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Warnings: kissing, fake dating, very long.)
Katie McCabe x Reader:
Title: New Flame
- It’s a gray Thursday afternoon, and the café is unusually quiet. Your favorite table by the window is free, so you settle in, grateful for the peaceful atmosphere. A steaming cup of tea sits beside your open notebook as you jot down thoughts about the book you’re reading, the bustle of the world outside fading into the background.
You’ve always loved this place—the way the soft hum of conversation blends with the hiss of the espresso machine, the faint scent of cinnamon that lingers in the air. It’s your sanctuary, the one place where you can exist undisturbed.
That’s why you barely glance up when the door swings open, and a sharp gust of wind accompanies a new customer inside. But then you hear her.
“Christ, it’s freezing out there. Do you not believe in heating, or what?”
The voice is loud, distinct, and unmistakably Irish. You glance up, and your heart stutters for a beat.
Katie McCabe.
Even if you weren’t a football fan—and you’re not, really—you’d recognize her anywhere. Her image is everywhere: Arsenal star, Ireland’s national treasure, and a lightning rod for attention both on and off the pitch. With her dark hair pulled into a loose ponytail and her piercing green eyes scanning the room, she commands attention effortlessly.
You quickly look back down at your notebook, praying she won’t notice you.
Fate, of course, has other plans.
“Hey, you.”
The words are casual but direct, cutting through the quiet hum of the café. You don’t realize she’s speaking to you until her shadow falls over your table.
You glance up, bewildered. “Me?”
“Yeah, you.” Katie grins, and it’s the kind of grin that suggests she’s up to something. “Mind if I sit?”
Without waiting for an answer, she pulls out the chair across from you and drops into it, looking entirely at ease.
You blink at her, thoroughly confused. “Um… can I help you?”
“Actually, yeah.” She leans forward, propping her elbows on the table. “I’ve got a bit of a situation, and I think you might be able to help me out.”
You stare at her, still trying to process the fact that Katie McCabe, of all people, is sitting at your table, acting like you’re old friends. “I think you’ve got the wrong person.”
She tilts her head, studying you with an intensity that makes you squirm. “Nah, I don’t think so. You’re perfect.”
“For what?”
Katie sits back, crossing her arms and smirking like she’s about to deliver the punchline of a joke. “To be my girlfriend.”
- For a long moment, all you can do is stare at her. “I’m sorry… what?”
“My girlfriend,” she repeats, as if this is the most logical thing in the world. “Well, fake girlfriend. Just for a bit.”
You laugh, certain you’ve misheard her. “Okay, seriously—what is this about? Did someone put you up to this?”
Katie sighs, running a hand through her hair. “Look, I know it sounds mad, but hear me out. There’s this charity gala next weekend, and my ex is going to be there. With her new girlfriend. Who just so happens to play for Chelsea.”
“And…?” you prompt, still thoroughly confused.
“And I can’t show up alone,” Katie says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Do you have any idea how smug they’ll be? No way I’m letting them get one over on me.”
You shake your head, still struggling to wrap your mind around what’s happening. “So your solution is to drag a random stranger into this?”
“Not random,” Katie says, her grin returning. “I’ve seen you in here before. You seem… normal. Quiet. Not the type to run to the tabloids.”
“That’s your criteria? Normal and quiet?”
She shrugs. “Also, you’re cute. That helps.”
Your face heats at the casual compliment, but you refuse to let her distract you. “Katie, I don’t even know you.”
“And I don’t know you,” she counters. “That’s the beauty of it. No one will suspect a thing.”
You stare at her, incredulous. “This is insane.”
“Probably,” she admits. “But I’m desperate. Come on, it’s just one night. I’ll pay you if you want. Whatever it takes.”
Her green eyes are locked on yours, and for a moment, you see a flicker of vulnerability beneath her confident exterior. She really does seem desperate.
You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “This is ridiculous. Why me?”
“Because I’m out of options,” Katie says simply. “And you… you seem like someone I can trust.”
The weight of her words surprises you. Against your better judgment, you find yourself considering her proposal.
“One night?” you ask cautiously.
Katie nods. “One night. That’s it. And I promise, I’ll make it worth your while.”
You hesitate, every instinct telling you to say no. But there’s something about the way she’s looking at you—something earnest and almost endearing—that makes you pause.
“Fine,” you say finally. “But we need rules.”
Katie grins, leaning back in her chair with a satisfied expression. “Rules. Got it. Lay ’em on me.”
Katie’s grin widens as if she’s just scored the winning goal in a cup final. You, on the other hand, feel the weight of your decision settle in—a strange mix of regret and curiosity.
You take a steadying breath and look her in the eye. “First of all, this isn’t a free-for-all. There have to be rules.”
“Fair enough,” Katie says, leaning forward, her chin resting on her hand. “Go on, then. What are the rules?”
You tap your pen against your notebook, thinking. “Rule one: no surprises. If we’re going to do this, I need to know everything beforehand—where we’re going, who’ll be there, what we’re supposed to do. No springing things on me last minute.”
Katie raises an eyebrow but nods. “Fine. No surprises. What else?”
“Rule two: no physical affection unless absolutely necessary.”
Her grin turns mischievous. “Define ‘necessary.’”
You glare at her. “You know what I mean. No kissing, no hand-holding, nothing unless it’s to keep up the act.”
Katie laughs, clearly amused by your flustered tone. “Alright, alright. No unnecessary touching. Got it. Anything else?”
“Rule three…” You pause, unsure how to phrase it. “We keep it professional. No personal stuff. This is a one-time thing, and I don’t want it complicating my life.”
For a moment, Katie’s expression softens. She studies you with a curious tilt of her head, as though trying to figure out what kind of person would say yes to this ridiculous plan. Then she nods.
“Deal,” she says. “Three rules. No surprises, no touching, no personal stuff. Easy.”
You fold your arms. “Good. Now it’s your turn to tell me why this is so important. I need to know what I’m walking into.”
Katie sighs, running a hand through her hair. “Alright, here’s the short version. The gala is a big deal in the football world—sponsors, press, all that. My ex, Ruesha, will be there with her new girlfriend, Louise. Louise and I… let’s just say we don’t get along.”
Your eyebrows lift. “So this is about showing up your ex and her new partner?”
“Not exactly,” Katie says, shifting in her seat. “It’s about showing that I’m fine. That I’ve moved on. That I’m not the same hotheaded, impulsive idiot Charlotte broke up with.”
There’s something raw in her voice, a vulnerability she tries to mask with her usual bravado. It’s the first time you’ve seen a crack in her confident façade.
“Alright,” you say softly. “I get it. But if I’m doing this, you need to promise me something.”
“What’s that?”
“No games. No trying to use me to make anyone jealous or prove a point. If we’re doing this, it’s strictly for appearances.”
Katie meets your gaze, and for a moment, the playful spark in her eyes fades. She nods, her tone serious. “I promise.”
You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “Okay. So… what happens now?”
Katie’s grin returns, this time with a hint of relief. “Now? We prep. I’ll text you the details, and we’ll work out a plan. Don’t worry—I’ll make this as painless as possible.”
“Somehow, I doubt that,” you mutter.
Katie laughs as she stands, tossing a few bills onto the table. “Thanks for this. You’re saving my ass, you know.”
Before you can respond, she’s out the door, leaving you with a sinking feeling that your quiet life is about to get a lot more complicated.
- Over the next few days, Katie is true to her word-mostly. She texts you the details of the gala: date, time, dress code, and a brief rundown of the attendees. What she doesn’t do, however, is give you much space to breathe.
Her texts are relentless, filled with questions about your life (“What do you do for fun? Need to make our story believable”), comments on your style (“Do you even own anything fancy?”), and more than a few unsolicited jokes.
Katie: Are you sure you’re not a Chelsea fan in disguise?
You: I don’t even watch football.
Katie: Good. Can’t trust a Chelsea fan.
By the time the day of the gala arrives, you’ve exchanged so many messages with her that you feel like you know her—or at least the larger-than-life version she projects.
That’s how you find yourself standing outside the boutique Katie insisted on meeting you at, clutching your coat and wondering how on earth you got here.
The door swings open, and Katie steps out, her sharp features lighting up when she spots you.
“There you are,” she says, striding toward you. “Come on, we’ve got work to do.”
“Work?” you echo, following her inside.
She smirks. “You didn’t think I’d let you show up in jeans and a hoodie, did you?”
Inside, the boutique is all sleek lines and shimmering fabrics, a world away from your usual haunts. Katie gestures to a rack of gowns with a dramatic flourish.
“Pick something,” she says. “And don’t worry—I’m paying.”
You hesitate, glancing at the price tags. “Katie, this is too much—”
“Trust me, it’s not,” she interrupts. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.”
Her confidence is infectious, and despite your protests, you let her help you choose an outfit. It’s strange, seeing this side of her—playful, encouraging, almost charming.
By the time you’re dressed and ready, you catch Katie staring at you in the mirror.
“What?” you ask, self-conscious.
She grins, her voice softer than usual. “You look perfect.”
- The car ride to the gala is quieter than you expected. Katie sits beside you, fidgeting with the cuffs of her tailored suit, her usual bravado noticeably muted. You glance at her, trying to decide if this is the same Katie McCabe who confidently strolled into your life days ago and turned it upside down.
“You alright?” you ask, breaking the silence.
She looks at you, startled, before forcing a smirk. “Me? Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You’re fidgeting,” you point out.
Katie immediately stills, shoving her hands into her lap. “I’m not fidgeting. Just… warming up, you know? Big game mentality.”
You snort. “This isn’t a game.”
“Isn’t it, though?” she says, her grin returning. “It’s all about strategy. Confidence. Timing. Same rules apply.”
You shake your head, but her words stick with you. As the car pulls up to the venue—a sprawling estate lit up like something out of a fairy tale—you suddenly feel the weight of what you’ve agreed to.
The driver opens the door, and Katie steps out first, extending a hand to you. For a moment, you hesitate. Then you take it, her grip steadying you as you step onto the red carpet.
“Ready?” she murmurs, her voice low enough that only you can hear.
“No,” you admit, your heart racing as cameras flash in the distance.
Katie squeezes your hand, her smirk softening into something more reassuring. “Don’t worry. Just stick with me.”
The ballroom is even more intimidating than the exterior. Chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over a sea of impeccably dressed guests, their laughter and conversation blending into a hum of sophistication. Katie leads you through the crowd with the ease of someone who belongs, her hand resting lightly on the small of your back.
You catch a few people staring—some curious, others outright surprised. It doesn’t take long for someone to approach.
“Katie!”
A tall woman in a sleek black dress strides over, her smile polished and sharp. You don’t need to be told who she is; the tension in Katie’s shoulders gives it away.
“Ruesha,” Katie says, her tone neutral but her smile strained.
The woman’s gaze flicks to you, her eyebrows lifting in surprise. “And who’s this?”
Before you can respond, Katie slips an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “This is my girlfriend,” she says smoothly. “We’ve been seeing each other for a while now. Isn’t that right, love?”
The word catches you off guard, but you recover quickly, nodding. “That’s right.”
Ruesha’s smile doesn’t falter, but there’s a flicker of something—annoyance, maybe?—in her eyes. “How… lovely. I didn’t realize you were seeing someone.”
Katie shrugs, her expression deceptively casual. “I like to keep my private life private these days.”
Before Rushea can respond, another voice cuts in.
“Ruesha aren’t you going to introduce us?”
You turn to see a strikingly beautiful woman join the group. She’s tall and athletic, her confident demeanor radiating the same energy as Katie’s—but colder, more calculating. Louise, you realize.
“Louise, this is Katie and…” Ruesha hesitates, clearly having forgotten your name.
“Y/N,” Katie supplies smoothly, her arm tightening around you.
“Y/N,” Ruesha repeats, her tone almost apologetic. “This is Louise.”
Louise extends a hand, her smile as sharp as the rest of her. “Pleasure to meet you.”
You shake her hand, acutely aware of the tension crackling between her and Katie. “Likewise.”
“So,” Louise says, turning to Katie. “Didn’t think I’d see you here. You always hated these events.”
Katie’s smile doesn’t waver. “Things change.”
The conversation feels like a battlefield, every word carefully chosen and loaded with subtext. You do your best to play along, nodding and smiling in the right places, but it’s clear that Katie is the one holding the line.
Finally, Ruesha and Louise excuse themselves, leaving you and Katie alone again.
“Well,” you say, exhaling a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “That was… intense.”
Katie laughs, but it’s more bitter than amused. “Welcome to my world.”
- The rest of the evening passes in a blur of introductions and polite conversation. Katie is charming and confident, slipping effortlessly into her role as the doting girlfriend. You find yourself admiring how natural she makes it seem—like this really is her world, and you’re just lucky to be part of it.
But as the night wears on, you notice the cracks. The way her smile falters when she thinks no one is looking. The way her hand grips her glass a little too tightly whenever Charlotte or Louise is nearby.
It’s not until much later, when the crowd begins to thin and the band starts playing slower songs, that Katie finally lets her guard down.
“Come on,” she says, tugging you toward the dance floor.
You hesitate. “Katie, I don’t dance—”
“Neither do I,” she says, cutting you off. “But we’ve got appearances to keep up, remember?”
Before you can argue, she pulls you into her arms, her hands settling lightly on your waist. You place your hands on her shoulders, trying to ignore the way your heart skips a beat as she pulls you closer.
The music is soft and slow, the kind of song that leaves no room for distance. You glance up at her, surprised to find her looking back at you with an expression you can’t quite read.
“You’re good at this,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.
Katie chuckles, but there’s no humor in it. “Fake it till you make it, right?”
You tilt your head, studying her. “Is that what you’re doing? Faking it?”
For a moment, she doesn’t answer. Then she looks away, her jaw tightening. “What else is there?”
Her words catch you off guard, the vulnerability in them cutting through the practiced confidence she wears like armor. Before you can respond, she shakes her head and forces a smile.
“Forget it,” she says. “Let’s just get through tonight.”
But as the song ends and the crowd applauds, you can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to Katie McCabe than meets the eye—and that maybe, just maybe, this fake relationship isn’t as simple as you thought.
- The car ride back is a stark contrast to the ride there. Katie is quiet, staring out the window with her hands clasped in her lap. You sit beside her, the weight of the evening pressing down on you like a heavy coat.
It’s not until you’re halfway back to your apartment that she finally speaks.
“Thanks for tonight,” she says, her voice softer than you’ve ever heard it.
You glance at her, surprised. “You’re welcome.”
Katie doesn’t elaborate, and the silence stretches between you, filled with unspoken words and questions you’re too afraid to ask.
When the car pulls up to your building, she steps out first, holding the door for you. You hesitate on the sidewalk, unsure what to say.
“So… I guess that’s it?” you ask, your voice uncertain.
Katie looks at you, her expression unreadable. For a moment, you think she’s going to say something important. Then she flashes you one of her signature grins, the kind that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Yeah. That’s it.”
You nod, feeling a strange pang of disappointment as you turn to go.
“Y/N.”
Her voice stops you in your tracks. You turn back to see her standing there, hands shoved into the pockets of her coat.
“If you ever need a favor… or just want to grab a coffee or something… you know where to find me.”
You blink at her, surprised. “Are you asking to be friends?”
Katie laughs, the sound lighter this time. “Maybe. Is that so bad?”
You smile despite yourself. “No, it’s not bad. I’ll think about it.”
She grins. “Fair enough. Goodnight, Y/N.”
“Goodnight, Katie.”
You don’t expect to hear from Katie again, but a few days later, your phone buzzes with a text.
Katie: How’s the quiet life? Miss me yet?
You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling.
You: Hardly. I’m enjoying the peace, thanks.
Katie: Liar. Meet me at the cafĂŠ later. My treat.
Against your better judgment, you agree.
When you walk into the cafĂŠ, Katie is already there, leaning back in her chair with a cup of coffee in hand. She looks up when you approach, her grin widening.
“Hey, stranger.”
“Hey,” you say, sliding into the seat across from her. “What’s this about?”
She shrugs. “Just wanted to check in. Make sure you’re not scarred for life after the gala.”
You laugh, shaking your head. “I survived. Barely.”
Katie smirks. “You did great, by the way. Couldn’t have pulled it off without you.”
“Glad I could help,” you say, sipping your tea. “But seriously, why are you here? I thought this was a one-time thing.”
Katie hesitates, her grin faltering. “I don’t know. Guess I just… liked hanging out with you.”
Her admission catches you off guard, and for a moment, you don’t know how to respond.
“Well,” you say finally, “I liked hanging out with you too. Even if you did drag me into your ridiculous plan.”
Katie laughs, the sound warm and genuine. “Yeah, sorry about that. But admit it—it wasn’t all bad.”
You smile. “No, it wasn’t.”
For the next hour, the two of you talk like old friends, the conversation flowing easily despite your differences. You’re surprised by how comfortable you feel around her, how quickly the walls you’ve built start to crumble.
When you finally leave the café, you realize something strange: you’re actually looking forward to seeing her again.
- Over the next few weeks, your life begins to shift in ways you never expected. Katie texts you almost daily, her messages ranging from sarcastic quips to genuine questions about your day. She invites you to watch her matches, introduces you to her teammates, and even convinces you to kick a ball around with her at the park one evening.
At first, you tell yourself it’s just friendship. But as the days turn into weeks, you can’t ignore the growing tension between you—the way her smile lingers a little too long, the way your heart skips a beat whenever she leans in close.
You remind yourself of the rules you set, the lines you swore you wouldn’t cross. But Katie McCabe has a way of breaking down barriers, and no matter how hard you try to resist, you find yourself drawn to her.
One evening, after a particularly close Arsenal match, she shows up at your door, a six-pack of beer in hand.
“Thought you might want to celebrate,” she says, her grin mischievous.
“You won,” you point out, stepping aside to let her in.
“Exactly,” she says, plopping down on your couch like she’s been there a hundred times before.
As the night wears on, the conversation grows deeper, the playful banter giving way to something more serious.
“You’re different, you know,” Katie says suddenly, her gaze fixed on you.
You blink at her, surprised. “Different how?”
She shrugs, her expression uncharacteristically vulnerable. “Just… different. In a good way.”
Your heart skips a beat, and for a moment, you can’t find the words to respond.
“Katie…” you start, but she cuts you off, her grin returning.
“Don’t worry,” she says, raising her beer in a mock toast. “I’m not about to confess my undying love or anything. Just… wanted you to know.”
You laugh, but her words stick with you long after she leaves.
- It happens on a quiet night, one of those evenings where neither of you plans anything but somehow end up together anyway. Katie shows up unannounced—again—this time with a pizza and a bottle of wine.
“Figured you wouldn’t say no to free food,” she says with her trademark grin, already letting herself in.
You roll your eyes but don’t stop her. “Do you ever ask before barging into people’s lives?”
“Not when I know the answer’s yes,” she quips, plopping onto your couch and propping her feet up on the coffee table.
You sit beside her, the familiar routine settling in as you eat, drink, and talk. The conversation flows effortlessly, jumping from football to books to the absurdity of life.
Somewhere between the second slice of pizza and the third glass of wine, the mood shifts. The laughter fades into a comfortable silence, and you realize just how close you’re sitting—your legs brushing, your shoulders almost touching.
Katie turns to you, her expression softer than usual. “You know,” she says, her voice low, “this is nice.”
“What is?” you ask, your pulse quickening.
“This.” She gestures vaguely between the two of you. “Hanging out. Not pretending, not putting on a show. Just… being.”
You swallow hard, her words stirring something deep inside you. “Yeah,” you say quietly. “It is.”
For a moment, neither of you moves. The air feels charged, the space between you shrinking with every passing second. Then, without thinking, you speak.
“Katie, why did you really ask me to do this? The gala, the fake dating—why me?”
She hesitates, her eyes searching yours. “Because you’re different,” she says finally. “You’re honest. You don’t care about the football, or the fame, or any of the other crap people usually care about. You see me. Just me.”
Her words hit you like a punch to the gut, and before you can stop yourself, you’re leaning in.
So is she.
The kiss is soft at first, tentative, as though both of you are afraid to break the spell. Then Katie’s hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and the world tilts on its axis.
When you finally pull away, you’re both breathing hard, her forehead resting against yours.
“Wow,” she murmurs, her lips quirking into a small, stunned smile.
“Yeah,” you whisper, your mind racing.
Katie pulls back slightly, her expression turning serious. “Are you okay?”
You nod, your fingers still clutching the front of her shirt. “I think so. Are you?”
She chuckles, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Better than okay.”
The warmth in her gaze sends your heart into overdrive, but reality crashes down a moment later.
“Katie,” you say hesitantly, “this wasn’t supposed to happen.”
Her smile falters, but she doesn’t let go. “I know. But…” She pauses, her voice dropping to a whisper. “What if it’s supposed to?”
- After that night, everything changes.
Katie doesn’t pull away. If anything, she becomes even more present in your life—texting you good morning, showing up at your place unannounced, dragging you out to watch sunsets or explore the city.
You try to resist, to remind yourself that this was never meant to be real. But the lines have blurred so completely that you don’t know where the act ends and the truth begins.
And the truth is, you’re falling for her.
It’s in the little things—how she remembers your favorite coffee order, how she always makes you laugh when you’re having a bad day, how she looks at you like you’re the only person in the room.
But it’s also in the bigger moments. Like the time she invites you to a team dinner and introduces you to her teammates as “my person.” Or the night she tells you about her childhood, her struggles, her fears—the parts of herself she keeps hidden from the world.
Every day, you fall a little harder. And every day, you wonder how long this can last before it all comes crashing down.
- It happens during another gala, this time for a charity event. Katie insists on bringing you again, despite your protests.
“You’re my lucky charm,” she says with a grin, her hand warm against yours.
The evening is perfect—until you see Charlotte and Louise across the room.
Katie stiffens beside you, her smile tightening. “Great,” she mutters. “Here we go again.”
You squeeze her hand. “Ignore them. You don’t need to prove anything to her—or anyone else.”
She looks at you, her eyes softening. “Thanks, love.”
The word sends a jolt through you, and you realize with startling clarity that you want her to mean it.
As the night goes on, you find yourself watching her, captivated by the way she moves through the crowd with effortless charm. You can’t help but wonder if she feels the same way—if this has become real for her too.
When the event ends and you’re back in the car, Katie turns to you, her expression uncharacteristically vulnerable.
“Y/N,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need to know… is this still just pretend for you?”
Your breath catches, her question hanging in the air like a challenge.
“No,” you admit, your voice trembling. “It hasn’t been for a while.”
Relief floods her features, and she reaches for your hand, her fingers threading through yours.
“Good,” she says softly. “Because it’s not pretend for me either.”
- The shift in your relationship is subtle at first, like the first hints of spring after a long winter. Katie still texts you incessantly, still shows up at your door unannounced, but now there’s a softness to her—a quiet vulnerability that wasn’t there before.
You’re hesitant to define what’s happening between you, afraid that putting a label on it will ruin the fragile thing you’ve built. But Katie seems unbothered by the ambiguity.
One evening, as you’re sprawled out on your couch, her head resting in your lap while some random movie plays in the background, she looks up at you and says, “You overthink too much, you know that?”
You pause mid-stroke, your fingers tangled in her hair. “I do not.”
Katie raises an eyebrow, her smirk playful. “You do. I can practically see the gears turning.”
You sigh, your hand dropping to your side. “Can you blame me? This… whatever this is—it’s complicated.”
Katie sits up, her expression serious now. “It doesn’t have to be.”
You stare at her, your heart pounding. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I like you, Y/N. More than like you. And I think you feel the same way. So why are we making it harder than it needs to be?”
Her words hit you like a freight train, the raw honesty in her gaze leaving you breathless.
“I…” You hesitate, the weight of your emotions threatening to crush you. “I do feel the same way. But what if this doesn’t work out? What if—”
Katie cuts you off with a kiss, her hands framing your face as she pulls you in. It’s not the first time you’ve kissed, but there’s something different about this one—something that feels permanent, like a promise.
When she pulls away, her forehead rests against yours, her breath warm against your skin. “Stop overthinking,” she murmurs. “Just be with me.”
And for the first time, you let yourself believe that it might be that simple.
- The next few weeks are a whirlwind. Katie is unapologetically affectionate, holding your hand in public, kissing your cheek when she thinks no one is looking, and calling you “love” in a way that makes your heart skip a beat every time.
Her teammates notice the change immediately.
“Well, look who’s gone soft,” one of them teases during a team dinner, nudging Katie with a grin.
Katie doesn’t even try to deny it. “What can I say? I’ve got good taste.”
You laugh, your cheeks burning as you try to wave off the attention. But secretly, you love it—the way she’s so unabashedly proud to be with you.
Of course, not everything is perfect. The press catches wind of your relationship, and suddenly, your private life is splashed across tabloids and gossip columns.
“Katie McCabe’s New Flame: Who Is She?”
You try not to let it get to you, but the constant scrutiny is overwhelming. Katie does her best to shield you from it, but even she can’t control the media.
One night, after yet another article speculating about your relationship, you finally snap.
“I didn’t sign up for this,” you say, pacing your living room while Katie watches from the couch. “I didn’t ask to have my life dissected by strangers.”
“I know,” Katie says quietly. “And I’m sorry. I wish I could make it go away.”
You stop, turning to face her. “Why does it matter so much to them? Why can’t we just be normal?”
Katie stands, crossing the room to take your hands in hers. “Because nothing about us is normal, Y/N. And that’s okay. I don’t care what they say or what they think. All I care about is you.”
Her words are a balm to your frayed nerves, and you let her pull you into a hug, her arms wrapping around you like a shield.
“I’m scared, Katie,” you admit, your voice muffled against her shoulder.
“I know,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your hair. “But we’ll figure it out. Together.”
- The first real test of your relationship comes when Katie’s team suffers a devastating loss in a high-stakes match.
She shuts down completely, her usual confidence replaced by a storm of frustration and self-doubt. She doesn’t text, doesn’t call, and when you show up at her apartment unannounced, she barely even looks at you.
“Katie,” you say gently, sitting beside her on the couch. “Talk to me.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” she mutters, staring at the TV.
You reach for her hand, but she pulls away, her jaw tight. “I just need to be alone right now.”
The words sting, but you nod, standing to leave. “Okay. But I’m here when you’re ready.”
It’s two days before she finally calls.
“I’m sorry,” she says, her voice heavy with guilt. “I shouldn’t have pushed you away.”
“It’s okay,” you say, relief flooding through you. “But you don’t have to go through this alone, Katie. Let me be there for you.”
She’s quiet for a moment before she whispers, “I’m not used to letting people in.”
“I know,” you say softly. “But you let me in once. You can do it again.”
Her silence speaks volumes, and when she finally comes over that evening, she doesn’t say much. But she doesn’t need to. The way she holds you, the way she looks at you—it’s enough.
- The days after Katie’s apology are marked by a cautious rhythm. You both fall back into your routines, but there’s a new layer to your relationship—one that’s fragile and demands more care.
Katie starts opening up in small ways. She shares little details about her day, mentions how her coach has been riding the team harder since the loss, and admits how the pressure is starting to feel unbearable.
“I hate losing,” she confesses one night as you sit on the floor of your living room, sharing a bottle of wine. “But what I hate even more is letting people down.”
“You didn’t let anyone down,” you say firmly, reaching for her hand. “Football is a team sport. It’s not all on you.”
Katie looks at you, her eyes filled with something raw and unspoken. “It feels like it is sometimes.”
You squeeze her hand. “You’re not alone in this. You’ve got your team, your family… and you’ve got me.”
Her lips quirk into a small, grateful smile, and she leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
- As Katie’s team prepares for another high-profile match, the media frenzy around your relationship intensifies. Paparazzi follow you to the grocery store, articles dissect every outing, and social media buzzes with speculation.
Katie brushes it off, but you can see the toll it’s taking on her.
“It’s just noise,” she says one evening as you scroll through another invasive article. “They’ll move on eventually.”
But you’re not so sure. Your personal life is now public property, and the constant attention makes you feel exposed in ways you never expected.
The breaking point comes when a particularly nasty headline accuses you of being a distraction to Katie’s career.
“She’s better off without her,” the article declares, accompanied by a photo of the two of you walking hand in hand.
Katie finds you staring at the article, your face pale.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, her tone laced with concern.
You shove your phone toward her, your voice trembling. “This. They’re saying I’m ruining your career.”
Katie skims the article, her jaw tightening. “This is bullshit,” she says sharply. “You’re not ruining anything. If anything, you’re the reason I’m still sane.”
“But what if they’re right?” you whisper. “What if I’m hurting you without even realizing it?”
Katie sets the phone down and takes your face in her hands, forcing you to look at her. “Don’t do this to yourself. Don’t let them get in your head. You’re not a distraction—you’re my anchor. And I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”
Her words bring tears to your eyes, and you nod, letting her pull you into a tight hug.
- In the weeks that follow, you and Katie work to establish a new normal. She arranges for better security to protect your privacy, and you agree to limit your public appearances together to avoid fueling the media fire.
But behind closed doors, your relationship thrives.
Katie starts taking you to her matches, sneaking you into the players’ section so you can cheer her on without drawing attention. You learn the ins and outs of football, surprising even yourself with how invested you become.
And in return, Katie makes an effort to understand your world. She reads your favorite books, asks questions about your work, and even tries her hand at cooking one night—though the results are disastrous.
“It’s the thought that counts,” you tease as you survey the charred remains of what was supposed to be dinner.
Katie groans, burying her face in her hands. “Remind me never to set foot in a kitchen again.”
You laugh, pulling her into a hug. “Deal. But you’re doing the dishes.”
- The turning point in your relationship comes during Katie’s next big match—a game that could make or break her team’s season.
You sit in the stands, your heart pounding as you watch her on the field. She’s a force of nature, her every move calculated and precise. But as the game drags on, the opposing team scores, and you see the frustration etched across her face.
When the final whistle blows, Katie’s team has lost, and the stadium is heavy with disappointment. You make your way to the locker rooms, unsure if she’ll even want to see you.
But when she emerges, her expression tired but determined, she spots you immediately.
“Hey,” she says, her voice soft.
“Hey,” you reply, stepping closer. “You played great.”
She shakes her head. “Not good enough.”
You hesitate, then reach for her hand. “Katie, you’re allowed to be upset. But don’t forget how much you’ve already accomplished. You’re incredible, and one match doesn’t change that.”
Her eyes soften, and she pulls you into a hug, holding you tightly. “Thanks, love,” she murmurs. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You’ll never have to find out,” you whisper back, meaning every word.
- The loss is a blow to Katie’s confidence, but it also sparks something in her—a determination to prove herself. She throws herself into training, spending extra hours on the field and analyzing game footage late into the night.
At first, you worry she’s pushing herself too hard, but she reassures you.
“I need this,” she says one evening, her voice steady. “I need to know I gave it everything.”
You support her in every way you can, packing her lunches, sneaking notes of encouragement into her bag, and even attending more matches despite the paparazzi. Slowly, the cracks in her confidence begin to mend.
Katie’s hard work pays off in her next match, where she dominates the field and leads her team to a decisive victory. The stadium erupts in cheers, and you can’t help but feel a surge of pride as she looks up at you in the stands, a triumphant grin on her face.
Afterward, she finds you waiting for her outside the locker room. Before you can say a word, she sweeps you into her arms, spinning you around.
“You’re amazing,” you say breathlessly, laughing as she sets you down.
Katie smirks. “I know. But hearing it from you makes it better.”
- As Katie’s career continues to soar, so does the scrutiny around your relationship. But instead of letting it break you, you and Katie learn to face it together.
You stop reading the tabloids, and Katie makes a point to shield you from the worst of it. “It’s just noise,” she reminds you. “What matters is us.”
And she proves it every day. Whether it’s through small gestures—like leaving flowers on your desk—or grand declarations, like when she dedicates a game-winning goal to you, Katie makes it clear that you’re her priority.
One evening, as you sit on the balcony of her apartment, watching the city lights twinkle below, she turns to you with a serious expression.
“Y/N,” she begins, her voice uncharacteristically nervous, “I’ve been thinking a lot about us.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Should I be worried?”
She laughs, shaking her head. “No. But I want you to know that I’m all in. Whatever happens—whether I win or lose, whether the media loves or hates us—I’m not going anywhere. And I hope you feel the same.”
Tears well up in your eyes as you nod. “Of course I do. You’re stuck with me, Katie McCabe.”
“Good,” she says, her grin returning. “Because I wasn’t giving you a choice.”
- The years that follow are a mix of highs and lows, victories and setbacks, but through it all, your love for each other only grows stronger.
Katie continues to dominate on the field, earning accolades and respect from fans and teammates alike. And you carve out a life for yourself that feels fulfilling and balanced, even amidst the chaos of being with someone in the spotlight.
There are challenges, of course. Arguments over schedules, moments of doubt, and the occasional media frenzy. But you learn to navigate them together, always coming back to the foundation of trust and love you’ve built.
One evening, as you sit together on your couch, Katie leans over and kisses your temple.
“You know,” she says softly, “I never thought I’d find someone like you.”
You smile, resting your head on her shoulder. “Someone who puts up with your terrible cooking and late-night football rants?”
She laughs, her arm wrapping around you. “No. Someone who makes me better. Someone who makes all of this—everything—worth it.”
Tears prick your eyes as you look up at her. “I feel the same way.”
And in that moment, you know that whatever the future holds, you’ll face it together.
Because love, real love, isn’t about perfection. It’s about finding someone who makes the imperfections worthwhile. And with Katie, you’ve found exactly that.
(Woah, this was a long one.)
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misaerabl ¡ 1 day ago
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cute abby new years fic pleaseee
“New Year, Same Feelings”
A/N: wrote this on my phone on the way to my aunts house, not proofread! (ALSO PLS SEND ME MORE REQUESTS!)
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The WLF base had its own way of celebrating. It wasn’t glamorous—just dimly lit hallways crammed with people, cheap beer passed from hand to hand, and music loud enough to drown out the war-torn world outside. Despite the chaos, there was a strange comfort in it. People laughed, cheered, and lived like tomorrow wasn’t a question mark.
You stood near the wall, nursing a drink and watching it all unfold. The party felt distant, even with the noise and movement pressing in on all sides. It wasn’t the kind of scene you usually gravitated toward, but Abby had insisted you come.
Speaking of Abby, she was impossible to miss. Center stage, as always, her laughter rose above the din, loud and infectious as she arm-wrestled one of the newer recruits. She won, of course, sending her opponent stumbling back with a playful shove before raising her arms in victory. People cheered, and she soaked it in, grinning like she owned the place.
But then her gaze flicked over to you.
You stiffened under her scrutiny, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she handed off her beer to someone and started weaving through the crowd toward you. Her cheeks were flushed—not just from exertion but from the alcohol she’d been steadily consuming all night.
“Hey, you,” she greeted, plopping into the seat next to you without waiting for an invitation. Her voice was warm, slightly slurred. “You’ve been over here all night. What’s up with that?”
“Just enjoying the view,” you said, raising your glass in a half-hearted toast.
Abby smirked, leaning back in her chair and stretching her legs out in front of her. “You mean the view of me kicking everyone’s ass? Go on, admit it. You’re impressed.”
“I think you’ve had too much to drink,” you teased, though you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.
“Not an answer,” she countered, her tone playful but her gaze intent.
You rolled your eyes, but before you could respond, she tilted her head, her expression softening in a way that caught you off guard.
“Do you ever think about me?” she asked suddenly, her voice quieter now.
You frowned, caught off guard. “What?”
“When I’m not around,” she clarified, still watching you. “Do you ever... I don’t know. Wonder what I’m doing? Or think about me at all?”
The question sent your thoughts spinning. “Abby, you’re drunk,” you said carefully.
“Doesn’t mean I’m lying,” she shot back, her brow furrowing. “Come on, just answer me. Do you?”
You hesitated. It wasn’t the kind of question you could brush off with a joke, and Abby, drunk or not, wasn’t the type to let it go.
“Yeah,” you admitted finally, your voice low. “I think about you.”
She blinked, like she hadn’t expected you to actually answer. Then she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “Good,” she murmured, her grin returning, softer this time. “Because I think about you all the damn time. And it’s driving me crazy.”
Your stomach twisted. This wasn’t the Abby you were used to—the confident, steady presence who never let her guard down. This was raw, unfiltered Abby, her usual walls stripped away by the alcohol.
“Abby...”
“I’m serious,” she interrupted, sitting up straighter. “Do you have any idea what it’s like? Seeing you every day, trying to act normal when all I wanna do is—”
She stopped herself, running a hand through her hair and letting out a frustrated sigh. “You know what? Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“Wait—”
“No, really,” she insisted, standing abruptly. “This was stupid. I’m just drunk and saying stupid things, so let’s just pretend—”
“Abby, stop.”
She froze, her wide eyes meeting yours. The noise around you seemed to fade as you stepped closer, your heart pounding in your chest.
“You didn’t ruin anything,” you said, your voice steady despite the chaos inside you.
The countdown started in the background—ten seconds to midnight. Abby’s shoulders relaxed slightly, but the vulnerability in her gaze didn’t waver.
“You mean that?” she asked, her voice barely audible.
“Yeah,” you said. “I mean it.”
The countdown reached its climax, and the room erupted into cheers as the clock struck midnight. People shouted, laughed, kissed—but all you could focus on was Abby.
She let out a shaky laugh, her breath misting in the cold air. “New year,” she said, a hint of her usual humor creeping into her tone. “Same feelings, huh?”
You smiled, the tension in your chest easing just a little. “Something like that.”
Abby laughed again, this time more genuine, and before you could overthink it, you reached out, your hand brushing against hers.
“Let’s talk about this again tomorrow,” you said softly. “When you’re sober.”
She nodded, her fingers curling around yours. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”
For now, though, it was enough just to be here, together, standing at the edge of something new.
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moonstrck ¡ 3 days ago
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@fairymischief yeah I get that OP is saying we should also criticize the fathers but the phenomenon of “boy moms” goes so deep. In another reblog someone explained how many of the murder victim Junko Furata’s tormentors were vehemently defended by their mothers in particular, some of them who went on to blame her for her 44 days of horrific torture, and scream that their sons were innocent kind people who didn’t deserve any kind of consequences despite having to sit and listen to the disgusting things they did. Gabby Petito’s murderer’s mother in particular helped cover it up and defended her “baby”.
Also, yes it’s anecdotal, but SO MANY WOMEN either have been harmed by their own mothers or MIL for this reason. You can see people sharing their stories in the reblogs here and every “boy mom” tiktok ever. I personally know multiple women who were shunned, degraded and treated like a maid while putting their sons on a pedestal, parentifying their daughters as children simply because they were girls. My great grandmother had 4 children (2 boys 2 girls). She repeatedly abandoned her 2 girls, giving them to friends and relatives when she wanted to “focus on her boys”. Her sons never had to work as she supported them her entire life while they bled her dry in houses, cars and businesses. She acted like a completely different person towards her sons. How many of us have been or know women who have been put through the wringer by their male partner’s mother, that hates any woman who dares to be in her son’s life and uses any opportunity to shame them? How many insane videos are there out there of women saying “the love I have for my son is just special/different, I love my daughter of course but my SON is PERFECT” I can’t imagine growing up hearing that.
It’s patriarchal in nature, so I don’t see how criticizing this phenomenon is misogynist in itself. In being a feminist I acknowledge that women are also capable of being abusive and harmful. And while it is not a systemic injustice like female oppression, that doesn’t mean it’s above criticism. If I saw this type of behavior from man I promise you I’d shit on them the same (if not more lol). But these women who have toxic attitudes of glorifying boys over girls even when they’re BABIES are misogynist themselves so yes, I’m going to criticize that because it does real harm to daughters and women in heterosexual relationships.
"Boy mom-" and my brain immediately shuts off. Its the new "pick me". The fad where we take one "genre" of woman and attack her in the name of women's wellbeing is such poorly hidden misogyny. Its all an excuse to get off on collectively attacking women. And the thing with boy mom shit is I always see people saying they taught their children gender roles... but then they literally revert back to gender roles???? It's usually seen with cooking. "Men raised by boy moms can't help cook" AND THEIR FATHERS???? That's how you know it's a shitty excuse to be misogynistic. The irony of being mad at "boy moms" for only teaching daughters to cook while only holding moms accountable for cooking is hilarious. It kinda shows how people very much act like moms are immune to misogyny. And it's always the cheesy type liberals that do this. They have no mental capability to reflect on their actions. They're the same sheep as conservatives, just dressed in rainbows
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little-miss-fandom-freak ¡ 3 days ago
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Jayce Talis x Goth!Reader
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Here's the 2nd Goth!Reader story as promised, Dr. Phosphorus' is on the way!
The two of you met while he was in the Undercity buying parts for his newest project.
You were a regular in Benzo's shop, selling anything you found while you were out scavenging. You were in the back, looking for something in particular for a project of your own. When you came from the back, Jayce digging through a box of power converters.
"Whos this guy?" You asked as you walked behind the counter.
Ekko shrugged. "Some topsider."
When he finally found the one he needed, Jayce dropped it in his box and slammed it on the counter.
"How much for all this?" He asked.
Ekko looked at you, then back at him. "Um... let me look."
As Ekko looked through the box, the Jayce's gaze drifted to you. You were too busy going through Benzo's knick-knack box to notice, but he was completely infatuated with you. So infatuated, he didn't even hear Ekko tell him the accurate price. When Jayce didn't respond, Ekko took advantage and doubled the price. Jumping out of his thoughts, Jayce quickly paid, and as Ekko happily scurried away, Jayce kept his eyes on you.
Feeling his gaze, you looked up at him through your lashes. "Can I help you?"
He looked almost startled when you acknowledged him. "Oh-um. I was... um... I-I was just... uh, I wa-wanted to say you... you-you look... nice."
You couldn't help but chuckle at his flustered self. "Thanks. Not so bad yourself, Topsider."
"To-Topsider? How-How'd you- I mean, what? Me, top-topsider no! No I'm not..." He realized he wasn't convincing you at all.
You laughed once again. "You're funny. I like that."
"You-You do?" He couldn't believe his luck right now. Grabbing you supplies, you walked around the counter with a pen in your hand. You pulled his hand twords you and wrote down your information on it and without another word, you left.
♡ Your first date with Jayce was to the History of Piltovian Technology Muesum. He felt a little embarrassed by it at first but was thrilled to find out how much you loved it.
♡ He doesn't quiet understand Goth culture (He's the type of person to call anyone wearing a lot of black Goth), but he tries
♡ He builds you little robot creatures and gifts them to you randomly (holiday or not)
♡ Your dynamic is literally the "He asked for no pickles" meme
♡ Let's you practice new makeup styles on him. It sounds since until you realized he cannot sit still at all.
♡ You're basically known around the university pretty early on as Jayce's scary girlfriend.
♡ People think Jayce is haunted after the one time you spent the day on campus with him and Viktor. Several students reported a ghost sighting that day.
♡ Speaking of Viktor, the two of you got along like a house on fire
♡ Being that you both grew up in the Undercity, you both had a similar thought process.
♡ Despite the chaoticness of the two of you, he loved seeing his best friend and lover get along.
♡ He also introduced you to his mom not even a week into dating (even she felt like it was a little early, but she welcomed you with open arms)
♡ Kinda thinks your a witch because of all the "potions" he finds you making (theyre just medicines and face creams)
♡ If you don't live with him, he will visit you almost every single day.
♡ But if you do live with him, or at least stay at his place the most, he will let you have full control over decorating. He's a scientist, not an interior decorator. The most "fun" thing in his apartment was a dead plant on the kitchen windowsill.
♡ Loves wearing your jewelry.
♡ If you're missing a certain ring or bracelet, there's a 99% chance Jayce took it before when left that morning. (He says wearing it feels like having you there spiritually)
♡ One day, he had you meet the Kiraman's. And you were a nervous wreck.
♡ Not only were they Jayce's sponsors, but they were close friends with him, and you didn't want to ruin it.
♡ When Jayce caught you dumbing down you outfit to one thst was more casual, he FREAKED out.
♡ He hated that you felt the need to change yourself. "If they can't see past the makeup, then they're sad for just assuming who you are without even getting to know you." (He made you cry, thank God you didn't have any makeup on)
♡ Caitlyn was a little scared of you, but eased up when she saw the look of pure love in Jayce's eyes everytime he looked at you.
♡ He bases a lot of his designs around you. This lead to many if the Hex-Tech machinery having Gothic-like designs.
♡ He tries so hard to get involved in your intrests, but he doesn't understand it.
♡ Pre-Time jump Jayce gets very sick when it comes to any level if gore, so horror movies were out. He didn't quiet understand the appeal of Goth music, but he loved seeing the way your face lit up when you would explain the song or the band to him
♡ When Jayce left with Himerdinger and Ekko to investigate the Hex Core, he ran into you. He tried his best to explain everything, and he knew you didn't understand but just being able to air it all out calmed him down.
♡ You were already late for work or else you would've went with, so instead you have him your black cuff. It was his favorite because he had a matching pair that was his house colors.
♡ And good thing you gave it to him, it was the only thing that kept him mildly sane when he was in the other timeline.timeliness. He would spend hours just staring at it, trying to hold on to the memory of you
♡ When he got back, the first thing he did was try and find you. When he did, he couldn't help but kiss you until your black lipsticks rubbed off of you and onto him.
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fictional-reylin ¡ 3 days ago
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── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ Hawks // Takami Keigo with an underground hero
Warnings: Reader having intrusive thoughts about violence, Reader being horny for Keigo, nothing explicit, mention of blood
Word Count: 3.500
Author’s notes: Didn't know if I wanted Reader to be flustered by Hawks attitude or annoyed since the original post didn’t have a specific reaction, so I did both. I may have made the reader a bit too aggressive, I'm sorry. Also, was inspired by this post. I noticed that there was like a whole "saga" following it but I already had the idea for my ending so I just added bits and pieces where I could.
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You are welcome to send requests, don't forget to check this post: ಇ.┊[requests] .ᐟ
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It was late in the evening, maybe like three hours after school hours have finished. You were walking back from your way to work to finally catch a break when you noticed your old teacher from UA. You and Aizawa have kept in contact after you had graduated, but never really had the time to speak casually until today. So now you were sitting on a bench in some random park waiting for Aizawa to return with some coffee to catch up. Only for him to sit and complain with you about his current students now that you were an adult and could understand why he found kids annoying.
“I swear, these stupid kids are going to kill me one of these days…”
You took a sip of your coffee that he ordered for you, scrunching up your nose in disgust before swiftly pouring the rest of the drink in the nearby bushes. “Well you said the same thing about my class yet here you are, still alive” you said casually, remembering how annoyed he used to be with your class and antics that you all pulled off. You turned to look at him only to find him throwing you an annoyed glare, but you just laughed at that.
“Remind me why I even bother keeping contact with you ?”
“Cause I’m your favourite old student ?”
Before Aizawa had the time to object to that, you heard your work phone buzzing in your pocket and took it out, thinking that it was some kind of emergency if they called you after your shift. Reading the email that was sent to you, your eyes widened slightly, and the older man raised an eyebrow at that.
“What is it ?”
You re-read it a second time, making sure that you weren’t imagining it, before you read it out loud to him. “They’re inviting me to… some hero event ? Isn’t this defeating the purpose of me being an underground hero ?” You turned to him dumbfounded, and he just shrugged, sitting back and continuing to drink his coffee.
“They sometimes do that. They see an underground pro with a “Bigger Potential” as they say and try to get them to be more public. It makes them more money, and people consider this as a bit of an ego boost.”
You scoffed, you didn’t know if you should be flattered that they noticed you enough to invite you or insulted that they thought you were the type of person to easily chase after fame. Either way, you shoved your phone back into your pocket and crossed your arms over your chest. Aizawa noticed this and decided that for once he would be openly comforting. “You shouldn’t this an insult, you’re a great hero [Name]. And maybe you should consider going.”
You gave him a deadpan look, thinking that maybe from the last time you two spoke he developed some sense of humour. But by the serious look on his face, you guessed that it wasn’t a poor attempt at a joke.
“Are you kidding me ? You hate the paparazzi”
“But you don’t.” He interjected, “At least not as much as me. And you can always just be present there, talk to so some interviewers see how it all works and then go back to working as an underground hero. It’s not like you’re going to stand out much when the top ten, even twenty heroes are going to be present.”
In hindsight, he was right. Amongst the sea of popular heroes whose interviews people were dying to watch, you wouldn’t stand out like a sore thumb, you would be more like a needle in a haystack in this situation. And to be frank, you were always curious about this sort of events since you didn’t know any public heroes, at least not personally. “Well, I would like to experiment with that but… I would feel out of place. Plus, what am I supposed to do when I’m not talking to interviewers ? Look at a random wall ?”
Aizawa was almost regretting encouraging you into actually going, seeing how nervous you were getting solely at the thought of it, but he sighed and calmed himself down for your sake. “If you really nervous about going alone, I can ask Hizashi to accompany you there since he’s going anyway, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind catching up with an old student while there.”
You were so happy about him taking the extra step to make you confident in accepting the invitation that you almost hugged him, but quickly stopped yourself and simply bowed before you could embarrass yourself, “Thank you, Mr. Aizawa !”
Getting ready for that hero event was more torturous than you had expected at the start, because it felt like a dumb family reunion from your teenage years all over again. You wanted to dress casual because in the invitation there wasn’t even a specific theme that they were going for the event, so you were expected to just show up. But according to your friends that previously watched it on TV from a year ago, this was totally unacceptable, and you had to put extra effort into your appearance. Apparently, the fact that heroes were tired every single day from fighting and keeping Japan safe wasn’t enough of an excuse to be casual for one day, and they had to dress up for a bunch of strangers that they were never going to meet again for the rest of their lives.
So here you were, standing in a dress that you deemed was fancy enough for you to not get judgmental looks from the other guests and some light makeup to hopefully hide your tired face. Even though your friends cheered you on when you showed them your outfit, you still felt something was going to go wrong this night. But you decided to brush it off, blaming it on your nerves. You figured that since you weren’t important for the media anyway, nobody was going to pay you the slightest attention. Taking your bag, you locked the door of your flat behind you and quickly made your way outside, waiting for your ride to arrive.
So here you were, riding along with your two old teachers, Present Mic and Midnight. It felt weird given that unlike Aizawa, you didn’t keep in contact with the two of them after your graduation, yet these two were treating you so casually. You figured it was a way for them to show you that they respected you as a fellow hero or something, but it felt too odd coming from your previous teachers, especially Kayama who kept bugging you about your love life and such, to which you could only respond with fidgeting and a nervous smile. Thankfully you didn’t have to listen to any more of her questions since the three of you finally arrived. The first thing you noticed is the extreme number of paparazzi inside and outside the building, the bright camera flashes almost making it impossible to see properly.
You got out of the car, following suit after the blond man to not get lost and end up alone in the big crowd of unknown people. Last thing you needed was to get stuck chatting with heroes that you had no interest in talking to and having to explain your quirk like ten times in a row to different people. Kayama being herself obviously went off to flirt with someone while Yamada stayed close to you and decided to spend time catching up with you, you guessed it was because Aizawa never actually talked about you or never specifically brought you up.
“So, how’s the hero life treating ya, kid ? Everything you expected from when you graduated, or you’re ready to quit ?”
“Isn’t every job that exists making you feel like you’re ready to quit at some point ?”
You did some more catching up with him, talks about hero work and just life in general after graduating from UA, before eventually it was your tun to be interviewed, and surprisingly you enjoyed it. It wasn’t something that you would want to do every single time, you chose to be an underground hero for a reason after all, but it still felt nice to get some sort of attention. Like people saw you and acknowledge you for what you did because it was right, not because you looked cool while doing it. Even if it didn’t last very long and the interviewer immediately turned his attention to Present Mic and talked about how he was so awesome and in return the hero kept shouting compliments and anecdotes, but you were too busy covering your eras to not become deaf to hear anything he yelled, which was too loud for you even if he didn’t use his quirk.
The next day after the event, you sat on your couch and decided that since it was your day off, you could spend some time watching the interview that you did just for some fun. Everything was how you remembered, you took some time to admire your outfit, before you noticed something that made you a bit flustered: Hawks, the number two hero Hawks, passing by you and staring at you, like full on eye fucking you. You sat there for a couple of seconds before telling yourself that he was probably staring at someone else. He couldn’t possibly be staring at you, what kind of reputation he would have if he would just stare at random pro heroes that were only invited on a whim.
Then out of curiosity, you decided to watch his interviews. Everything was normal, some questions about his work, fans, etc… Until you pass somewhere behind him, the camera focusing on him barely catching your silhouette as he turns to yet again stare at you, less openly this time. Then he’s turning back to the camera, and you swear to God you can pass out from his words. “Damn, who is that ?” The way he’s saying it, plus how you can clearly see his face turning slightly red, has your brain short-circuiting and making you hide our face in a pillow like a teenager who got a confession from their crush.
But after some thinking about it, you sit up and now, you’re actually feeling annoyed. If you had just been interviewed, then people would probably forget about you in a week or so. But this is the № 2 hero we’re talking about, people will be gossiping about it for months, maybe even call out to you on the streets, with paparazzi spreading any sort of gossip to make money out of it. And the crazy fangirls, you weren’t ready to wake up to death threats by fanatics that somehow found your private account and thought that Hawks was their boyfriend.
Before you could get angrier about the situation, you heard your personal phone ring and quickly put it on speaker. On the other line, you heard your friend yelling out your name like it was the end of the world or something, which honestly, it felt really fitting to you.
“Did you watch Hawk’s interview from last night ? Dude, he is so into you !”
You could only let out a groan in response to that, sliding from your couch on the floor and hiding your face in your hands. “My life as an underground hero is ruined. Why did I ever decide to go there…”
“Aren’t you a little proud that Hawks of all people thought you are hot ? I mean that’s kind of an accomplishment.”
“I already knew that. I didn’t need someone to say it on national TV” You could only hear a bark of laughter from the other line “Well anyway, I’m sure that something else will pop up and people will quickly forget about Hawks crush, or whatever the media will call it.”
They, in fact, did not forget about Hawks crush on you. And yes, that’s how they called it. For the past week, you had been bombarded with paparazzi, and people from talk shows. They kept inviting you to talk about the situation and your feelings towards the № 2 flirty remarks and questioning about your relationship with him, as if you had any to begin with. His fans who theorized online if the two of you were secretly dating and were just putting on a show for everyone, as if. And just as you had expected, his fangirls were going crazy over this, threatening you to stay away from him. You almost wanted to fake a confession just to see who was willing to find you and murder you in your own home so that Hawks would feel guilty about his comments. But you decided that your intrusive thoughts were best kept inside your brain.
Even villains begin to recognize you, and it especially felt humiliating when you were about to arrest them and all they cared about is if the rumours were true, followed by your teammates' laughter. Hell, even Hawks was pouring salt on the wound. Of all the things that he could have answered when talking in another interview when they brought up the clip of him looking at you and what was your relationship, he responded “If I’m lucky, my future spouse”. The only thing that filled your thoughts at that moment is how you wanted to rip off his swings so that he would finally stop smiling. And again, you decided to keep your intrusive thoughts to yourself.
This had been exhausting to say the least, to the point where you were asked to take a break by every single one of your friends because of how… not mentally okay you looked. It’s not like they were wrong; you kept beating yourself up from every single failed mission because instead of stealthy defeating a villain, your hero name was screamed and shouted at you, making you lose your concentration. It left you wondering how others put on a show when fighting. Lucky for you, you didn’t have to wonder more because some big scandal about Mountain Lady got out, and you were quickly forgotten and were able to come back to that quiet life. Even if some articles about the subject would pop up, people mostly just ignored it and shrugged it off as Hawks being his usual flirt. Which, all things considered, was kind of true, so you didn’t have to worry about him remembering you either if someday your unluckiness forced you to meet him.
…
“I jinxed it, didn't I…?”
It was a couple of days after the scandal with Mountain Lady. You were leaning on the side of a building, munching on whatever dessert you had ordered, the fancy name that it was given already forgotten. When suddenly, you noticed a pair of red wings out of the corner of your eye. That alone was enough for you to start feeling a mix of annoyance and anxiety slowly building up, and that only worsened when he spoke.:
“Heeeey, you’re that sexy underground pro I saw last time. How you doing hot stuff ?”
Currently, your mind was torn between wanting to leave multiple stab wounds over his whole body or making him leave multiple love bites over yours. You knew the guy was handsome, but dammit, seeing him in real life and to top it off in casual clothing was doing something to your body and mind. “So that’s why people say that cameras don’t do him justice. Noted…”
“You birdbrain had managed to ruin my entire image in just two interviews, which by the way I don’t know if you care enough, was not supposed to exist at all. You know how many people called out to me while I was on a mission, and even more had asked me if we were a thing ! And what the hell were you thinking by basically telling people that you wanted to marry me someday ?!” You whisper yelled at him, but apparently your anger towards the man in front of you was doing nothing but amuse him in response.
“Well, what were you thinking when you decided to go there ? That’s a public event sweetheart; people were bound to notice you. Plus…” He leaned closer to you, hands casually resting inside his pockets as he looked down at you with a smug grin. “By the way your cheeks are burning up, I have a good guess that it’s not because you’re angry. So I feel like you enjoy my attention.”
You could’ve answered with a snarky comment; you could’ve acted aggressive towards like you did all this time when you thought about confronting him, you could’ve just glared at him to not give him any satisfaction of being right about your feelings. Instead, your face got even more red than it already was, and you just sprinted off before he could another embarrassing comment about your state. And Hawks couldn’t do anything but stare in amusement as you got further away from him. He had expected you to react like this, but he was not ready to how much he would enjoy this “cute…” He thought to himself, before entering the coffee shop like he initially planned.
After that incident, you thought that you wouldn’t have to see the winged hero again, since you basically stalked all of his accounts to know where not to go when you weren’t on hero duty. But fate had yet again decided to go against your wishes, since not even two days after that, you bumped into each other again, in a less-than-ideal moment at that.
Hawks was busy chasing a mutant type of villain that no one could catch because he kept liquefying his body, when he got into a building. He chased after him, settling for a run since his wings didn’t have enough room to spread properly and let him fly. But before Hawks could do anything, the villain grabbed a civilian that was passing by, pressing a knife against their throat so that Hawks would have no other choice but to let him go. The civilian in question was you, just coming back from grocery shopping with now facing the winged hero as he thought about a solution to not get you killed in the process of arresting this guy.
To put it simply, the situation annoyed you. You were exhausted from hero work, and the only thing you wanted to do right now was go back home to satisfy your hunger with the meal that you had just bought. And you were not going to wait for that birdbrain to come up with a plan while you were at the brink of death only because he was useless at the moment. So, you grabbed hold of the knife along with the shoulder of the villain and threw him over you with full force. You looked down on him, an unimpressed look on your face. “Before taking a hostage make sure they’re not a hero, or don’t do martial arts” You glanced at your now bleeding hand that was holding the knife, sighing at the fact that you would have to clean the floor afterwards to not scare your neighbours.
Hawks didn’t waste any time to cuff the villain, and immediately after checking on you, “I’m so sorry for this. Let me help you clean your-” You cut him off by showing your now completely healed hand, as if the incident had never happened, minus the little scare that would also disappear with time. “Fast healing. Don’t worry about it” He stared dumbfounded at your hand, before eventually regaining his composure and going back to his cheerful persona, a satisfied grin on his face.
“Well, I’m glad you’re okay… And I really am sorry.”
You raised an eyebrow, shoving your hands into your pockets. “For making me almost die or the interview ?”
“Whatever you choose, songbird”
You scoffed, watching as he descended the stairs to finally leave. You leaned against the railings, looking down at him as he made his way down before shouting “If you feel sorry for the latter, you can always invite me to dinner !”
He looked up, a smirk on his face as he considered your offer before replying in a very enthusiastic manner, “Be ready tomorrow at ten. Casual.”
And with that, he finally left. You pushed yourself up, walking towards your door as you picked up your groceries, humming to yourself. “Should have invited him inside maybe…? Nah, then the poor villain would be stuck listening.”
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fairlyang ¡ 1 day ago
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No Te Contaron Mal 🕷️
w/c: 2.5K
pairing: fwb!miguel o’hara x latina!reader
tags: 18+ smut. fwb to lovers, jealousy, stubborn to not tell him, finding out he kissed another girl, getting mad, folding anyway, sucking him off, then getting mad n jealous again, arguing, kinda toxic but funny, reciprocated feelings, dumb confession, making out, grinding, riding, unprotected sex, creampie
a/n: something so dumb and silly- y’all this song pisses me off every time i listen to it i HAD to finish this
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imagine just having a casual thing going on with miguel. you could call it a friends with benefits type of deal but you weren’t exactly going out with other people but it also wasn’t anything exclusive.
now the problem happened when one of your friends told you that she saw miguel kissing another girl at a club. something in that moment changed but you couldn't get yourself to admit that it was jealousy. especially when you made such a big fuss of it being something casual and nothing more.
so you did what you thought was best to get rid of even the mere thought of jealousy/your true feelings for him and just ignored him.
especially because you had gotten into a stupid argument yesterday which probably led to him making that decision in the first place.
the next day he texted you and the pure audacity of a man to want to fuck the night after kissing another girl was astonishing.
but he didn’t know that you knew and even if he did, he’d just tell you that you have no business to complain because you were the one that wanted something casual.
so you were fucked no matter what and folded anyway.
after he ate you out and made you forget all about your inner horrid feelings, you decided to repay the favor so you were between his legs on his bed sucking him off just how he liked.
his praise this time around had you feeling different, in a way made you shy and not want to look at him. so you closed your eyes, thinking it would help if you didn’t see him and that it wouldn’t bring the flashbacks of your heart being broken into little pieces from your friend telling you what she saw last night.
but yet his words now felt gentle, and for once in his life, loving. it was weird but nice. really nice.
you didn’t know what it was, just that your face felt like it was burning and your heart was fucking pounding. there was no way he knew but now it just brought up the question of why did it have to be casual?
why didn’t he wanna take you out to drinks to show you off to his friends? to kiss you in public like you were his? and even though he has you as a reliable booty call, why the fuck did he still feel the need to be kissing other girls?
you've dropped hints here and there, at times bringing your flirt game to extremes so he can figure it out himself but would apparently still be clueless.
if he wanted it to be something more he would’ve told you by now because some things he’s said makes it seem like he did. there was still a part of you that just had an inkling he might feel the same.
but although maybe you were just losing it since he literally kissed another girl last night.
the annoyance and jealousy quickly came back, pissing you off so badly and you couldn’t keep it in anymore. your eyes shot open and you pulled away from him, quickly sitting up and reaching over to put on his shirt to cover yourself while he looked at you confused and concerned, “why the fuck were you kissing another girl last night?”
he scoffed and shook his head in disbelief looking at your face to see if you were joking. he was quiet for a few seconds, absolutely shocked before finally speaking, “are you fucking serious?”
“eva dijo que te vió-“ (eva said she saw you-)
“es enserio…?” he says with the most dumbfounded look on his face, “please tell me you’re fucking with me.” (is this serious/real..?)
“me contó mal o que? ya dime para hacerme la idea de verdad.” you spat and cross your arms against your chest. (did she tell me wrong or what? tell me now so i can have the idea in mind for real)
you weren’t so sure what answer you wanted and knew you had no right to complain but still. this has been a situation for years now and even with all the arguments and the endless bickering, you've still stuck together and never swayed from each other.
until now.
“quieres hablar de esto ahora? ahorita mismo?” he asked and you scoffed, “cuando más?!” (you wanna talk about this now? like now, right at this moment?) (when else?!)
he tried his hardest not to laugh, knowing damn well if he did, you might just kill him.
he was shell shocked, and couldn’t believe this was actually happening. of all possible things he thought you’d be upset at or have to complain about that wasn’t even in his head as an option.
he never would’ve guessed that you knew otherwise he would have avoided sending a text in the first place.
“you’ve got me fucking speechless- i can’t believe this.” he mutters and you chuckle, "can say the same thing about you."
"don't do that-" he starts but you quickly interrupt, "don't do what?"
"you know what." he says calmly and you scoff.
there was a solid moment of silence for maybe a minute before finally he sighs and nods, “i’m gonna answer all your questions okay? but you have to let me finish.”
“fine.”
“no te contaron mal y ni te lo voy a negar.” he starts making you groan but he gives you a look before you could start to complain. (they didn’t tell you wrong and i’m not even going to deny it.)
“we kissed but that was it. maybe a couple times but it was only that.. okay maybe a couple caresses too but that was really it.” he explains and your heart starts beating faster with every passing word.
you give him a look and he sighs, unable to just not tell you the whole truth, “we flirted, i mean what was i suppose to do? you shouldn’t have an opinion on this given you practically cut me off yesterday..”
and before you could even begin to correct him, he just kept going,” and you know what, i got drunk because of you so if you think about it… this is your fault.”
you could only gasp then scoff before he immediately regretted it, shaking his head and coughing, “what i meant to say… that it was just one girl, and one is nothing. especially since it was just a couple kisses.”
“it doesn’t count as anything and truth be told, i couldn’t stop thinking of you.” he says, the last part making you gulp.
“just need you to know that you have me so fucked up in here.” he adds and points to his head.
“i have you fucked up?!!?!” you asked and he nodded.
“yesterday you went on another tangent that this is casual and i believe you said that nothing could change that so tell me, what the fuck changed?” he asked, sitting up and scooting towards you.
beyond annoyed, embarrassed, and lowkey ashamed, you were just about ready to do the walk of shame out of his apartment and drive your ass home. but he wasn’t going to let you.
there was determination in his eyes and you didn’t think you’d give him a confession in this point and time. let alone after being the one to always remind him it was nothing serious but yet it’s been serious.
at least it was on your end.
you’ve just been digging a hole to store those feelings in because after doing this with him for so long, you didn’t actually expect to gain something else for him that wasn’t purely sexual.
“i figured if i was the one to keep repeating this was as casual as can be then maybe…” you start then take a very deep breath before letting it out and looking away from him.
“then maybe i’d stop thinking of you in another way. or that i wouldn’t get excited when you’d text me or that i wouldn’t laugh at your stupid fucking jokes.” you explain, letting out a chuckle before continuing, “i just figured if i kept repeating the same thing over and over that i’d be able to convince myself that i didn’t like you. that this really is casual and that i haven’t lost it.”
you stopped and relaxed, taking slow breaths while you felt him scoot closer to you. you were already dreading this whole conversation and wish you could just fly away from your problems.
but unfortunately that wasn’t an option.
his hand went to your chin, gently bringing it up so you could look into his eyes. he had a stupid grin on his face while he just sighed and shook his head, “you’re too fucking stubborn.”
he moved his hands to your cheeks and brought your face to his, surprising you with a kiss while you gasped and quickly kissed him back. he smiled through the kiss, finding it to be sweet and freeing, given this was completely unplanned but not unwelcomed.
you quickly straddled him while he moved you both back so he could be closer to the pillows. your hands were already in his curls tugging on them while he slid his tongue into your mouth and his hands went down to your hips, making you grind against his hard on. you both moaned and you quickly ate it up, gliding your tongue against his while you grind against him bare.
his hands gripped your skin, somewhat tugging on his shirt wanting to take it off but you were making the kiss so hot and sloppy, he couldn’t be bothered to actually take it off you. he brought a hand down, moving his dick so you can slide on it better, knowing it won’t take too long before you get impatient.
but you weren’t, at all.
you were so caught up in the kiss that neither of you pulled away and didn’t feel the need to like you would any other day. hell, you never really kissed ever but after a confession like that, it felt right.
so you continued kissing him like your life depended on it while occasionally moaning into his mouth making him do the same.
meanwhile his hands were grabbing, and squeezing every part of your body.
up and down your back, on your thighs, squeezing your tits, pinching your nipples, smacking your ass. absolutely everything while you kept slowly grinding against his dick, leaving it all wet with your slick.
he was trying his hardest not to explode and just deal with the edging, as well as how warm and wet you were just because he couldn’t believe this was happening. he had to restrain himself, he didn’t want to waste a load that could easily be inside you.
you felt him twitching and your poor pussy was clenching, so you decided enough was enough and brought a hand down to his dick, lifting yourself up a bit and line his tip to your entrance.
he softly kissed you while you did so, just slowly lowering yourself down, taking him in and feeling him stretch you out. he tried his best to keep quiet but his head was mush and he was losing it.
once you bottomed out, he moaned in your mouth then pulled away, “fuck-“
you leaned your forhead against his and lifted your ass up just to slam down making him hiss, “eager huh?”
you chuckle and shrug, “maybe, may as well right?”
“seems you’re close anyway baby.” you tease making him playfully roll his eyes.
“some things never change huh?” he teases back and holds onto your hips, helping you come up.
he then makes you go down and you go back up again before he slams you down. you then do it all again but this time without stopping since you’d gotten enough practice to actually be able to ride him yourself.
he just very occasionally liked lending a helping hand or two.
and not just because he was greedy but also because he knew how much you love his touch. so it was to no surprise one hand was on your hip and the other came up front to squeeze one of your breasts.
you moved faster, wanting this to be a short ride so you could just lay in his arms afterwards and hear his own confession. at times he was a man of few words but tonight didn’t feel like one of those times.
especially not with how extra touchy feely and vocal he is.
it was like a miracle in disguise that you confessed, he was praising you like never before and even looking at you differently. in the best way imagineable too. maybe there was a chance he always has looked at you in a loving way or maybe it was just wishful thinking but it’s definitely the real deal now.
suddenly he grabs your head and you’re now looking over his shoulder, “your patience ran thin baby?” you whisper in his ear and he just grunts, “just hold on.”
you wrapped your arms around him and he did the same before he started thrusting into you making you jump and hold onto him tighter. he was fucking into you with ease, his thighs doing the work for him while you cried out into his shoulder.
your nails dug into his shoulder blade and back only motivating him to do it even faster. he was hitting your sweet spot so effortlessly and it was too good.
too good that you already felt your orgasm build up in your lower belly. you gasped and tried to control your moans but with his ruthless pace it was to no use and they blessed his ears anyway.
“baby i’m so close- fuck- it’s too much.” you whine making him let out a loud groan.
“it’s okay baby, i’ve got you. gonna cum so good for me, aren’t you pretty girl?” he murmurs amiing whimpers leave your mouth.
“i always take good care of you, don’t i?” he asked and you just hum, nodding.
you held onto him even tighter and lay your head on his shoulder as he thrusted harder into you. the sounds were even louder than before and him doing it like this made it feel ten times better just because he can hit your sweet spot deeper.
you closed your eyes shut as your orgasm hits your entire body, leaving you shaking and crying out while miguel spilled his load inside you also shaking. your body spasmed a bit and your walls entrapped miguel’s cock, making him groan and give one final thrust to ride out your highs.
you were both breathing heavily and holding onto each other while attempting to catch your breaths. miguel took deep breaths and laid down properly while you shifted around to get comfortable and lay your head on his chest.
he kissed the top of your head then your forehead and let out a sigh as he wrapped his arms around you gently. your eyes felt heavier by the second and the last thing you heard was him saying this was never casual for him before drifting off to sleep.
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mylovesstuffs ¡ 3 days ago
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OT13 reaction to their s/o being scared of wisdom tooth removal
Request: Hellooo can I get ot13 react to s/o being scared cause they need their wisdom teeth out??? I am tbh scared but at the same time this really hurt me a lot I couldn't eat my fav food 💔💔💔
A/N #1: First of all, I'm so sorry you're going through this. Wisdom teeth pain is no joke, but at least you’ve got your favorite boys to imagine by your side. I'll also have to get my wisdom tooth removed and currently under prescribed painkillers as my appointment is at the very end of the queue. Good luck! And I hope you enjoyed this!
A/N #2: Honestly, ALL of them would move heaven and earth to make sure you feel safe, loved, and supported through this.
Seungcheol: The Leader™ kicks in immediately. He's not just your boyfriend; he's your protector. When he sees you wincing in pain and hears you’re scared, you best believe he’s doing a full Q&A session with the dentist beforehand to reassure you. "Wdym you're scared? I’ll hold your hand the entire time, and you’ll barely feel a thing, I promise." He's the type to bring you your favorite soup afterward, even if he has to call your mom for the recipe. He's such a softie, I'm crying.
Jeonghan: Oh, the ultimate smooth-talker. Jeonghan sees right through your nerves and does his best to distract you with his undeniable charm. He’d tease you lightly but the second he notices you’re genuinely scared, he’s cradling your face in his hands like you’re made of glass. Of course, he'd stay with you because you're his angel, duh. Jeonghan’s already planning to spoil you afterward with a Netflix marathon and all the soft foods you love.
Joshua: This man is your calm in the storm. He’d sit beside you, hold your hand, and gently remind you that you’re stronger than you think. He’d probably share a story about someone he knows who had their wisdom teeth removed without a hitch (reminds me of my parents). And when you complain about not being able to eat your favorite food? Joshua’s already experimenting in the kitchen to find a way to make it soft enough for you to eat. Wdym, of course, he'll take care of you! You're his sweetest sweetheart.
Jun: Jun would immediately Google everything he can about wisdom teeth removal. You’d catch him watching videos and reading forums just so he can reassure you about the process. When you express your fears, he’d say something like, "If I could take the pain for you, I would." SOB. And afterward? He’s feeding you homemade congee with the cutest little smile on his face. He's just so thoughtful and adorable, ugh. I wanna eat him-
Hoshi: Tiger would act brave for you, but inside, he’s low-key worried because his baby is in pain??? He’d try to cheer you up with tiger jokes or distract you by being extra silly. Don’t worry when it’s over he'll take you to eat all the soft tofu pudding you want! He's such a precious, supportive ball of sunshine. He’d probably overprepare with ice packs, extra blankets, and your favorite plushie ready for recovery.
Wonwoo: Ah, Wonwoo. The quiet but deeply caring one. He’d listen intently as you share your fears, nodding seriously, and then he’d say something like, “It’s okay to be scared. I’ll be here for you the whole time.” Why does he have to be so emotionally intelligent? He’s the type to bring you books, download your favorite podcasts, or just sit with you in comfortable silence to make you feel less alone. He’d read up on aftercare tips to make sure you’re comfortable.
Woozi: Our producer would pretend he doesn’t understand why you’re scared, but it’s only because he’s bad at showing emotions. Inside, he’s already planning how to make your recovery as easy as possible. He almost fainted at the sight of removal so he'll immediately offer to write a song about your bravery (yes, it’ll be cheesy and sweet)
Dokyeom: Dokyeom would be 100% sunshine mode. He’d hug you tightly, reassuring you that everything will be fine and that he’ll take care of you. "You’ll be the cutest chipmunk ever!" he’d joke, just to make you laugh. But when you’re really scared, his voice would soften, "You’re my brave love, and you’ve got this." He’d probably tear up seeing you in pain afterward, let’s be honest.
Mingyu: Mingyu would try to fix everything, naturally. He’s Googling, calling the dentist, and asking everyone for advice to make sure you’re as prepared as possible. When he realizes he can’t "fix" your fear, he’ll switch gears to being your personal nurse, making you smoothies, setting up cozy pillows, and staying up all night to check on you. Of course he’ll take care of you—he’s your big, lovable puppy of a boyfriend.
Minghao: He is so zen, he’d be the calming presence you need. He’d talk you through your fears, reminding you that this is just a small moment in time and that you’ll feel so much better afterward. He's elegance and empathy personified, honestly. Afterward, he’d probably spoil you with your favorite tea and a good book to help you relax.
Seungkwan: Seungkwan would freak out a little at first, but only because he hates seeing you in pain. After making a joke or dramatically panicking, he’d switch to full-on caretaker mode, fussing over you every second. “You don’t have to worry; I’ll take care of everything. I’m your Boo-seyo!” He’d probably cry when you’re fully recovered because he’s so relieved.
Vernon: Chill king Vernon would act super calm, but deep down, he’s concerned. He’d downplay the fear to make you feel less nervous. But when he sees you’re still scared, he’d stay by your side, playing your favorite songs and keeping things low-pressure. He's so lowkey, but he’d do anything to make sure you’re okay.
Dino: Dino would be a mix of nervous and supportive. He’d try to hype you up by every time you're upset or nervous. He’d go out of his way to make you laugh and would probably spend hours prepping soft food for you post-surgery. He’s just the sweetest, trying so hard to prove he’s mature enough to take care of you which he is
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icycoldninja ¡ 3 days ago
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FLUFFCEMBER DAY#29: (Sparda boys x Reader)
Movie night headcannons
¤ Dante ¤
-Dante's movie taste has two sides: absolute chaotic bullshit or really cheesy romance movies that should only be viewed by boy-crazy teen girls.
-He will insist you watch his picks and only lets you watch yours if you beg or if he doesn't have a specific movie in mind.
-Makes a crap ton of popcorn and eats like a pig, getting salt all over the couch.
-Also brings beers for some reason. Movie nights aren't exactly a reason to drink, yet here he is.
-As the movie progresses, he gets more and more clingy; by the time the movie's finished and the credits are rolling, he's practically smothering you.
-When kissing scenes pop up he looks at you expectantly, as if he wants you to re-enact whatever the actors are doing on him.
■ Vergil ■
-Vergil has had enough action and horror for his life, so it's only natural that he likes fluffy stuff, like Hallmark holiday movies.
-You'll find him sitting comfortably on the couch with a hot, steaming cup of tea and maybe a few cookies, enjoying the show and all it's cheesy-ness.
-Prefers to watch movies alone because it's quieter that way, but he won't object if you want to join him.
-He will watch whatever you decide to put on, but know that he will be silently judging every second of it.
-Can't be bothered to make the popcorn and just sits around playing with the remote while you do it. This isn't because he's lazy, it's because he doest know how and fears embarrassing himself if he tries and inevitably fails.
-The best part of movie night by far is the fact that you guys have so much fun just hanging around together. It doesn't matter whether you're paying attention the movie or not, what matters is that you're spending time together and loving every second of it.
□ Nero □
-Honestly, he would rather be kicking demon ass or messing around with his prosthetics.
-Still, he wants to spend time with you so he'll suffer through whatever you want him to watch for your sake.
-Nero likes really intense, violent stuff (as if he hasn't seen enough violence already) because he's an edgy boi. However, if you happen to be of the softer, fluffier type, he won't complain.
-He ends up getting really absorbed into whatever you choose anyway, so none of it matters in the end.
-Doesn't like to eat while watching TV. He feels that the sounds of his own chewing is always louder than the show itself.
-He does love drinking soda, though, and has a lot of it stashed in the back of the fridge, so prepare to feel bloated from all the carbonation.
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tammyu-2 ¡ 3 days ago
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hiii i have another request pleaseeee 2012 leo meeting for the first time!
I love these.
This one is a bit cleche I must admit. But cute over all
TMNT 2012 LEO MEETING YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME
No mention of gender, gender neutral, some swearing, no mention of y/n, Leo being a dork, unproof read.
Leo was actually my first fav when I started watching tmnt
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You were a very busy person. And by busy, I mean you procrastinated so much that it made you busy. And you were living in an apartment building. Luckily for you it's normally quiet cause not a lot of people stay there. However, a new couple just moved in next to you recently, and unfortunately, while you were trying to cram in the last missed assignments, you what you heard were some.... interesting... noises coming from the couples room. And it was NOT quiet what so ever.
You shrugged it off and went to go fetch your headphones, and you saw it with your cat on your windowsill. You went to go grab it, and while looking at you dead in the eyes, your cat knocked it out the window as it fell from lots of floors and landed in the busy traffic. You looked at your cat with the most deadpanned face as it innocently meows at you as if it hadn't just broken your most valued option. No more expensive cat food for a week.
So you tried to go back to your assignments, but unfortunately, the couple decided they would be going non-stop all night. So to clear your head you went our your apartment and climbed up the stairs till the door to the top of the buildingm of course you weren't allowed on there but as if anyone is actually gonna check up here in the middle of the night.
So, as you enjoyed the fresh air and the city lights, you didn't know a certain turtle was behind you.
Leo went out on petrol alone because, unfortunately for him, his brothers were being roady, and he couldn't meditate in peace. So he went out on petrol alone for some sort of relaxation. That's when he jumped on your apartment building. You had been sitting on the edge dangling your feet over the building while looking up at the stars. It would be wrong to say that he wasn't caught off guard at first.
So, against his better judgment, he stayed a bit, leaning on a wall just admiring you. But like it's not just you! It was also cause he had to take a break from climbing... yeah... totally that...
After a bit, you decided to stand up and go back, hoping the noisy couple decided that they won't go for the 10th round. Unfortunately for Leo, he was too caught up in his creeping her snapped back to reality just as you turned around and saw him.
"...."
"..."
Holy shit this is awkward.
"Um.. hi?"
What does Leo say at this moment in time?? "Hey, don't be scared. I'm just a walking talking turtle that's actually also a ninja!" Or even "this is your hallucination! You didn't wash your mug properly, so you drank your coffee with soap this morning!"
"Uh, hello..."
The silence was so deafening and so awkward.
"So... you come around here often?"
What type of question is that??? Because that TOTALLY is the angle I was looking at. Nice job.
"No..?"
"..."
"..."
Extrovert of the year, guys.
"Your not gonna run away?"
"I'm too sleep deprived for that shit to be honest with you. Should I be running away? Are you gonna kill me or something?"
"What- no! I won't I promise!"
"Good cause if you were, I have some pepper spray here in my pocket, and you would not like to see that go down."
After a few minutes, you guys were just talking about anything and nothing. He joined you in sitting on the edge of the building as you two just talked about what was on your minds. Of course, Leo wasn't easily one to spill things, so he would avoid questions that would compromise him too much. Plus, he knew he would be in trouble anyway. He wasn't supposed to let you see him... but for some reason, he trusted you a little bit.
"So, what are you?"
"I'm actually a turtle that got mutated into this."
"That explains alot. So do you like remember when you were just a turtle?"
"Not really. It's like when I was still super young. It would have been hard to remember. Plus, I doubt normal turtles have mindsets at all."
"Good. I doubt my old class pet would have wanted to hear all the bullshit the class clown spewed from his mouth."
"I doubt I'd want to be trapped in a classroom hearing kids talk about the darnest stuff anyway."
It was so easy to talk to you. The conversation always just flowed on nicely. You guys spent long on the roof till the sky turned orange. He eventually had to leave but not before giving you a small salute with an endearing smile as you waved him bye.
After that you passed into your bed once you made it. You would have to do your pressing assignments later. Right now you need to catch up on your already horrible sleep schedule.
Meanwhile Leo practically skipped into the lab with a bright smile. And even when Raph made a jab at him for being out too long Leo just shrugged him off and gave Raph a pat on the shoulder.
"And the leader finally decides to arrive. What took so long? You tripped down a building on the way here?"
"Okay buddy."
"What the fu-"
You two regularly met each other and made certain days where you two just stay up on the roof. One day, you two found out you liked the same comic book series. So you guys set up a little picnic blanket with some snacks and a nice view on the roof where you two just went on a debrief on what your favorite moments were and your favorite characters. You even invited him to your apartment, and you two watched sci-fi movies.
Of course, the turtles were suspicious of all the time he was out and how smiley he had been recently, but they could have never caught him in the act somehow.
Throughout this, Leo had been absolutely denying any thoughts that popped up about how romantic some of these hangouts were. But let's be honest. He deffo likes you.
This was short but sweet. This is so cute AH I'm jealous of something that doesn't exist 😔
But hope you enjoy your meal
TOODLES
~Tammy<3
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selineram3421 ¡ 3 days ago
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🎵🎶*and again*
You're Off-key
Part 4
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Part 3
Reader X Gravity Falls
Warning ⚠
⚠ everyone is aged up, nap interrupted, dream realm, toxic old man yaoi mention, mention of demons and ghosts, Ford being weird again, food mention-eggs, cussing, Italics= thoughts ⚠
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You opened your eyes to a view of a familiar place.
It's a place you'd always go to when you had the chance to see a nice view of the sunset. Which was at a park, and your favorite spot was on top of the slide. The funny part was that the sunset was facing away from the slide, so you were sitting backwards.
"Not too shabby kid."
"AH!", you screeched and slid down the slide, slowly coming to a stop at the bottom with an upset face. "I didn't want to slide down yet."
"Haha!"
Looking back towards the planets, your neck at the edge of the slide making your head hang, and you see a very bright and shiny floating cool ranch dorito. Maybe you were just hungry for chips now.
"Whoa, I know I look like a snack but keep your thoughts under control.", Bill says with a back off motion.
"Oh, ew.", you cringe. "You're not my type at all."
Sitting upright and facing the right direction, you noticed that everything was different from the Dreamscaperers episode. Probably because it was Stan's mind and you are more into weird art. Explains the melting park clocks and the sky being all space like.
"Oh yeah, your type is more-"
"Nope, shutting you up now! What do you want?", you say quickly and cross your arms.
"Just here to see how you're enjoying Gravity Falls! How's Sixer doing? Still doesn't understand social norms? Haha!"
"Still into the nerdy old guy?", you smirk. "Also, knock next time you try to get in here. I'm not Ford, so you can't just do anything you want."
"I somewhat regret putting those pages in the book.", Bill says and then shrugs. "Whatever kid, I'm practically a ruler of dreams."
"Nope.", you stand up and pop the P. "You're in my head and I am the master of the dreaming realm.", you point your thumb at yourself. "You know how many ghosts and demons try to crack this baby? It's impenetrable."
"Look kid."
"I'm old enough to drive an actual car.", you counter.
"And I'm older than you.", Bill snaps his cane into existence and twirls it. "Never mind that, I really want to know how the Pines family is doing. Can't exactly find out unless I have you! So, let's make a deal here.", the triangle holds his hand out. "Let me have access to your mind and I'll let you stay in this little town for longer, what do you say?"
"Pfft-", you start laughing. "You think-hahahaha! You think I'm gonna make a deal with you for something as dumb as that? Hahahaha!"
"Well, when you say it like that-"
"I didn't even put my thumb on that bloody thumbprint in the book! What makes you think I'm gonna fall for more of your tricks after the spaghetti? Hahahahaha!", you continue laughing.
"STOP LAUGHING!", Bill starts turning red.
"Aw, sorry Billy-oop.", you immediately stop. "That slipped out and I apologize."
The way Bill started at you was creepy, he was zoned out and slowly transforming into something terrifying. His limbs growing longer and a mouth with sharp teeth forming.
"Time to wake up."
Bill charged at you.
"NOW!"
⯅
"No more triangle chips!", you shout as you wake up.
Something is weighing on your head and you find the headset on you again. The wires were longer than before and led out of the room, downstairs.
"Seriously?", you sigh and take it off. "Ford! I said wait till I'm conscious!"
You get up and head to the bathroom to clean yourself up, washing off all the blood and putting new bandages. After getting dressed with the clothes Mabel left, you open the bathroom door to find Waddles the pig sitting outside, holding a little note.
"Oh hey oinkers.", you greet and take the note to read. "Breakfast is ready downstairs. Hope you like eggs."
It takes you a second.
"Wait, what? Breakfast? How long was I asleep?", you asked no one. "Was I out all day? What kind of bullshit?", you huff. "Damn nacho chip. Not cool."
You make your way downstairs and hear talking coming from the living room. Leaning against the wall, you listen in on the conversation.
"I can't understand these readings! It's all static and weird noises. None of it makes sense!", Ford says and you hear paper shuffling around.
"Grunkle Ford, I think you're going too far with this.", you hear from the living room, Dipper. "They are a normal person. Mabel did her whole question thing! You know that thing is unbelievably long!"
"What? Like her strange dating quiz? They finished the whole thing?", the old man asked.
"It was only two hundred questions this time.", the younger twin reassured.
Ford is trying to read my mind! I fucking called it! You pointed up at the air and then silently sighed. Time to face the music.
Taking a step into the living room, you point at the nerds with a serious face.
"You!"
"AH!", Dipper screeched and hid some papers behind his back. "Hey! We were just uh-"
"I was going over some math problems with my nephew to win a board game.", Ford says quickly.
"Baloney! I woke up to the helmet thing on my head again!", you crossed your arms. "If you really wanted to get into my head, then ask me questions! I'm only bound to lie twenty percent of the time!"
"That's a really low lie rate.", Dipper whispers.
The older twin sighs and rubs between his brows. "Fine, I confess. I've been trying to read your mind with the headset but all I've been getting is static noise."
"Why though? You said it yourself, I'm not much of a threat with my concussion.", you ask. "Unless there's something you think I'm hiding?"
I mean, understandable but jeez. Ask me like a person.
"I...apologize.", Ford says as he avoids eye contact and adjusts his glasses. "I'm still getting used to being around people and being out at sea with just my brother isn't really enough social interaction.", he turned away from you.
"But why try to read my mind? What could possibly lead you to do something like that?", you ask.
Ford's eyes were hidden by the glint of the light coming from the television. He was eerily stiff as he faced you completely. Then he pointed behind you like someone was standing there.
"Bill's shadow follows you."
You felt a chill go through the room.
"Who..", you gulped and hugged yourself as you panicked on the inside. "Who is Bill?"
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Hehehehehehe...
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~Seline, the person.
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starlightwayfinder ¡ 2 days ago
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Do you have any headcanons about Ven you'd like to talk about?
Always!! Okay first, here’s the fluffy ones:
He gives good hugs. Really good ones. The kind you can just melt into! He brings a sunshiny warmth with him wherever he goes, both metaphorically and literally.
You could make him laugh with the cheesiest jokes ever. It wouldn’t be hard at all.
He can’t actually talk to birds/animals ‘Disney princess’ style, but they will let him get unusually close, or will approach him without fear. Terra and Aqua were baffled at first, but now they’re used to it and forget that other people will find it weird.
He’s got a decent book collection in his room. It’s mostly a mix of Keyblade history, astronomy, and fairytales. He and Aqua will sit together and have tea while they read.
He can and will fall asleep anywhere. Again, Terra and Aqua are just used to it by now.
He likes watching the sunrise almost as much as he likes stargazing.
He spars with Terra the most, and always gets upset that he’s holding back. Terra, however, is just trying not to send him flying by accident.
If he and Terra do roughhouse, (they are ‘brothers’ after all..) it’s very playful and all in good fun. Aqua just sighs and makes some comment about the friendship between boys. 
Unsurprisingly, Ven likes to feel the wind in his hair—which most of the time means going fast on his Keyblade glider. He would also love roller coasters, surfing, etc. 
He also loves flying and will go back to Neverland every now and then for more pixie dust.
He’s a fast runner and does pretty well in races on Destiny Islands, but he’s not a super competitive person, so he doesn’t care too much about winning.
He helps Kairi get into a training routine when she moves in. He becomes a bit of a mentor, but more in the sense of a fellow student/friend who already knows the ropes.
He has a cd player in his room for listening to his favorite songs. The others try to show him how to play music on his Gummiphone, but he doesn’t use it for much beyond taking pictures and the occasional phone call. He’d probably be a little shy about calls because it’s so unusual to him.
Since he was asleep for 10 years, he doesn’t know any of the new slang and has slightly outdated tastes, haha.
His favorite season is Spring, but he doesn’t dislike any of the seasons. You can bet that when the weather warms up, he’ll be outside enjoying the sun and looking for dandelions.
He enjoys all types of weather too—except for bad storms, which he’s always disliked.
He got a little bed for Chirithy that goes unused because they always fall asleep in his arms. 
And here’s the deeper ones:
Ven is overall a sensitive guy, which means he can’t stomach most violent or disturbing movies/games/etc. The problem with this is that he can’t stand being treated like a little kid either. I imagine he would be the sort to agree to watch something out of peer pressure… then be unable to fall asleep at night thinking about it. Finally Terra or Aqua has to step in and say “you don’t have to make yourself uncomfortable to fit in”. 
That sort of thing is frustrating for him in general. Thanks to everything that’s happened to his heart and mind, he technically *is* kind of younger—yet, it’s also just his personality and who he is. It’s not necessarily due to a lack of maturity. 
That being said, I think he’d be really good with kids—and I know I’ve said it before somewhere, but he would make a great camp counselor or something. Can’t you imagine him leading activities or songs with a group of kids?
He’s more shy in UX because he’s surrounded by older Keyblade wielders and used to being rejected by them (since he doesn’t bring much to the table in terms of physical strength or magical ability.) In BbS, he’s more outgoing because he’s been living with the same people for years and it’s all exciting and new. He’s always been an introvert, but he still loves making friends… It just doesn’t come quite as naturally to him as it does to Sora, and Ven’s more likely to think he did something wrong if someone dislikes him. 
In other words, he’s the sort of guy who would go to a party and end up sitting on the floor to pet the dog the whole time.
If someone does hurt his feelings, however, he’s quick to forgive them and try to restore the relationship.
Thanks to Ven being a more sensitive person, he’s very comforting and compassionate: a trustworthy friend to talk to when you’re feeling down. He’s especially nonjudgmental and a good listener. I imagine most of the guardians’ first impression of him is either ‘quiet and unassuming’ or writing him off as silly / immature. Typically, only Terra and Aqua see that deeper side of his personality—but if the opportunity arises, he gets a chance to shine.
Since he’s pure of heart, he really can’t wrap his head around *why* people would use the darkness/be cruel to others intentionally. It doesn’t click in his mind at all. He’s not ‘innocent’ in the sense of being *ignorant* to that sort of thing, but rather just never feeling the urge to act that way. Does that make sense?
He’s a genuinely good, sincere guy. I love him 💖
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wtfcuk835 ¡ 1 day ago
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i need to start by kissing your brain and then you all over your face thank you thank you thank you . this is the tastiest treat ever.
...remembers how you’d pick him up after letting him fall to the ground. you’d always come back for him, crouch down to the floor and make sure his porcelain limbs were still intact, kiss his cheek. then you’d apologize.
IM CRYING FOR BOTH HIM AND THE READER. THEYRE SO FUCKING CUTE. i love the idea of little reader with this doll almost the size of you and making sure its okay. dusting it off, and patting it down, and making sure it's just perfect. that its not broken, not yet.
...crystalline droplets, smudged against him. you’d cradle him tightly, and all would be well.
in my mind . kaiser is also a little weird about tears. i think most days he hates seeing you cry, it twists something in his (lack of a better word rn) heart. but he feels so fucking !! that he can be your safe place..
(you wrote your name on his neck with coloured marker; marked him as your own. yours, yours, all yours to bend and break. your favorite doll. he thought you’d be together forever.)
IM. FUCKFUCIDUCUJEOSNFKFN I HAVE TEARS IN MY EYES . the SYMBOLISM OF POSSESSION… ouughhh clutching my head. its the same way his rose tattoo has a hold on him. a mark. a reminder of where he came from. who he belongs to..... but the way it's something positive in this. that he loves it. he needs it. something something possession as reassurance..... ari the way his craving for love bleeds through in this.... the way its still on the toxic side .... T-T
a smile. his blue eyes gleam, sharp like a pair of daggers, catching the light of the sun— his fingers flex at his sides. a silent tick, unconscious.
thE DESCRIPTION OF HIM….. SHJDFGIFKF. he would feel so predatory... so scathing. but at the same time ALL he wants is to be yours again
his very own heartbeat— it pulses when he looks you in the eye.
the way he only feels alive with you. the point of this body, this heart, this miracle is to gift it to you. its yours, so you should take it. he's yours, so you should have him.
he’s big, taller than you, finally. towering over you. (it feels good.) he’s alive, alive, alive —
would fold in a second. okay sorry i'll be normal... i lied all im thinking about is how gorgeous he is . i want him. i dont even know how to explain what those bracketed three words did to me.
OKAY. tags time.
even a broken doll remembers who once held it.
kaiser remembers the feel of your hands, your fingers, the weight and pressure of your playdates— remembers how you’d pick him up after letting him fall to the ground. you were a bratty child, but he didn’t mind. you’d always come back for him, crouch down to the floor and make sure his porcelain limbs were still intact, kiss his cheek. then you’d apologize.
none of the adults ever understood you.
he did, though. he knew you’d feel remorse after playing too rough, throwing a tantrum, knew you cried in secret when your mother locked you in your room — the weight of her palm still fresh on your cheek. crystalline droplets, smudged against him.
you’d cradle him tightly, and all would be well.
(you wrote your name on his neck with coloured marker; marked him as your own. yours, yours, all yours to bend and break. your favorite doll.
he thought you’d be together forever.)
”do you remember me?”
a smile. his blue eyes gleam, sharp like a pair of daggers, catching the light of the sun— his fingers flex at his sides. a silent tick, unconscious.
you’re looking at him as if he’s a stranger. blinking, rubbing at your eyes with the heel of your palm, you must still be tired. you’re older now, clothes less frilly, cheeks less chubby— but it’s you, he knows it’s you. he’d know you blind, through a shattered mirror.
he found you.
fate granted him a miracle. skin and bones, his very own heartbeat— it pulses when he looks you in the eye. there’s confusion in your gaze, even though his hair is still the same, gold fading into blue seas, you used to tug at his locks when you were younger. it’s silkier now. he’s big, taller than you, finally. towering over you. (it feels good.) he’s alive, alive, alive —
and you don’t recognize him.
of course not. you’ve always been difficult.
(he tells himself he doesn’t mind.
he’ll make you remember who you left behind.)
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midnight-mourning ¡ 1 day ago
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All Aboard
❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 27❄️❄️
Once again, Pom, your brain is massive, this was a LOT of fun, i saw the words 'magic' and 'fae elements' and the pot started boiling over ashjadk, anywho, please enjoy!
Prompt: second request >:3c (but no pressure!!) I havent read all the other folks yet to see if there was a Polar Express/Train ride type oneshot. I feel like train conductor/surrealism vibes would be a delight, with holiday magic and spritely, fae elements sprinkled in. Maybe getting lost on to the destination--or the train getting stopped due to a snowstorm. (Very Nana, if you watched that anime haha) Perhaps, yn is in clear emotional distress bc of smth happening interpersonally leading up. Texting, phones, drama. Do they even want to go home…? … (Will they go back home? >:)) mweheh.)
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The train whistle blares loudly outside, starting to roll down the tracks. You watch out the window as the station begins to fade away, sighing as snow hits the pane every so often. You check you phone again when it buzzes, another message to add to the pile. Another half-hearted apology you're guessing. 
You're about to look in detail when you stop, cursing yourself and shaking your head. You got on this train for that exact reason, to avoid having to speak to them. You weren't going to give in, you just, needed a break. To go somewhere, anywhere really. 
Your ticket was for home, and the idea of being back in your apartment sounds better and better by the moment. You sink back in the seat again, already liking the sound of being back in your own bed with your own food and your own life. You never should have come here, should've listened to your friends, they'd been right all along. 
You feel a headache coming on, either from the stress, or the exhaustion of crying so much. Or even, the nagging of your friends as they brag and say they told you so. Which, they did, but you didn't need to hear it again. At least you had a day or so. The trip back was long, requiring you to get a sleeper car, where most of your belongings resided currently, save for the book sitting beside you, along with your sketchbook. 
You'd been wanting to do a bit of reading, or drawing, anything to take your mind off things, but after receiving that text you just didn't have the heart for it. 
"Everything alright over here, friend?"
You glance up, seeing a well-dressed man standing to your right. He was tall, blond, and wore a sun-themed mask over his eyes, which are also covered with a white shade. His smile is warm, kind.
You straighten up a bit, feeling self-conscious all the sudden.  "Oh, yeah. Just fine. Sorry, do you need my ticket?"
"Yes please!" 
You hand it over to him, and he punches it, promptly handing it back to you. "There you go! Is there anything else I can get for you? Perhaps a snack, or a drink?"
"No, I'm good, but thank you... Sorry, what's your name?"
The man bows slightly. "You may call me Sun. And you, friend?"
"Oh, my friends call me Nick/N." You smile. 
Sun tilts his head, his smile seems, strained for a moment. Then—"Welcome aboard, then, Nick/N. We hope you enjoy the ride!" For good measure, he takes your hand, pressing his lips to the back of it for a moment before releasing you.
"T-thanks." You say, watching as he walks off, going over to where the other conductor stands. 
You take note that he's wearing a moon mask, with red covering his eyes instead. They exchanged a few hushed words with each other, and when they look over to you, you avert your gaze again. 
You didn't pay attention when you booked this train, just got on the first one you could, you wonder if it's themed in some way. It would make sense anyway, why else for the masks? 
As you settle in for your ride, the conductors come by multiple times each to check on you. During this you find out the other is named 'Moon', which, pretty on the nose you'd say, but you have to guess it's all part of the act. 
Regardless, you find them to be friendly, very chatty, almost too much so. They're constantly offering you something to eat or drink, and if you hadn't brought snacks you'd take them up on the offer. Even then, they try encouraging you to pick something from the train's menu. 
"Surely you deserve something better than that, crumbling thing, Sunshine."
"Or something sweet to wash it down, maybe a glass of wine?"
You take another bite of your granola bar. "Nah, this is good enough for now. And I'm not much of a day drinker." You unscrew your water bottle lid, taking a sip. "Appreciate it though!"
"If you change your mind, simply let us know, Starlight."
That was another thing, the nicknames. At first, they used yours that you'd given, almost constantly addressing you in conversation. It was like they were waiting for something to happen. But when it didn't they'd switched to the celestial-themed ones instead. 
It was all so, incredibly, interesting. 
In the evening, you're sketching in your seat when your phone goes off again. You frown upon hearing it, looking out the window momentarily. It's dark, but you can make out that it's snowing incredibly hard now. You're surprised the train is still able to get through all this—
"What are you drawing, Sunbeam?"
You jump, finding the two of them are across from you. Sun leans over the back of the opposite seat, elbows resting on the top edge, while Moon lounges across the seat itself.
You feel embarrassed now. "Oh, nothing important." You don't want to admit that you're drawing them, that would be utterly humiliating. 
You couldn't help it, despite their, overtly friendly behavior—to the point you'd grown slightly suspicious—you found the two to be alarmingly charming despite it all. There was an air about them that was enticing, drawing you in and making you ever curious. 
Moon tsks. "Now, now. Don't leave us in suspense. I'm sure anything you create would be lovely."
"It's true, though maybe not as lovely as them, wouldn't you say?" Sun rests his head in his hand, small smirk on his lips. 
Moon nods, waving his hand. "Not even a question, of course."
Your ears are burning at this point. And, compelled by their outward flirting you hold out your sketchbook, head ducked to maybe hide some of your awkwardness. 
"Just take it already." You mumble. "And go easy on me, please. It's been awhile..."
Eager hands snatch up your book, and they bicker over who gets to hold it. You giggle at the exchange, and they finally settle on each holding one side as they flip through. 
As they go, Sun whistles, and Moon hums in agreement, it only serves to fluster you more. 
"You made all of these?" Moon asks. 
You laugh. "Well yeah, most of those are from months ago. They're, okay, I guess."
"Okay? You have talent, Starshine!" Sun states, waving his hand to the page. "I've never seen a hu-anyone create like this. It's impressive."
You have to cover up your face then, it's on fire. "Please, stop. They're really not—"
"And you drew us?" Sun exclaims. 
"They drew me better looking."
Sun huffs. "No, look how they got my jaw perfect!"
They delve into arguing again about who is sketched better and you just about can't take it anymore when your phone starts ringing. 
All three of you snap your attention to the device. 
When you see the caller ID, your heart fills with dread. 
Instead of curling up from being flustered, you curl up with fear, groaning. "Why can't they take a hint..."
As the phone continues to ring, you get ready to pick it up from the seat, either to answer or to decline the call. 
You don't get the chance, as Sun asks you a question. "Friend, is this your signature here?" He's pointing to a page of your sketchbook. 
"I, yeah. It is." You don't know why you didn't hesitate with that answer, too stressed to think, currently. 
You don't notice the shared look between the two, slight grins on their faces at this information. 
Your phone is still ringing, so you finally grab it, debating on what to do. 
"Do you want to talk to them?" Moon asks you. 
You sigh, then laugh. "God no. Not at all. But..." You trail off, and shake your head. "Maybe I should hear them out. Even if I really don't want to deal with them right now."
Your thumb hovers over the answer button, ready to press it—
"Y/n. Don't answer the phone." Sun's words are firm, but there's still a softness to them, almost remorseful?
You don't know, because one moment your phone is in your hand, the next it's not. You... aren't sure why but, it's probably fine, right?
The rest of the evening proceeds like everything is normal. Neither of them calls you by your name again, sticking to their nicknames. You're not hungry, so you don't eat dinner despite their pestering about it not being good for you. And you retire to your bed after a late night filled with chatting. The two of them must have very little work to do as conductors, if they can spend so much time with a single passenger like you. 
Speaking of, was the train always so empty, or had people just slowly been getting off without you noticing? You yawn, and as your head hits the pillow decide that you'll worry about it tomorrow. Besides, you should be home by the end of the morning anyhow. 
When you wake up the next day, you notice that there's a distinct lack of movement happening. You must have stopped at a station. You stretch and hop out of bed, deciding that after the day you had yesterday, you deserve to walk around in your pajamas for a bit. 
You go over to the dining car, incredibly hungry, and expecting people to be boarding. What you find is an empty car filled with piping hot food and—
"Is that a hot coco bar?" You ask to the open air, starting to salivate at the thought. 
However, before you even consider food, you decide you need to figure out what's going on. Walking over to the window, you see that the snow is piled high all around the train, almost up to the window. You must have hit a drift in the night, meaning you're stuck until the can clear the tracks. 
Normal people would be concerned about this information. But either because you don't care when you get home—as long as you're not there—or because you've developed a strange lack of care for most time related things, you don't mind in the slightest. 
With a shrug, you go over and grab a plate and start piling it high, someone's got to eat it, right? 
You also grab a large mug of hot chocolate, adding many marshmallows and tons of whipped cream. You sit down, ready to dig in, when you're spooked as you realize Moon is sitting across from you, chin resting in his hand with a smile. 
"Good morning, Starlight. Sleep well?"
You nod. "Yeah. You sure know how to make an entrance, don't you?"
"We pride ourselves on it." Sun says with a chuckle, in the seat behind you, you realize. 
Looking up, you see he's in a similar position to Moon, small smirk on his face as he observes you. 
"Seems so. While you're both here, what's going on with the train?" You raise a piece of toast to your mouth. "Unless I'm wrong and you two aren't good at your job."
You take a bite, and have to sit up again, eyes wide. The bread is perfectly crispy, with just the right amount of butter. It tastes like heaven. 
You're too caught up in taking another bite to catch what Sun says. 
"Oh my god. This is the best toast I've ever had in my life." You finish devouring it, wiping your mouth and looking back up to him. "Sorry, can you repeat that?"
Sun chuckles, hands shifting to hold your face. "I said, we're snowed in. It will take some time for the tracks to be cleared. Potentially several days." 
"Oh, really?" You reach down blindly for more food, and feel your plate be scooted closer to you. You thank Moon briefly and snatch up a piece of bacon, which also tastes divine. "Bummer."
This seems to surprise the masked man, eyebrows shooting up above the mask's edge. "You're not concerned?"
"Nah. To be honest, I don't have much of a place to go back to. A cold apartment in a shitty building on the wrong side of the city." You finish your bacon, grabbing another piece. "Not to mention how my friends are going to be getting on to me about how they were right and I was wrong and on and on and on and, man this food is delicious, like how do you guys have such a good cook for a train?"
Sun looks away from you, and sitting straight you see Moon's looking to him as well. You however, are too busy indulging your gluttony to care. Every single bite is amazing, like, the best breakfast you've ever had. 
You're about to take a drink of your hot coco, when a hand grabs your wrist. 
"Wait." Moon states, then sighs. 
You raise an eyebrow, waiting. 
He looks behind you to Sun, and glancing back you see he's frowning, but nods. 
He comes around the seat, and sits across from you with Moon. After removing the coco from your hands, he clasps one of yours in both his own. 
"We haven't been truthful with you, Sunshine. At least, I believe that's how your people say it." His grip tightens for a moment before relaxing. "It wasn't by accident that you boarded this train."
You furrow your brow. "Well, yeah, I bought the ticket."
"It wasn't the ticket you were supposed to. We, ensured you would board this train specifically." Moon states, sounding, ashamed. 
Sun continues for him. "You see, we're not from your world. We come from somewhere else, somewhere long forgotten to most of your kind. Many of our own like to play tricks on you humans, for entertainment and such. We prefer to help."
"The train is designed to find those in need of it." Moon waves to the rest of the car. "The lost, the lonely, the hurting,"—he glances at you for a moment—"It gives them a place to heal, to learn, to change in some cases. Then, when they're ready, the return home, none the wiser to the time that's past or what's truly occurred."
You notice Sun's cheeks are tinged pink under the mask, up until now you don't think you've seen either of them be so bashful. "Though, we've been, 'keeping tabs' on you for some time. Besides the gloomy aura you had we found you to be—" He bites his cheek, and mutters his next words. "Very attractive."
"Getting you here became a bit of a game for us." Moon admits, also blushing now. "As was getting you to share your name, and eat our food. Most never stay on the train long enough to do so. Or at least, they don't think they do."
Sun finally looks back to you, hands still holding your own. "But we wanted to tell you before you took a drink, as that would, bind you to us. But not to the train! You can leave whenever you like, of course. But, you deserved to know our intentions, regardless of whether you would even consider feeling the same or not."
He releases you finally, folding his now fidgeting hands into his lap. 
You take a moment to take everything in, reviewing in your head to make sure you understood everything they've told you. 
Once you've determined that yes, this is actually happening, you speak. 
"So if I drink this, I'll stay here... forever?" You point down to the cup, still steaming.
"You could still leave whenever you wish, but essentially yes—Oh my stars."
The two can only stare, mouths agape as you chug your hot coco in one go. When your finished you sigh, taking your napkin and dabbing your mouth. 
"Man, that hit the spot. I'll be getting more of that later. Anywho,"—you start to dig in to the rest of your plate—"It might take me a bit, but which one of you wants dibs on first kiss? If that's your thing, that is."
"I-"
"Me." Moon blurts. 
At this, Sun blusters, and you snicker to yourself as they begin to debate back and forth on the subject. You glance out the window at the snowy landscape, taking in how, enchanted it feels now that you fully understand the situation. It's certainly not what you expected to happen when you boarded this train, but you're certainly not complaining about the outcome. 
Maybe you'll change your mind, and one day depart from this place and the two fae you've somehow acquired. But as of this moment, spending your days with two magic beings vying for your attention, a warm bed, good food, and helping others? 
That's a pretty good deal to you. 
Best Christmas present you've ever gotten, by a long shot.
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Project: Stack The Deck CH. 1 (a3d1)
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Concept: Reader is a long-time trainee at JYP Entertainment, on the verge of being dropped completely due to her age. In her first stroke of luck in ages, she's presented with an opportunity: JYPE is producing a brand new type of audition show - 9 lucky trainees will be 'interning' with 6 of JYPE's active groups for a year in hopes of forming the first ever mixed gender AND mixed subgender group in k-pop. The catch? The trainees are only interning with their exact opposite groups, in an effort to appease ongoing protests.
Or - Babble gives in and writes Omegaverse. But this time, there's ~lore~
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Word Count: 1,893
Notes: I started this instead of working on SG I'm so sorry ^^;; My brain just doesn't wanna take anything serious rn I've been having a Time lmao I have, perhaps, thought about an inordinate amount of lore for this ^^;; It's ok I just tried to apply logic to Omegaverse nbd. I never liked the 'inner wolf' rhetoric so this is my attempt to fix that while keeping the instinct drivel i adore lol. While also keeping a more human level of 'intinct'. Also this isn't very edited, so keep that in mind. Also also this is super slow-burn and focused on pack-bonds first, so while we may get to romance and maybe smut eventually, it won't be for a really very long time Heavily inspired by To The 9th Degree by azaluvx7 on Ao3.
Warnings: Mention of house-fire, discussion of medical misinformation that leads to protests (also mentioned)
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Sitting across from the director is always a nerve wracking experience, no matter how many times I’ve experienced it.
Kim Jae-Hwa was a severe omegan woman with dark hair and a fair complexion. As the director of Training and Development at JYPE she held the future of all of JYPE’s unrealized talent in her hands.
That did, of course, include my own.
Having been picked up and dropped from several line-ups over the years, none of those groups having come to fruition at all, she was someone I’d seen probably more than I’d have liked to. Seeing her face always filled me with a potent mixture of hope and dread, something she was uniquely positioned to tip the scales of.
Today we were, oddly enough, sat in the company’s cafeteria instead of the director’s office or the conference room she favored. Seeing as how the last time I'd been in one of those rooms it’d been to have a very honest and pragmatic conversation with several of the older trainees about our future within the company and our options outside of it, I couldn’t be mad at the change of scenery.
Several of my classes had become one-on-one tutoring sessions after that conversation.
So yeah, sitting in front of her was always more than enough to make you break out into a cold sweat and send my scent spiking along with my thundering heartbeat beneath carefully-applied scent blockers, no matter how nice she was.
And she was nice, pushing a steaming coffee across the table to me, warm smile gentling her features. She cared about the trainees here, truly. It’s why she organized meeting like the one that chased away a majority of your remaining friends in the first place. Always looking out for us, whether we liked it or not.
“I heard you’ve been skipping a few classes lately, that’s not like you.” She says after a moment, allowing me to sip the warm comfort of the familiar beverage before her interrogation.
“Ah,” I flinch a bit, curling into myself, “I had to get another job. My apartment burned down recently, so it’s just been a bit hard to make everything work out.”
She knows this already, of course. All of my trainers were aware, as well as the manager who oversaw the older trainees. Well, older trainee, now, really. Reports about the trainees crossed her desk regularly, and since I was the only one in my class right now there weren’t many for my details to get lost between.
As expected, she just nods along, tilting her head at me, not surprised in the least.
“Where are you staying now, may I ask?”
I shrink further into myself at her query, embarrassment flooding me. “Just a hotel right now, director.” I admit, head low, “The building wasn’t really salvageable, and I haven’t been able to find anything I can afford near enough to the company yet.”
Jae-Hwa just nods her elegant head, not rendering judgment. In fact, as I glance up at the older woman, there’s something almost calculating in her eyes.
“Why didn’t you apply for the trainee dorms? It sounds like you qualify for them.”
Squirming uncomfortably in my seat, I cast around for a reasonable answer. It wasn’t like I could tell her that I was intimidated by a bunch of teenagers. I mean, in turn they were also intimidated by my seniority and sway with the more sympathetic trainers, but, well. A few bad apples could spoil a bunch, and I’d always been an easy target for bullies.
Even if they couldn’t hurt me physically or professionally, words often had a way of getting under skin. Especially from people I’d rather be able to mentor and pamper.
“The kids get a bit uncomfortable with me already,” I settle on, letting my shoulders shrug sheepishly, body pulled along by the half-truth, “I don’t want to make it worse by intruding on their space.”
Jae-Hwa simply hums, considering me. She probably knew this too, honestly. The truth of it, even. There wasn’t much that went on in the practice rooms that she didn’t know about.
There also wasn’t much she could do if I didn’t stand up for myself, so I just offer her a strained smile, silently begging for this conversation to move forward.
Stars above, if this was a new way of gently encouraging me to pursue other career paths it might have been the most effective one yet. Fleeing the building sounded great right about now.
“Alright, I won’t push it, you know very well what resources we offer by now. Better than some of my staff even, I’d bet.” She says it in a lighthearted tone, clearly only meant to tease, but hot shame rips through me again anyways.
Seven years was a long time to train, and while it did come with some perks (like knowing the training program than some of the managers), it still meant that I hadn’t been good enough to debut. That despite the extra experience and training, I still wasn’t good enough.
“I actually had something of a proposal for you,” the director continues, unbothered by my bowed head, “You may not have heard since you’ve been out lately, but the board has proposed a project in hopes of appeasing those protests that have been happening.”
I grimace at the mention of the ongoing protests, the loud chanting of the crowd in front of the building ringing in my ears at just the mention of them.
“The ones about co-ed groups?” I clarify, as if there are any others.
She shares a tight-lipped commiserating smile with me and nods, “Yes, those protests,” she sighs.
Honestly, the whole movement was stupid, in your opinion. On the surface it was progressive, inclusive even. After all, encouraging more co-ed groups could lead to a great many positive changes for idols. Less scrutiny on interactions between male and female idols, or alphas and omegas. More leeway with the very intense media attention, a chance to be more care-free when hanging out with their friends.
Hell, it could even be good for society at large, showing progressive ideals in a very visible way. That is, if the goal of the movement had been so pure or noble.
No, the current rhetoric was an archaic bunch of bologna ripped from an out of context statistic from a very old and very biased study about Pack dynamics and their impact on one’s health.
To brush past the bullshit and flowery words of concern, they believed that a pack needed at least one person of every sub-gender present to keep a balance of hormones and instincts and remain healthy.
Never mind that the same study claimed that omegas needed to be locked up in their dens and nests like birds in a cage or that betas were only really good for filling in negative space despite their very intensively studied and very important roles in a pack.
Unfortunately, despite making about as much sense as a flat-earther, one viral post had made it into k-pop circles and triggered a cascade of hysterically ‘worried’ fans, who really just wanted a chance to join the packs of their favorite celebrities.
It was common knowledge that many idol groups ended up as pack, especially those that enjoyed success. JYPE as a company very specifically encouraged this, boasting an incredible matchmaking record with 10 out of 11 of groups they’d tried this with becoming pack, a further 3 of those packs even being romantic.
The issue was that, in direct contrast with this nonsensical ideal, most idol groups comprised themselves of only one primary and two sub genders, due to the marketability and fanservice of it all. An alpha group would only have alphas and betas, and vice versa for omega groups.
Hence the very loud protests outside the building, mostly comprised of delusional fans baying for a chance to meet their idols for said idol’s ‘health’.
Normally the company wouldn’t cave to something like this, simply issuing statements of good health or waiting for it to blow over, but even I had heard of the large-scale boycotts and blackouts among various fandoms. Loss of profit or image was something the company could not, unfortunately, ignore.
Still, I frown at the director.
“Is it really a good idea to give into them?” I ask, worried, “Won’t they just get bolder, then?”
The director grimaces in agreement, but shrugs her shoulders, “Your guess is as good as mine, kid. In the end, it’s up to the investors.”
I give my own grimace at this. Despite actively wanting and trying to participate in the industry, I was old enough for the rose-tinted glasses to have come off. I could be disgusted by how the industry operated while still wanting to be a part of it. I’m talented that way.
“Just hear me out about it before we start picking it apart,” Jae-Hwa gently pleads, “This could be a good opportunity for you.” something heavy and sorrowful clouds her eyes, her voice lowering as she admits, “This could be the last opportunity I can get for you.”
My heart lodges in my throat at her words, nausea swirling in my gut.
Jae-Hwa really did care for her trainees. A bit too much, even. Enough to be blunt with us about our chances to debut. It had been a few years since she’d looked at me with bright eyes and a cheerful, “This could be it! You’ve got the talent, kid, we’ve just gotta show it to the world!”
She might take the older trainees aside to gently break their hearts, but she never forced them out. I was just the last one stupid enough to stay.
“You’re 23 this year, y/n.” She says gently, grimly, softly taking my hands into hers across the table, “I can’t protect you forever. There’s no telling when we’ll get to put together another girl group. You’ve got the talent, kid, but this might be your last chance to show it.”
She’s right, of course. 23 is old for a trainee. Hell, younger idols should be hitting the peak of their careers at 23. Even if I left JYPE, there’s only a very infinitesimal chance I’d be picked up by another agency. There’s an even smaller chance that theoretical company could debut me.
I swallow uneasily and tighten my grip on the director’s hands. I give her a tiny nod to continue, fighting off the urge to cry.
“They’re putting together a reality show,” Jae-Hwa begins to explain, holding my gaze, “Where they’re going to have our top trainees ‘intern’” she releases one hand to air-quote the word, her eyes rolling despite herself. It makes me giggle, and by her small smile, that was her goal, “with one of our active groups for the duration of a comeback.”
I tilt my head questioningly at her, “What does that have to do with the protests?” I ask. So far it seemed like just an innovative audition show to me.
the director’s eyes reveal her unease, even as her face stays resolute. “The trainees will be put in a pool for the groups to choose from.” She continues to explain, seemingly ignoring my question, “But,” She hesitates, “They’re only going to allow the groups to choose completely opposite- gender trainees.
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➪ summary: after weeks of uneasiness flowing through gabe and molly and months of gabe being on edge about mack, he finally lets it all out, leading to more hurtful things then he could've imagined
➪ warnings: gabe and will saying shitty things to each other, gabe hurting mack's feelings... gabe saying something shitty to mack. also not proofread one bit
➪ word count: 1.7k
➪ file type: au (the film effect) fic
➪ cupid's notes: pls ignore the picture choice i spent ten minutes trying to find a good one but i couldn't an di just wanted to get this out. a little angst tonight... i don't know what possessed me but whatever. for a slight bit of context gabe does have the last word in the fight and he said something beyond shitty but i could not think of something to write bc i had turned the fight to will yelling at gabe so pls ignore that. sorry for the yapping but yeah
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Molly wasn’t sure what it was, the hustle and bustle of the holidays, the getting back to school, the winter depression, but she could just feel like something was going to happen. She could feel the uneasiness in her stomach brew throughout the past week, sitting in the middle of class or reading a new book in her dorm. 
Gabe knew she had felt off the whole week, keeping an eye on her at every possible second since she arrived back on campus. He had already been there a few days prior having had a game that Friday and Saturday before everyone was due back. And maybe it was because he knew her too well and had been watching her that he knew she was feeling off, or maybe it was because the same stomach-churning feeling his girlfriend had he had too, but he would never say that out loud. 
The two drove in silence to TD Gardens, it would be their first time seeing Will since New Year’s and while they had gone longer than two weeks without each other, the two weeks had seemed like two years. With everything the two were feeling, the thought of just seeing their boyfriend in person felt like a huge relief off their shoulders. 
Gabe looked over at Molly, a small smile growing on his face, “Hey.”
“Hi. You good?”
“Mhm, just excited, y’know. Hockey.”
“Yeah, I’m sure that’s what you’re excited about.”
゚+*:୨୧:*﹤
Standing in the tunnel after the game, Gabe held onto Molly’s hand anxiously waiting for Will to finish up in the locker room. The sinking feeling in both of their stomachs only grew during the game despite trying to focus on the sound of skating and the puck sliding along the ice for the past two and a half hours. 
Gabe’s mind raced with thoughts of the unread text messages on his phone from his teammates, the unfinished assignments he had already collected in the week of being back at school, and the mess his bedroom was, everything was just piling up on him and he didn’t know how much more he could take. 
Will walked out from behind the corner only a few minutes later, and just to Gabe’s luck, Mack was just a few feet behind them. He heard both of their laughs first, eyes landing on their figures seconds later. He watched as his boyfriend talked animatedly about something, what it was he had no clue, but he could feel the tension release from his body just at the sight of him. 
Molly could feel the pit forming in the pit of her stomach as soon as she saw one of her best friends behind her boyfriend because as much as she loved Mack and loved talking to him, she knew her other boyfriend did not return the same sentiment. 
She squeezed Gabe’s hand, trying to provide him with an extra layer of comfort as the two drew closer to them. Will’s gaze snapped over to them, a wide grin breaking out on his face. He didn’t say any words before he hugged Molly, whispering a soft greeting in her ear before pulling away and doing the same with his boyfriend. 
However, Gabe’s hug lasted substantially longer than Molly’s, tight grip around Will’s waist as he toyed with the edge of his suit jacket. Will’s eyebrows furrowed, rubbing Gabe’s back in slow circles, murmuring, “You okay, handsome?”
He could feel Gabe nod from where his head was placed on his shoulder and didn’t say anything more, falling into silence as he just held him close. Gabe sighed, finally feeling at ease as he stood there, but his relaxed state went as quick as it came once Macklin’s voice made its way to his ears. 
He tensed only slightly, still trying to drown out the talking that not only annoyed him but overwhelmed him. As the three continued talking, Gabe’s mind swirled into what was quickly becoming a storm of thoughts that he wished he didn’t have. 
“No, I swear! Will just walked up to him like it was no big deal and he-”
“God do you ever shut up!” Gabe snapped, pulling away from the comfort that was the crook of Will’s neck, eyes looking Mack up and down. 
Mack’s mouth shut, almost shying away from the volume of his voice. Will and Molly stared at their boyfriend agape, blinking slowly and then rapidly as if trying to figure out if what just happened had really happened. 
“Gabe…” Will and Mack’s voices were soft as they spoke.
In turn, their voices at the same time only made Gabe grow more annoyed, “And of course, you two are talking at the same time!”
“I didn’t-”
“No of course you didn’t, because perfect Macklin Celebrin could never do anything wrong.” He cut him off, huffing as he crossed his arms. 
“Gabe that isn’t fair and you know it. He was just trying to make conversation with you-” Will started, wrapping his hand around his bicep as he dragged him away from Mack and Molly. 
Gabe’s yells turned into whispered harshness as he stared at his boyfriend, “He is always around Will, even if it’s just the three of us. Is it too much to ask to have you and Molly to myself for once?”
“No but you could at least be nice to him, Gabe. He is my friend, one of the only ones I have out in California. I am not saying you have to be all buddy-buddy with him but at least he’s trying, which is more than I can say about you.”
Tears formed at the base of Gabe’s eyes, but he refused to let them fall, “I am not going to try to be friends with someone who is trying to steal my boyfriend.”
Will tilted his head back in frustration, a loud groan coming out of him, “He is not trying to steal me, Gabe. And even if he was, which he isn’t, I am yours and Molly’s, which is something that will never change.”
The two just stared at each other for a few minutes before Will spoke again, “You’re acting like a spoiled fucking child who isn’t getting their way.”
This time, Gabe was unable to stop the tear from making its way down his face, wiping at it harshly as soon as he felt it, “That’s not… fair.”
“Oh so now it’s not fair? After what you said to him? Spare me the emotions, Gabe. I’m not dealing with this anymore. You need to get over whatever you have against him and stop acting like a child.”
Mack and Molly stood a ways away from them, watching the heated exchange. The girl spared a glance up at her friend, a frown easily taking over her face, “He didn’t mean it, Mack-”
“No… he did. And that’s fine. I’m fine. Honestly, Molls. It’s okay that he doesn’t like me, I just don’t want to ruin your guys’ relationship.”
“You aren’t ruining anything, I promise. It’s just been a hard few months for him and I know that is no excuse for what he said but-”
“Molly it’s okay. I will live and you do not have to apologize for him or for anything, okay? I’m going to head out, tell Will I’ll try to hold the team off long enough before they leave.”
She only nodded, eyes drifting back to watch her boyfriends argue. But somewhere between them starting and stopping their conversation, Gabe had disappeared and left an angry and upset Will by himself. Mack gave her a side hug, walking past Will and giving him a pat on the shoulder before leaving. 
Molly approached him, stepping in front of him and taking his hands into her own, “What happened?”
She skipped over the question she would’ve liked to ask, Everything okay? Because she knew it wasn’t okay, it was the first real fight the three of them had ever had and it was a huge one. She heard him sigh, eyes searching his face for any telltale sign of what happened or what he said but she came up empty. 
“I said things, he said things… I don’t know.” He ran a hand over his face, trying to sort through his thoughts. 
“Were yours worse or were his?”
“I was being pretty shitty, but he was being…” He trailed off, unsure of what actually to say. While Gabe had said equally worse things, Will couldn’t help the regret and guilt that took over his mind. 
“Do you-”
“Go. I don’t want him out on the street alone despite how mad at him I am, and I definitely do not want you two driving in the middle of the night. I have to get back to the team, we have the flight soon, gotta be in Nashville.” He rambled, unable to keep himself from everything he was thinking about. 
She rose onto her tip-toes, giving him a kiss on the cheek, “I love you, and Gabe loves you too-” She paused when she saw the hurt and anger flash in his eyes at his name, “Yeah, okay.”
“I love you too, Molls. And I’m sorry.”
She shook her head, “Don’t be. Not to me at least and do not forget that he also said things that weren’t right, Will. You have a right to feel angry just as much as he does.”
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When Molly found Gabe, he was sitting against a wall, head in his hands and she could hear the soft sobs that came from him. Her steps were slow and deliberate, trying not to spook him. Her efforts were vain when his head jerked up at the brush of her hand against his shoulder. He only cried harder when he saw her.
“Gabe take a deep breath f’me okay?” She kneeled next to him as best as she could, ignoring the slight pain of her knees digging into the sidewalk's concrete. Her one hand brought his head to her chest and tangled in his hair while the other was placed comfortingly on his back. 
“I’m sorry.” He hiccuped, trying to calm himself down. 
She sighed as she repeated her earlier words, “Don’t be. Not to me at least.”
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kindred-spirit-93 ¡ 1 day ago
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I KINDA CLEANED MY WINDOWS!!
its probably going to rain and render my efforts useless but idc its been bothering me for so long and today i did the bare minimum and im happy. i used wipes lol i can see dust lines but still. a win is a win
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kinda going through it. i think its a quarter life crisis lmao (or half whos to say ;)) except its very chill. like milestones and relationships arent bothering me (all in good time im in no rush) and i dont feel like im behind or missing out on anything.
im just existing and trying to make it till graduation yk? im tired
skipped another class today lol (last one no promises tho) to go to the cafeteria again. im allowing myself to compromise bc i really am not feeling great. ofc theres no one but myself to blame for that lol but this aint about her. also social anxiety can go cry in the corner >:)
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wearing my emotional support turtleneck lmao, ate a bite of yesterdays carrot cake (divine), my beloved honeybee plushie is within arms reach. im trying. and its progress
new year tomorrow so hopefully ill snap into it again and feel better after studying and ticking a few boxes. hopefully.
so many things i want to do. short term and long term. so little time and barakah these days. but we persist.
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i love my patho prof so much. my uncle taught her during at some point and she worked with another uncle of mine for some time so she knows the family well. shes so wonderful and always keen to learn and help (conflict of interest who? im joking were all very professional which surprisingly is the opposite of the norm here. but thats an essay for another time)
yesterday after class she read and went through the physicians oath (fun fact theres a muslim version! and generally modern versions lol iirc the og hippocratic one was a bit wild) with us and its beautiful. i plan on printing it out and sticking it somewhere i can see.
anyway i think its important to keep the end goal (visibly) in sight bc its easy esp for me to get caught up in the minutiae of the every day and get overwhelmed, so its a good reminder for me to renew my intention every now and again, and to appreciate how far ive come :)
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dont u hate it when ur upset or angry and then every inanimate object in existence conspires against u. like wtf are u doin. why are u unionising and why tf is it against me??? im on ur side u jerks >:'(
in ther news my baby cousin is the cutest lil man on the planet his shenanigans are always hysterical. yesterday he left all his toys to go play with the aubergines lmao. legos? nah we stacking tuna cans XD
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my dads meeting a friend today so i asked him over lunch what [friends] phd was about since his bachelors is in arabic. like what research do u do in languages, and he said the master thesis was abt the sentence structure of the nabataean language (aramaic i think) and how it resembles arabic. and if thst isnt the coolest fricking thing idk what is
i love languages so much i really wish i could learn every langauge under the sun and read every book in existence. maybe in heaven lol. anyway i asked him if he could ask him to recommend me a book and he said he will :3
the 2 books i bought last year when we went to turkiye abt the ottoman empire sitting on my shelves collecting dust: this bitch
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my hands are cold and im getting too lazy to type lol. thank u for reading this far, might post some class doodles today idk (my attention span these days is truly something scandalous)
hope ur all doing well! take care of yo selves, drink water or ill personally hunt u down, and enjoy da fireworks tonight!
"with alarm, your scholar" - kindred
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