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hella good - t.d.

contains: nsfw. 4.7k words, workplace rivalry, ballet teacher!fem!reader x jazzfunk teacher!tashi, intoxication (alcohol), reader is sort of stuck up and tashi puts her in her place, f!receiving oral, fingering, pussy slapping, not rlly degradation but tashi talks down to reader a lot, the smalllllest bit of impact play

notes: i've had this fic in my drafts for AAAAAGES i just got so scared of writing the smut. umm plz give me tips if this isnt good I rlly wanna learn hwo to write it... shoutout ty ( @forgetmenotnympho ) for helping me w transitions GAWD BLESS!!!!!! ya this dynamic was super fun to write so i hope u enjoyyyy :) btw the instrumental song when tash and reader and sessioning is agora hills instrumental Oh ts heat

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The soft lilting melody of a piano version of some random pop song played on the speakers, and you watch in satisfaction as all your students plié in sync, and with ease. You’ve trained them well, you know that, and it fills you with pride to watch their every movement, graceful and put together. The music ceases and you nod, dismissing them for a short water break. You’re leaning against the barre, scrolling through songs to play for across-the-floor when you hear it.

Loud music, blaring, shooting into your ears and electrifying your soul. It’s angry and thrashy, and for some reason, it just makes you mad. Pisses you off to no end. You set your phone down and mutter some vague combination for your students to do as you leave the studio, heading down the hallway to the bigger studio.

It’s empty, save for one person, dancing in the center of the room. Her baggy t-shirt slips off one shoulder, revealing golden brown skin, and her curls were flying wildly in the air, as if attacking someone. She dances with a jagged edge, like wielding a weapon, her body angular as she kicks and drags her feet around. There’s worn holes at the heels of her half-soles, threadbare from usage. She’s moving flowy like water one second and sharp like the edge of a blade the next. It’s mesmerizing. It’s horrible. It’s beautiful.

You’re so engrossed in watching her movements that you nearly forget what you were here to do in the first place. Plastering a scowl across your face as you knock your knuckles against the doorframe, you wait for her to take notice. She pauses in her movements, a slight frown on her face as she crosses the room to pause the music. You’re dressed in your leotard and tights, hair pulled back in a tight bun, soft cardigan covering your shoulders. You don’t seem exactly well-equipped to be one of her students. “Can I help you?” she asks, leaning her hip against the sound system.

You bite your lip and look over her. She’s breathing hard from exertion, her skin glowy with a sheen of sweat. She tugs the shoulder of her shirt back up, adjusting the waistband of her basketball shorts. “Your music is too loud,” you say coolly.

She raises her eyebrows, laughing a bit. “Is it?” she counters, checking her phone. “What, you don’t fuck with No Doubt?”

You purse your lips and shake your head stiffly, looking out into the lobby. “Language. There’s kids here,” you chastise gently, though it’s obvious that you’re frustrated. You’ve never been good with secrets.

She leans closer, a smug grin on her lips. “There aren’t. I’ve checked the schedule. It’s just the senior Ballet class, and then my senior class.” She cocks her head, looking you up and down. You feel exposed under her scrutinizing gaze, face flushing. “You’re the Ballet teacher, huh? I’m Tashi. I’m new. Jazz Funk.”

You resist the urge to scoff. Jazz Funk. Barely even a style, not even recognized in the majority of the competitions that your studio went to. You just saw it as an excuse to shake ass onstage without getting in trouble. You were a firm believer in the foundations of dance– Ballet, Jazz, Tap, the like, not all this new fusion stuff. “Jazz Funk,” you repeat, voice dripping with condescension. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Tashi, and since you’re new, I won’t put this on file. But please don’t have your music cut into my class time.”

Tashi’s smile drops a bit. Just barely, at the corners, but you notice, and it fills you with pride. “You’re kidding, right?” she laughs, stepping closer to you. She’s taller than you, and when she towers over you, her curls get in your face. She smells good. “My music being loud doesn’t cut into your class time. Just close the door.”

You press your lips into a thin line, eyes narrowing. “Let’s compromise,” you offer, wanting to get back to your class. “Turn it down. And I’ll close the door. Win-win.” You wait for her response, trying to ignore the heady scent of her floral perfume and the way it invades your senses, invoking an odd feeling in your stomach.

She rolls her eyes, and the feeling in your stomach just turns to annoyance. “Fine,” she relents, storming back over to the speaker and dialing the volume down, making a big show of it. “You happy?”

You can’t help but sneer, your lip pulling back as you watch her make a dramatic production of just turning down the volume. “Ecstatic,” you grit out, shutting the door behind you as you head back to your class.

You re-enter your studio, trying to regain the sense of calm that had dissipated when Tashi’s music had started playing, watching as your students do waltzes across the floor. Perfect and pristine, not a toe out of line. Just like you expected, and what you craved. Outside, Tashi’s music begins playing again. Loud and blaring. You grit your jaw and close the door.

Your class has ended, and you watch as your students all file off to change for Tashi’s class. Some skip changing altogether, just pulling on a pair of baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt over their leotard, while others wait in line for the changing room. You hear the same song playing from the studio and watch from the doorway as she begins teaching.

Your students have taken their hair out from stiff buns, and you watch as they laugh and whip their hair around, showing a completely different side than you usually see in your ballet class. It’s odd to see them, going from uptight to relaxed in a matter of seconds, just in a switch of teachers. They hoot and holler as Tashi shows the combination she’s teaching, whistling when she freestyles, and you watch warily. You can’t help the sting of dejection when you see the absolute glee on your student’s faces as they learn from her, the studio filled with laughter and chatter. Nothing like the calm silence of your class. You just huff and turn away, settling behind the front desk and beginning your work on social media. It was just a different genre. That’s all.

Her class gets out after an hour, and you’re giving your students a small smile as a goodbye as they file out of the studio, leaving just you and Tashi. You’re finishing up your work behind the front desk when she emerges from the changing rooms, changed out of her sweaty t-shirt and shorts and in a more comfortable looking outfit of wide-legged sweatpants and a pale green tank top. She’s not wearing a bra, and you can tell by the way her nipples poke out from the thin fabric of her tank top. You focus your gaze back onto your laptop, face flushed.

“Hey.” She’s parked right in front of you, leaning over the counter. Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail, swooping just along the nape of her neck. “Listen, I think we started off on the wrong foot,” Tashi says quietly, her warm brown eyes connecting with yours. “And I don’t wanna start a new job like this.”

You nod warily in agreement, watching her every move like a hawk hunting prey. “Are you proposing a solution?”

She snorts, shaking her head, and you frown. “Sorry, sorry. I’m not laughing at you, I swear. I’ve just… never met anyone who talks like you.” She brushes a strand of hair out of her face, a confident smile spreading across her lips. “Let’s just reset, huh? Blank slate.”

You’re nodding so much you feel like a bobblehead, a little too entranced by the way her lashes flutter at you and how the smell of her sweat mixes with the scent of her perfume. “Blank slate,” you agree. You close your laptop and stand up, sliding the device into your tote bag as you begin turning off the lights. “Welcome to the studio, Tashi.”

She grins at you, and you can see the gleam of her teeth through the darkness. She looks almost too smug. “It’s good to be here.” With her last words, she leaves, but not before brushing up against your arm gently, leaving the door swinging in her wake.

It’s been two months since she started working there, alongside you, and somehow, she’s only gotten on your nerves even more. Her music is always blasting obnoxiously loud, making your ballet dancers distracted with the prospect of what she’s teaching next. It’s always some sort of sensual pop, Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera. Despite the animosity, you always found yourself staying back after your class had finished, finding excuses for staying late just to watch her dance. The way her back arches tantalizingly as she slides across the wooden floor, or how her shorts ride low on her hips as she kicks her leg up high, performing a seamless developpé. Hmph. Your developpé is better.

Finally, her music pauses, and you sigh, preparing to flick off the light switch when a new song starts playing. Something a bit slower, still with sharp snares and a synth beat, but it’s different than her usual stuff. You peek in through the door to check on her, watching her improv with amazing musicality. It’s Turn Off The Light by Nelly Furtado– still in the same realm as her other pieces, but there’s something darker and more sincere in the way she moves, not just shaking ass.

You’re hypnotized watching her, jaw dropping as her ballet technique begins to show. A perfect pique turn into a back attitude, that leads her into a forward roll. She’s not just dancing to the music, she’s creating it. And you’re not sure what turns you on more, her shirt riding up to reveal her black lace bra, or the eighteen perfect fouettés she executes. You count them all.

Tashi catches your eyes as she keeps dancing, but instead of freezing up and stopping, she only seems to push herself harder, small pants escaping her lips as she exerts herself to her full potential, leaping higher than you could ever imagine. Jesus, her calves… the way she moves across the floor with such confidence and grace, and utter sexual magnetism. You need to close your jaw.

The music fades, she’s laying on her back, chest heaving as she gulps down deep breaths. You’re watching the rise and fall of her body, the way her dark eyes land on you, watching, unblinking. You feel like a perv for snooping in on such a clearly intimate moment, and you turn away, ready to close–

“Stay.” Her voice is sharp and demanding, and you turn back around. Tashi’s beckoning for you to enter the studio, an eyebrow raised. “C’mon. Let’s session.”

A laugh escapes you, incredulous and doubtful. “You’re joking,” you snort, shaking your head. “You want me to session with you?” It’s impossible to even picture– you doing tendus and graceful jetés while she twerks around you. Nothing good could possibly come out of that.

Tashi rolls her eyes and leans back against her elbows, her toned stomach showing as her shirt rides up her torso. “I wanna session with you,” she repeats, her voice completely calm. “I think it’d be fun. And that we could make something good.”

You shake your head adamantly, a frown firmly glued to your face. “There’s no sessions in ballet. Everything’s planned,” you defend, just about ready to turn around.

“Come on.” She pushes up onto her feet, wiping sweat from her brow and grabbing her phone to play a song. An instrumental version of a Doja Cat song comes on, and your frown deepens. “We can make it ballet. Just… come dance with me.” Tashi begins swaying her hips gently, gracefully jetéing side to side as her arms float from first to fifth. You hate how perfect she is– at just about everything, it seems.

You drop your bag to the ground and slide off your shoes, your bare skin tacky on the wood floor. The music seems to carry you, and despite how much you try to resist, your leg seems to lift on its own, leaning you back as your arms raise above your head. Not in fifth. Not even in modern fifth. They’re just floating, moving with their own mind, and it feels good to let go. You turn and lower down into your middle splits, ignoring the hoot it draws from Tashi. It feels good to just close your eyes and go where your body takes you. It’s… new, interesting, but it didn’t feel bad.

It’s almost therapeutic in a sense. Ballet is your love, your entire passion, but it’s also a constant spotlight. To be able to move so freely, uncaring of Tashi watching or what your body is doing just puts your mind at ease. You watch as Tashi takes the baton and picks up where you leave off, the song picking up in pace and having more snares that you aren’t used to in ballet. It’s entrancing to watch her move so seamlessly, like the music is controlling her body. There’s a sudden pause in the song, where she freezes still, and then the beat starts again and she rolls onto the floor so abruptly, you swore her head was going to crack open. A gasp escapes your lips as she smoothly transitions the roll into an arch up, one leg poised delicately in the air that she catches behind her head. It’s fucking amazing, and you swear your panties are wet at the sight.

Tashi’s looking at you expectantly, and you realize it’s your turn– but how can you follow up something like that? It’s like comparing a cheese stick to a charcuterie board. She steps closer, the music still playing in the background. “Come on. Your turn,” she says, her voice quiet and gentle. Too sweet for your ears, you’re frozen in place, still in awe at the moves she had pulled out. If this was her improv, how beautiful was her choreography?

“Dude. Hey, c’mon.” Tashi’s right in front of you now, and you’re so awestruck you can’t move. Can’t speak. Can’t think. It’s just her and her dancing, the smell of her perfume wafting over you, surrounding you. She’s everything. The two of you lock eyes, and before you can even process it, she’s stepping closer and closer, and her perfectly lined lips are pressed firm against yours. Tashi’s arms encircle your waist as she swoops you to the ground, kissing you hungrily. And you kiss back.

It’s clashing teeth and tongue, quiet pants and grunts being exchanged as the scent of her sweat and perfume seems to cover you in a haze. She’s on top of you, cupping your face in both hands and pressing her chest to yours, a soft moan escaping her lips as you hesitantly squeeze her breasts. You’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

You moan when she starts to kiss down your neck, conflicting feelings racing through your chest. “Mmh- Tashi- wait, wait wait wait-” You relax when she pulls off of you, trying to ignore the hurt on her face. “Sorry- I’m just- wow, um-” You push away from her, standing up on shaky legs. “I have to go.”

Tashi’s brows are furrowed in confusion and anger– and maybe a little hurt. “Do you?” she asks quietly, the music still playing lowly in the background. “Or are you scared?”

You shake your head, walking past her still sitting on the floor and you grab your bag, pausing at the doorway. “Goodnight, Tashi,” you say quietly, hurrying out of the studio. You hear her yell “pussy!” behind you, but you’re out the door once her frustration turns to tears.

You call in a substitute for the next few days, too scared to see Tashi and feel the brunt of her anger– or maybe you’re more scared of how much you hurt her. On your days off, you play some music and stand in front of a mirror, watching how your body moves of its own accord. Hips to the left, arms shooting up. There’s no form, but you’re still graceful and delicate. You can imagine Tashi’s hands around your waist, guiding your next movements with slick precision. You drop your arms back down to your side and sigh heavily, walking away.

Ballet was always the one thing you never strayed from. You’ve always loved the strict formality and uniform of the style, how everything goes where it’s supposed to be and there’s little tolerance of those who step out of line. Even now, smushed between people in a crowded club, your movements still find a way to be light and airy as the bumping bass of club music assaults your ears. You hate how good it feels to just let go and enjoy the sensations of your body moving on its own.

“Hey. Hey!” you yell at your friend, who’s currently grinding on some random guy. “I’m gonna get a drink,” you yell over the music, walking away before seeing if she even heard you. You approach the bar and order two vodka shots, nodding gratefully when they’re set in front of you in record time.

You’re about to toss one back when you see her. Her hair swishing around her waist and a skintight red dress, clinging to every curve and sharp edge of her body. A thin leather belt hangs loosely on her hips, the gold buckle glinting under the strobing lights. Glitter flashes along her cheekbones and her eyes are rimmed a smoky black, lips lined with crimson red. Her movements are reminiscent of the night that you two shared together, eyes closed in ecstasy as she dances freely. You wonder what it must feel like to live like that.

She catches your gaze when she opens her eyes, and if she’s shocked, it doesn’t show. You beckon to her with your shot glasses, a silent plea in your actions. Get over here. She breaks away from the crowd and heads your way, eyes narrowed when she takes the shot you offer her.

“Hey,” you begin, practically inaudible from the loud music of the club, “you look good.”

Tashi raises an eyebrow, a smug smile on her lips. “I know,” she murmurs into your ear, clinking your shot glasses together. The two of you throw them back at the same time, and your stomach turns when you see the lipstick mark left on her glass.

“I’m sorry,” you force out, watching as her expression grows tight. “About, um. You know.” You sigh heavily, unsure of how to word your thoughts. “I think I’m intimidated by you.”

Her brows shoot up, and she laughs, loud and brash. The thump of basses turns to slick hi-hats and cymbals as a familiar song plays– Hella Good by No Doubt, the song Tashi was playing when you two first met. “Shut the fuck up,” she crows, shaking her head. “Shut up.”

“No, no, I’m- I mean, I’m serious,” you hurry to continue, not minding the word vomit now. “You’re just- your dancing is amazing, and you’re so beautiful, my students all like your classes better and I’d kill to dance as freely as you,” you ramble, not noticing how she seems to inch closer and closer to you. “Your technique and your talent– I’m jealous, Tashi, I’m so fucking jealous, and-”

Her lips are on yours before you can even process it, and this time you don’t hesitate to kiss back. She tastes like peach lip gloss and bitter vodka, her lipstick smearing across your own lips. Tashi’s hands tangle into your hair to tug you closer, and you shamelessly palm at her ass through the thin fabric of her dress. It’s dirty and frantic, and again, you’re reminded of her dancing.

Tashi pulls away and is immediately pulling you away to the bathrooms, not caring as you trip over your heels. The bathroom is empty when you walk in, and she unbuckles her belt, tying one end to the door handle and the other around the sink faucet. She turns around to face you, lipstick smudged and eyes dark with lust. She advances toward you and practically sweeps you off your feet with a kiss, pinning you against the graffiti covered wall. It’s filthy– the setting you’re in and what you’re doing, but the feeling of Tashi firmly against you seems to have you in a trance, pliant and willing. Your hand moves up to slide the straps of her dress down her shoulders, trying to touch every exposed inch of soft skin. She does the same to you, pausing when there’s no bra strap appearing underneath the silky fabric of your dress.

“Really? No bra to go clubbing?” She kisses up and down your neck, sucking and biting harshly as she grips your hips, arousal already slicking up your thighs. “Jesus fuck, it’s like you’re begging for me to ruin you.” As much as you despise it, a shiver goes up your spine at her sultry words.

“You’re one to talk,” you grit out as your hands travel down her torso, feeling out every smooth dip. “You never wear a fuckin’ bra to work. It’s insane– God, like you were taunting me,” you growl as you squeeze her hips, rough and mean.

Tashi nips at your earlobe, grinning wickedly at the keening whimper it draws from you. “I was,” she whispers lowly, slipping the dress down your hips and letting it pool at your ankles. Your panties are already soaked through, the scent of arousal and floral perfume filling the space. She taps a manicured finger against the damp patch of cotton, cooing at the way your hips stutter and jump. “I saw you watching me.”

You can’t help the moan that escapes your lips as she pushes your panties aside, smacking your soaked heat gently with her palm. “Fucking wet, baby,” she mumbles, fruitlessly tugging the strap of her dress back on her shoulder as she kneels on the grimy floor, inhaling your slick scent. “You want me?” she asks, pulling your panties down your hips and letting them land on top of your crumpled dress.

You’re nodding before you even realize it, the loud guitar and bass booming from outside your private sanctuary. “I want it,” you gasp, already feeling weak in the knees at her hands on your thighs, spreading your legs apart further. “I want you, Tashi.”

That’s enough for her to begin kissing up your inner thigh, leaving lipstick marks along your smooth skin before she dives into your wet heat, her tongue circling your clit like she’s done this to you a thousand times. Her hands come up to press against your hips to force you from grinding into her mouth, and she laps at your pussy like a dog desperate for water.

“You taste,” she’s panting, wiping at her mouth before looking up at you with lustful eyes, “so fuckin’ good, baby. Like sugar.” She’s nosing in without a second thought, her own thighs clenching together with every moan she draws out from your chest. It’s something sacred, the way she revels in your body and absolutely worships it, taking in all your miniscule reactions. The strap of her dress slips back down and seems to crumple around her, yet not distracting her from her task, making you a whimpering, soaking mess.

Her breasts are exposed to the harsh glare of the lighting as the dress slides down her chest fluidly, not deterring her from taking you apart, bit by bit. “F-Fuck!” you grip her hair tightly as you buck your hips into her face. She’s tonguefucking you expertly, poking and prodding at every soft inch of you and moaning at the honeyed taste. One hand releases your hip to pinch gently at your clit, laughing at the way you mewl and try to break free. “Tashi, Tashi, please–”

“You can take it,” is all she says, cruel and dominating as she flicks it gently, causing your knees to almost buckle, legs trembling as you hold yourself up. She pulls away for a moment, licking her lips to make sure she gets every last drop of your sweet arousal. She lets go of you fully to stand back up, towering over you in her heels. “Good girl,” she murmurs, kissing you hard. You taste yourself on her lips, sweet and somewhat bitter, and it makes you moan and squeeze your sticky thighs together from just how depraved you’re being.

“I’ve been to so many studios,” Tashi whispers in your ear, one hand trailing down your bare chest and pausing under your navel, making you groan in frustration. “Met so many teachers,” she continues, her touch feather-light as she reaches your pussy, cupping it gently and letting slick soak into her palm. She lifts the hand up and licks her palm, looking down at you the whole time. Her hard nipples press right into your shoulder, and the way she’s looking at you is addictive.

“Hip-hop, contemporary, jazz… Even fucked around with a tap teacher once,” she murmurs, pinching at your nipples gently and laughing when you squeal, before returning her attention to your sensitive clit. “But I’ve never corrupted a pretty little ballerina like you before,” she keeps whispering, licking at your neck as she easily slides two fingers in, already pumping in and out. You’re shaking, spasming, and you can’t believe how good it feels.

“They all thought they were too good for me,” Tashi murmurs, watching with rapt fascination as she curls her fingers inside you, hitting that spongy spot inside you that makes you cave. “Wonder what that makes you, huh?” she laughs at your dumbfounded expression, thrusting faster and rubbing your clit with her thumb.

You’re already on edge from when she was eating you out earlier, and you’re begging to just let go and break free from your confines. “I’m gonna cum,” you pant out, nails digging into Tashi’s neck. You’re reprimanded with a sharp slap to your thigh, before Tashi’s fingers return to scissoring inside you.

“Ask nicely,” she croons, and you just want to strangle her for being so fucking mean. Her hands are skillfully breaking you down and turning you into a slobbering mess, slick running down Tashi’s wrist as you throw your head back.

“Please, fah-fuuuuhck, I need t’cum, Tashi, Tash, lemme cum-!” you whimper as your hips buck frantically into her fingers, moaning as your it drags deliciously over her palm.

“Mmm, go ‘head,” she murmurs, leaning to suck at your tits and swirl her tongue around your nipple. Your orgasm is loud and sharp, crashing over you like a rocking cymbal as you clench around her fingers. Your arousal drips onto the floor and your chest heaves as you catch your breath, makeup all smudged and thighs trembling.

Tashi’s watching you with a syrupy satisfaction on her face, pulling her fingers out of you with one final pat to your overstimulated pussy, laughing gleefully at the way you twitch. She lifts her fingers to her lips and licks up the mess you made, raising an eyebrow at you. “Get dressed,” she orders, already adjusting the straps of her dress to fit snugly around her shoulders.

Slowly, you bend down and pull your panties back up, shivering when the cold, wet fabric meets heated skin. “Don’t you want me to… you know-?” you ask hesitantly, pulling your dress up and ignoring how sensitive your nipples feel under the silky fabric.

She laughs and unties her belt from the door handle, grinning at you and fixing your hair. “Obviously. But we’re doing that at my place. I think I deserve better than this, don’t you think?” The condescension is obvious as she fixes her lipstick in the mirror, and a new surge of heat rises in your stomach at the way she talks down to you. It feels good to give someone else the reins for a bit, to let Tashi control you.

“...Yeah,” you agree, watching as she brushes her hair over her shoulder. “You’re right.”

And you really mean it.

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lenamar ﹫rempirestatebuilding unlike you, my sweet boy, i know how to do this thing called a screenshot iamnot34 ﹫lenamar ﹫rempirestatebuilding damn dawg she just called ur ass stupid rempirestatebuilding ﹫iamnot34 ﹫lenamar doesn't even matter bc she talked to me 🥰 lenamar ﹫rempirestatebuilding DUDE STAND UP????!?!??!

stephyremps hugo and jean-louise serving major face here

lenamar ﹫stephyremps i know my kids are so beautiful rempirestatebuilding ﹫lenamar ﹫stephyremps our*** kids

alexxmatts you may be hot now but real ones remember when you dressed up at the girl on the banana sticker

lenamar ﹫alexxmatts you will not speak of the chiquita banana costume.

MASTERLIST ✧ LAST UPDATED: FEB 21, 2024

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sunflower1experiment · 6 months ago

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Mouthwashing Actor AU

Jimmy: My character, is mentally struggling, manipulative, and a leech. So lots of therapy needed for the thought process with him. Its honestly annoying seeing people idolize him, sure the empathy makes sense because he represents a struggling class but, if I saw him. I’m calling the cops, him hurting the medic and then trying to kill her, don’t even get me started on the statue. What was the reason? He represents how some of these kinds of people aren’t just already gross and disgusting, they could be people who are your close friends.

Anya: Jeez, you’re so self aware about him. More than, some of the fans….

Jimmy: Look hate him and like him but don’t justify his actions.

Daisuke: Damn son! My character was sorta naive but he’s smart too! He just doesn’t see it because he’s so busy following orders. Sorta like the demographic of kids, we seek leadership and want to make our parents proud!

Anya: You also cheat at games.

Daisuke: Put cho paws up girl!

Anya: My character, she’s an amazing representation of what victims go through, the loneliness, the devastation, I simply hope everyone who sees her doesn’t water her down but understand that she is brave, jubilant, mindful and super smart. Maybe in another universe everyone is happy. I hope so, I wouldn’t want Anya to remain in a world where she’s stuck in devastation.

Swansea: Heavy kid, Curly what do you-….

Curly: *sniffle* Its so beautiful.

Swansea: Eh, my character and Curly’s are sorta parallels. He knew Jimmy but not fully and didn’t do much to stop em, meanwhile Swansea did and yet he still couldn’t/didn’t do much. Thats why their eyes are gone, symbolism is at play. Just like when Swansea had to mercy kill Daisuke, tough decisions for folks like that. Especially when neither of them took Anya’s job seriously. Its a lot of circumstances and damned if ya do or damned if ya don’t for Curly and Swansea.

Curly: Oh yea I forgot! Man, they are just naive.

Swansea: Yep

Jimmy: Agreed.

Curly: The word enabling gets thrown at him too much, in the wrong conjunction. Curly enables everyone and everyone enables each other, he fails at being Captain when he first let Jimmy on the ship, sure everything was nice but at some point the mental distress, mental deterioration, it got to them. They didn’t take the psych evaluation seriously, Pony Express didn’t take them seriously. In the end Curly as a Captain failed, he failed as a friend for Anya specifically. Sure he’d be a safe person but he doesn’t take Anya’s words into consideration. It’s a lot to take in, honestly.

Anya: In the sequel, Curly hates himself to the core. He wasn’t perfect, or a good man. But he definitely isn’t a bad person, he like everyone is flawed.

Jimmy: *patting his back* Well said pal, therapy for everyone though. Because that shit was horrifying.

Crasona: Sir you can’t just be cursing!

Jimmy: My fault.

Crasona: Now, would ya’ll like it better if Jimmy didn’t exist in this game.

Curly:…So another delivery simulator slice of life?

Crasona: Shhh the fans are asking

Jimmy: Crasona get the microphone away from me.

Anya: Oh my gawd.

Daisuke: Character development flushed down the toilet!

Swansea: And folks wonder why I drink…

#mouthwashing anya #curly mouthwashing #mouthwashing #daisuke mouthwashing #swansea mouthwashing #mouthwashing spoilers #mouthwashing au #mouthwashing actor au #mouthwashing curly #anya mouthwashing #Mouthwashing oc

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eternalsa2z · 1 year ago

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DM In Your DMs

You were introduced by your friend Nally. After plenty of teasing and toying and asking if you were sure you were ready to meet this model. Not just excited. Like busting out of your seat and bra ready.

You insisted that you were and the Instagram reveal didn't disappoint. She goes by the name 'Doll Mistress' and she is H - O - T HOT HOT HOT. She looked like a queen in her full glory, her gaze admiring her many worshipers as she gives them a brief glance at her perfection.

She def had a bit of a 'rich bitch' or 'ice queen' vibe, which normally doesn't match your sweet girly vibes. Even if her look still made you melt into a puddle. But that doesn't mean she can't rock a bit of a girl next door look. You know, if that girl was an heiress at the next mansion over in the gated community.

Still you couldn't help but be obsessed by this look. Her pony was clearly a fake extension and her faux fur boots were a bit much. But then again that fit her vibes, doesn't it? As if she was saying:

"I'm pretty. I'm plastic. I don't care who knows. Worship me"

Gawd what you wouldn't give to worship in front of Doll Mistress. You'd die if she slipped into your DMs. Or at least you died and went to heaven. Because one day, late in your timezone and early in hers, she sent you a message.

"Hello Kiki. I heard you were a pretty cute bimbo doll who's been having some stupid bullies say mean things. Why don't you let Doll Mistress take care of them...then we can go on a date"

You of course, through your bimbo babbling in sheer fangirling, manage to explain that while you love the support, you are a committed bimbo. Her next DM makes it clear that she's simply chuckling at your cuteness.

"Oh I know. I'm not looking for a relationship. Just a doll to play with"

True to her word, the homophobes and patriarchy pushers slowly disappear from your site. You also notice a corresponding uptick in extra girly, submissive bimbos talking up how pretty you are. It's great because you need the pep talk ahead of your first date...er, totally platonic meeting.

You spend forever picking out your outfit. You need to look perfect. Make a good impression for Mistress. You end up looking cute - but she shows up looking stunning, showing up to your date dressed in feminine finery. Making baby boy blue look as good as girly pink.

She has a beautiful floral adornment right around her throat. Perhaps it's a metaphor for her tight grasp on femininity. Or perhaps a future indication of how soon her ice queen grip will extend to a beautiful bimbo flower like yourself. You squeeze your legs together during the whole meal, imagining the second scenario.

She has you in her clutches from that day on. You're obsessed with her beautiful face and hair. Envious of her fashionable clothes. Above all else, in awe of her attitude and how she rocks her look to the fullest.

The next time you meet in person, your Doll Mistress casually drags a fur coat behind her, like the expensive treasured item is nothing to her.

God what you wouldn't give to be that coat…dragged around behind her…following in her footsteps. She's so incredible. You can't even say anything intelligent, just "OMG!" over and over again as she arrives. Her plush lips curl into a smile, a rare sighting worth more than her entire wardrobe.

"I'm glad you like my look, Kiki. You could be seeing a lot more of it. Come with me. Be my doll."

It's three months later. You and your wife have moved in with Doll Mistress. She spoils and pampers your wife, slowly turning her into a little plastic trophy, a mini-version of herself. You, on the other hand, are her pretty little doll. The one she brings everywhere, even stowing you away in a custom dollbox in her luggage when she travels on vacation. It's worth it to spend time with her and relax at the Bimbo Resort.

"Kiki? Mistress is out of her glass of BMBO. Won't you be a doll and scurry over to the cabana to get me a refill?"

"Yes Mistress! Of course Mistress! Anything you want!" you squeal excitedly, eager to be helpful.

"Good girl. If you return fast enough, I'll let you lotion up my back again" she purrs.

Quickly you bound away as fast as your high heels, wiggling butt, and jiggling bimbo titties will let you. Mistress has been so generous in turning you into her little bimbo pet. Serving her drinks is the least you can do for her!

Plus…the enticing thought of being allowed to touch her perfect plastic body…that's all the payment a doll like you needs. Just a bimbo doll serving her Doll Mistress.

#bimboification #f2f transformation #bitchification #trophy wives #bimbo resort #bmbo

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rwac96 · 10 months ago

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Professor Au

8 months of carrying their first child, weiss finally given birth to the baby girl, jaune was there with her providing support, in the waiting room friends and family are waiting to meet Arc-Schnee love child, when nurse said it was ready to meet the baby, jaune's mother rushed in pushing her son aside.

"Oh, my Gods," said a relieved Jaune Arc, his ocean eyes staring at his newborn daughter with Weiss. "She's...She's beautiful."

"She is," Weiss nods lightly, holding the swaddled infant. "Hello, sweetie." The Middle Schnee coos to her baby.

"Hey," Jaune says in a similar tone, reaching out with his finger to touch his daughter's cheek, who gurgled in response.

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"Gawds!" Nora groaned as she lay against one of the chairs in the waiting room, "How long does it take to squirt a baby out?!"

"Nora!" Ren calmed his wife down, "It takes time."

"Oh, Gods," the hammer-wielder grimaced, her teal eyes moving down to her own slightly swollen stomach. "I'm dreading when it's my turn."

"It's not so bad," Terra Cotta Arc said, sitting next to Saphron while their seven-year-old son was sound asleep. "I mean, it was painful when I gave birth to Adrian."

"Mama!" Squeaked a blonde, cat-eared toddler sitting on Blake's lap. "I'm tirsty."

"Okay, Nala," Blake reaches into her violet bag, pulling out a sippy cup and handing it to her daughter.

"I hope Weiss' okay," Ruby Rose said, clutching Oscar's hand as she worried for her best friend and teammate.

"I'm sure she'll be okay," the former host of Ozma spoke up, "she's been through worse."

"Childbirth's different, Oscar," Yang pointed out, "my first memory: Mom screaming like a banshee when Ruby was comin'."

"YANG!" The leader of Team RWBY's cheeks reddened at her sister, who snickered in response.

Then, the doors opened, and a nurse stepped out. "Ladies and gentlemen," she spoke, "you can now see the baby--."

"FINALLY!!" Juniper "Mama" Arc screamed as she rose out of her seat and rushed towards the delivery room, despite her age and the protest of the nurse. "I WANNA SEE MY NEW GRANDBABY!!"

"Uh," Adrian opens his eyes due to his grandmother's outburst, "is my new cousin here yet?"

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akaisak · 6 months ago

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SKAM (NORWAY) FIC RECS (all evak)

WAKE UP! (cuteandtwisted) │https://archiveofourown.org/works/10267481

this story is so fucking amazing. i almost threw up when i read it the first time, the characterization is so amazing and the plotline is REALLY interesting. i can only read this so often because it literally tears at my heartstrings every single time, its so beautiful. established evak (kinda?? you’ll see when you read) basically their love is interdimensional !

Burning For Your Touch (cuteandtwisted) │https://archiveofourown.org/works/13958667

Isak has a skin condition where he burns everyone he touches but for some reason even is the only person he doesn’t burn…you can guess where this is going! This story is a new level of beautiful, its so touching and emotional and honestly kind of hard to handle at points. Thank you cuteandtwisted for throwing me into emotional turmoil everytime i read this story!!

us, but we’re… (teatrolley) │https://archiveofourown.org/works/12622332

Short and sweet oneshot, the evak is established and even tells isak stories about their relationship in parallel universes and GIRL this story is preshhh i can’t get enough of it

and so i happily concede, this is all i ask, this is all i need (lovedisak)│ https://archiveofourown.org/works/11317599

Established relationship evak, even wants to propose to isak and thats basically the story! Includes sana mikael and jonas bullying even about his proposal plans and the most adorable ending, could not recommend more!!! Shes also short and sweet but emphasis on the SWEET. Love love love

#hashtag (bellakitse) │ https://archiveofourown.org/works/10187078

This one is literally so short but its still one of my faves,, even downloads instagram and posts literally only isak and yeah. Theyre so cute i love them to death (established evak, are u seeing a trend with these recs??)

ivory (ohsusie) │https://archiveofourown.org/works/11000826

Pretty much just smut for this one, but its also literally so adorable omg !!!! slightlyyyyy ooc (nothing on the author, im pretty sure she did it on purpose) but despite that its still so sweet and i love this one when i need a quick evak fix because it has a bit of everything!! Basic summary, when isak is worked up even helps him relax by fingering him

taking care (orphan) │https://archiveofourown.org/works/9011299

Isak gets a physics tutor and it ends up being a weirdo who lowkey wants isak but is also like super mean to him ??? even steps in and ends that really quickly! Love this story, even is suchhh a good bf i love them forever

in the place of you and me (shaneandadidas) │https://archiveofourown.org/works/10937958

Established evak (i know im obsessed with it, no need to tell me) ANYWAYS this story so sweet basically theyre in love. Thats literally it but its genuinely so fucking precious and i cannot reccommend more!! Please read this i swear youll feel so content afterwards

Nobody Loves Me Like You Do (cuteandtwisted) │https://archiveofourown.org/works/12201243

oh my GAWD. i genuinely cannot recommend this fic enough. Im seriously struggling to find words to describe how good this is. Just trust me and read it. The first time i finished reading this story i actually cried for like a concerningly long time and im kind of worried about my mental state now. Anyways, childhood bsfs evak lowkey angsty but the most SICKENING slowburn and lord its just beautiful and perfect. Please read youll love it i prommy

In A Week (allyasavedtheday) │https://archiveofourown.org/works/13058481

Engaged evak, they make a bet w their stupid (fondly) friends and they can’t sleep in the same bed for the whole week before their wedding!!! This ficccc its one of my OG faves, as ive had this bookmarked for like multiple years but it never loses its spark and it hits every. single. time. Please read this beauty, youll love her !!

Life is Now. (and now, and now) (FlyByNightGirl) │https://archiveofourown.org/works/9080293

Girl strap in. this is abt to be a long ass description of this fic because it is my all time favorite story over ALL fandoms and ALL ships and basically its my favorite piece of writing that i’ve ever read, even over like published novels, its just that fucking magnificent. This author has gotta be some kind of magic fairy because this writing is insane. Anyways lol its a slice of life fic that focuses on evak after s3 of skam. Fucking gorgeous, its long too which is just more to love! Please read it if you enjoy reading literal works of art because that is what this is, thank you. (mic drop)

#skam fanfic #skam norway #evak #skam #isak x even #isak valtersen #even bech næsheim #fic recs #fic rec #fanfiction #ao3 recs #ao3

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waihtie · 5 months ago

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Ladies, Gentlemen, Both, and Neither, things are about to get intense. I felt no connection to this show until this beautiful season.

Season 4 Episode 1 - Lazarus Rising

○ Dean trying to yell "help" from inside his grave. This is literally my fear (except I wouldn't have been able to climb out like he did)

○ No scars from the Hellhounds (thanks for showing us that, Dean 😉)

● But the mark he does got, GAWD DAMN

○ Bobby hanging up on Dean is kinda funny

● Almost as funny as him instantly trying to kill Dean the second he sees him

"You're the closest thing I have to a father!" 🥺🩷

○ Sam not letting Bobby burn Dean's body 💔

○ Ha, there was a presence that blew Dean away (so close to being his words, too)

○ "Hiya, Sammy" 🩷

● LMAO he also tried to kill him instantly

○ "So, are you two, like, together?" Lmao her messing with them

○ Sam didn't even know her name lol. He's changed a bit.

○ Dean's back for 5 minutes, and they're already fighting (he thinks Sam did something stupid to get him back)

○ Dean says he doesn't remember Hell, but he's getting little flashbacks. Is he lying?

○ Sam was immune to something Lilith did. That's gotta be important.

○ Using a psychic to see whatever it is that saved Dean. I was so on edge during this scene last year. I was so curious to know who or what the hell this "Castiel" was (spoiler alert for my past self: he's the love of my goddamn life)

○ "Pam took a peek at him and her eyes burned out of her skull, and you want to have a face-to-face?" My boy used to be quite something 🩷

○ Ugh the intensity. Dean's room getting blasted. Demons being terrified. More eyes being burned out. God, I wish I could get that curiosity back. "What is it??? Who is it????"

○ Okay, I knew she was Ruby, but I forgot Sam knew it, too. Earlier, he looked right into Dean's eyes and said he didn't mess with psychic whatever while he was dead

● But damn, I don't remember this psychic demon killing thing.

○ YES. I RECOGNIZE THIS BARN. No, why cut back to Sam. We are SO close

○ Okay okay okay we're back at the barn. Let's gooo. I'm getting IMPATIENT

○ YES. MY BOY. MY LOVE. MY BABY.

○ UGH the sheer power. He's literally coming in with a bang. Lights bursting. Dean and Bobby shooting him. Ugh they really die my boys power throughout the show.

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition" Iconic.

○ Oh, the look in Cas's eyes. He's loving this. Hot. :

○ "That was you talking? Buddy, next time, lower the volume"

● Is that why Castiel's voice is so much lower than Jimmy's???? He doesn't want to hurt Dean again???

○ There it is. The summary of the whole show so far. Cas clocked Dean within 5 minutes of meeting him:

● Ugh Cas is so curious about that. He already sees something amazing in Dean.

○ I, too, would've folded instantly. Bc just LOOK at this man

UGH THIS WAS SO GOOD

Pamela Barnes: Psychic who went blind when she tried to see Castiel

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #spn #spn first watch #spn rewatch #spn s04e01 #Lazarus Rising

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moonflowerdamie · 11 months ago

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rating yellowjackets ships (lowest to highest!) because i am bored and also because i want people to know just how insane i am for some of the pairings in this show‼️ LETSGOOOOO

•travnat—3/10•

they’re…ok i guess? like. i don’t actively hate them, but i really don’t ship them. and yeah i get that they clung to each other and bonded over dad trauma and stuff, but a) i don’t like travis (PLS DONT ATTACK ME HE’S JUST NOT FOR ME AND I COULDNT GET OVER THE MISOGYNY) and b) i fully believe natalie scatorccio is AT LEAST bisexual and deserves a lady lover!!! so yeah. not for me.

•mistynat—4/10•

ok. OK. hear me out PLEASE bc i know some people are gonna be mad i’ve put them this low. i just don’t really see it? like i fully believe that it’s possible misty had a crush on nat in the teen timeline and i’m pretty convinced adult misty was definitely infatuated/obsessed with adult nat BUT i don’t think nat ever reciprocated? and i can’t see her ever feeling that way about misty IM SORRY. i don’t hate the ship by any means, it’s just not my favourite!!!

•jackielot—5/10•

they’re both pretty femme lesbians and i think maybe they should smooch (and then smooch ME MY GAWD PLS ONE CHANCE😫🙏🏻). that’s all i have to say about that.

•shaunanat—5/10•

i just know the rivalry in s3 is gonna HIT and maybe they should kiss and make up about it (AND THEN KISS ME TOO MY FUCKING LORD I NEED THEM BOTH SO BAD🫦). but fr i mean like a cute idea in another world yk? they would SO bully the shit out of each other and then fuck nasty about it🤝.

•crystal x misty (crusty😭)—6/10•

they were cute!!! they matched each other’s freak🥹 until misty freaked a little too hard 😔 no but actually they could’ve been cute musical theatre gfs and i would’ve been here for it!!!

•taishauna—6/10•

i LOVE their friendship in both timelines and i do prefer them platonically BUT i see the potential. i think they soften each other, and allow the other to process and feel their emotions, and also help to rationalise them. LOVE the friendship and if i didn’t prefer their other ships i could defo see myself getting into them!

•lottielee—7/10•

the disciple and the prophet??? uhhh YEAH. i mean laura lee literally haunts lottie for 25 YEARS. that bitch NEVER got over what they had. are they my favourite ship? no. do i wish they’d kissed in that lake? YES YES YES YES YES. the yearning, the religious symbolism/guilt, the TENDERNESS. i am IN.

•lottieshauna—8/10•

BRRSKLLAKSKS just yes. YES. THE PROPHET AND HER BUTCHER😫. their relationship is so complicated and beautiful but i think they could be very special, specifically in the teen timeline. they’re so fiercely protective of each other but would never admit it. they hate each other. they admire each other. they resent each other. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER. i wholeheartedly believe lottie was shauna’s bi awakening when they were like 13 and shauna never really stopped thinking lottie was gorgeous. just. THEM.

•jackienat—8/10•

i am a SUCKER for the popular x loser trope and even more so when they’re LESBIANS😁 like lottie was shauna’s awakening, nat was jackie’s. ONE MILLION PERCENT they were childhood besties and one day they kissed ‘to practice’ when they were like 11 and jackie was like ‘OH😨’ and knew then and THERE she was a lesbian. i love them your honour. like shaunanat, i think they’d bully each other, but i also think they’d be so soft with each other. OH and nat would SO tease jackie for being popular and rich and preppy and call her ‘princess’ in jest but would for real treat her like a princess and would beat up anyone who said a bad word about her. yes PLEASEEEEE.

•taivan—10/10•

THEEE IT COUPLE! they are just *mwah* chef’s kiss. especially in the teen timeline! they just balance each other so perfectly, like they were LITCHRALLY made for each other🥹. van is goofy and silly and a dreamer, tai is serious, intense; a realist. they just so clearly love each other so so much and i ADORE THEM. ‘happy wife happy life’ YYYYEEEAHHHHH. i’m gonna be so devastated when they eventually break up in the teen timeline and DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED on if/when van dies in the adult timeline☹️. not even thinking about it actually. just them and their soft tender gay love🤗.

•lottienat—1000000/10•

i genuinely will start tweaking if i think about these two for too long. they just make me so ASKSHSLSLSJSJ😫. i don’t even think i can articulate how much i love them. the rich girl and the burnout. the hunter and the prophet. THEY ARE SO PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER. the bath scene????? DIED DEAD ON THE FLOOR. ‘is that what we are’ GONE REQUIRING CPR. lottie kissing nat’s hands for so long after giving up her leadership, the last thing she had left? SIX FEET FUCKING UNDER😨. nah but fr, i NEEEED them to kiss. they would be so good for each other. the potential is…UNFUCKINGLIMITED (i am choosing to ignore the fact that nat’s dead thank you xoxo). just…the tenderness. the pining. they’re narrative foils. they’re enemies. they’re friends. they’re something more. YELLOWJACKETS…DROP A LOTTIENAT KISS IN S3 AND MY LIFE IS YOURS🙏🏻.

and finally…my fucking roman empire…

•jackieshauna—9999999999999/10•

there is a hole in my heart in the shape of these two. they’re…EVERYTHING. god they just loved each other so much but life and the wilderness and jeff and their own self-destruction got in the way. jackie loved shauna so much it killed her. shauna loved jackie so much she ATE her. they were completely undefinable—best friends, rivals, soulmates. entirely devoted. i just ache when i think about what they could have had. the tragedy of them is life-altering. shauna will miss jackie for longer than she knew her and that fact makes me want TO OFF MYSELF. they are intertwined forever, not knowing where one ends and the other begins. i wholeheartedly believe they were in love with each other but didn’t know how to say it. because of jeff, because it was 1996, because love couldn’t even possibly cover what it was they felt for each other. in my head, they’re together. in my head, they ran away together and lived a long and happy life. and it kills me to know that’s not what happened. they actually make me fucking insane and i’ll never get over them.

now have some memes bc i’m silly like that🤭

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queen-of-reptiles · 1 year ago

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𝚂𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙰

description: while walking alone back home along the beach, mary meets a few strangers, who teach her how to play volleyball, - her eyes are drawn however, to a better view.

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mary fowler x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously.

warnings: just plain cuteness, like a few kisses and curse words but mainly just fluff and mutual pining

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y/n just posted

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tagged y/f/n1, jake_uts1 and 11 others

y/n sun, sea, sand and sunsets (+ an angry Sally and a smug Jake)

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y/f/n1: Is the second photo after I drowned you?

y/n: before - which is why I still look so happy 🙄

y/f/n1: 😇😇

y/f/n2: gAWd that party was so good

y/n: it was a veryyyyyy good night 😂

y/f/n3: i miss just dance sm omg ! 😅

y/n: i miss you sm omg

y/f/n3: don't i'll cry !! 🥹

sally_c: i was seconds from breaking Jake's neck

jake_uts: Don't worry babe, I was seconds from breaking yours

sally_c: 🥰🥰

y/n: You guys stress me out sm as a couple

jake_uts: 😏😏

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y/n kept her eye on the volley ball - she and her friends were on the beach, as usual, the Australian sun setting over them, the temperature perfect in the sense of they could play without sweating but it was still warm.

"Spike!" Jake called and y/n jumped, pushing the ball with a harsh slap, the ball landing at Sally's feet who groans.

"I couldn't get my hand out in time ya cu-" Sally begins, but Jamie shoves her, the boy chuckling.

"Rotate." y/n adds, skipping from the court to umpire so her friend Melanie could have a go, they were an odd number today, with Sally, Jake, Mikey, Jamie and y/n.

y/n was watching the game when she saw her, a girl walking in shorts, her shoes in her hand watching them play, watching y/n shout out suggestions as they did.

The two met eyes, both blushing slightly as they did so. y/n chocked on her own spit, turning to bend and grab her water to take a long swig.

The girl was beautiful, she was stunning, and she was walking toward y/n. The panic that flooded through y/n's body was instant when she noticed the girl coming over.

"Hi." The girl smiled.

"Gd'evening." y/n hummed, watching as Mikey tried to spike but Sally manages to block it.

"Looks like fun." the girl says, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear.

"Oh, it is, but we're an uneven amount today - so I'm sat out for now." y/n explains.

"Well, if you guys can teach me, I can play?" The girl offers and y/n grins, she offers her hand to the beautiful girl.

"y/n." She introduces and the girl smiles.

"Mary." The girl smiles, shaking y/n's hand.

"Right listen up dick-heads." y/n calls, stopping the game but Jamie does roll his eyes at her. "If we can teach Mary how to play, she'll join in." y/n explains, Mary smiling sheepishly.

"Awesome." Jamie nods.

"Yeah great!" Mikey grins kindly.

"Sounds good." Sally adds.

"Let's do this!" Jake finishes and the group start.

They first dissect the game, Mary smiling as they explain what happens and the different type of hits. Then once they had done that, they taught her the positions of the court.

Mary was funny, she had a really pretty smile and y/n couldn't help but have to shut her eyes every few minutes to try and fight the thoughts about Mary's body.

Sally kept looking over at y/n, smirking with a knowing look in her eyes as she tried to focus on Mary and helping her play. Once Mary had warmed up a bit, y/n was teaching her how to serve.

"You want to keep your hands strong, pushing from the shoulder not the wrist." y/n explains.

"Okay." Mary nods. "Like this?" She then asks and y/n hums, moving behind her to guide her hands.

"Like this." y/n continues, not noticing the way her lips brushed Mary's ear, or the way the girl had stopped completely, trying not to sink into the warmth of y/n's chest.

"Okay." Mary breathed, Sally and Jake both sent each other a look, rolling their eyes as y/n stepped away, Mary looking back slightly with red cheeks.

Mary pushed the ball in the air, keeping her hand hard and pushing through it with her shoulder, the serve going over the net easily which caused the group to cheer.

"You got it." y/n grins and Mary smiles.

"Team time!" Sally yells. She then looks around. "Oh it is so girls vs boys." Sally then says and Jake laughs jokingly.

"Oh this will be so easy. You hit like a girl." He teases his girlfriend.

"And you whine like a boy." Sally teases him back making Jake pause and look at her confused.

"I'm not whining." Jake begins, but y/n lightly throws the ball at his face, it bouncing off his forehead and top of his nose and back into y/n's arms, causing Jake to whine and rub his head.

Jamie sighs at him and Jake pauses, realising he had fallen for Sally and y/n's trap, they high five without looking toward each other and Mary giggles behind them.

"Okay, let's play!" Mikey says, jumping up and down excitedly.

Over the next hour it was obvious the teams were very well matched, they were neck and neck in terms of victorious games and as they played the decider, they were once again a point in difference.

Mary was good, she was quick and seemed to have very good stamina, she was athletic and strong, y/n could see that in the way her muscles tensed when she jumped for a ball or hit one.

Ten minutes before their final game, Mary had taken her top off so she was wearing her swimsuit, and while y/n and her friends were already like that, y/n's mouth dropped.

Sally snorted as y/n looked away from Mary's toned arms and exposed back, she tried to ignore the giggles coming from Sally as y/n internally panicked.

Now, they were on the last game and y/n just knocked the ball over the net, Jamie running forward to hit it up and trying to get it over, y/n tipped it over again, Jake running forward to get it.

Then as it came back over, Mary spiked it into the back of the court, the ball bouncing as Mikey squealed in the hope it would help him get it.

y/n and Sally cheer, y/n moving over to pull Mary into a hug, ignoring the way Mary's hands feel on the bottom of her exposed back. Sally joins in on the hug, the three girls cheering.

"Yeah, yeah, we get it you won." Jake says and y/n laughs flipping him off as she grabs her bag.

"Whose up for drinks?" She asks and everyone's hands go up other than Mary. "You coming?" y/n asks, offering her hand.

"That okay?" Mary asks and the loud sound of 'yes; and 'of course' comes from the group.

"Come on, first round on me." y/n adds with a smile and Mary grins.

"Okay." She chuckles and takes y/n's hand, blushing as y/n squeezes it slightly, but Mary keeps their fingers looped as they walk away.

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The evening had now faded into very early morning, Mary and y/n were the only ones left, walking along the beach, talking about everything.

Mary explained to the group what she did and they were all mightily impressed. Sally and Jake went on to explain they were in university with y/n which was how they met and that Mikey ran a parkour park with his family.

"I just like being with kids, and I love beach sports." y/n shrugs, Mary smiling softly as y/n got bashful about what she wanted to do.

y/n had always loved the beach, she assumed it was because she was Australian through and through, but really she just loved the beach.

So, y/n had been at university for business studies and sports science, hoping to run a beach sports club for children once she got out, teaching surfing, volleyball, body boarding, the works.

"I think it sounds like a great idea." Mary promises. "You could even teach soccer." She adds, nudging y/n's shoulder and making her laugh.

"I don't know about that, I'm no Matilda." She teases Mary who rolls her eyes. "I hope you have enjoyed today, I'm sure being on Christmas break means you're meant to relax, so I hope we helped." y/n tells Mary who smiles.

Mary had come home during the break in the WSL, wanting to be with her family for Christmas and New Years, but she would soon be heading back off to the UK.

"You did. I really enjoyed today." Mary smiles.

"Good." y/n nods. Mary looks over at her, the two now back in their tops and watching the sea as the clock neared 2 am.

"You're really pretty." Mary said quietly, a soft smile on her face as she admired y/n's side profile, the girl turning to face Mary.

"So are you." y/n smiled shyly.

"Could we maybe spend some more time together?" Mary asks. "Just us, before I go?" She then asks and y/n smiles holding out her hand for Mary to take, which she does.

"I'd really like that." y/n nods and Mary grins, blushing slightly as she moves to put her head on y/n's shoulder.

"I'd really like it too." Mary says and y/n smiles out at the ocean.

"I'm really glad you decided to walk down the beach today Fowler." y/n chuckled and Mary giggled.

"So am I." Mary agreed.

The two sat there for a bit longer, sharing whispers and giggles before they got up and started to walk back to Mary's, hands linked as they moved through the quiet streets around them.

Once they got to Mary's door, the two stood talking softly for a moment, longer, eyes drinking each other in as much as they could, despite having already exchanged numbers and arranged to meet tomorrow.

"Good night Mary." y/n smiled softly and Mary pecked her cheek. "You missed." y/n hummed and Mary giggled, leaning up to peck y/n on the lips.

y/n moved her hand, cupping the back of Mary's neck to keep their lips together for just a moment longer, y/n had been thinking of doing this the second she had joined the volleyball game.

The two pulled away and y/n couldn't help but grin as Mary blushed, y/n let her hand leave the back of Mary's neck to run over her pink cheek.

"I'll see you tomorrow, pretty girl." y/n promises Mary and the girl nods before y/n winks and walks away, looking back just once to see Mary jumping up and down in front of her door.

y/n smiled, looking away and walking home, suddenly deciding she was very glad for volleyball.

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part one of accidentally in love! series shy!soobin x popular!reader; college!au, strangers to friends to lovers! fluff, comedy, angst, smut

12. the eta theta eta nu special (written chapter 2.5k)

You’re tweaking out. Never have you been so stressed for a simple frat party in your life, and you’ve been to almost every single one since you started college. “Calm down, or else I'll burn your scalp.” Jen warns? Threatens? You don’t know, but you try to breathe. “You look so pretty, babes!” Chaewon squeals as she applies the lip gloss to your lips, finishing your look. “Really?” You pout at her, wanting and needing her confirmation. “Of course! You’re always pretty! I’d never lie to you!” She assures you. “You lied to me this morning when you said there were no more croissants, you gave the last one to Kazuha.” You remind her. She freezes, then shakes her head.

“That’s different. You look so beautiful, Soobin will fall in love with you.” Chaewon nods. “I still have not seen the man in person, so I’m taking this opportunity to see if he’s actually cute.” Jen comments and you look at her confused through the mirror in front of you. “I thought you said you knew him?” You ask. She rolls her eyes as she curls the last lock of hair. “I knew him as in I was thirsty in the middle of the night so I went to grab me water, and when I went to the kitchen I was greeted by a gremlin chugging orange juice.” She argues, before brushing out your curls. “There, gorgeous as ever.” You smile as you look over your done up appearance.

It’s not that you didn’t wear makeup or refused to do your hair, you definitely had a hygiene routine every morning. But you liked the fact that you could dramatize your features with a false lash, lip liner, and contour. You’re lucky to have friends to help you, it sped up the time getting ready by tenfold. “So what are you wearing?” Jen plops onto your bed, laying against your pillows. “Wear something sexy!” Chaewon giggles. You begin to dig through your closet, quickly realizing you own more ugly and memeable shirts than you had imagined.

Usually when there was a party, you just showed up in something presentable: a cropped top and a cute pair of jeans. It wasn’t like you were trying to impress anyone anyways, usually your skills in beer pong did that. But this time you had someone to impress, a very important and attractive person. “What about this?” You pull out a cropped top to show the girls. “You wear that all the time, no.” Jen waves you off. “Wait! I’ll be right back.” Chaewon runs out of your room to her own. She comes back quickly, holding a garment. “Do you still have that white tube top? Wear that with this!”

She presents you a green lace ruffled mini skirt, something simple yet sexy. Before you can say anything, she throws it at you, forcing you to try it on. “Oh my gawd it’s perfect! This with a nice boot, your fake Tiffany necklace Sunoo got you and some hoops-” Chaewon suddenly gasps. “I should become a fashion major.” She suddenly declares. “Yeah no, you’re already too deep into your degree.” Jen reminds her. You quickly change into Chaewon’s suggestions, and give the girls a spin, showing your whole outfit. “You look drop dead gorgeous,” Jen grins. “You’re so hot!” Chaewon squeals.

“I’m so nervous,” You suddenly admit. Your stomach has been queasy this entire time. “What? What’s wrong?” Jen and Chaewon pull you to sit with them on your bed. “This is gonna be the first time we go out together and there’s gonna be people we know.” You explain. “Am I doing too much? Should I not go? What if he ignores me the entire time?” You begin to reveal your worries to your friends. “Oh baby don’t say that.” Jen gives you a hug. “From what you tell us, Soobin is a great guy, he would never do anything to hurt you.” You nod along, despite your thoughts.

“Yeah and if he does, Jen and Keeho will beat him up.” Chaewon offers, making you laugh. “I don’t think I’ll need you to, I can handle myself,” You joke. “Not gonna lie, I’m kinda mad Jay didn’t record you choking Sunghoon. You literally beat up a whole ass man who’s nearly six feet tall.” Jen chuckles. “I feel bad I didn’t mean to actually hurt him, I just couldn’t let him text Soobin.” You try to explain yourself. “No I get it, you’ve got that thing- what do they call it? Women’s intuition?” Chaewon tries to remember. “A mother’s strength? I don’t know, that thing where a woman gets stronger when there’s a crisis.”

“Well safe to assume Sunghoon and the boys will never betray you again. Me neither, I’m here for life.” Jen crosses her fingers, making you laugh. But your laughter soon falls short when there’s a knock on your door. “Oh my gawd I’m gonna hurl.” You wince. “No! You’ll get my skirt dirty.” Chaewon warns as she goes to get the door. You hear her open it, greeting Soobin warmly. “Come on, let’s go say hi to dream boat Soobin.” Jen teases, lugging you up. You force yourself to smile as she guides you down the hall. You catch sight of him immediately. Instead of his usual hoodie or large shirt, Soobin dressed in a loose black button up, tucked into a pair of black pants.

When he turns around, you’re pleasantly surprised to find he’s pushed his hair back a little, revealing his forehead. “Wow,” He gapes eyes traveling up and down your figure, and for once you’re not upset at a man doing so. “You look really pretty.” He smiles. “Thank you,” You blush, letting go of Jen to stand beside him. “I mean you always look pretty, promise. But right now, you look extra pretty. But that doesn’t mean I think you should wear this all the time-” “Thank you Soobin, I appreciate the compliment,” You chuckle, nudging his arm. “Ahem.” Your attention jumps to your two best friends who stand together arms crossed.

You notice Soobin stands straighter. “Soobin,” Jen’s voice is chilling. “Y-Yes?” He stutters. “What do you do?” She asks that question as if she were your father interrogating their daughter’s date to prom. “Huh? Oh, I’m a Language/Literature major here at Hybe, and I work at the coffee shop on campus.” He answers diligently. Jen nods, though doesn’t look impressed. “Do you know who I am?” Jennifer suddenly asks and you immediately hold back a sigh. “Okay! Time to go!” You clap your hands and begin to push Soobin towards the door. “Hey! He hasn’t answered my question!” Jen argues.

As if Soobin couldn't make the situation worse, he turns around to speak. “Uh- you’re Yeonjun’s ex, right? You got scared when I would snack in the middle of the night-” "Soobin, let's go!” You shout, before shutting the door behind you. You finally release your sigh, escaping the madness. “They were nice.” Soobin tries to reassure you. You shoot him a smile and nod. “Yeah, they are. Ready to go?” You ask. Soobin answers by taking your hand and leading you downstairs to his car.

“Usually Keeho picks us up,” You explain as Soobin drives down the street. He has one hand on the wheel, the other has not detached from your hand since you two sat down. “He’ll be there too? Your other friends?” He asks. “Yeah, why? You nervous?” You tease. He scoffs. “I am.” He admits shyly. “I mean I’m nervous to meet your friends too.” You try to appease him. “Yeah, but you already know all of them,” He counters. That was true. You’ve gotten drunk with Yeonjun many times, studied with Taehyun, argued with Beomgyu, and even hung out with Kai once. “I don’t really know any of your friends.” Soobin mumbles. Deciding to distract him, you change the subject.

“When was the last time you’ve been to a party? I know you said it’s been a while,” You ask him. Instantly you notice the tension in the air thicken. Soobin’s grip on your hand tightens just slightly. “I haven’t been to one in about a year I think.” He starts to explain. “Ever since my ex and I broke up.” Oh crap. You’ve hit a mine. “Oh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” You apologize. “No, it’s fine, it’s been a while like you said.” He shakes his head. “I just was scared I’d run into her, you know? Especially right after the breakup.” You nod understandingly. Before you can offer words of comfort, Soobin clears his throat. “Looks like we’re here.” And the two of you gaze up at the brightly lit house filled with drunk adults at the end of the street.

One thing about the Eta Theta Eta Nu Fraternity house was that it wasn’t your luxurious mansion the movies depicted. Instead it was a mediterranean style home with six bedrooms and four bathrooms, a garage and basement, a pool in the back and it was actually owned by former Frat President turned sponsor Choi Siwon. Because of the limited housing, only the council lived inside the house, and usually they didn’t even stay there. You and Soobin walk inside hand in hand, you try your best to ignore his clammy fingers, because you could understand his nerves. But secretly you were just as anxious.

As soon as you walk in, you’re met with loud music and chatter, hoards of people socializing and drinking like there was no tomorrow. “Yo what up girl?” A familiar voice catches your attention, and from the crowd emerges Keeho. “Kee!” You release Soobin to give one of your best friends a hug. “Hey! You look sexy, girl! Damn, I actually gotta give it to Jen. Don’t tell her I said that.” He points at you, making you laugh. “Thank you! Oh, um Keeho, this is Soobin,” You tug the poor boy closer to you, introducing him. “He’s my… friend.” You decide to land on. Keeho’s demeanor immediately switches.

“Hey, nice to meet you finally.” Keeho offers Soobin a hand shake. “You as well.” Is all he’s able to squeak out. “...Well we’re going to find Sunoo, see you around.” You quickly pull Soobin with you past Keeho, hoping the awkward interaction would take care of itself. “He’s with Won and Ni-ki,” Keeho shouts as he goes down the hall. “He’s so scary,” Soobin leans down to whisper in your ear as you guide him through the bustling house. “I promise he’s not, I’m so sorry,” You plead. You eventually find Sunoo and the others at your usual hang out, outside in the backyard by the pool chairs.

“Sunoo!” You shout, once again letting go of Soobin to hug your best friend. As you and Sunoo excitedly exchange a few words, Soobin can’t help but feel a bit neglected. He knows he shouldn’t. You’re a popular girl who has so many loving friends. But as you’re giving hugs to the two other boys, he not only feels jealous, but lonely. “This is Soobin!” You pull him back to reality, beaming up at him with that beautiful smile of yours. “Your boyfriend?” One of the boys teases you, and you immediately shoot him a look. He shuts up and quickly mumbles an apology. Taking the opportunity to be cheeky, Soobin shakes his hand and smiles. “I hope to be.”

So far your night has been going well. Chaewon and Jen rejoined you, and Soobin finally tracks down his own friends to finally have some proper introductions. Yeonjun is already tipsy when you meet him, and he keeps mumbling something about losing a bet. Taehyun and Kai are friendly as always and Beomgyu, well he’s Beomgyu. You’re sitting next to Soobin chatting with your friends when Jake arrives. “Hey! Are you finally ready to lose, cheater?” He slurs, already drunk. You stand up, grinning at Soobin. “Stay here, I’ll be back in a bit,” You quickly press a kiss to his cheek, which has Ni-ki gagging like a child. “Okay,” He nods, watching you depart with a dreamy smile.

Despite your order, Soobin ventures back inside to get another drink- and maybe a water. He’s pouring himself a glass when he suddenly hears her voice. “Soobin?” He freezes, blood running cold. “Oh my God it is you. It’s been so long!” Haewon is smiling at him like they were on good terms. “H-Hey Haewon.” He clears his throat, and sets his drink down on the counter. She just had to approach him when the kitchen was empty. “Wow, you’re looking good. Really good.” She’s drunk, he noticed. Not terribly so, but just enough for her to see him in a good light. “Thanks.” He mumbles, before sighing and grabbing his drink to leave.

“Wait, Soobin?” She catches his sleeve, stopping him. He’d be a liar if he didn’t admit the way she looked up at him made his heart ache. But instead of aching with passion, it was with pain. Even now he could hear her nasty accusations. “I miss you.” What. “I miss you so much, I’m so sorry for cheating on you. I never meant for it to happen.” It takes a second for Soobin to process her words, but in the end he just scoffs and shrugs her off. “Haewon, you cheated on me for six months, half of our relationship. I think you did mean for it to happen.” He counters, and tries to walk away, but the girl throws herself onto him.

“No, I didn’t! You can’t blame me! It wasn’t even my fault! He made me cheat! I promise!” She’s crying now, her makeup smearing down her face. Even though she hurt him so much more than she thought she did, the tiniest part of Soobin still felt bad for Haewon. Not because he missed her or that he still loved her, but because it was pathetic to see his ex act this way in public. “Haewon, I don’t want you-” “I miss you so much, I need you, I love you Soobin!” Suddenly she lunges at him, and Soobin regrets not trying harder in P.E. class as his reflexes are slow. Forcing herself onto him, Haewon hungrily kisses Soobin.

Instantly he pushes her off of him. “Haewon what the fuck-” He wipes his mouth in disgust. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” He spits at her. “Soobin I-“ “No! I don’t fucking love you anymore Haewon! You cheated on me with multiple guys for six months! Don’t you get that you hurt me?! I’ve moved on, I’ve been happy without you! And now you have to go and fuck everything up and tell me you miss me, that you love me! Get it in your fucking head that I don’t care anymore, we’re done!”

It seems as if his screams have finally gotten to her, as Haewon begins to sob, she quickly storms off cursing him.

Bonus:

Haewon was Soobin's first serious relationship

She and Soobin met as classmates

Haewon is the type of person who likes to go out often, and with Soobin being an introvert he never suspected she'd cheat

Beomgyu arguably hates Haewon the most, having never got along with her from the start of their relationship

Haewon is a frequenter at the frat parties, Yeonjun originally wanted her banned but the frat informed him they can't actually ban people so he and Kai ignore her when she's there

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