#Martin Clark

[dinnickhowellslikes]

The VJ visuals for the Dusk + Blackdown song The Drumz of Nagano, by myself, Jonathan Howells. This was created as one of a series of stage visuals for Dusk + Blackdown's live tour called Margins Music (named after the album of the same name) way back in 2010, which I performed live as the songs progressed. The fun thing about these visual sequences, is that they weren't just 'hit play''. As I said above, I actually "performed" these visuals (well, some parts) along with the live band that was performing the songs. I had 2 VJ decks (Pioneer DVJ-1000), so I could cue every other track's visuals. And these decks actually had turn tables on top, allowing me to "scratch" the visuals! I had a lot of fun with this, because while most of the visuals were painstakingly prepared ahead of time (read: months of work), there were a few sections where I could improvise, and play around with these super cool decks. So I could mess with time, repetition, and controlling forward/reverse playback of my own visuals, very precisely, as much as I pleased. Was amazing. We had a n MC called Trim turn up (rather late) for one of the shows and I reprised one of the visual sequences that featured an enormous mouth. I scratched the mouth open and closed, back and forth, along with Trim rhyming on stage - sick.

Below are a couple of frames or that mouth. And further down, there's a shot of Trim performing during this very moment, but we can't see the screen (damn!)

The original videos were all made in SD (Standard Definitions) so pretty small and low-res. This Drumz of Nagano video has been up-rezed using the amazing Topaz Labs Video AI. It did an amazing job of interpreting the slightly fuzzy original, that was created with old film footage that was also probably SD. Topaz has enlarged it cleanly, making a few slightly weird AI guesses at what's what, but it's also given it an almost painterly quality, that I think I like. I added some film grain to soften it all a bit.

While this and the other videos from the time are almost 15 years old, I recently decided to take another look at them, and to my surprise, I still kinda dig them! Unfortunately, I can't find all of them - only a few. They must be on a hard drive somewhere, and I will try to uncover them, and Topaz them all up to HD or 4K.

Here's a pic of me performing on the VJ decks with one of the visuals (not this song) in the background on the screen.

Here's a review someone did of one of our shows and a few more photos from the shows, the first ones showing my monitoring of the video decks.

[hellothereimaloser]

The Breakfast Club or... The Ghost Club? 😱😱😱 Jk jk Bros im too deep tho 😔 I fear I won't be able to make it to March cause I NEED ALL EPISODES NOW

[talesfromthebookdragon]

Mystery Monday

5 Flames Good Evening My Fellow Book Dragons, Our tale this evening came in the form of a Plinko Chip ..you remember that game show? The Price is Right? Yeah, one of those. As I turned it in my claws, it suddenly shot out and across the room.. bouncing and ricocheting off various things, mainly my crime fiction section of the library. This is first-time Dragon Feeder Martin Clark’s “The Plinko…

[solarismoons]

tiktok comments i think school spirits characters would use

[foreingersgod]

this…can’t be real wtf 😭

[delusional-day-dreamer]

Sleepy Girl - p.b.

‣ paige bueckers x gf reader!

‣ wc: 2k of smut 😛

‣‣ synopsis: waking up in the morning horny and ur girlfriend is right there tbh (ending is kinda rushed and the fic is not yet edited so please bear with me)

‣‣‣ a/n: hey guys... i know i completely ghosted this app for a good while but thank you for all the support even while i was MIA. this idea came to me at 11pm on vacation and i figured i should grind it out and make a return. i have a lot of drafts and ideas i came up with but no idea if i'll be able to write them all. in the meantime enjoy and happy holidays!

The warm sunlight spilling in to your bedroom and directly onto your face from the small gap in your curtains seemed to have it out against you.

It was one of the incredibly rare weekends of the season, where your girlfriend, Paige, didn’t have morning practice, lifting, or any PT sessions for residual pain after coming back home late from a basketball game (UConn won, obviously) and the two of you planned to make the most of it.

Having been in a relationship for almost a year now, the two of you had gotten to know each other pretty well over time. From working with the basketball team as a photographer to sharing a class with Paige, to running into each other literally everywhere every single day, metaphorically and physically, the universe seemed to have an intricate plan to bring the two of you together. And with such insistent force, who were the two of you to rebel?

The past ten months dating Paige had been a small roller coaster, the days spent together blissfully were obviously accompanied by the occasional argument of time management or messy rooms or even slight jealousy, but it was nothing the two of you couldn’t work through.

And of course, it was all accompanied by the mind blowing sex you couldn’t stop having. Bent over the kitchen counter, in the shower, in the living room, standing up, from the back, you name it.

But, there was one thing you and Paige had discussed exploring, but never gotten the chance to pursue, and it seemed like this morning was the perfect chance to test it out.

Depending on who woke up first, the two of you often liked to wake the other up with gentle kisses, roaming hands, and sweet nothings. But your synced ovulation cycles brought on a new possibility: morning head.

Although the concept of fucking your girlfriend while she was asleep seemed… well, odd to say the least, the two of you had discussed consent extremely thoroughly, and you weren’t going to sit (or lay in this instance) here and pretend that the sight of Paige laying in your bed right now wasn’t actively turning you on.

She had come to your off campus apartment immediately after her game at XL center and crashed pretty fast, only stopping to shower change into an old, oversized yet cropped off the shoulder sweatshirt of yours and a pair of boxers she left in your drawers.

Currently, she was conveniently splayed out on her back, her left arm stretched above her head raised the hem of your sweatshirt upwards, exposing the curve of her chest and the slightest glimpse of her pink nipples, which were already slightly peaked from the cold air radiating from your fan.

It didn’t take long for you to make up your mind, softly crawling over to rest in between her legs as you leaned over her sleeping figure, using your left hand to gently lift the fabric over her perky tits, exposing her creamy skin to you. You slowly peppered kisses on her boobs, not wanting to create too much stimulation that would wake her before you got to the more exciting part. Although, you weren’t sure you would have to worry about that. Paige could sleep through a hurricane if she was tired enough.

You nipped and sucked at her chest, making sure to pay special attention to her nipples before beginning your descent down her toned abs, bringing your hands to rub at her thighs simultaneously.

Paige groaned softly in her sleep, unconsciously spreading her legs out wider as your fingers danced over the waistband of her boxers.

Deciding that there was no reason to be a tease, especially with the growing ache in between your own legs, you hooked your fingers in her boxers and pulled them downwards, being extremely careful when taking them off her body fully and throwing them off into a corner of your room.

You shift lower, aligning your face with Paige’s already wet cunt as you grip her thighs and blow into her folds lightly, gently arousing her.

You start softly, small kisses and hickeys leading inwards before you finally allow your tongue to lick a long stripe from her entrance up to the sensitive bundle of nerves that made her breath slightly hitch.

Even in her sleep, Paige’s body was actively reacting to the growing pleasure as you circled her clit with your tongue and hummed into her, sending shockwaves running through her body, legs spreading, mouth dropping open with low moans, and back arching.

And yet, she was still asleep. You had no interest in waking her up forcefully, it would defeat the whole purpose of morning head. So, you dutifully detached your lips from her clit, opting to replace it with your thumb as you run your fingers through the slick she had accumulated before inserting your middle finger into her, curling it upwards in the way you knew she loved, which seemed to do the trick.

Her eyes began to flutter open the moment you added in your ring finger, mouth dropping with a groan as her right hand reaches out to cup the side of your face.

"Good morning," you rasp out, your breath hot against her sensitive cunt as you smirk at the already fucked out expression on her face.

"Fuck baby, God I didn’t think it would be this good when we talked about-”

Her sleepy whines were cut off with another loud moan as you reattached your lips to her clit, pressing into her g-spot with your fingers while simultaneously sucking her clit, small laughs vibrating through her core as you watched her body shudder at your actions. Her hand immediately moved up to your scalp, placing a firm grip in your head as she secured your spot deep between her legs, anchoring you in place.

"Aw shit ma, fuck you're so good at that, right there just like that, such a good fucking girl for me, don't stop mama you're gonna make me cum," her breathless rambles were endless as she used her left hand to play with her already exposed nipples.

The added stimulation pushed her closer to the edge, and it wasn't long before her muscular thighs began to shake around your head, closing around the sides of your face as she began to grind her hips into your mouth, chasing every second of her orgasm as her mouth hung open with cries.

She eventually let up after you finished licking her clean, even making a show of pulling your fingers out of her and sucking her juices off of them. Her gaze darkens as she pulls you up and over her body once again, capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

She nips at your bottom lip before pulling away, feigning annoyance in her tone. "As much as I loved the little stunt you pulled just now, shit pissed me off too. Brought this up in the first place cause I wanted to surprise you."

"Actin' like it's that big of a deal P, you can just do it a different morning," you teased, hand running up and down her side.

"Mm, whatever. All I care about right now is gettin' you right ma," she mumbles against your lips, reconnecting your lips as she slips her tongue into your mouth, grabbing your ass and rolling your hips into her at the same time.

"Nuh uh, it's your day to pillow princess. Lemme spoil you a little bit. You're still tired and sore from your game yeah? Besides, I have a better idea," you insisted, rising up and straddling her waist.

You shoved your sweater off her body before Paige's large hands pulled your grey tank top up and over your head, tossing it somewhere either of you couldn't be bothered to check. Her hand pressed into your mid back, forcing you to arch over her, conveniently placing your perky tits right over her mouth.

Her teeth scraped against your stiff peaks as her other hand, which had quickly returned to its place resting on your ass, began rocking your hips back and forth over her abs, drawing out deep sighs of pleasure from the multiple sources of friction and stimulation.

"Fuck Paige," you whined out, "why you gotta make it so hard for me to take care of you sometimes," you half-heartedly reprimanded, pinching her nipple roughly as you tore yourself away from her, shimmying your basically non-existent thong off as you resettled yourself in between her legs.

"Crawl up to the headboard," you demanded, raising your eyebrow at her inquisitive expression.

"Please," you added in with a soft pout, satisfied when she complied with your request. You eagerly followed her body, stationing your hands on her shoulders as you draped your right leg over her left, maneuvering her right in order to rest over your own left before gently lowering yourself down, hissing the moment your cores met.

You rolled your hips forward tentatively, moving your left hand down to Paige's right thigh while you sank forward, circling your other arm around her neck as you moaned against her lips.

The kiss was a needy, open mouthed mess of saliva and moans as you continued to roll your hips into Paige's with the help of her guiding hands, shocks of pleasure licking your spine every time your clits aligned.

As you approached closer to your orgasm, your head tipped back, mouth hung open with desperate, borderline pornographic whines constantly spilling out, impairing your ability to kiss Paige back. Though, she would never complain and simply kept her mouth busy by sucking hickeys along your neck and chest, whispering filthy words of encouragement into your skin.

"My girl's such a slut for me, huh? Riding me so good, pussy so wet she's dripping all over me, 's basically crying for me ma. You like that?"

Her gravely voice added to the fuzzy feeling that had taken over your brain, driven only by the tight coil threatening to snap any second in your belly. From the feeling of yours and Paige's warm slickness coating your entire cunt, to the deep throbbing you clit was experiencing.

You moved your left hand from Paige's thigh up to the headboard, using it to grind down harder against Paige's center, and the pressure on your clits had moans ringing out from both of you.

"God, Paige. So close baby, fuck I'm so close," you whined near incoherently, eyes screwed shut from the way your entire body was on fire, on the edge of immense pleasure.

She moved her mouth to the sweet spot behind your ear, nipping at the skin as she her fingers deftly began tweaking your nipples. "Cum for baby, give it to me. Please need it so bad."

You cry out as a freight train of an orgasm hits you, Paige's words and hands sending you over the edge, and the sight of you coming undone, not to mention the sounds you were letting out, left Paige no choice but to follow your lead.

Your body shuddered against hers, the pleasure slowly washing over you, leaving you breathless and extremely sensitive. You untangled your legs from Paige, collapsing on the bed next to her and pulling her down with you.

You kissed her sweetly, intimately, a far cry from the sex you were just having.

"I love you so much you know that?" You muttered against Paige's lips, cracking your eyes open to see the lazy smile set on her face.

"I love you too, even though I'm pissed you stole my surprise," she whispered defiantly.

"What you don't think those two orgasms made up for it? We can go for round two if you really insist," you smirked, knowing that there was no way your body could handle another orgasm immediately.

Before she can even answer, your stomach growled loudly, inciting loud laughter from both of you.

"How about we take care of that first yeah? We can go for round two in the shower after breakfast," she responded slyly, pulling you up and out of bed with her to get dressed and have breakfast together. To you, nothing in the world could beat mornings like these with Paige.

[strawbyarts]

guess who watched school spirits

[deadmockin]

group shot!!! 💖📷

[greycoffee]

Although School Spirits is rated as TV-M, it isn't too graphic or dark in certain aspects (except for the obvious death/murder). It's considered a supernatural teen drama, but can you imagine if there was a darker aspect to the spirits' deaths? the little things from each of their deaths that linger with them in limbo?

On the rare occasions when Wally's quiet, people can hear the sound of bone grinding against bone when he swivels his head.

Sometimes Charley speaks with a rasp, his voice laced with a wheeze like he can't really breathe.

Rhonda will occasionally bleed from her head, the fabric of her hat dented and matted with a dark spot. Don't stand too close, you might see the bruising underneath her turtleneck that eerily looks like a hand.

The smell of smoke, singed hair, and skin linger around Mr. Martin and Janet. There are times when they don't speak much, their throat itchy and tired from coughing due to smoke inhalation. Blink and you might miss the pink rashes and blisters that appear on their skin.

Periodically, Quinn and the band kids have road-rashed band uniforms, their instruments bent/dented, and shards of glass embedded in their skin and clothes.

This one's more lighthearted: The sound and faint feeling of buzzing grow the closer you stand next to Dawn. If given the chance, she can shock the other ghosts by poking them; she giggles when they flinch.

Will revisit when Yuri's death is revealed :(

[nogistallen]

oh sweet xavier. getting the good ol’ steve harrington treatment. worst most hatable character ever to loveable pathetic loser in a matter of episodes

[cinematicnomad]

9-1-1 ▸ buck's on-screen first kisses

[y2kas13]

Can She Stay? (Paige B. x reader)

Paige b. x dads best friend's daughter!reader

Summary: Paige goes with her dad to his best friend's house meets his daughter and quickly becomes close.

cw: fluff, rizzler paige lol, spicy but no smut, reader isn't given a set race or weight just mentions of curly hair and being on the 'thicker side' but nothing too defining y/n used srry

a/n: (I wrote this months ago and never knew how to finish so I’m gonna post it how it is if you wnat a continuation I definitely will) I'm actually from and live in CT so I'm gonna use the name of a college from here for realism its not important tho so don't worry lol thank you for tuning in to my poll for those who interacted this is technically my 2nd fic on Tumblr but my other one sucked and flopped 😭 so hopefully this is better. I appreciate interaction!

Paige was a go-getter, constantly up and running ready to take on the day and do what needed to be done.

Needless to say, she didn't want to get out of bed and go with her dad to sit around and listen to old dad jokes for the next few hours.

She loves her dad, but after weeks of training and hard work, she wants to mindlessly scroll on her phone and eat some well-deserved junk food.

"Come on Paige it'll be fun I promise it'll be worth your while. watch you'll have so much fun you won't wanna leave! now come on Paige!" Hearing her dad have so much enthusiasm trumps her feelings of wanting to stay home. She changes out of her pajamas into black loose-fitting sweatpants and a white crop-top she puts her slides on and gets in her dad's car and falls asleep.

Feeling the car come to a stop makes her open her eyes and see that they are presumably at her dad's friend's house. She rubs her eyes and stretches to wake her up. She hops out of the car and walks up to the door after her dad.

Before her dad can even finish knocking a man who looks the same age as her dad opens the door. "Bob! there you are old timer hurry up the game is coming on." He ushers them in and both Paige and her dad hurry inside.

Paige takes in the living room while her dad and his friend playfully banter with each other. Before Paige can open her mouth to say anything she hears soft footsteps coming toward the living room which causes her to look up.

"Dad, what's all that noise?"

Paige sees probably one of the prettiest girls she's seen in a while. Beautiful curly hair held out of her face by a simple headband, she's wearing a simple blue crop top similar to her own and the smallest pair of black pajama shorts she's seen in forever.

The feeling of the girl's eyes also looking her up and down causes Paige to finally stop staring and look away. "Come here baby let me introduce you!" The pretty girl steps further into the living room to stand by both dads which causes Paige to follow without even thinking. The girls' dads introduce them to each other, "This is my daughter Paigey she plays basketball at UConn she's a little star." Bob says with obvious pride in his voice which causes Paige to slightly blush and look down waving him away playfully at the nickname. This elicits a small giggle out of the girl which makes Paige smile a little harder and look up at the girl seeing that she's already looking at Paige. "This is my baby she goes to Southern and she's the student council president at her school." Pride is also evident in his words, the baby name makes the girl turn away in slight embarrassment.

The TV in the living room starts playing a loud sound alerting the dads that the game they were awaiting is finally starting so they offer that the girls should go hang out together in the girl's room. They head towards the girl's room.

"So baby huh?" Paige says with a small smirk on her lips, the name used making her laugh.

"Oh whatever Paigey," The girl rolls her eyes playfully and sits on her bed, "I have a real name you know." Paige looks around the room taking in the aesthetically pleasing room with light grey walls dark hardwood floors and posters of all her favorite shows and artists on her wall.

Paige sits down at the small dark wooded vanity now looking at the girl perched on the bed, "Care to share then princess?" the nickname princess causes the girl to spring up and look at the blonde girl at her vanity

She shares her name with Paige to which Paige compliments.

“So student council president huh? You’re a smart girl aren’t you.” Paige says with a smirk but there’s no condensation or malice in it.

The curly haired girl nods making her curls bounce and flop in her face slightly. “Yep school has always been my thing I’ve been best at.”

Paige gets up from her vanity and walk over to the bed. She looks the curly haired girl in the eyes and moves some of the hair that fell in her face. “Maybe you should come by my school and see me do what I’m best at.”

[prettiestofpisces]

juju watkins x gf!reader

synopsis: you happen to be juju’s girlfriend and lash tech

fluff✨blurb

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

as juju’s six foot two form laid on your lash bed, you sat down in your swivel chair adjacent from the girls head.

to the right of you was your lash table which held all the materials you’d possibly need for judea.

“so how have you been baby?” you say swiftly playing with juju’s ears.

although you two were newly official, you both have such a tender spot for one another.

knowing each other, growing with each other since highschool, y’all were made incredibly close over the years.

sharing a kiss or two, prolonged cuddles… your relationship was beyond affection yet nothing contained a label at the time.

that was until senior year after learning you’d both be attending southern cal, juju decided to jump the gun. asking you to prom and later on to be her girlfriend

“mmm good…” she hums with her eyes closed.

“too many promotions, practices and flights.”

now your hands caress her cheeks yet you waited to respond.

“you just want some peace and quiet, i understand baby, keep talking to me if you’d like.”

you then alert juju you’re about to start and she, unknowingly yet conscious of something near her eyes, closed them tight without saying anymore.

you pumped a light foam soap over her lashes and began swirling it in, cleansing the hairs or anything foreign.

“what about you?” she spoke out suddenly.

“hm, well i’ve been busy with few clients, classes and missing you but!.. i watched you play kansas and saw you got roughed up” you giggled.

after said, game juju sported a subtle gash on her left cheek due to brutal play. juju never complained but you knew the mark bothered her.

“you can’t tell but i’m rolling my eyes” juju says with a wide smile, following with more banter.

you let out a final chuckle before rinsing off her eyes and proceeding.

after drying you lay tape down on her bottom lashes to secure them and a large piece for your markings and mapping.

“whispy cat eye right ju?”

“yeah ma” she responds so sweetly.

a minute passes as you’re finishing up writing little numbers across the tape you’ve placed and now you’re able to begin lashing.

pluck a singular extension, dip it in glue, place it on a single lash and wait. a simple process yet very demanding.

you hum along to the rnb tunes in the background, filling the silence and soon enough, you hear the subtle snores of the girl in front of you.

as time ticks, it’s been 45 minutes and you’re finished with the left eye moving over to her right.

Please sprout, offer me your tulips

On my fate

You gon' be my blessing tonight

So keep your eyes wide…

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

and… you’re done.

slowly lifting the tape from jujus soft skin you crumble the pieces and toss them away. her sleeping form calm and content, you kiss her cheek to wake her.

“ju… baby, i’m finished” you whisper close to her ear. once her eyes flutter open you take it upon yourself to kiss her again, this time two pecks.

juju does a quick stretch of all her joints and crains her arm back hold your face against her own. turning her head to the right she embraces you both in a kiss, an oddly awkward perpendicular kiss but one with so much passion nonetheless.

after releasing, juju takes a deep breath and lets go of you all together.

“thank you” she draws out groggily. sliding off the table as you both stand up from your still positions. her tall lengthy frame towering over you like before.

juju looking rather seductive with her new stare. you stare up at her in return admiring you work, the lashes which accentuate her eyes so nicely, making your own dilate. you couldn’t help yourself.

“you’re so pretty” you squeal before juju pulls you into her chest ever so gently. loving the feeling of comfort you tighten the hug whilst still gazing at one another.

“what are you doing tonight?” your question filled with anticipation.

“staying here with you” juju harps, her blatant statement taking you by surprise yet you were more than okay with it.

“i love when you’re around.”

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and scene.

sorry i’ve been away, sigh..

just a sophomore in college what can i say however i hope you like this little blurb, its very rushed but i just wanted to post bc postings fun.

muah.

[cinematicmasterpiece]

black christmas (1974)

[cherryvyxen]

"𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗪𝗮𝘆"

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Caitlin Clark x f! reader

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 -

Caitlin was always mine in secret, but when she kissed me in front of everyone, I knew she wasn’t hiding us anymore.

You never thought being in love with Caitlin Clark would be this hard.

Not because of her, no — she was perfect in every way. The sweetest, softest person when it was just the two of you. She loved you so openly behind closed doors that sometimes you wondered how she managed to hide it so well when you stepped out into the world.

Because no one knew. Not your friends. Not your family. Not even her closest teammates.

For six months now, you and Caitlin had been quietly, carefully, loving each other in secret. It started because she was worried — worried about what people would say, how the media would twist it, how fans would react. You understood. You really did. But as weeks turned into months, and the feelings between you grew deeper and more serious, you couldn’t help but ache to just be hers without fear.

Tonight was supposed to be one of those nights where you stood quietly on the sidelines, watching her shine, keeping your love tucked away like a secret burning in your chest.

The arena was packed, fans screaming her name, the energy vibrating through the air. You watched her from your usual spot — close enough to see every flicker of emotion on her face, far enough that no one would question why you were always there.

She was on fire. Every shot she took was perfect, every move calculated and fierce. You could see it in her eyes — that focus, that determination, but also something else. Something softer that only you knew to look for.

The game was close, but Caitlin took over in the way only she could. Three after three, pushing the team ahead. You could see her jaw set, her chest heaving as she drove to the basket and made another impossible layup, the crowd exploding in cheers.

And when the final buzzer rang, when her team took the win and she stood there, arms thrown in the air as her teammates surrounded her, lifting her up, you felt a pride so deep it made your chest hurt.

You clapped, smiling so big it felt impossible to hide, even though you knew you had to.

She was the star tonight. MVP. And yet, as she held her trophy, you noticed her looking around, scanning the crowd. Her eyes were searching — and when they landed on you, it felt like your whole world stopped moving.

It was a look only you knew. Soft, but intense. Like she was asking you for something. Like she was needing something.

You swallowed hard, glancing away, but when you looked back up, she was still staring. And then she was moving.

At first, you thought maybe she was headed toward her team or a coach, but no — Caitlin was walking straight toward you, determination in her every step.

Your heart jumped into your throat.

She reached you in seconds, ignoring everyone calling her name, every camera flashing in her face, and before you could even speak, she grabbed you by the waist and kissed you right there in front of everyone.

It was nothing like the soft kisses you shared in her apartment, when she would curl her fingers in your hair and smile against your lips.

This kiss was hungry. Desperate. Like she had been waiting too long to finally claim you.

You gasped softly, but she didn’t give you a chance to breathe, her hands holding your waist tightly like she was afraid you’d pull away. You didn’t. You couldn’t. Your fingers clung to her jersey, and you kissed her back with everything you had, pouring all the months of love and frustration and aching into that kiss.

Around you, the arena was roaring. People shouting, clapping, cameras clicking non-stop — but you didn’t hear any of it.

All you could hear was Caitlin’s shaky breath when she finally pulled back, her forehead pressed to yours, her eyes filled with something raw and vulnerable.

"Hi," she whispered, voice soft but still out of breath.

You stared at her, completely overwhelmed, heart racing so fast you thought you might pass out.

“Cait…” you breathed, but she only smiled, her hands still holding you like she wasn’t ready to let go.

“I’m done hiding,” she said suddenly, her voice stronger now. “I don’t care who knows. I don’t care what anyone says. You’re mine.”

Tears stung your eyes at her words, so full of emotion and meaning.

"I love you," she added quietly, her thumb brushing your cheek, and you could see she meant it. Like she had never meant anything more in her life.

You didn’t even realize you were crying until she kissed the tears away, soft kisses on your cheeks that made your heart ache even more.

"I love you too," you whispered shakily, and she let out a soft laugh, resting her forehead against yours again.

“I wanted to win for you,” she confessed, her arms wrapping tightly around your waist now, holding you against her chest. “I wanted to win and then finally show everyone who my girl is.”

You let out a soft, breathless laugh against her shoulder.

“Well… you definitely did that,” you whispered, and she chuckled, kissing the side of your head.

“I don’t care anymore,” she murmured. “I want everyone to know. You’ve been mine since the beginning, and I’m not hiding that for one more second.”

Your fingers gripped her jersey tighter, and she hugged you even closer, her heart pounding against yours.

“I was so scared,” you admitted quietly. “I thought we’d always have to hide.”

“Not anymore,” she promised, her voice fierce and full of love. “I’m not letting anyone make me hide you again.”

You pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes, and what you saw there — love, devotion, pride — made your breath catch all over again.

Her hands framed your face, and she smiled, wiping your tears with her thumbs.

“You’re mine,” she said softly, like a vow. “And I’m yours. Always.”

Before you could say anything else, she leaned in and kissed you again — softer this time, but still filled with all the things she couldn’t say out loud.

And when you finally pulled away, you realized the whole world had just seen Caitlin Clark, MVP, kissing her girl like she never wanted to stop.

You smiled, your fingers tangling with hers as she held your hand tightly, walking off the court with you at her side, like she wanted everyone to know she wasn’t going to let you go.

From now on, you weren’t her secret anymore.

You were hers. In every way that mattered.

And she was yours.

Author's note -

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[foreingersgod]

Dress . PB

pairing: paige bueckers x reader

synopsis: you and paige weren’t just friends…but not quite girlfriends either despite your mutual feelings. you’d been longing for the day she’d finally make a move, and upon conspiring tactic to get her to confess her feelings, you finally get your wish.

you hated to love it.

hated the tension, loved the thrill. hated the uncertainty, loved the chase. hated the dull ache in your chest that longed for her, loved the way she made you feel.

it was a tango that you and paige had fallen quite familiar with throughout the years. not just friends, but certainly not girlfriends. the attraction had been there since you met her a lifetime ago, but the both of you couldn't find it in yourselves to throw your entire friendship away-even if that did mean letting something far more beautiful blossom.

it was unbelievably frustrating. the stolen glances, the way her hand always seemed to find yours, the lingering hugs that always lasted far too long-it was all there, like a punch to the gut. it was meant to be, the devotion and the passion, yet neither of you were willing to act on it and risk it all.

you so badly wished you could finally kiss her, feel her soft lips on yours. the urge to feel more than just the supple skin of her hands but feel the entirety of her weight underneath you. your entire being longed for paige, and it only made it more painful that you couldn't have her.

but the desperation overruled the pain, and you'd come to the conclusion that you'd had enough. no more pining and anticipation, silence and patience, and no more desperately waiting. if paige wasn't going to finally admit her feelings on her own, then you'd take matters into your own hands.

it started out simple in your head, a lot more straight forward than what it actually was, but what's love without a little mess? a little harmless flirting, a few well-placed comments, just enough to egg her on; and tonight was the perfect night to set it all into motion.

paige had invited you to tag along to the team's "end of season gala" last weekend and you happily obliged. though, at the time you had no intention of conspiring a plan to corner paige into confessing your feelings for one another. but as you walked the streets of downtown, window shopping for a suitable dress for the evening, the idea flickered alive in your mind.

something just enough to make her jealous-make her realize what she's missing out on.

a dangerous mix, a fool proof plan, right in the palm of your hands. it would be near impossible for her to back away when you were clad in a low-cut neckline as you courted your way to her heart. it was a beautiful gown, not too flashy, but it had a sort of charm to it. the moment you saw it draped over the mannequin in the store, you knew it was the one. a dress curated just for paige to see you in.

you felt a shift in the air as you shimmied it on in front of your mirror, smoothing the fabric down with shaky hands. tonight, could make or break your friendship and you were scared shitless. she meant everything to you, but you weren't sure you could go another second without making your interest known.

the gala was a blur of laughter and music as soon as you stepped through the door. everyone seemed to be having a goodtime, paige's teammates-your mutual friends-coming up to greet you as you made your rounds. you tried your best to stay engaged in your conversations, offering an agreeable response every so often, but your mind was already elsewhere. you were here for one person, after all.

you could see out of the corner of your eye that she was standing across the room, caught in conversation with azzi and kk, the soft glow of the dim lighting illuminating her features. she was dressed in a white button up with a black blazer and black slacks to match. if you didn't know any better, you would've assumed she wore that just so you'd notice.

you took a deep breath, trying to keep yourself focused, but it was useless. she was undeniably hypnotizing. every time she moved, every time she flashed that brilliant smile or threw her head back in laughter, it was like you were gravitating towards her.

as if on cue, paige turned. her lips curled when she saw you, eyes moving down your body when she noticed your attire. she ushered you over without hesitation and you nervously obliged. now was as good of a time as any to make your move.

"hey!" you beamed as you reached the trio, offering a warm smile and a small wave. kk and azzi were quick to greet you back, pulling you in for a brief hug, but paige kept her distance. instead, she muttered a breathy 'hey' back, her eyes still glued on you.

"everything looks so great, i'm having so much fun!" you attempted to talk to paige again, nudging her with your arm playfully "thanks for inviting me paige"

she gulped at the contact, looking into your eyes and then down to the ground to avoid your gaze. you bit back a smile, knowing exactly where the awkwardness was coming from so suddenly. but you couldn't pat yourself on the back too soon, there was still a lot left to set in motion.

you started light, giggling a little bit too long at azzi's jokes, just enough to catch paige's attention. then you'd let your fingers trail up the length of her arm, resting your hand on her shoulder with a gentle squeeze. and that really caught her attention. you watched as paige's jaw clenched, her eye's darkening at the sight of the two of you in such close contact. and as the conversation went on, you may or may not have let a few comments slip about how beautiful azzi looked tonight.

before you knew it, you were full on filirting with azzi right in front of paige, trying to get a rise out of her as quick as possible. and it was working too-the whispers in azzi's ear, the twirling of your hair around your finger, the movement of your tongue to jut out against your bottom lip. it was beginning to drive paige crazy and you could tell.

eventually, as the night came to a halt, kk and azzi said their goodbyes and headed out. but paige stayed put, leaving the two of you alone in the outskirts of the celebration. her eyes burned into you as she tried to find the right words to say, but ultimately, you were left in a rigid silence.

"so," she spoke suddenly "you looked nice tonight, i forgot to mention it earlier"

you smiled, genuinely this time, the whole point of the dress quickly forgotten as her words flooded your mind. her tone was sweet and real, and it make your heart flutter.

"oh yeah" you said timidly. now it was your turn to avoid eye contact "yeah, thank you"

"i know what you were doing, by the way" she blurted again, stopping another silent episode before it had the chance to settle. her abruptness caught you off guard.

you blinked, feigning innocence, testing the waters "what do you mean?"

she huffed softly; anxiety written all over her face. a strong hand came to scratch at the back of her neck before she moved closer towards you, head dipping just next to your ear.

"you know what i mean" you bit your lip at the drop of her voice, feeling the resistant energy radiating off of her. it was no secret, the both of you were stalling, waiting for the other to make a move "you've been messing with me. and it's working"

"yeah?" you cleared your throat, trying to hide the fact that you were terrified for what was yet to come. but still, you mustered up the courage you'd been yearning for all night, and let a whisper fall from your parted lips "'cause this dress? bought it just for you, paige"

she groaned shamelessly at your boldness, head falling as her forehead rested against the edge of your collarbone.

"don't say that" she said "because i don't think i'll be able to help myself"

"paige," and everything stops when she hears you say her name again. her fingers brushed against your waist, balancing on the edge of letting herself go and running away "i don't want you to help yourself"

and finally, something in her clicked. like all the tiptoeing around each other and the pretending was left to the past. it was as if a dam had been broken, all the quite longing rushing to the surface. there was no more second guessing, no more wondering about the "what-ifs?". there was only the indisputable truth; she didn't want to be your best friend anymore, she just wanted to be yours. and as she pulled back away from you, her expression contorted into something much rawer and more certain. you knew that there was no turning back now.

"please tell me that this isn't a dream" her voice cracked as she spoke.

you just shook your head, already missing the feeling of her touch. she swallowed hard, nodding back at you before she grabbed your wrist.

"i've been wanting this longer than you know" she was tugging you towards the exit, leading you out of the party so quick that you didn't have a chance to say goodbye to the rest of your friends. but you didn't mind one bit "but i've been scared. and i don't want to be scared anymore"

"me neither" you said as you raced across the parking lot towards her car.

"tell me this is what you wanted" she paused in front of the passenger's side door, lingering on the door handle to let you in. she needed you to confirm that once and for all, that what she was about to do wasn't going to destroy you forever "before i do something that might fuck us up"

"you're not going to fuck us up paige" you reassured "please, i want this. i want you. it's all i've ever wanted"

and she just grinned, so big that her cheeks hurt. she couldn't believe that this was happening, that you were right here in front of her, saying every word she wanted to hear.

"YN, i think i'm in love with you" she wasn't about to hold back now. if she was going to do this, she was going to do this right and finally tell you the truth "and i'm sorry if that's too weird, or-or if that's too quick, but...i need you to know that"

"paige-"

"i'm serious. have been for years, and i'm an idiot for waiting for this long. i'm sorry that it took a stupid fucking gala, that it took-fuck" she cut herself off with a laugh of disbelief "that it took how jaw dropping you look in this dress right now. you deserve so much more than that and i can't apologize to you enough"

you closed the gap between you two, now chest to chest, her hand sliding off the cool metal of the handle in only to find solace on your waist. then, as if you couldn't wait any longer, you cupped her face and kissed her. so hard, so passionate, so needy that it knocked the air straight from your chest. she melted into you in an instant, one hand leaving your torso and coming up to tangle itself in your hair. her grip felt so rough, like she had you and never wanted to let you go.

with lips both numb and brains fuzzy, you pulled away reluctantly for air. paige pulled back, drawing your bottom lip between her teeth, enticing a strained whimper from you.

"i love you too," you panted "paige, i've always loved you"

the hand once in your hair came down to trace the curve of your jaw like she was memorizing this moment. her lips were swollen from the kiss, pupils blown wide, and the sight of her like this-because of you-sent shivers down your spine. it felt almost unreal, saying those words out loud. you would've spent an eternity there with paige; in this parking lot pressed up against the side of her car with your hands all over each other like you were some horny teenagers. it would have made you more than happy just to get to see this look in her eyes forever, like all the pieces in her life finally fit into place.

"you know," she grinned "i've spent so many nights thinking about this exact moment"

"oh really?" you teased, lips ghosting over hers again once more as she toyed with the flowy fabric of your gown.

"yeah," she hummed, ducking her head to press a kiss just below your ear "every fucking night"

gasping at the need for more, you kissed her again, pulling her back to you in an instant. you groaned against her, and she took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, her tongue brushing against yours in way that made your back arch instinctively.

"you know how i said i bought this dress for you?" you asked once the need for air became too strong again. she humored you with a nod, smirking as you leveraged yourself on your tiptoes to purr into her ear "i actually just bought it so you could take it off"

paige let out a low growl, fingers flexing against your skin possessively, portraying just how badly she wanted you.

"that so?"

"mhm," you could feel the excitement rumbling deep within your stomach "so what're you waiting for?"

"oh baby," she chuckled, reaching behind her to finally open the car door for you. you glanced at her tantalizingly as you pushed yourself off of her, climbing into the seat eagerly "you have no idea what you just started"

heat flooded through you, biting back an uncontrollable smile. this reality was finally yours-no more hiding your feelings, no more waiting.

tonight, you were hers.