment. We’ve gotta do some reconnaissance before we go take it back.” He smirked before shoving at your shoulder making you stumble a bit. “Try to keep up this time.” You smile at him as he disappears into the swirling light. Something about this mission seemed off. Everyone seemed a little too stoic for this to be a routine take back. Shrugging off the seed of doubt you lift your ion cannon and mount it to your shoulder. Calibrating your weapons and getting ready for whatever fresh hell awaited you.

#transformers #decepticons #autobots #fanfic #reader insert #reader fanfiction #transfomers #transformers x reader #transformers fanfiction #mecha au #mech pilot #drabble

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scribf1nite · 3 months ago

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Delta falls AU

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omg me just realizing that with a different branch there would be someone new in rhonda and someone new during the fight scene to watch branch's brothers admit they plan on abandoning branch (again) i don't imagine that it would go well in any au but if there was barb, delta, or even prince D omg i really wanna get your take one how they would react to the jd with jd being like "you didn't thing we would stick together roasting mashmellows did you?" or something like that. i understand you probably can't do barb's reaction but could you still do the rest?

I cannot share Barb or [Redacted] or [Redacted]'s reactions but allow me to share some others.

Country AU: Delta Dawn - They should be very afraid in this moment. The only reason they were not obliterated on sight is because Branch was upset and that is more important than making a set of BroZone shaped rugs for the homestead.

Techno AU: Trollex - He was similarly shocked like Branch. His face falls and he and Branch both say 'What?' He cannot comprehend the fact they have 0 interest in reconnecting with Branch. Family is one of the cornerstones of Techno culture. Peace Love Unity Respect were NOT found in that bus.

Classical AU: Dante - He's not surprised, but he is disappointed. Dante has a brother, one he would cross blazing infernos and frigid tundras for. So to not even want to spend five minutes together past the threat of death is... baffling.

Funk AU: Prince D - He's so disappointed and angry on Branch's behalf. His parents did everything they could to find his brother, and did what they could in his best interest. But to just leave Branch again for no reason other than they didn't care? And to mock him for hoping otherwise? Cold blooded.

#sibblings qna #sibblings au #classical branch au #funk branch au #country branch au #techno branch au #trolls branch #brozone #delta dawn #king trollex #dante crescendo #prince darnell #prince d trolls

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a-gil-rebel · 17 days ago

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I have... a bit of an embarrassing amount of Overlords AU fanart queued up (and more in the sketch phase). Sorry @aeli-tan-art edit: Also tagging @overlords-au as they just added that sideblog today! (My hyperfixation is well fed)

I'm obsessed w your guys.

Here's Dee and Liam at the grocery store. Usually, Liam likes to be around Dee's neck, and I doubt he'd actually fall asleep in public, but for this idea I had, he just decided piercing himself on Dee and getting to dangle all limp would be comfiest, I suppose

In the first panel where the handwriting switches from Red to Green, its Dee mimicking Ron's accent while trying to remember what he's supposed to be picking up.

I think this ends with him bringing home Butter but Ron specifically asked for Crisco 😂

(Also do you like gift writing too? I like warming up by turning your comics / lore into 2-3k blurbs, borrowing your dialogue and adding what I think happened before and after, these guys just live in my brain rent-free and sometimes thats the only way I get some peace 😂 lmk if you'd be interested in seeing your comics in a different media I guess?? I just write it for me but I thought I'd offer haha)

Description and text in Alt ID and below cut because my handwriting isn't always legible

A four panel comic about the Overlords AU characters Dee and Liam getting groceries. The background throughout the comic is abstracts of shelves of the dairy section in the grocery store.

Panel 1 starts top left and has Dee holding a block of butter while Liam hangs off his ear in his snake form. A generic grey figure is looking over their shoulder at them with a question mark next to their head

Dee Text: Did Ronnie ask for Margarine or Butter? (the text for Margarine and Butter green to depict he's mimicking his husband's Appalachian accent)

Panel 2 has the same characters from another angle

Grey Figure Text: Oh! I love your worm on a string earring!

Panel 3 spans the middle of the comic and is a shoulders-up shot of Dee in confusion, then pleasant surprise, tilting his head left, then upright. The Grey Figure is off-screen.

Dee Text: My what? Oh! Why thank you, his name is Liam

Grey Figure Text: How Cute!

A speech bubble interrupts the 3rd and 4th panel

Liam Text: Huh? What?

Panel 4 has Dee reaching up to give Liam scritches, who wraps his tail around his hand.

Dee Text: Oh nothing, my dear Lima-Bean. Let's get you home, sleepyhead.

End of Comic

#rare find : art #gravity falls #gravity falls au #Overlords AU #Delta Pines Hadron McGucket #Liam #Dee

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thinking about teasing lip bc he’s a short king but he gets mad and manhandles you LOL

omfg this.

esp with the fwb / best friends au. like picture this:

you and lip are now crossing from best friends to fwb territory, but it's messy (ofc). he likes you, you like him, you both don't know how to navigate it so instead... you just don't speak on it.

you're at a party. maybe you're purposefully flirting with another guy. maybe you're wanting to make lip jealous. maybe he's already made you jealous flirting with some sorority girl, so you're just returning the favor. you're up against some athlete douchebag. tall, big, a total cocky asshole, but lip is furious. you can tell by the way he's glaring at you.

you're touchy, giggly and silly, flirting with this guy until he starts to take you upstairs. lip's not letting that happen.

instead, he's grabbing you before you can go, muttering something about "needing to go" before he's dragging you out the party.

"the fuck's the matter with you?" lip huffs, his grip on your forearm, hauling you towards your apartment.

"what?" you play dumb. "you were with your little delta girl. i can't have any fun?"

lip's jaw sets. "probably just saved you from whatever fuckin' disease he has. you don't even like that guy."

"how do you know?" you challenge. lip doesn't reply. you can feel he's close to snapping, so you decide to push it. why not? "i like him a lot actually."

lip scoffs. "sure. don't piss me off-"

"-'m being serious. he's cute, and funny, and tall." your lips curl when you say the word, watching lip's face fall slightly. "he's so big. you know i like big guys."

lip's lip twitches, eyes hard when they look at you. the way you bounce on your toes, like you're excited he's about to lose his shit on you. "yeah, i know you do." lip tries to come off as cocky, but it just falls flat. sounds more like insecure.

"no, i mean a real big guy." you purr, your steps stumbling when lip stops, glaring at you under the streetlight. "someone who can actually throw me around. be a little rough."

"yeah? that's what you fuckin' want?" lip's voice is gravelly through clenched teeth. you nod, biting at your lower lip. "you think i can't do that?"

you laugh, mean and mocking. it make's lip's grip tighten enough to have you squirming, aching in need. "you never have before." you tilt your head. challenging. "don't think you can."

lip nods, tongue running over his teeth before he's hauling you into your apartment. you spend the night being flung from one position to the next, the mean side of lip coming through, shattering your tough bratty exterior until you're sobbing on his cock, begging him to let you cum.

#thebearer #lip gallagher #lip gallagher smut #lip gallagher best friend au series #lip gallagher x best friend!reader #brat tamer! lip gallagher x brat!reader #brat tamer! lip gallagher #lip gallagher x you smut #lip gallagher x fem!reader #lip gallagher x female reader #lip gallagher x you #lip x you #shameless #thebearerblurbs #lip gallagher blurb

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demxters · 1 year ago

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—LOVING YOU IS TREACHEROUS

frat!jake seresin x f!reader

dagger squad college!au

summary: jake realizes there's more to his feelings for you than just pure attraction or the moment jake realizes he's falling in love

wc: 1.7k

warning(s): 18+, fem!reader, no y/n (reader goes by nickname ace), a little angst, swearing, bad parental relationships, mentions of vomiting, and drinking

part of the loving you universe || find it on ao3 here

FEEDBACK, COMMENTS, AND REBLOGS ARE ENCOURAGED AND APPRECIATED!

Things are different now. You are different now. Not in a bad way, you suppose. Just different. You’re more social, more outgoing, you feel more at peace with yourself. To think that it’s all because of a group project.

Never would you have thought that a randomized group project would lead you to your newfound friends. Never would you have thought they would be Frat boys. Bradley Bradshaw and Jake Seresin somehow wormed their way into your little friend group, bringing Javy Machado and Reuben Fitch with them. Suddenly, your little group of five became nine. You used to think you’d hate it, but now you wouldn’t have things any other way.

Even Jake Seresin, who you found absolutely infuriating, added something to the dynamic of the group. Despite your clear distaste for him, it just wouldn’t be the same without him.

You couldn’t explain it, but you felt complete. Had you told yourself five months ago that you’d become friends with Delta Chi’s most notorious you would have laughed in your own face. Never, in a million years, did you think that would ever happen. Yet here you were, spending your Saturday night in your apartment playing board games and drinking (they were drinking, you were supervising) with your expanded group.

“I call bullshit! That’s a hit!” Javy drunkenly slurs at Bob who holds his hands up with clear offense.

Bob pushes his glasses up the slope of his nose. His flushed skin and pink tipped ears are a tell tale sign that he is intoxicated. “Is not!”

Javy shakes his head vigorously. “Is to! Let me see that,” he clumsily reaches over towards Bob’s Battleship board. Javy’s lack of coordination sends the board flying, along with the rain of tiny red and white playing pieces that scatter across the living room.

The room erupts in a chorus of shouts and groans upon the inevitable clean up of the game and you sigh from your place on the couch. “I think that’s enough of that for tonight.” You wipe your palms on the fabric of your pants before bringing yourself to a stand.

Carefully maneuvering around your friends who are now scattered all across the room picking up little red and white bullets, you gather the last of stray cups of alcohol that was left on the coffee table.

“Hey!” Bradley catches sight of you whisking away their stash for the night.

“Nope, no more drinks for tonight.” Bradley opens his mouth in protest as you continue, “Unless you want to spend the rest of the night cleaning the apartment of the mess you guys made.”

The pointed look you give him makes his mouth snap shut and he sends you a mock salute before clumsily going back to picking up stray playing pieces.

“Thank you,” you chide, sauntering over to the kitchen. You laugh at the sound of your friends’ overlapping chatter and Natasha’s mothering as she commands the boys to quit stalling and clean.

There was no denying that your apartment was loud. Louder than it should be for ten o’clock at night. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care about quieting your friends down. You’ve spent so long living in silence that you embrace the sounds of joy and laughter that surround you.

Silence isn’t unfamiliar to you. You grew up as an only child in a big house with emotionally absent parents. Silence was the only thing you ever knew. Then it wasn’t.

You found a new home, a new family. One you wouldn’t give up for anything.

You were too deep in your own musings to notice the faint footsteps creeping up behind you.

“You missed a few,” a deep voice from behind you makes your heart jump.

You almost drop the cups in your hand as you spin on your heel to see Jake Seresin standing in front of you with a few more glasses in hand.

Your shoulders drop from your ears once you get a hold of your surroundings. “Geez, Seresin! You almost scared me half to death.”

He winces at your wide eyes, biting his bottom lip to stifle the smile that threatens to cross his face. “Sorry,” he shrugs, stepping in front of you to place the cups on the counter behind you.

You’re unsure whether or not he decided to step into your space intentionally. Either way, he was close enough for your chests to touch. The thought set your cheeks on fire, causing you to shove his arm away with a scoff. “Ever heard of personal space, Hangman?”

Rather than the witty retort you were expecting out of him, Jake mumbles a soft apology before stepping back to keep an arm's length between you two.

The silence that follows is unsettling. You realize that you have never been alone with Jake for longer than a few minutes at a time. When you were working on the group project together, Bradley was always around. The one time you tried to help him study for his American History final, you fell asleep halfway into your study session, cutting it short. For some reason you didn’t know how to act around him in any way other than hostile.

You were glad he fought you back with just as much fire. It kept the strange feelings in your stomach at bay.

The way he was looking at you now, however, this was different from the Jake you were so used to seeing. There was no puff to his chest or arrogance in his gaze. Only softness and dare you say, ease in his posture.

“They’re showing the Twilight movies at the theaters this weekend if you were interested in going,” Jake breaks the silence.

It takes you a moment to comprehend what he’s saying or to even realize that he’s talking to you. You thought Natasha must have stumbled her way into the kitchen but you glanced around to see no one but you two still there. You could no longer hear the noise being made by your friends in the living room. It was like all your senses had suddenly attuned to the man in front of you. The only thing you were aware of was him. You stutter embarrassingly over your words as you respond. “Oh, you mean wi–with you?”

Jake’s eyes grow wide before he shakes his head. “No, well, yeah if you want to. I wasn’t trying to imply that you should go with me or anything. You could go with anyone you want. Doesn’t have to be me, I just thought that you’d like to know since you’re such a huge fan of the series.”

Jake wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole right now. Smooth, Seresin, he scolds himself. Just when he thought he might have been reaching some middle ground with you, he had to go and make it weird by making you think he was asking you out. Not that he was opposed to the idea, rather that he wanted to ask you out the right way. Not while he was slightly tipsy in your kitchen.

Your lips twitch unexpectedly, pulling upwards at the corners. There was something about seeing this side of Jake Seresin–the nervous, rambly side of him– that you found endearing. You preferred him more than the cocky, self centered frat boy he usually was. “How did you know I like the Twilight series?”

He shrugs nonchalantly, a proud smile over taking his worried features. “You aren’t the only one who pays attention to things, Ace.”

You put your hands up in surrender with light laughter, shaking your head softly. “Sorry, I’m just surprised that Jake Seresin pays attention to things other than sorority girls and himself.”

“I pay attention to you,” the words just almost fall from his lips. Instead what comes out is, “And football. I pay attention to football too.”

You snort, crossing your arms across your chest with a smirk. “Right, sorority girls, yourself, and the Dallas Cowboys.”

“You got it, sweetheart,” he winks.

The corner of his mouth lifts slightly when he winks and you find it absolutely amusing. A small fit of giggles erupt from you causing him to tilt his head with confusion.

“What’s so funny, Ace?” he questions with his hands on his hips.

His own lips quirk up as he tries not to laugh, finding your own incredibly contagious. That and he couldn’t help but think of just how much he loved seeing you this way. So open and carefree.

Love. That isn’t the first time the word has popped into Jake’s head when he thought of you. It was, however, the first time he truly welcomed the thought.

It wasn’t like in the movies, where the main character has this big revelation that they're in love. Rather, it slowly crept up on him. Always being in the back of his mind, but never clear enough for him to make out what it was exactly he was feeling.

But things have changed lately, he has changed. You made him want to be better.

You two weren’t close, far from it actually. But he wants to get close to you. He wants to be someone worth your time. He wants to be able to have more moments like this with you.

He was willing to prove that he was no longer the immature playboy you think he is.

The question is on the tip of his tongue. Maybe he should just take this as an opportunity to ask you out. He opens his mouth, ready to take the leap when—

“Bradley!” Natasha shouts from the living room. “Ace, can you grab the Clorox? Bradley just threw up on the floor!”

Mickey moans, “I think I might be next!”

You curse under your breath sending Jake a look he reciprocated with a tired sigh.

“Well, looks like we’re on babysitting duty,” you weakly smile.

He nods halfheartedly, watching you grab the wipes before hurrying out to the living room. His chest physically hurt as he watched you walk away. He was so close. However, he knew his feelings would have to wait.

The old Jake didn’t do commitment or girlfriends. The old Jake didn’t fall in love.

The new Jake was falling hard, and he was falling fast. He had a feeling things were only going to get more complicated from here. He doesn’t mind it, though. In fact, he kind of likes it.

a/n: i genuinely feel like not many people read my work on here anymore but i've missed these two so much i had to post. as usual, if you made it this far, my inbox is always open and thank you for reading! :D

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