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[aliesbienish]

Rocking the Boat - Part One

Buddie x Reader AU Two reluctant dance novices wind up in a beginners ballroom class while on a cruise. Will it be smooth sailing? Not if the cute dance teacher can help it.

So basically I watched Dirty Dancing and decided Eddie must teach ballroom. Figured a cruise ship was the modern version of Kellermans and this idea (shit show?) was born. Do I know anything about dancing - absolutely not. Did I intend to make it multiple parts - nope, not at all. So good luck I guess...

This wasn't exactly how you'd plan your dream vacation. Thousands of people, one ship and the open ocean. Did somebody say Titanic? But you couldn't exactly say no to celebrating your parents' anniversary, especially not when everyone else in the family said yes. With their respective partners in tow. While you are painfully single. It is going to be a long week.

The ship itself was lovely. Grand staircases, fancy restaurants and a waterslide or two to really give it that je ne sais quoi. It was thankfully adults only, however, it seemed to be also heavily geared towards couples. The activities schedule was full of things like dance classes, couples massages and romantic movie screenings. Great for the rest of the family. Not so much for you.

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Day one - Sunday

Everyone had successfully boarded, clad in matching green and pink Hawaiian shirts the happy couple insisted the whole party wear. Food was devoured at the buffet, the safety briefing was half listened to and the ship was explored. Once the rooms were ready everyone split off into pairs, some couples to dance, some to the casino and some to the bar. Not wanting to intrude you decide to call it an early night, and try not to think about how lonely this trip might become.

Day two - Monday

Your parents had decided to hold a meeting over breakfast each day to go through the daily schedule. With military precision they had planned each day, dictating what activities they wanted the family to attend together and when everyone had free time. The morning activities were rather fun: you'd enjoyed the quick thinking of bingo and the creativity required for art class. Both conveniently were also activities you do solo.

But you couldn't help but dread this afternoons activity... ballroom dancing. Now you didn't know much about ballroom dancing, or really dancing to begin with, but even you could be pretty sure it wasn't something one typically did alone.

Yet here you were, 1:30pm sharp, standing in the theatre with your family and thirty or so other guests.

"Alright everybody," A voice carried from across the room. "Welcome to introduction to ballroom dancing" You whipped your head around to spot the instructor, and put eyes on a striking man making his way to the centre of the room.

"My name is Eddie and I'll be your teacher today. Now there is no pressure in this class, you are all here to have fun not to star in a remake of Strictly Ballroom. So we will be starting from the very beginning, today will be all about basic steps. That being said if you enjoy today, which I really hope you do, then remember this class will be on every sea day at the same time. Over the week we will build up your skills, and by Sunday you should be able to have created and performed a routine. First things first, pair up! Any singles please come up to me and I'll find you a partner."

You gave your family a wry smile and made your way into the centre. Most guests seemed to have already come in couples as expected, and honestly you were kind of hoping no one came forward so you could just call it a day and grab a cocktail. A few elderly vacationers made their way towards the centre of the room, causing you to start rehearsing possible excuses as to why you couldn't make the next class. Luckily Eddie seemed to pair them off together pretty quickly. Finally there was just you left, and as mortifying as that was, you could almost taste the pina colada.

Eddie gave you a gentle smile before turning to the room, "Anyone else need a partner?" Heads shook across the floor.

He turned to face you with an apologetic smile, and opened his mouth to speak but was quickly interrupted by the doors opening and three more people rushing in.

"Sorry we're late, got a little lost," A brunette woman apologised, dragging along two men behind her towards Eddie.

"No worries, you haven't missed anything. Just getting into partners."

"Oh shoot, my brother needs a partner." She said, pushing the taller man in front of her. The curly haired blonde gave an awkward laugh and small wave.

"That's perfect actually," Eddie smiled, tipping his head in your direction. You returned the mans awkward wave with one of your own.

"Now that's sorted," he bellowed, gathering the attention of the rest of the class, "Everyone find a space with your partner on the dance floor. We are going to give the new partners a couple of minutes to get acquainted, then we will get started."

Steeling your nerves at the fact you would be in close proximity to this handsome stranger for at least the next hour, you walked over to your new dance partner.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Buck." he smiled, causing your heart to flutter.

"Hi," you smiled and introduced yourself. "Thank god you came, I think I was a few seconds away from being told I had to dance with an imaginary partner."

"Don't be thankful just yet, an imaginary partner would be a lot less likely to stand on your toes." Buck joked.

"You are underestimating how much damage I can do by myself. At least with you hopefully I'll stay upright"

"Okay, how about we apologise for any mistakes and injuries we may cause now, otherwise I think 90% of our conversation might be the word sorry"

"Deal," You agree, grabbing his hand and shaking it. "I'm very sorry for whatever pain we are about to endure. But at least if we go down, we will go down together".

"Ditto" Buck agreed.

"Very sincere" You laughed.

"Alright guys, everyone ready to begin?" Eddie questioned, receiving nods and yes from the class.

"Great. The first element of ballroom dancing we need to get right, even before we take a step, is posture. I want everyone to turn to face their partner and stand about six to eight inches apart from hip to hip. If you can't visual that, it's about a hand width from thumb to pinky."

You move opposite to Buck, and quickly realise how tall he is. Looking up you catch his eyes as he looks back down at you. He places his hand out from his hip to judge the distance.

You blush as you swat it away, replacing it with your own and stepping towards him "No offence, but I think your hand might be a little larger than average"

"None taken."

"Great. Next I want everyone to stand as tall as possible, feet hip width apart. Imagine there is a string pulling you up from the top of your head, keeping you upright all the way. Once you are there keep that position but make sure your shoulders are relaxed. Also make sure that you are balanced, not leaning on one leg more than the other". You do as Eddie says, parting your legs slightly and drawing yourself up. Buck across from you is doing the same, adding even more height to his already towering frame.

"Now we want to get into our starting positions. Try not to move your body for now, just your arms. Within your couples decide who the lead will be. That person should place their right hand on the other persons back, below the shoulder blade."

"Are you okay if I lead?" Buck asked, "Or if you prefer you can. I really don't mind"

"Please do. Then I can put the blame on you if we knock other couples down"

"Clever" He chuckled as he gently placed the palm of his hand on your back. You could feel the heat radiating through your t-shirt.

"Now the followers left hand goes onto the right shoulder of their partner. Upper arm is fine if there is a bit of a height difference," Eddie chuckled as he looked at you and Buck.

You move your hand to Buck's upper arm and once he nods gently place it down, trying to school your expression as you feel the curves of his biceps underneath his shirt.

"Finally join your spare hands together halfway between you, just above shoulder height and slightly outwards from the body. Now hold that position for a minute as I quickly check everyone's forms."

"So what brings you here?" Buck questioned, gazing softly down at you.

"You mean the cruise or why I turned up alone to a couples dance class?"

"Both" he chuckled.

"My parents anniversary. They decided that to celebrate they wanted a family vacation, but with minimal planning. Hence the idea of a cruise. It has also been agreed upon that they get to pick the activities, including this class, and have been using some frankly despicable guilt tripping techniques to get me to attend. What about you?"

"Similar story really. It's my sister Maddie's birthday," Buck said, using his pointer finger on the hand combined with your own to motion over to the brunette he arrived with, "she and her partner Chim have been wanting to go on a cruise because they have been religiously watching Below Deck. I know," Buck laughed, catching the questioning look in your eyes. "It's not the same and I keep trying to tell them that but apparently it's as good as they'll get on their salaries. Anyway, Maddie asked me to come along to both the cruise and this class, and I have the inability to say no to her so here I am."

Just as you were about to respond Eddie came over.

"There's my a-team. Sorry I didn't grab your names earlier," You both quickly introduced yourself properly.

"Both your forms are looking pretty good, mind if I quickly tweak it a little though?"

With quick nods in agreement Eddie gently grabbed your conjoined hands and raised them slightly. He then softly grabbed Buck's hips turning them slightly so they were parallel to his feet. Finally he delicately lifted Buck's hand from your upper back and moved it to below your should blade. Catching Bucks eye you both seemed to flush red simultaneously.

"Perfect," Eddie almost whispered, hand lingering over Bucks' on your back. "That's your starting position there. Practice getting in and out from it for a sec while I finish checking everyone else." The brunette man gave you both a charming smile before walking over to check the next group.

"Wow," you involuntarily sighed, eyes coming up to meet Bucks.

"Wow indeed," Buck responds almost giddily.

“Alright guys, everybody is looking good. I’m sure everyone is eager to get to the actual dancing so let’s start with our basic box step. There is six steps in total, and once out to music each step will be a beat. Get back into position with your partner, and bring your feet together. For the first step the leader is going to step forward with their left foot, the follower back with their right.” Buck slowly moves his foot as instructed and you follow his lead.

“Great. Then the leaders right foot is going to be stepped out to the side of the left, try not to move it diagonally but rather forward and then sideways. Partners should be going back and to the side with your left foot.” You get a jolted a little with Bucks movement this time, but regain balance and move your foot backwards.

“Next the leader will bring your left to the right so your feet are together. Follower right to left.”

You both do so in time - “We’re naturals,” Buck whispers with glee.

“Fourth step we are going straight back with your right foot, forward with left for followers. Fifth back to the side with your left foot and then finally move your right foot to beside your left. Now hopefully you’ve all ended roughly where you started.”

“Well than wasn’t terrible,” you joked, “all our feet are so far intact,”

“We’ll be just like Baby & Johnny before you know it, how do you feel about lifts?”

“Promises, promises,” the holiday romance a la Dirty Dancing didn’t seem like a bad option, even if you Buck was just referencing the dance moves.

"Alright guys we're going to speed it up with some music."

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Half an hour of practicing to music and you were exhausted. As soon as speed was involved your mind and feet decided to stop working in tandem, leading to mistiming, missed steps and a lot of running into Buck. Luckily you weren't the only member of the pair making mistakes, Buck wasn't wrong when he said your toes weren't safe. Then arms got involved and poor Buck was dodging your elbows.

Still it was an amazing experience thanks both to your partner and the teacher. Enough that you were hoping to come back.

"Thats all for today everyone. Remember it's a port day tomorrow, but we will be picking it up Wednesday for anyone who wants to continue."

The rest of the class began filing out, and you subtly shooed your family off so you could say goodbye to your new partner.

"Well we survived."

"Barely. There was a couple of moments there I thought we were going to go A over T."

"I blame the sway of the boat," Buck decided.

"I think I'll stick to blaming the leader," You rebutted, Buck putting his hand on his heart in mock hurt.

"As long as no one is blaming the teacher," A voice interrupted from behind.

"Now there's an idea, what do you think Buck?"

"Works for me!"

"Wow, my favourite students turning on me. After all I've done for them."

"Technically you only have yourself to blame, you paired us up," Buck nodded in agreement.

"I'm sorry, clearly I should have given you each a senior citizen to dance with, though they might have been to advanced for you both to handle. I was going to check if you both were coming back, but maybe my confidence couldn't handle it."

You gave a questioning gaze to Buck - "I'm game if you are?"

"It would be rude not to, the class needs an example of what not to do" Buck agrees.

[ratmanwalking]

Sometimes i have dreams where i remember dreams that i previously had as a memory, and when i wake up i cant decide if i have actually had those dreams that im remembering or my brain just made them up and im remembering them as false memories, bc when i wake up it feels like i can recall having them but myabe my brain is just making them up as im dreaming bc the more i think abt them the less they feel like actual dreams i had

[azulhood]

It all started because of a school project, technically two projects, while it wasn't a world ending threat they set of a change reaction that lead to startling discoveries.

Mr Lancer had given the class the task of looking through their pasts and finding an life changing event that helped shape them into the person that were today and writing about that event.

It was a ten page essay (they were allowed to go over that limit) the more details the better and if you had something from that event to show (such as photos or keepsakes or really anything) you were awarded extra credit.

Danny's choice of event was the school field trip to a nearby museum he went on when he was seven, the space exhibit they had was what sparked his love for the stars and kick-started his dreams of being an astronaut.

It wasn't like he had any other choice (he doubted mister Lancer would accept 'my death' as a good life changing event)

He knew that he had photos of the field trip somewhere with all the other photos taken throughout his life, he just had to find them.

And after digging through thousands of boxes and piles of discarded inventions he handled with care (in case they blew up) he found them tucked inside an old photo album covered in green stains that sat on top of a bookshelf.

Opening the book caused all the pictures to fall into his lap, it seems like his parents didn't get around to actually adding them to the book, Danny resigned himself to spending the rest of his day shifting through old photos.

It wasn't all bad though, he found pictures of when Sam still had blonde hair and wore pink and of that time Tucker wrote an 'I love you' on his parents cars with their keys and many other embarrassing photos.

A treasure trove of blackmail material.

He finally found the picture he was looking for.

All of the kids who are now students of Casper high stood in front of an old building each proudly holding up something they bought in the gift shop (Danny had bought a book on planets that had long ago fallen apart)

It was a normal photo.

And yet, something seemed off.

Sam and Tucker were there with him in between them, Dash was there too.

Along with Kwan, Mikey, Paulina, Valerie, and all the others.

And yet, something was missing.

Then it hit him.

Wes wasn't there.

Danny could've sworn that he had been on that trip, but the more he thought about it the less he was sure.

He couldn't actually remember Wes being there and Danny remembered nearly everything about that trip.

'Maybe he was sick or something?' It was the most logical thing he could think of to explain the other absence, that and his parents not wanting him to go for some reason.

Mystery solved he pushed it to the back of his mind , he had an essay to finish.

Still, it stuck with him.

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The next school project Lencer gave them was one with assigned partners.

Danny got Wes who, despite not being Sam or Tucker, was leagues better then Dash and he'd take that as a win.

Wes had insisted on studying at his house so he could, and Danny quotes "Keep an eye on you Fenton"

Danny could practically feel the hidden cameras burning a hole into him while he stood in front of the Weston's door, waiting for him to go ghost for whatever reason.

Jokes on him though, Danny asked all the ghosts to leave him along for this month with the promise of giving them a head start the next time they caused trouble, so really Wes was just wasting his time.

"This way." Wes said already heading inside without caring if Danny followed.

Being the first time he had ever been in Wes's home Danny looked at everything and anything.

It was a fairly normal home, not like Danny's which had an anti-ghost defense system or Sam's super rich house.

But more like Tuckers

One of the things that drew his attention was the pictures that lined the walls.

There were so many.

Some with Wes and his mom, some with just him, some with just his mom, and some with people Danny didn't recognise.

But there were no baby photos.

The only pictures Danny could find of a young Wes seemed to be from when he was eight? Nine?

And nothing before.

'Maybe they were put away in storage' Danny guessed, but it still made his brain itch.

He remembered looking at old school photos and not finding any sign of a young Wes at all, he didn't even remember Wes coming to school any time before the year Danny turned eight.

And in a small town where everyone knew everyone that really wasn't possible.

'Maybe they moved here and lost a lot of stuff' Which would explain a lot, well no harm in asking. "Did you loss a lot when you moved here?"

Wes stopped walking and turned around to give him a look that asked if he was insane. "I've lived here my whole life, Fenton."

Danny froze, that couldn't be right, he'd remember that.

Something was wrong.

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Tim Drake sat in front of the bat computer as the rest of his family patrolled.

He had one monitor displaying the other bats locations while all the other monitors were used to show him files, or rather the lack there of.

Wayne Enterprises had tournaments held for schools and the prize was an all express paid trip to Gotham and tour of WE and surrounding areas, Tim could think of way better prizes that weren't visiting the crime capital of the world but that wasn't the point.

What was the point was that every time there was a winner Tim preformed a routine background check on students and staff (and by routine he means learn their whole live story) just in case anyone happened to be trained assassins set to kill one of them, stranger things have happened.

Wes Weston was one such student whose background Tim had to check.

And he found nothing.

Sure, there were hospital and school documents from age eight and upwards, but other then that nothing.

There was no birth certificate, no evidence of him attending daycare, nothing.

It was as if Wes did not exist before he was eight years old.

And perhaps the most interesting thing.

Amy Weston was listed as Wes's biological mother, DNA even said as much, and yet Amy's medical file said that she had never been pregnant and also had no siblings that could've been Wes's parent.

And yet Wes existed, appearing one day as if he had always been there.

Was it cloning? Aliens? Magic? A changeling? Someone creating false information to hide the truth?

It was a mystery, and mysteries had always been Tim's Kryptonite.

[flowershines]

Unbearable Feelings

School Rival Virgin. Jungwon x F. Reader

Summary: Two academic rivals have to share a tent and an enclosed area from the class due to not enough space. (Huddle for warmth)

Warnings: Smut, mentions of baby trapping, rivals, virgin Jungwon, switch Jungwon, car break down, mutual masterbation

Song to represent Unbearable Feelings:

Hallways filled with people as they moved from one class to the other, glancing around the hallway as music ran through your ears trying to keep your mind occupied by reviewing the vocab you had to study for your next class. Mumbling as you tried to remember the phrases, looking up to try and think of the words that were somewhere in your mind, letting out a frustrated sigh as you just could not remember. Taking out the paper from behind your phone as you swiftly look at the phrase and repeating the french translation in your head, glancing at the wall closest to you still repeating the word and its definition in your mind. Moving onto the next line you said the phrase in your head then referring to see your paper if you had gotten it right, you did.

Feeling a pair of eyes look at you, your gaze was met with the one guy you despised, don't get me wrong he was okay and everything but you both had always wanted to be the top of your class. Debate after debate you would win then him then tie then repeating that order, you never understood why he always argued back all he talked about was getting into his dream job but getting into that business doesn’t depend on a stupid debate that you had won so why was he taking it so serious.

Quickly breaking eye contact then softly returning your gaze to him a figure appeared in front of you, turning your head to the wall and letting out a huff of air, a headphone was pulled from in your ear into the boy's hand. “Go away, Jungwon.” He placed his hand on his chest and opened his mouth as a way to act, referring to how ‘offended’ he was. Rolling your eyes he said, “I’m actually great company Y/n, see now you would notice if you really cared.” “Wow that's crazy cause honestly I don't care about you enough to want to know.” Opening your eyes wide and leaving your mouth open ajar to show your sarcasm. “Ouch, what’cha studying?” He asked, ripping the paper from your grasp, looking at the paper, “You don’t know these, I already know them all.” “Yeah okay.” a sarcastic laugh fell from your lips. “Say the English, I'll translate for you since you're having a hard time.” scoffing at his confidence you replied saying “Send a text message.”

Turning to him waiting for his reply “Envoyer un texto, évidemment stupido.” ( _, obviously stupid.) “Ha Ha very funny, how do you say I am a very ignorant man?” turning to him waiting for an actual answer from your sarcasm, “Je me tiens à côté d'une petite fille ignorante.” (I'm standing next to an ignorant little girl.) “Va te faire foutre.” (Fuck you) walking faster to try to get away from him he speeded up his pace as well, “Wait where are you off so fast?” “My class, just leave me alone, I don't know why you love to bug me.” “Was it something I said?” “Isn’t it always?” You told him walking faster as he stopped walking and just stood, finally arriving at your class you put your phone in your bag and continued to study your vocab till your mind was occupied on the paper your french teacher put over your paper lifting your head you saw her giving one to every classmate, including Jungwon.

Looking back at the paper you read from top to bottom, ‘French Trip, all students who wish to partake in this trip must give a $10 fund and sign the paper below. The trip starts 1.12.23 till 3.12.23 when finished hand in back to the teacher when done.’ Maybe this will give you some time to yourself which is much needed, spending time at your apartment with your roommate isn't always your favorite thing to do, she would always bring people over when you studied but it just made you want to work harder so that way when people see the new person you would become and how successful you were would be the best part.

But of course Jungwon just loved to ruin these things for you, he always had since you both started the same school. His priorities were your priorities, not to mention the business he wanted to go to was not even the best job out there, being as smart as he is you thought he would want to get into a better job but it was a business that almost everyone gets into. I mean if it's his dream who were you to stop him you just thought it was odd. Class was like any other class with Jungwon starting by the teacher teaching the lesson following by you asking a question on the assignment as Jungwon tells it to you and proceeds to make a blunt remark following his explanation back to you telling him off, starting an argument with him till the teacher tells you both to stop and get your work done.

But today was different. You didn’t ask any questions and just stayed to yourself the whole class, making no remarks, nothing, you barely even spoke to your classmates. You could feel Jungwons gaze seeping in through your soul, refusing to look up at him. You just continued with your work till the teacher assigned the homework and made a joke saying how quiet the class was that day, making the class look at you and Jungwon even then you didn't say anything. She passed out the homework then dismissed the class, standing up putting your bag on your chair. You took out your folder and placed the homework in there then proceeded to put it in your bag looking up from your bag you were met face to face with the one person who made you want to stay quiet that day.

“What do you want?” You asked while zipping up your backpack then putting it on, “You were quiet.” “Yeah so?” “Nothing I liked it, you should do it more often.” Lips touching each other making a straight line across your face then nodding. “Noted, you done?” “Yup.” Rolling your eyes and shaking your head he walked right by your side till you were by the doors to leave the school, “Where are you going we still have English?” “I know, I'm not going.” Opening the doors, he asked “Why?” “I wanna go home, I'm tired.” not waiting for his response you left the building getting your car keys out from your back, you knew it wasn't the best thing to skip out on English but it was the last class and you had nothing major going on that day.

The whole rest of the day you spent in your room studying and trying to make up the english work that you missed, she had emailed you the work as you told her you weren't feeling well and had to go home. The next day walking into the building was the same thing as yesterday going to the same classes, French class was the same as well you turned in the slip as the trip would be later today. Whole class she told the people who were going on the trip to stay in the class and the rest who weren't going to the library and study for any other class, almost the whole class left except for 6 other students not including you. Of course your favorite person in the whole world had to go on the trip as well, but you just figured you wouldn’t talk to him and actually enjoy yourself without him.

You noticed how for the past classes you had with him, he hasn’t made any comments, no rude remarks, barely tried to talk to you, no arguing, nothing. A part of you felt at peace with yourself being able to do all of your work and had extra time to study for upcoming topics, today was the day you had the trip. Being so excited to be by yourself with your classmates that you never really minded except Jungwon, you minded if he was going. Heading home from school you start to pack your bag with your pj’s, toothbrush, toothpaste, blanket, outfits, the book you had been reading in your free time, along with other unimportant things as well. The french teacher emailed the individuals to meet back at the school around 4:30pm being 4:05 you changed into more comfortable clothes then headed to the school, arriving there a couple minutes early you see almost all of the students that were attending including the teacher.

She had told everybody the address of where the place was, telling everyone their partner who they would be driving with as they would take one person from the pair's car. As the teacher called out the pairs the only person who you hoped not to get you had gotten as a partner, he looked at you as you looked at him pulling your eyes away from his stare you refused to look back at him not wanting to look at him as you will for a couple of hours already, great.

“We are taking my car.” You told him as he came closer to you after the teacher had finished talking, not giving him any time to respond back you started to head to your car surprisingly he followed in your footsteps back into your car. Unlocking you placed your bag in the back seat waiting for him to catch up and held out your hand to tell him to give you his bag, he reached his hand up to yours and placed the bag handles in your hand.

“So this is what it feels like to have you as a personal slave.” “Yeah, don’t get used to it.” You gave him a sarcastic smile and shut the car door behind you walking over to the driver's side of the car. Starting the car you see Jungwon in your peripheral vision putting on his seat belt and acting all sporadically holding the seatbelt with a tight grip. “The fuck are you doing?” “You got a helmet?” “Why would I have a helmet?” He shrugged “For your passengers.” “The seatbelt should be enough.” “I don’t think so Y/nie, your driving isn't the best I see you swerve all the time.” “Bull shit, I’m a good driver you on the other hand that's a different story.” He giggled at your remark, you softly smiled as you found his smile heartwarming but thought to yourself why were you smiling at him, HIM.

Immediately putting a straight face on not wanting him to see you smiling at his smile, putting the car into reverse then starting to drive Jungwon was being as annoying as he can distracting you so much from driving, “Omg Jungwon shut the fuck up.” He slowly turned his head raising one eyebrow making a disgusted face, “So mean” He signed sarcastically looking down pretending to be upset at your remark. After glancing at him you returned your gaze to the road, hearing a loud noise coming from the back of your car, “Did you just get rear ended?” “No, it sounded loud but we didn't get rear ended.” Blinking his eyes in confusion, “You sure?” you hummed at him to let him know that we were okay. “Then why are we slowing down?” “Jungwon shut up, I don’t know.” “It’s your car you should know.”

Rolling your eyes you pulled over on the side of the road, you put the car in park not wanting it to move as you went to check out what happened. Unlocking your seatbelt and stepping out of the car swearing to yourself as your tire was flat against the pavement on the side of the road, “I heard you, is everything okay.” he asked from the passengers in the car, “Flat tire.” stepping out of the car he appeared in front of you on the opposite side of the car as he slowly walked over to you to see the condition you guys were in. “You got a spare on you.” “No.” “Hasn’t your boyfriend or anyone ever told you it would be a SMART idea too.” “Well I don't have a boyfriend so nobody ever warned me about this stuff.” “So what would you think if this ever happened?” Looking directly at him shrugging your shoulders you, “Just call someone or hope for the best i guess.” He huffed and rolled his eyes pulling out his phone from his pocket, he ran his fingers through his hair frustrated as he couldn't get a signal, the only lighting found from the woods was the light of his phone that was resting in his palms.

“Are you getting a signal?” Taking out your phone as well and going to make a call nothing was going through saying the connection failed even trying the emergency call, it would only let you call the police. It wasn’t that big of a deal to call the police so you decided not to. “No, what are we supposed to do?” Looking up at him with doe eyes, holding your arms as a gust of wind ran through your hair along with the t-shirt you were wearing. “Maybe we should just stay here till someone comes or till we get a connection.” Walking back to the car you sighed before getting in as tears brickled at your eyelashes threatening to fall, Jungwon noticed before he was able to get in he shut the door of the passengers side making a tear fall down your cheek from being scared and embarrassed. All of the sudden the door on your side was opening to reveal him standing at your door.

He grabbed your wrists and took them so you weren't sitting but standing outside the car door, he pulled your wrists around his waist letting go then placing his hand around your neck. “It’s not your fault, these things just happen, it's nothing to get upset over.” He told you to pull away, looking down at you, wiping away your tears, hugging you tighter. “We can still have a good time if that will make you feel better, I brought a tent with us.” You looked up at him then hugged him tighter, he giggled. “Is that a yes?” You nodded against his chest, pulling away you cried even more noticing how you had gotten mascara smudged all over his shirt. “I'm sorry.” You told him sniffling as your hands went to your face to hide yourself in the state you were in, “Don’t worry about it, I bright extra shirts.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you to the side of the car where all of your things had been in, taking out the duffel bag that had the tent in it and placing it in your arms. He grabbed a shirt from his bag and followed you into the forest not that far away from your car and not too deep into the forest as you had never seen the area before not wanting to walk into random animals territory.

Unzipping the duffel bag you went to turn around to ask him for help but you were faced with a shirtless Jungwon standing in front of you, not saying a word you quickly turned your head around, face starting to heat up you tried to pull your mind away form the image you just saw but you couldn't he just looked so gorgeous like that in front of you. He walked over to you with a smirk on his face as he was biting the inside of his lip, “Can’t look at me now, Y/n?” not saying anything you continued to act like you were busy reading the instructions he pulled them out of your hands, still not looking at him you looked into the woods. “Look, it's so pretty.” You were referring to the moon shining down on the trees making the river that ran through the trees sparkle, “So pretty.” walking to stand in front of you making perfect eye contact with his cock.

“OKAY.” You said shooting up from your spot, “Let's make this.” He smiled and took the lead looking at the instructions and starting to build the tent. Not long after the tent was all built you got off from your knees as you were pushing the tent pegs into the ground to make sure that the tent would stay in place. Unzipping the tent and crawling in you went in and sat down in the corner as you watched him get in the tent as well, “I’ll go get the blankets, you want anything from the car?” “Just my bag please.” “Such a polite girl.” He said, exiting the tent grabbing the things, hearing him walk back he came back and threw your bag at you, “You know what time it is?” “Like almost 10 I think” He pulled out his phone to check the time, “10:34” yawning, you covered your mouth and turned the other way not wanting him to notice how tired you were, “You tired?” He asked while setting up both of your beds.

“Nope.” “You're such a liar.” Shaking his head while giggling at your comment, “Just go to bed.” “But you're still up.” “Yeah I stay up late, go to bed if you're tired I'll still be here when you wake up.” Smiling softly at his comment as you noticed how he has never acted this soft around you before, he moved aside letting you be able to crawl to your spot, “I still have to get into my pj’s though.” “Nobody is stopping you.” “Turn around.” “Y/n I won't look, I swear I'm still making my bed.” “Swear.” “Pinky swear.” Taking off your sweatshirt and shirts from your bag you started to stake off your shirt as you made direct eye contact with the man in front of you, he immediately turned back around. Continuing you took off your shirt and put your sweatshirt on standing up after you're done and pulling down your pants grabbing your shorts that barely covered your ass and putting them on. “Okay, all done.” He turned around to look at you, he just stared at your thighs in awe his cheeks blushed not being able to look away it looked like he was in some sort of trance. He slowly looked away in embarrassment knowing that you saw him staring at you that way, he crawled into his bed as you got into yours as well he went on his phone and turned around so that way he wasn't facing you. Shutting your eyes and drifting off into your dreams you were awakened by shivering throughout your whole body, no light was being portrayed in the tent.

“Won?” He hummed back, “Are you cold?” “No, are you?” you hummed he sighed, “Come over here.” Unzipping your sleeping bag you crawled over to him and he had it held open as his back was now against the tent, so now he can see you. “Is there going to be enough space?” You asked him, “I don’t know, just get in here.” He shook the sleeping referring to how you should get in, crawling in next to him getting as far away as possible but still being able to zip it up again. He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer and zipped up the sleeping bag, “So far away, you scared of me or something.” He asked sarcastically whispering in your ear, a shiver trailed down your spine from being this close to him and feeling his breath on your neck along with on your ears as well. “No?” He hummed, “You should be good now, go back to sleep.” following his suggestion you closed your eyes once again, fading away into dreamland, waking up you noticed you heard some noises coming from Jungwon behind you. Turning towards the side you noticed him still sleeping, rolling back to the side you were just on and closing your eyes thinking that you were probably just imagining the sound, but the noises got louder as you felt something rubbing up against you upper thigh. NO FUCKING WAY, IS HE… NOO.

Shuffling was heard behind you as a hand trailed down to your waist turning around you were facing him eye to his closed eyes that were closed tightly shut, his face alone made you think of him in certain ways. His eyebrows were knitted together, his eyes tightly shut, the veins on his neck were popped out, nose scrunching up and his bottom lip was placed in between his teeth. You felt something tap on you then go back, was that his dick? Heavy breathing was heard from him as his you would hear his breathing stop then go again the go but shake as he let out the air. Soft moans were pulled from his mouth, you just watched as he fell apart right in front of you his hands around your waist tightened as he pulled you closer thrusting his cock up against you rubbing against your pussy. A moan loud enough for you to hear fell from his lips from the friction, staring at him butterflies filled your stomach as his thrusts became more intense as his breathing became less clear and all over the place.

His eyes fluttered, not wanting him to catch you staring you immediately shut your eyes pretending to be asleep. He moaned the loudest as his hip shuttered against you, he had woken up just after he came which was starting to seep through his pants and onto your bare thighs. “Fuck fuck fuck.” He whisper shouted not knowing what to do, he pulled the waistband away from his putting his hand down his pants. “I came?! Oh shit, she asleep?” He sighed in relief seeing you ‘sleeping’ beside him, he let go of his pants and slowly unzipped the sleeping bag and exiting it. He cursed to himself as he went to crawl over you his leg ran up against your thigh realizing that there was a wet spot on his leg, lifting up the sleeping bag he noticed his cum dripping down your thigh trailing down to your ass.

He swore he could cum again just from seeing that sight, “Oh Fuck, what do i do? Fuck i’m still hard to.” He looked down noticing the tent in his pants, picking up his phone he checked the time it was almost 2 he was exhausted and just wanted to be in his bed which would allow him to jerk off to the dream he was having about you. He wanted to jerk off so bad seeing his cum on you along with remembering his dream he had of you made him moan to himself he quickly placed his hands i’ve this mouth scared that you would hear him, digging through his bag to find something to wipe off his cum with. He found the t-shirt that had your mascara on it and decided he would use that, he slowly lifted up the sleeping bag and saw how the his cum was now on your ass cheek. He softly ran the t-shirt down your leg then around to your ass he but his lip trying to not make any noises as he ran the shirt along your ass, he went towards his bag and pulled his pants down below his thighs and trying to get his cum that was on his pants on the t-shirt.

You stirred to his side he stopped his motions and placed the t-shirt over his dick thinking that you were awake but was relieved to know that you were still ‘asleep’ you opened one eye as he turned away staring at how he struggled to grab his cock from it twitching, grabbing the base he moaned slightly pulling the shirt he was wearing in between his teeth to silence his moans. Grabbing the tip of his cock he ran the shirt along his slit wiping off all the pre cum that was leaking from his tip, getting the sudden urge of confidence you decided to say something. “Won?” You couldn’t look at his eyes but staring directly down at his boner that was twitching from lack of touch and due to the cold air, his head shot up from looking at his cock in disappointment to looking at you as you looked at his dick.

Seeing you stare at him filled with lust in your eyes made him twitch as he quickly pulled the shirt over his dick making you look at him directly in the eyes, “It’s not- I swear- Y/n-” “Relax Wonnie, I was already awake.” you said sitting up, he tilted his head to the side “Huh?!” “You were moaning rather loudly and when I tried to fall asleep you came on me.” “OH. My. God Y/n i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to i just hand a wet dream about you and couldn’t help myself when you were that close to me, i’m so sorry if anything happened that you were uncomfortable with. I can go sleep in the car-” “Won relax it’s okay.”

His breathing became rapid you started to go near him to calm him down but as you did his cock twitched each step closer you took, “Wha- What are you doing?” I was just going to cuddle with you so maybe we can fall sleep again, “I don’t think that’s a good idea Y/n.” “Why?” He looked at his cock then slowly brought his gaze up to you, “I couldn’t control myself the first time so i definitely can’t the second now that you have seen me like this.” “I can help.” You say energetic, “WHAT?!?” “I’m being serious you said you had a wet dream about me, i can make it come true.” “No Y/n I can’t make you do this.” “But i want to.” he chewed the side of his cheek. “Y/n if you just saying that please just tell me-” You pulled him in by his shirt over to you kissing him on the lips leading you both to a messy make out as you travel down to his collarbone, moving onto his lap straddle him as his cock twitched against your stomach bringing your hand down to his dick and starting to jerk him off. He places his hands on your ass as his head tilts back and moaning from your touch, his eyes were filled with need wanting more, wanting your pussy.

Wanting to shove you down onto the sleeping bag make you beg for his cock then shoving his dick in you then fucking you senseless, but making out with him more he leaned forward slowly as he softly placed you down onto the sleeping bag that you and him had just been in. Fiddling with the bottom of his shirt you tug on it lightly as he sits up and grabs your wrists and slowly trailing them up you knew that he wanted you to take it off, soon after taking off his shirt he grabbed your waistband of your short shorts and tugged them down to your ankles as he then took them off for you.

He was mesmerized staring at you in adoration loving every movement you were doing, he stared at your panties which had a tiny pink bow right in the middle his fingers ran through the loops of the bow as you took your sweatshirt off. “So pretty.” He said playing with the bow and waistband placing his hand inside your panties rubbing your clit as you ran your fingers long his slit, he grabbed his dick and ran it along the outline of your pussy. You both moaned from the sudden stimulation from him dry humping your pussy slowly, you moved your panties to the side taking his dick in your hands and running it along your bare pussy. “Please need to be in you, i’ll be good i swear.” “You have a condom?” he shook his head but rubbed his cock along your pussy lips, “Just the tip then, no more then that.” Instantly spitting on his tip for lube as he started slowly pushing in the head of his cock moaning loud enough you thought the birds in the trees could hear, you placed you hand over his mouth to shush him.

He slowly started to move in and out of your pussy one hand grabbing onto your tit for more support while his other hand was jerking off the base of his cock, “Y/n need more, need to feel more of you please.” “Fine but I do the moving so lay down.” he quickly obeys your order and lays down on the sleeping bag. Cock straight up in the air waiting for you twitching due to the anticipation getting up you crawled over to him and got on top of him straddling his lap your pussy just inches away from his dick, grabbing his base he moaned from your hand on him while you aligned him up to your entrance. You kissed him just hovering above him, he wrapped his arms around you bear hugging you as he pushed his cock up into you bottoming you out making you moan from the sudden feeling of him filling you up. Whines fell from his mouth talking about how good you feel, how so hard he is for you, can stay in you forever, never wants to leave this position and how he wants to feel you cum around his cock. “Please Y/n need to feel you cum around me, it’s all i’ve ever wanted, need you so bad it hurts please can i move?” Nodding your head he thrusts into you two times slow and taking his time but on his third thrust he pushed so hard up into you while his hips kept fucking up into you fast, during one of his rapid movements his cock fell out of you leaving a whine from his lips.

“Your so perfect, I’ve always wanted to bend you over those desks and fuck the attitude out of you.” He huffed and kissed your ear keeping his heavy breathing right by your ears, he moaned in your ear shocking you but it was because of how you were clenching on him cause of his moaning louder and squeeze you harder his cock started twitching in you, you started to rub your clit as you would clench on him more. He loved the sensation of your pussy squeezing around him, you stared to sit up he let go of you and placed his hands in your waist you brought your fingers up to his nipples as he stopped his movements to roll his head back as his body rolled back to his dick making his movements continue even header this time. “Y/nn- I gott- I gotta cum-” “Then cum.” “Where do you want it?” You started to think about his question thinking about where it would be the easiest place to clean the mess up after. “Y/n I n-need an answer- now!”

His hands went below you to be ready to pull out and cum where you tell him to, “Just cum in me.” “I’m not playing Y/n tell me now.” “In me.” you slammed down on his hips, “I’m not gonna c-cum until you tell me somewhere else, please Y-Y/n need to so bad. If you w-want it in you can w-we please-e talk about this first.” getting off of him you brought your head down around his dick as he took both sides of your head and thrusted up into your mouth not caring how you gagged below him. After he finished cumming you looked up at him as his cum was dripping down your chin, picking it up with your finger and putting it back in your mouth then swallowing all of it. “Thank you so much, I mean it Y/n.” “You weren’t that bad.” he looked down disappointed, “Hey i’m just kidding I loved it you did so good.” you tackled him with a hug laying on him. “I was a virgin by the way.” he said looking down at you, putting your hands on top of one another placing your elbows on either side of his body you responded saying, “I know, usually if a guy isn’t really a virgin they just cum in her no questions asked and it was your wet dream whining that gave it away for me, but it was so cute.” you smiled big from ear to ear. “Did i do good?” “You did great, we should do it again some time!”

He pulled his arms around you turning to his still holding onto you as you cuddled into his chest right before falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. “Goodnight Y/n.” He kissed your forehead before falling asleep holding you.

[paddockletters]

unseen | jude bellingham

pairing: jude bellingham x reader  request: yes / Reader who was bullied when young and then jude and her go to her hometown and everyone feels out cause that freaking jude bellingham and they get like, impressed by reader success as an f1 engineer and that she bagged jude? Sorry its way too specific author’s note: Hope you liked it!... as I always say... english is not my first language so pardon me if there are mistakes —feel free to tell me— and my requests are open!👀

The memories of my school days never really left me. Every now and then, they’d come creeping back — a careless comment someone made, or the way people used to whisper when I walked past. I could still picture the sneers, the cold stares, and the cutting remarks. The bullying wasn’t always physical, but the emotional scars felt just as deep. Being the quiet girl who loved math, cars, and physics made me an easy target. I didn’t fit in with the other girls who were into makeup and parties. I was more interested in tweaking engines and dreaming of Formula 1. That difference marked me.

It all began in middle school when I started to realize just how out of place I was. My grades were high, my social skills not so much. Every time I raised my hand in class, there’d be snickers. Every time I’d walk down the hall with my oversized glasses, someone would mutter a snide remark. The bullying wasn’t brutal, but it was consistent, gnawing at me bit by bit. High school wasn’t much better. The teasing continued, though by then, I had learned to keep my head down and drown out the noise by focusing on my dream of working in Formula 1.

Fast forward a few years, and here I am — an engineer for one of the top F1 teams. The transformation was surreal. Sometimes, I still have to pinch myself. Who would’ve thought that the same girl who spent her lunch breaks in the library, sketching out car designs, would one day be standing in the pit lane at Monaco?

But something even crazier happened along the way — I met Jude Bellingham.

It wasn’t some grand, love-at-first-sight story. I wasn’t starstruck when I first saw him. In fact, I didn’t even know who he was. We met at a charity event, one aimed at inspiring young athletes and professionals from underprivileged backgrounds to chase their dreams. Jude was there as the football star, while I had been invited to speak about my journey into F1. He seemed genuinely interested during my talk, but we didn’t interact much that day. It wasn’t until I received a DM on Instagram a few days later that things really started.

“Hey, I loved your speech at the event. I’m Jude, by the way — football player. Would love to grab coffee sometime if you’re up for it.”

I remember staring at my phone, thinking it was a prank. A football star wanted to get coffee with me? It felt like a joke. But I responded, and we met. Coffee turned into long dinners, long dinners turned into walks in the park, and those walks turned into a relationship.

Jude wasn’t what I expected. Sure, he was famous, but he was also kind, funny, and remarkably down-to-earth. He never treated me like I was less important than him. If anything, he seemed fascinated by my work. He’d ask me endless questions about the F1 cars, the strategies, the engineering behind the speed. I’d tease him about football, asking if he really knew what went into designing the perfect car. We just clicked.

Still, going back to my hometown was something I hadn’t done in years. The memories were too bitter. But Jude wanted to go. He wanted to see where I grew up, to meet the people who had shaped me, for better or worse. So we planned a trip. I was nervous as hell, but Jude? He was excited.

The car ride to my hometown felt like an eternity. As Jude hummed along to the soft rhythm of the music playing through the speakers, my mind was far from the road. I hadn’t been back here in years, not since I’d left for university. The thought of returning had always been… daunting. I wasn’t ready to face the ghosts of the past. Or, more specifically, the people who had made my life a living hell when I was younger.

I glanced at Jude, who was focused on the road, one hand casually resting on the wheel, the other on my leg, giving me an occasional reassuring squeeze. His presence grounded me, but that nervous pit in my stomach kept growing the closer we got.

“You’re quiet,” he said, glancing at me.

I forced a smile. “Just... thinking.”

Jude raised an eyebrow, his tone soft as he asked, “About?”

“About how weird this is going to be. I haven’t been back here in years, Jude. People… they remember things. They remember who I was.”

“And who you were is exactly who I love. You know that, right?” he said, giving my thigh another squeeze.

I chuckled softly, leaning back into the seat, trying to push the anxiety down.

“I know. It’s just that, back then, I was the awkward girl who couldn’t fit in. Now I’m walking into town holding hands with Jude Bellingham. People are going to freak out.”

“They’ll freak out because you’re a freaking Formula 1 engineer, not because of me,” he said, grinning. “I bet half the people in town have posters of you in their garage next to their Ferrari die-casts or something.”

“Oh please,” I laughed, rolling my eyes. “No one from my town cares about F1.”

“They should. You’re a genius.”

Jude’s words were always so simple, but they held so much weight. He had a way of making me feel seen, really seen, in a way no one else ever had. That’s what made everything with him feel so different. He wasn’t just the football star that millions of people idolized; he was my Jude, the one who asked me about race strategies and remembered the names of the engineers on my team.

We arrived at the town square just as the afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the small, familiar streets. The sight of it brought back a wave of memories — good and bad. It was strange how everything looked smaller now, less intimidating. The buildings I used to walk past with my head down, trying not to be noticed, now seemed so ordinary.

Jude parked the car, pulling his baseball cap down over his head as we stepped out. I could already see a few people glancing in our direction, their eyes widening with recognition. They weren’t just looking at him, though. They were looking at me.

“Hey, you okay?” Jude asked, stepping closer to me, his arm wrapping around my waist.

I nodded, even though I wasn’t entirely sure. “Yeah, it’s just… surreal.”

We started walking through the town square, hand in hand. I tried to ignore the stares, the whispers. But they were everywhere.

“Oh my god, is that… Jude Bellingham?”

“Wait, isn’t that the girl who used to go to school here? She’s, like, a big deal now, right?”

“I heard she works in Formula 1. How did she end up with him?”

I bit my lip, feeling the familiar wave of insecurity creeping in. But Jude seemed unfazed. If anything, he walked a little taller, as if daring anyone to say something negative. He pulled me in closer, planting a kiss on my temple as we crossed the square.

As we walked into the shopping center, we decided to stop by a café for a drink. I could already feel the buzz of recognition in the air as people realized who Jude was.

Jude sat across from me, casually sipping his drink as if we were anywhere else in the world. He had his cap pulled low over his face, trying to avoid drawing attention, but it was hard not to notice him. He was Jude Bellingham after all.

The stares had started the moment we walked into the square, but he didn’t seem to mind. He had this effortless calm about him, the way he handled attention, fame. Meanwhile, I was doing my best not to feel like I was under a spotlight, even though I knew people were whispering and pointing, probably trying to figure out why he was with me.

I caught a glance from a group of teenagers at the table across from us. They were huddled together, looking our way, giggling and whispering. I sighed, already feeling a bit on edge.

Jude noticed. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and gentle.

I forced a smile and nodded. “Yeah, just... weird being back here.”

“I can imagine,” he said, reaching across the table to take my hand. His thumb brushed over my knuckles in that soothing way he always did. “You’re sure you want to do this?”

I took a deep breath, glancing around the café. “It’s fine. Just... a lot of memories, you know?”

He squeezed my hand, his gaze soft and understanding. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” I said, surprising myself. I had never really told him the full story before.

He knew bits and pieces, but I had kept most of it to myself. Maybe it was time to let him in.

I looked down at our intertwined hands, thinking back to those years.

“I wasn’t exactly the most popular kid,” I started, my voice quieter than I intended.

“I was the one they picked on. The ‘geeky’ one. I loved math, engineering, all the stuff no one else thought was cool. I spent more time in the library than anywhere else. They made fun of me for it—my glasses, my clothes, the fact that I never fit in.”

Jude’s expression softened. “Kids can be cruel.”

“They were,” I agreed, a bitter laugh escaping me. “It wasn’t just teasing though. It got pretty bad at times. I used to dread coming to school. Every day felt like walking into a battlefield. I just wanted to disappear, you know?”

Jude’s grip on my hand tightened slightly. “I hate that you went through that.”

I shrugged, trying to play it off like it didn’t matter anymore.

“It’s in the past. I got out. I became an F1 engineer, so jokes on them, I guess.”

He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You don’t have to act like it doesn’t still hurt. It’s okay to feel that.”

I looked up at him, my throat tightening with the emotion I hadn’t realized was building up.

“It does, sometimes. I mean, I know I’ve made it, but coming back here... it just brings all that stuff up again.”

He stood up then, coming around the table to sit beside me. Without a word, he pulled me into a hug, his arms wrapping around me protectively.

“You’re so much stronger than you give yourself credit for,” he whispered into my hair. “You’re brilliant, and you’ve worked so hard to get where you are. They didn’t see that back then, but it doesn’t matter. I see it. The world sees it now.”

I leaned into him, letting his warmth and words wrap around me like a blanket.

We stayed like that for a few moments before pulling apart slightly, Jude resting his forehead against mine.

“You’ve got nothing to prove to anyone here,” he said softly. “You’re you, and that’s more than enough.”

I smiled, squeezing his hand. “Thank you. For always knowing what to say.”

Jude grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Well, you did bag me, so I’d say you’re doing something right.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“It’s part of my charm,” he teased, flashing that trademark grin.

As we sat there, talking about everything and nothing, a few more people came up to us. A couple of them recognized me from school. I could see the surprise in their eyes, like they couldn’t believe the girl they used to tease was sitting here with a world-famous footballer.

“Hey, I remember you,” a girl of the group said, her voice laced with nostalgia. “You were in my physics class, right?”

I nodded, offering a polite smile. “Yeah, that’s right.”

“Wow,” she said, glancing between me and Jude. “I heard you’re doing big things now. Formula 1, right?”

“Yeah, I’m an engineer for one of the teams.”

“That’s… amazing,” she said, looking genuinely impressed. “I always knew you were smart, but I didn’t realize… well, you know.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond, but Jude jumped in, his arm draping casually around my shoulders.

“She’s a genius. She’ll never admit it, but she’s probably the best engineer in F1 right now.”

I blushed, nudging him playfully. “Stop exaggerating.”

The girl chuckled awkwardly, clearly a bit starstruck by Jude’s presence. “Well, it’s great to see you doing so well. And… with him. That’s pretty cool.”

After she left, I turned to Jude, who was grinning like he’d just won the Champions League.

“What?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jude grinned. “See? People notice. They’re impressed, as they should be.”

I rolled my eyes playfully. “You’re biased.”

“Maybe,” he said, leaning in to kiss my temple. “But I’m also right.”

As we walked through the shopping center, I could still feel people glancing our way, some whispering, others taking quick pictures on their phones. But for the first time, I didn’t feel like the awkward, out-of-place girl from school. I felt like someone who had earned her place in the world, someone who had worked hard and made it.

A few more people came up to Jude, asking for pictures or autographs, but he always made sure to include me in the conversation, making it clear that I wasn’t just the girl on his arm. I was someone in my own right.

At one point, a young girl, probably no older than ten, approached me shyly. She held a notebook in her hand, her eyes wide with admiration.

“Excuse me,” she said quietly, “are you the F1 engineer? The one who works with the cars?”

I blinked in surprise, glancing at Jude before nodding. “Yeah, that’s me.”

Her face lit up, and she held out her notebook. “Could I have your autograph? I want to be an engineer one day, just like you.”

My heart melted, and I took the notebook from her, scribbling my name with a quick message of encouragement. “You can be whatever you want to be,” I told her, handing it back. “Just keep working hard and never stop believing in yourself.”

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Thank you!”

As she ran off, I turned to Jude, who was watching me with a proud smile.

“See?” he said softly. “You’re a role model.”

I smiled, leaning into him. “I guess I am.”

As we walked, Jude nudged me with his elbow.

“You handled that like a pro.”

“I don’t know how you do it all the time,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief.

He laughed. “You get used to it.”

Jude looked over at me, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“I’m proud of you, you know.”

I glanced up at him, my heart swelling with affection. “For what?”

“For being you. For everything you’ve accomplished. And for putting up with me,” he teased, nudging me playfully.

I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in years. “It’s not always easy, but I manage.”

As we left the shopping center and headed back to the car, I realized something important. This place might have been where my story started, but it didn’t define me anymore. I had moved on, grown, become someone I was proud of. And with Jude by my side, I knew I could face whatever came next, even if it meant coming back to the place I once tried so hard to leave behind.

[mybelovedwoo]

memories of us

bff!san x f!reader

fluff, childhood best friends to lovers / wc: 1.5k

note: i'm back with another san story, i hope you all like it!! if you want to be tagged in any of my fics you can apply here <3

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As the swings gently creaked under their weight, San and Y/n sat side by side, the cool night air brushing against their cheeks. The playground, once a realm of youthful adventures, now held a nostalgic charm that wrapped around them like a comforting blanket.

"Do you remember the time we built that sandcastle so tall it almost touched the sky?" Y/n chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with memories of carefree days.

San smiled, his gaze fixed on Y/n, his best friend since forever. "Yeah, and then it got washed away by a furious monster. We were so upset that day."

They both laughed, the sound echoing softly in the quiet night. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a gentle glow over the playground where they had spent countless hours growing up together.

"I miss those days," Y/n murmured, her voice tinged with wistfulness. "Everything seemed so simple back then."

San nodded in agreement, his heart beating a little faster as he looked at Y/n. Tonight felt different somehow, like the universe had conspired to create this moment just for them.

"Do you remember Mr. Thompson's math class?" Y/n laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You were always the one who saved me from failing."

San chuckled softly. "Yeah, you were never a fan of numbers. But we always managed to get through it together."

As they reminisced, San couldn't help but steal glances at Y/n when she wasn't looking. She looked beautiful under the moonlight, her hair catching the soft glow, her laughter ringing like music in his ears.

"So many memories," San said softly, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "But I think my favorite moments were just being with you."

Y/n looked at him, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "You've always been there for me, San. I don't know what I'd do without you."

San felt a rush of warmth at her words but noticed Y/n shivering slightly in the cool night air. "Hey, you're cold," he said softly, unzipping his jacket and offering it to her. "Here, take this."

Y/n hesitated for a moment before accepting the jacket gratefully. "Thanks, San. You always think of everything."

San chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, if you catch a cold, who's going to laugh at my terrible jokes?"

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. "Your jokes aren't that bad."

They laughed together, the tension easing between them. With Y/n wrapped in San's jacket, they decided to leave the playground and head to their favorite Korean barbecue restaurant. The familiar scent of grilled meat and the lively atmosphere welcomed them as they settled into their usual table.

Over sizzling meat and glasses of soju, they continued their nostalgic trip down memory lane, sharing stories of high school escapades and university adventures. Each tale brought waves of laughter and shared understanding, deepening the connection that had always been there.

"Do you remember that time we tried to cook instant noodles in the dorm using the coffee maker?" Y/n giggled, recalling their disastrous attempt.

San grinned, shaking his head. "And we ended up setting off the fire alarm! Good times."

As the evening progressed, their laughter blended with the murmur of other diners, creating a bubble of warmth and companionship around them. Between bites of delicious food and sips of soju, they found themselves talking about dreams, fears, and everything in between.

Y/n leaned back in her chair, a slight flush on her cheeks from the soju. "You know, San," she began, her words slightly slurred, "I've been thinking... I shouldn't have dated those terrible guys back then."

San raised an eyebrow, curious where this conversation was going. "What do you mean?"

Y/n sighed, looking into her glass before meeting his gaze. "I mean, you were always there to protect me. Like that last time, when my boyfriend cheated on me... You punched him for me, remember?"

San chuckled softly, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Yeah, I remember. He deserved it."

"You always made me feel safe, San," Y/n continued, her voice earnest. "And I think... I think I always knew deep down that I deserved better."

San's heart skipped a beat at her words. He had never wanted to see Y/n hurt, especially not by someone who didn't appreciate her the way she deserved.

"You do deserve better, Y/n," San said softly, his hand reaching across the table to gently touch hers. "You deserve someone who sees how amazing you are, who cherishes you every single day."

Y/n smiled warmly at him, her heart fluttering with his words, when suddenly a voice interrupted their moment.

"Hey, San! Fancy seeing you here," a chirpy voice exclaimed from behind them.

San and Y/n turned to see a girl from one of San's classes approaching their table. She had a bright smile plastered on her face, and her presence seemed to fill the space between San and Y/n.

"Hi... uh, Jia," San greeted, trying to remain polite but slightly caught off guard.

Jia ignored the slight awkwardness and turned to Y/n, giving her a quick once-over before saying, "Oh, you must be Y/n! San talks about you all the time."

Y/n forced a smile, feeling a tinge of discomfort. "Nice to meet you, Jia."

Jia took the seat next to San without waiting for an invitation, completely oblivious to the atmosphere between San and Y/n. "So, what are you guys up to tonight?"

San exchanged a quick glance with Y/n, silently communicating their desire to continue their private conversation. "Actually, Jia, we were just catching up. It's been a while since we've had a chance to hang out."

Jia's smile faltered slightly, but she pressed on. "Oh, that's cool! Mind if I join you then?"

Before San could respond, Y/n interjected, "Actually, Jia, we were just finishing up here. It was nice meeting you, but we should probably get going."

Jia looked disappointed but didn't seem to take the hint. "Oh, okay then. Well, maybe we can all hang out sometime soon!"

San shot Y/n an apologetic look before standing up. "Yeah, maybe. We'll see you around, Jia."

As they walked away from the table, Y/n let out a sigh of relief. "That was... unexpected."

San chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Sorry about that. Jia can be a bit... persistent."

Y/n nodded, but a nagging feeling tugged at her heart. "It's just... you never mentioned her before. Is she in your class often?"

San noticed the change in Y/n's tone and paused, realizing her discomfort. "Yeah, she's in a few of my classes. She's friendly and all, but we've never been close like that."

Y/n furrowed her brow slightly, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn't quite articulate. "But she seemed really comfortable around you... sitting so close and all."

San glanced at Y/n, sensing her unease. "Y/n, I promise you, she's just a classmate. She's never been anything more than that."

The tension between them lingered as they walked through the quiet streets, the city lights casting soft shadows around them. Y/n bit her lip, trying to push away the unwelcome feelings of jealousy that were bubbling up inside her.

"I'm sorry," Y/n finally murmured, breaking the silence. "I didn't mean to... I guess I'm just not used to seeing you with other girls."

San nodded, understanding her feelings. "I get it, Y/n. You're important to me, and I don't want you feeling uncomfortable."

Y/n smiled gratefully, feeling reassured by his words. "Thank you, San. Let's continue this conversation at my place? We can have a few more drinks and just talk."

San nodded, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Sure, that sounds good."

They walked the remaining distance to Y/n's apartment in comfortable silence, the tension from earlier easing with each step. The night air was cool and crisp, a welcome contrast to the warmth they felt between them.

As they entered Y/n's cozy apartment, San couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Y/n seemed lost in thought, her usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a quiet contemplation.

"Is everything alright, Y/n?" San asked gently, taking a seat on the couch.

Y/n hesitated for a moment before answering, "Yeah, I'm fine." But her voice lacked conviction.

San studied her for a moment, sensing her unease. "You seem... distracted. Is it about earlier?"

Y/n sighed softly, running a hand through her hair. "I guess I'm just confused. I didn't expect to feel jealous when Jia came over. It's not like me."

San nodded, understanding her turmoil. "It's okay to feel that way, Y/n. Sometimes emotions surprise us."

Y/n hesitated for a moment before asking, her voice hesitant, "San, why have I never seen you with a girlfriend before? Have you... never dated anyone?"

San met her gaze with a tender smile. "No, Y/n. I've never had a girlfriend. There's only ever been one person I've cared about deeply."

Y/n furrowed her brow slightly, trying to grasp the weight of his words. "Who?"

San took a deep breath, his heart beating a little faster. "You, Y/n. It's always been you."

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, her breath catching in her throat. "Me?"

San nodded, his voice filled with sincerity. "Yes, you. Since we were kids, I've only ever had eyes for you."

Y/n felt a rush of emotions—surprise, joy, and a flicker of disbelief mingled together. "I... I never knew."

San reached out and gently took her hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "I didn't want to risk our friendship by saying anything. But tonight, seeing you jealous over Jia... it made me realize I couldn't keep it to myself anymore."

Y/n searched his eyes, finding honesty and vulnerability mirrored back at her. "San, I... I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," San replied softly, his thumb brushing over her hand. "I just needed you to know how I feel."

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their unspoken feelings hanging in the air. Y/n's mind raced with a thousand thoughts, but one truth stood out above all—the boy she had grown up with, the one who had always been there for her, was the one she had unknowingly longed for.

"San," she finally whispered, her voice trembling slightly, "I think... I think I feel the same way."

San's eyes widened in hopeful surprise, a smile spreading across his face. "You do?"

Y/n nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Yeah... I think I do."

Relief and joy washed over San's features, and he pulled her into a gentle embrace. "Y/n, you have no idea how happy you've made me."

They held each other, the warmth of their embrace melting away any remaining doubts or uncertainties. In that moment, they both knew that they were embarking on a new chapter—one filled with love, trust, and the promise of a future together.

As they sat together, basking in the glow of their newfound understanding, Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for the twists and turns that had brought them to this moment. It was a journey that had started in childhood innocence and had now blossomed into a love story that was just beginning to unfold.

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When I was little, I was terrified of space. Which was funny, because one of my favorite books was a constellations activity book. I think I just liked it for the Greek myths tied to the constellations. I still have it, I think, up in my room. It's the kind of thing you just don't have the heart to get rid of. But that's besides the point.

One time, in elementary school, we took a field trip to the little observatory in the high school. No telescope or anything, but it had one of those fancy, expensive, spherical projectors and a domed ceiling. I remember the red lighting around the rim of the ceiling, so that we could see our worksheets but it was still dark. Something about red light not really registering as bright light, and helping your eyes adjust to darkness? I dunno. Again, I'm getting off topic.

I don't really remember what the presentation was about, what the person said. I remember the wobbly seat that leaned back so you didn't strain your neck looking up. I remember the stars across the ceiling. I remember the person fast-forwarding the projection through the whole year, watching the constellations and planets move.

I felt so small. I was terrified. The universe is huge, and I'm just one little kid on one little planet. Would anything I do ever matter? Would anyone remember me? I was so scared, I felt sick to my stomach. I left the observatory feeling hollow.

And one time, my parents were watching Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey. Neil deGrasse Tyson was talking about the life cycle of stars, and how, in 5 billion years, the sun will run out of hydrogen, and for 3 billion years it will swell, swallowing Mercury, Venus, and Earth. I tried to tune it out, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. Why did it matter to me? I'd be gone by then. I shouldn't care what happens in billions of years. but the idea of the sun devouring its children, burning them up in its hunger and desperation…

There are little things, too. I'm afraid of heights, but only if they’re not contained. I have really strong call to the void - the urge to throw yourself off the edge. My school auditorium has a balcony, and when I was touring the campus for some class, the instinct was so strong I had to stand as far away from the railing as possible, and I still got dizzy. My knees were weak, I was shaking, the world was spinning. No one noticed.

Ironically, my most pleasant dreams are ones where I’m flying. The wind in my hair, the breathlessness. Tucking my wings in to dive, or fall, so fast I think I’ll hit the ground, and opening them at the last moment to skim just above the Earth, then soaring up into the clouds again…

But as far as space goes? I lived with that fear for years and years. But one day, maybe when I was 18 or something, I don’t remember, something just… changed. I was in a depressive episode, I think, and it was like 10pm. I was the only one awake in my house. Talking online wasn’t enough, I needed to get out of my head. So I just… went outside. There were no clouds. There was light pollution, sure, but I could see Orion’s belt, at least.

And just… Just sitting there, looking at the inky black of the sky, hearing the nightbirds and cicadas and crickets and distant traffic, I just… I don’t know. I finally felt like I was a part of it all. A small part, maybe, but an important part. A tapestry is nothing without all the little individual threads, and I was one of those threads. I could finally see that. And I could see the butterfly effect of my actions, my kindness, just my presence. Rippling out from me, to those I loved, to whomever they love, to people I’ve never met, people in other countries. I could see it all.

And I heard the universe sing. Every cell in my body, every atom under my feet and circling through my lungs, every star lightyears away. It was all singing, and I could finally hear it. And it was all just for me, just in that moment.

“You are part of me,” it said. “You will always be. Don’t forget that.”

And I, uh. I haven’t.

The Vast, perhaps more than any other Fear, weaves wonder and dread together beautifully. It’s just awe-striking, for better and worse.

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halfway there - jake sim

summary: After 4 semesters of immersing yourself into Stanford, you start dating Ni-Ki, to briefly distract you from the ache of losing Jake. But as your relationship with Ni-Ki fades and you transfer to CSU Long Beach for nursing, Jake quietly watches your life from afar while chasing his basketball dreams in Melbourne. When he’s drafted as the number one NBA pick and you reconnect on social media, you realize that some dreams were never meant to be pursued alone.

note: this is a part 3 to letters from stanford, but could be read alone!

genre: angst

warning(s): none!

word count: 4547

You were lonelier than you expected. Even surrounded by the hum of Stanford life, the laughter at the dining hall, the countless weekend beach trips, and the late-night study sessions in the library, you still felt it. That emptiness in your chest that used to be filled by Jake’s quiet gestures: the way he’d wait to FaceTime you during your walks across campus, how he’d always remember to keep up with your favorite shows without asking, the way he listened. Really listened.

You already knew Ni-Ki. He was someone who floated easily through campus social circles, bright, spontaneous, magnetic. And funny. Always joking, always turning everything into a laugh. He made you forget the ache for a moment.

You weren’t sure when it happened, but you started dating. Maybe it was the way he texted you silly memes at 2 a.m., or how he just tied himself into your daily life so seamlessly. He’d wait outside your lecture hall, not because he had class nearby, but just because. He brought you matcha during midterms, let you wear his oversized denim jacket, called you “my nurse-in-training.” It was sweet, for a while.

One night, you sat in his dorm room, your head on his shoulder as he scrolled endlessly through TikTok. You were exhausted, emotionally and physically, and you whispered, “I really miss home today.”

He laughed, nudging you. “You’re just being dramatic, babe. We’ve got matcha, memes, and me. What else do you need?”

You smiled, because you didn’t know what else to do.

There were good moments. Like the time he dragged you out of bed for an impromptu midnight picnic by the lake, complete with leftover dining hall cookies and his portable speaker. Or the way he made everyone at the table laugh during brunch, always the center of attention, always full of energy. It felt easy. Effortless.

But something was missing.

He didn’t ask about your day with the same care Jake did. He didn’t notice when you were quiet. He brushed off your anxieties with a joke, deflecting emotion like it was too heavy to carry. When you mentioned feeling behind in your classes, he chuckled, “That’s just your nursing brain stressing again. Just skip a lecture or two, it’s not that deep.”

You tried to explain the pressure, the clinical hours, exams, and the looming transfer, but he would roll his eyes and say, “You always stress about the future. Live in the now, babe.”

Once, during a particularly bad week, you texted him that you felt overwhelmed and could really use someone to talk to. His reply was, “Damn, same. I got a D on my fashion theory quiz. Want to come over and just vibe?”

You went. But you left feeling lonelier than before.

One night, you curled up next to him, scrolling through Pinterest boards for future apartments.

"I want to study abroad in Tokyo," he said, grinning. "Work with a fashion label or launch my own fashion brand. Something sick."

You smiled, trying to match his energy. "That sounds amazing. I think I’ll be transferring to CSU Long Beach. Their nursing program is really solid. I want to work in pediatrics eventually."

He blinked. "Damn. That’s... pretty intense. Don’t you get, like, no sleep doing that?"

You laughed quietly, but it didn’t reach your eyes.

You started noticing more. The way he was only present when it was convenient. How he could spend hours planning his brand’s future aesthetic but never ask about your upcoming pathophysiology quiz. How he’d tell his friends about your nursing plans like it was a quirky trait, not a dream you were working tirelessly to build.

By spring, the relationship lost its shine. Ni-Ki still made you laugh, but the connection felt shallow, like a song stuck on replay. You missed feeling understood. You missed Jake.

The end came on a quiet evening, when you both sat on the floor of his dorm room, the flickering light from the TV casting shadows on the walls. It was one of those nights where nothing felt right, and everything seemed too loud, too empty.

"I’ve been thinking," you said, breaking the silence. "About us."

He looked up from his phone, his usual smirk gone. "What about us?"

"I don’t think we’re a good fit anymore," you said, the words tasting strange on your tongue. "You’re always joking around, and I just… I need more than that. I need someone who understands me, who’s there when I’m stressed or overwhelmed, not just someone who makes everything a joke."

He scoffed, sitting up straight. "What? So, I’m not enough now?"

"It’s not that," you tried to explain, your voice softening. "I just feel like we’re not on the same page anymore. We want different things."

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling deeply. "So, that’s it? You’re just gonna walk away from us because of a few differences?"

You felt the sting of regret, but you knew it was the right decision. "I think we’ve been growing apart for a while now. You’re looking at the future like it’s all one big joke, but I’m working hard for something serious. I’m transferring to CSU Long Beach for nursing school, Ni-Ki. That’s not a small thing for me."

He stood up abruptly, pacing across the room. "Yeah, well, I’m trying to build something too. But you just can’t see it, can you? You can’t see past your damn textbooks and clinical hours."

You stood up, too, trying to hold your ground. "I’m sorry, but I don’t think this is going to work. I need someone who gets me. Who sees me for more than just someone who’s always working toward the next thing."

He didn’t say anything for a long moment. Finally, he sighed, muttering under his breath, "Fine. Whatever. If that’s how you feel, then I guess we’re done."

You didn’t look back as you left his room that night, a hollow feeling in your chest, but a quiet relief, too. You didn’t know if you were making the right choice, but you knew you couldn’t keep pretending.

Jake never stopped checking your stories. Each post of you with Ni-Ki made his chest tighten. He would scroll through your pictures and videos, his finger hovering over the screen as a dull ache gnawed at him. He didn’t want to feel this way, but he couldn’t stop. He knew he should be happy for you, but seeing you with someone else, especially someone like Ni-Ki, stung more than he expected.

He mentally noted how he would’ve seen it coming. Ni-Ki was always there laughing with you, always easy to be around, always offering something light when things got heavy. The kind of guy who could distract, make you forget the weight of the world, just like he had done to him before. But now, looking at you with him, he realized Ni-Ki was a type of temporary relief. He wasn’t what you needed long-term.

What hurt even more was how he never could’ve been the one to fill that void. He wished he had been more present. Wished he hadn’t let distance pull them apart. But the truth was, he was still wrestling with his own demons, his own dreams, and that didn’t leave much room for anyone else.

He threw himself into basketball like never before. Early morning practices, weight training, extra drills. He focused on the game, on pushing through the exhaustion. But each time he pushed harder, he found his mind wandering to you, to how things ended between you, to how he hadn’t been enough for you when you needed him most.

He stopped at the court late one night, when the city was still and the echo of basketballs bouncing off the pavement seemed like the only sound in the world. He lined up shots, one after the other. Swish. Swish. Swish. His mind drifted back to high school, when he would stand on the court, his eyes fixed on the basket, and whisper to himself, “This is for you.” He would always imagine you there, sitting in the bleachers, cheering him on, proud of him. Back then, he didn’t need much more than that. The way you would be there for him, no matter what. It was simple, effortless.

He missed that. Missed having someone who believed in him unconditionally. Missed being the one to offer you that same unwavering support. In high school, he was always the one pushing you to follow your dreams, telling you that you could do anything. He remembered how you’d smile at him, how you’d talk about your future with such excitement, and how he’d promise to be by your side every step of the way.

Now, he was the one alone, pushing himself toward a future that felt empty without you.

Swish. Another shot. His chest tightened as the ball hit the rim and bounced back. It wasn’t perfect. But nothing ever felt perfect without you by his side.

His coach noticed. So did the scouts.

Jake’s growth both mentally and physically was undeniable. He wasn’t just playing for the NBA anymore; he was playing to forget. Forget the mistakes. Forget the regret. Forget how he still loved you. He told himself he was moving on, that basketball was his only focus now. But whenever he watched you post about your clinicals, your late-night study sessions, your dedication to becoming a nurse, he felt a sharp pang in his chest.

He hadn’t realized how much he missed seeing your determination, how much he admired the quiet strength you carried. You were so damn capable, pushing through, doing something that mattered. You had found your path, and he couldn’t help but feel like he had failed at his own.

Seeing you work so hard, even from a distance, made him feel like he was wasting time. Like he wasn’t doing enough. Like he wasn’t growing in the way he wanted to. The truth was, he hadn’t allowed himself to fully chase his dreams when it mattered. He had always been afraid of failing, of not being enough. Now that fear had shifted into something else like an overwhelming drive to prove himself, to become the man he had always wanted to be.

For the first time in months, Jake allowed himself to feel the fire of motivation. You had pushed him, even if you didn’t know it. You had always been the kind of person who went after what you wanted, and even though he couldn’t be there with you, he was finally going to live up to the promise he had made, to make something of himself.

By the time the NBA draft rolled around, Jake was ready. He had worked tirelessly, pushing through pain and exhaustion, sacrificing everything for this moment. When his name was called, it wasn’t just a win for him, it was a moment of reckoning. Melbourne to the NBA. He had done it. And maybe, just maybe, he could finally show you that he had become the man you had always believed he could be.

But still, there was this ache. He had made it without you. And he couldn’t shake the thought of how everything might’ve been different if he had been braver. If he had stayed.

He didn’t want to just succeed for himself anymore. He wanted to succeed for you too. He wanted to show you that he could be what you needed, what you deserved, even if it was too late. The thought of meeting you in the States one day, maybe after a game, maybe just to catch up over coffee or a quiet conversation, pushed him forward. He wasn’t sure if that moment would ever come, but it didn’t matter. The idea of it kept him grounded.

In the quiet moments after the draft, he let himself feel it. The sadness. The loss. He missed you more than he thought was possible. And maybe more than he ever would admit. But as he packed his things, ready to head to the US and begin his journey, a part of him believed that one day, his path would cross with yours again.

You were in your room, papers scattered around you, a textbook open as you calculated pediatric dosages. It was late, and your mind was focused on memorizing every equation and formula for your next exam. The quiet hum of the night seemed to match your concentration until your phone buzzed on the desk. You glanced at the screen to see your brother’s name lighting up.

You picked up the call, raising an eyebrow. "what’s up?" you asked, half expecting a random question about the latest meme or an update to send you.

But when his face appeared on the screen, his expression was different. It was excited, almost breathless. "You need to see this," he said, barely able to contain himself. He was holding up his laptop, but instead of speaking, he quickly swiped the screen and held it up to the camera.

"Look at this," he said again, pointing at the screen. "It’s Jake. They just called his name."

Your heart skipped. "What do you mean?"

He turned the laptop to face you properly, revealing the ESPN broadcast of the NBA Draft. There, in the list of top picks, was Jake’s name. Your pulse quickened as you adjusted your position on the bed to get a better view.

"With the first overall pick in the NBA Draft, the Lakers select Jake Sim, guard, from the University of Melbourne."

The words hung in the air as you stared at the screen, disbelief making your chest tighten. There he was, your eyes fixated on his name. Taller, confident, and just as you imagined, still the same Jake, but in a new light. He was on stage, surrounded by his family, his smile wide and proud as they shared in the moment. You could almost feel his excitement through the screen.

You blinked, not sure whether the tears welling up were from joy or the bittersweet feeling that came with it. This was what he had worked for, what he had dreamed of, and here it was finally happening. Just without you there.

You leaned back, your breath shaky as you smiled at your brother, still holding the laptop. "Wow," you whispered, your voice soft and filled with awe. "He really made it."

Your brother grinned. "I knew he would. He’s always had it in him."

"Yeah," you said quietly, a lump in your throat. "I always knew he would too."

You swallowed hard, your gaze fixed on the screen, unable to look away. You missed him. You missed all those quiet moments, the way he’d talk to you about his goals, the way you’d always be there to support him. Now, it was happening. He was living his dream, and though you weren’t there with him, part of you felt like you were. He had made it.

Your brother smiled. "I’ll let you have your moment. You should watch it." He pulled back from the screen and gave you some space.

You nodded, though your heart ached a little more than you expected. Watching him now, seeing everything unfold, you realized how much you still admired Jake. He had done it all on his own, made his dreams come true. And somehow, even if you weren’t physically there to share this with him, you knew deep down you always would be.

You stayed on the call with your brother for a while longer, watching Jake’s moment of triumph unfold. It was bittersweet, but it also felt right as Jake had always been destined for this, and no matter how far apart you were, his success still meant everything to you.

Jake stood backstage, his hands sweating and his heart racing. The noise from the crowd outside was a distant hum, muffled by the thick curtains and walls that separated him from the main stage. He shifted from one foot to the other, adjusting the suit he had spent hours picking out, but nothing felt real in this moment. His name hadn’t been called yet, but he could feel the tension, electric and thick, surrounding him.

He glanced at his family beside him, all of them wearing wide grins and their eyes shining with pride. His mom gave him a gentle nod of reassurance, and his dad’s hand rested firmly on his shoulder. They had all been with him since the beginning. Since that first awkward basketball practice, the countless late-night phone calls when he doubted himself, the days when he felt like he could never get to this point. They had all believed in him when he was too scared to believe in himself. And now, this moment, the moment that defined everything he had worked for was finally here.

The announcer’s voice echoed through the arena, and everything seemed to slow down. “With the first overall pick in the 2025 NBA Draft, the Lakers select Jake Sim a guard, University of Melbourne.”

A wave of disbelief hit him, but it was quickly replaced by the rush of excitement and pride. The crowd erupted in cheers, a roar so loud he could feel it vibrating in his bones. Jake couldn’t help but grin as he walked toward the stage, shaking hands with the commissioner, his family following close behind. As the cameras flashed, he adjusted his cap, standing taller than he’d ever felt. He could hear the cheers, the sound of his name being chanted, and in that moment, he felt like everything he had worked for, every drop of sweat and every lonely night on the court, had led him here.

When he reached the microphone, the world felt still. He glanced over at his family, and his gaze lingered for a moment on his mom, who had tears in her eyes. This was it. This was everything.

But as he turned to smile for the cameras, a thought pierced through the noise. The one person who should have been here, who should have been cheering him on, wasn’t.

It hit him harder than he expected. He had been so focused on the moment, on the excitement, and on the people who had supported him through every step of his journey, that he hadn’t allowed himself to think about how different things were. You had always been the one who had understood his dreams the most, the one who had been by his side through it all. You were the one who had cheered for him even when he was just a kid with a ball, dreaming of this very moment.

But now, you were gone.

Jake’s smile faltered for a split second as he looked out at the crowd, the weight of the realization settling heavily in his chest. He had made it. He had done it, and he was proud of himself there was no doubt about that. But in this sea of people, of flashing lights and loud cheers, a part of him couldn’t help but long for your presence. He missed hearing your voice saying you were proud of him too.

When the cameras shifted, he glanced down at his phone, almost instinctively. His thumb hovered over your contact, the last message you had sent him still sitting there. He hadn’t heard from you in months not since everything had changed. And as he stood there, his heart aching with the bittersweetness of it all, he realized something he had been avoiding. He had no idea how he was going to share this with you now.

The thought of you being so far away, of your lives moving on without each other, hit him with an overwhelming finality. You were part of his story, a constant in the chapters that had gotten him to this point. But now, it felt like the book had closed, and he wasn’t sure how to open it again.

“Jake,” someone called his name, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He straightened up, pulling himself together. The cameras were on him again, and his family was there, cheering louder than ever. The moment had come, and he couldn’t afford to get lost in the past. He had done it. He was going to the NBA, and no matter how bittersweet it felt, this was his dream come true.

He looked at his family once more, feeling a swell of gratitude for them, grateful for everything they had done for him. He promised himself that he would work even harder now, that he would keep pushing forward, not just for him, but for everyone who had ever believed in him.

But as the applause echoed around him, Jake couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. Something that he couldn’t quite get back. Something that had once meant everything.

You.

CSU Long Beach was quieter than Stanford, but you liked it. Your classes were tough but fulfilling. You found peace in your routines such as studying at your favorite café, walking along the beach after lab sessions, and calling Olivia whenever you missed home. It was different, and it felt like a necessary step forward, but something was always missing. Something that used to be a part of you, a part of your life, but was now just an empty space you couldn’t fill.

One afternoon, between shifts at the hospital and a pathophysiology quiz you were trying to cram for, you felt your phone buzz in your bag. You pulled it out absentmindedly, the screen lighting up with a notification.

Jake followed you.

Your breath hitched in your chest, and for a moment, you froze. The world around you seemed to blur. He was still out there. Still somewhere, doing the thing he’d always dreamed about. Your thumb hovered over his name, and you clicked on his profile before you even had time to process your emotions.

His profile picture was him in his tight fit uniform, the purple and yellow logo of the team clear on his chest. His jawline was sharper, more mature, and his smile seemed more polished than the one you used to know. But his eyes were still the same. So familiar and so real.

You stared at it, feeling something shift in your chest. He was living his dream. You’d always known he would, and now he was there. He had made it. But still… why now?

You didn’t know how long you stared at the screen, just trying to process it. Everything had changed. The spaces between you both had only grown wider with time, but in that moment, there was that familiar, unspoken feeling that made you wonder if some things could never truly end.

You followed him back without thinking. There was no hesitation, no second guess. It just felt… right.

As soon as you did, his story popped up. A video of him at the gym, lifting weights, his focus so intense that the only sound was the clink of metal against metal. Sweat beaded along his temple, and his muscles flexed with every rep. It was him, in his element, in his glory. The words "Early Morning Grind" flashed across the screen in bold letters.

You watched it once, then again, and then a third time, your heart beating faster with each replay. Your fingers itched to message him, to say something anything, but you didn’t. Instead, you found yourself scrolling back through his feed, through months of posts. The new photos, the stories, all of it. Every little moment of his success, his journey that had continued while yours had shifted. The new teammates, the smiling selfies with fans, the late-night practices that left him drenched in sweat, and his teammates' congratulatory posts after big wins.

But as you scrolled, you felt that same aching longing gnaw at you. You couldn’t help but feel like an outsider. A spectator to a life that was once so intertwined with your own. You tried to convince yourself it wasn’t healthy to be so absorbed in it, but every new post was like a thread pulling you back to the past. Every time he posted, you felt like you were witnessing a side of him you couldn’t touch anymore.

You couldn’t stop. Each story, each update, felt like an invitation, even if it wasn’t meant to be one.

Jake watched your stories too. The little red ring that appeared around his name whenever he clicked on one of your updates sent a rush of warmth through your veins. It didn’t make sense. He had so many followers. He was busy living his life, but somehow, there he was, watching. And that... small acknowledgment... was all it took to keep you holding on.

You never messaged him, though. The silence between you was heavy and deafening. It said everything that words couldn’t.

Every crowded street, every love song on the radio, every text you never sent it all brought him back. You caught yourself staring out the window sometimes, thinking about him, about everything you used to share, about how he used to be your first thought in the morning and your last one at night. You still caught glimpses of him in your life such as his favorite songs popping up on your playlists, his old Instagram posts flooding your memories.

One day, while you were sifting through papers on your desk, you saw a letter poking out from between a stack of textbooks. Curiosity piqued, you pulled it out. It was an envelope with your name written on it in bold, elegant script. It seemed out of place, but you opened it, and what you found inside made your heart stop.

Two tickets.

Courtside.

Jake’s upcoming game in LA.

Your hands shook as you stared at the tickets, your mind racing. You hadn’t expected this, didn’t know it was even a possibility. But there it was, an invitation of sorts from the very team that had drafted him, giving you the chance to witness the success he had worked so hard for. You didn’t even remember how you had gotten the tickets at first until the memory came rushing back.

Your mom had been the one to reach out through her friend, someone who had connections with Jake’s team. It wasn’t anything you had planned for. She’d mentioned how proud she was of Jake, and you’d shared stories of his journey with her so often that she had kept an eye on him from afar. The tickets, she explained, had been offered to you through those connections, a gesture of respect for everything Jake had overcome and for the relationship you once shared. You hadn’t even known she had gone ahead and gotten them for you.

But here they were.

You folded them carefully, slipping them back into the envelope. It was overwhelming, this wave of nostalgia mixed with sadness. The excitement that you could be there, in person, cheering him on, but also the realization of how much time had passed since you’d been a part of his world.

You set the envelope on your desk, the weight of it heavy in your chest. Maybe some things aren’t over. Not yet.

[roseghoul26]

König x fem!Reader

Synopsis: After a long day, König offers some much-needed “stress relief”. Tags: Title From A Sabrina Carpenter Song, Bed Chem - Sabrina Carpenter, Edging, Not Beta Read, Fem Pronouns For Reader, Bit Of A Size Kink, Porn No Plot, Vibrators, Fingering, Cunnilingus, König Lifts His Mask The Tiniest Amount To Eat You Out, Scar Kink(?), Is That Even A Thing, Doggystyle, Safe Sex, German Is A Fun Language, Kissing, Cuddling Author's Note: My four-and-a-half years of German classes are finally coming into use (but I’m nowhere near fluent, so correct my mistakes lol). Also contains descriptions of what I imagine König to look like. Everyone is free to their own interpretation. Also I'm like a year too late for this but whatever lol and this one is just pure porn guys, so... do with that what you will Explicit content, minors DNI

You felt ridiculous. 

Desperate. Anxious. Ridiculous.

Pacing across your small room didn’t help, your frenzied state unending. Anxiety hammered your heart, your stomach twisted in knots, and your hands ached from tensing them so much. Your breathing wasn’t much better, coming and going in quick huffs of air; you felt like you were going to pass out. 

You were a goddamn soldier, a ruthless mercenary; you shouldn’t be acting this way. You’d faced down the worst of humanity and came out victorious; the idea of König coming to your room shouldn’t render you so… timid. 

You’re not sure why you took König up on his offer for “stress relief”. He’d seen how tense you were all day around the base, the reason for that feeling long since forgotten, your words clipped, muscles tensed. It wasn’t an unusual emotion for you, but he’d never offered his assistance. 

Until today. You weren’t quite sure what changed.

A shiver went down your spine when you remembered his voice as he whispered, large frame pressed up close against yours, but not close enough to touch. “Let me help you, Schatz,” he’d said, and you were certain if you could see his face, there’d be a smirk on his lips. You wondered if he knew how you felt about him. 

Desperate to be rid of the tension in your body, and desperate for him, you’d agreed. It wasn’t until you’d reached your room that it sunk in, what you’d agreed to. It wasn’t that you regretted it, far from it, but now your stress levels were even higher than they were before. 

You wouldn’t lie and say that you hadn’t hoped that something like this would happen. You’d had the biggest crush, which sounded so juvenile for someone like you, on him since the moment you’d signed on with KorTac a few years ago. 

And how could you not? He was tall, almost intimidatingly so, with a broad build to match. And the muscles weren’t all for show, just as deadly with his body as he was with his weapons out on the field. You remember the first time you’d watched him take down someone with his hands, a memory that had ingrained itself into your dirtiest dreams. 

As for the rest of his appearance, you weren’t quite sure. He’d never taken off his “mask” (a shirt, you’d later come to find out) in front of you, even when on jobs together. You never pried, though, respecting his need for privacy. And besides, you didn’t have to see his face to know that he was the most stunning person you’d ever met. His eyes, baby blue, yet torturously haunted, were all that you needed to see to confirm that. After years of only seeing them, you’d gotten good at reading them like you would facial expressions. 

Too caught up in your thoughts, you nearly tripped as your foot caught on the edge of your bed, a small, dingy thing. A mix of a sigh and groan left you, as well as a soft curse as you shook your hurt foot. Glancing at the small LED clock beside your bed, the time read 9:26.

König hadn’t given you a time when you asked, only a teasing, “Tonight.” Which meant, that at any moment, you’d hear him knocking on your door.

Or maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe this was all a joke, a cruel one at that. Maybe he knew about your infatuation with him, and this was his response. Deep down, you knew König enough to know that he wouldn’t do something like that, but your anxiety-riddled brain couldn’t think rationally right now. 

Before disappointment could set in, there was a surprisingly gentle knock on the door. But to you, it sounded like two gunshots had just gone off in the room, your ears now ringing in response. 

A soft gasp left you, and you swore your heart stopped. Taking a second to take a deep breath, you fixed your hair as you walked to the door, suddenly worried about your appearance. Your hand shook as you grabbed the handle, time seemingly slowing as you opened the door.

There, just like he said he would be, was König, his body damn near filling the entire doorframe, the tiniest bits of light from the hallway sneaking in. He was dressed down, which made sense for the time of day, so it shouldn’t have come as such a shock to you to see his bare arms. He must’ve been feeling particularly cruel, to be wearing a tight, black short-sleeve shirt instead of his usual loose long-sleeves. His hands were shoved into the pockets of some black sweatpants, and it almost felt wrong to see him like this. 

And as his eyes widened the tiniest amount, you realized that he, too, had never seen you in loungewear. Wearing a tank top and some sleep shorts, you might as well have been naked with the way his gaze roamed over your body, setting your body alight. A part of you wondered if this was the first time he’d looked at you like this, or if your attraction hadn’t been as one-sided as you believed. 

You weren’t quite sure what to say; you both knew why he was here. So instead of making a fool of yourself by attempting to talk, you took a step back, wordlessly inviting König into your room. 

As he stepped in, you watched as his head moved around, taking in his surroundings. Your room wasn’t much, but it was a step up from the shared room you had when you first joined. There was a bed, a full size at most, the headboard pressed up against the wall, with standard-issue grey sheets. A nightstand sat beside it, with the LED clock, and a lamp that currently struggled to fight against the darkness of the night as it poured through the lame excuse of a window that resided at the top of the wall. A few other pieces of furniture, a dresser, a desk, and a shelf, were each in their respective spots, leaving not a lot of free room.

So, as König walked in, your room felt incredibly small, nearly suffocating. It didn’t help that every time you saw König your breathing turned labored, which wasn’t the best thing to happen to you out on the field. But your years of suppressing your desires had trained you well, able to put on an impression that you were unaffected. 

“Do you want this?”

You’d barely heard König, your heart thudding too loudly. He had turned to face you, hands still in his pockets, a casual stance. But his eyes told a different story, hooded with lust, and boring into you. 

Swallowing, you failed to notice the way his eyes zeroed in on the action. Nodding your head was the only thing you could do, never feeling so certain bout something in your life. But you were nervous. What if you disappointed him? What if this wrecked what relationship the two of you had? What if this was all still a joke?

You hadn't expected König to have moved so that he was right in front of you. Was he always this tall? Towering over you, you felt his fingers, free from their usual gloves, grasp your chin, forcing your eyes onto him. A strangled noise died in your throat at the action, but he felt it, and you watched his eyes crinkle in the corners. He was grinning. 

“Use your words, Schatz.” The endearment, although in a foreign language, made you melt. You weren’t entirely sure what it meant, even after hearing it before, but he said it so sweetly that you didn’t need to know what it meant to feel its effects. 

Your heart was fluttering now, your brain fighting between feeling anxious and exhilarated. König must’ve detected this inner battle of yours, something softening in his gaze. The hand holding your chin moved to your wrist, grabbing it loosely enough so that you could pull away if you wanted to, and he slowly pulled your hand up until it rested on his chest, palm flat against his left pec. 

Once the shock of touching him subsided, you were confused as he watched you expectantly. You went to try to speak but were subsequently silenced by König as he shook his head, pressing your hand down harder. It was then you could finally feel beneath your fingertips his heartbeat, much too fast for the casual stance he had earlier. 

He was just as nervous about this as you were.

He let go of your wrist once he saw you felt it, but you didn’t pull your hand away, quickly gaining confidence knowing you weren’t alone in your nerves. “I want this, König.” You were pleasantly surprised to find that your voice was steady, not even the tiniest bit hoarse. I’ve wanted this for a long time.

Pleased, you could also detect the tiniest bit of relief from him, uncertainty playing a part in his nervous behavior. But that was quickly washed away when his authoritative demeanor returned; you’re not sure why you expected anything else. In every room he walked into, he demanded respect, to be listened to. Followed. Obeyed. You just never thought that it carried into more intimate moments. 

You certainly weren’t complaining. Not when you could feel arousal pool in your gut, a pleasant warmth that flowed through your entire body. Not when every word he spoke made you shiver, his accent thick, voice pitched lower. And now that your nerves had died down, all that was left was excitement, which nearly made you just as jumpy. As he brought his masked face close to yours, you swore your breathing stopped; it almost felt like the anticipation you’d feel before a kiss.

But his destination wasn’t your lips, although his eyes did flick down to them momentarily. No, he stopped before they could connect, mask and all. Resting his head against yours, which took a bit of bending on his part, you felt two warm hands begin to trail down your body, starting right at your collarbones. 

You watched as his eyes trailed over your face, gauging your reaction. When he was met with nothing but desire and want, his touch grew more certain, yet he didn’t pick up the pace. His fingers continued to drag down your body until you wanted to push them down to where you wanted. Something told you that that wouldn’t go over well, but you had to admit you were curious to see what his reaction would be. 

You chose to just shift in his grasp instead of trying to force his touch lower, hoping he’d get the message. You knew he did when you heard him chuckle, a sound that always made you weak in the knees, now especially. “Patience.” 

You could detect the warning well enough, but you couldn’t bring yourself to listen to it. “Please, König.” You didn’t care if you were begging. All you could think about was how close he was to giving you what you wanted. 

Another chuckle left the Austrian, but this one sounded more cruel. “You are going to have a long night.”

Before you could even think about his words, he was effortlessly sweeping you off your feet, hands having found their way to the back of your thighs. Insticinvly, your legs wrapped around his body, but you knew he didn’t need the extra help, and you also knew that he wouldn’t drop you. With a surprised laugh, you hung on as König carried you over to the bed, eyes never once leaving your face like he was enraptured by it. 

Unfortunately, the walk to the bed was brief, and before you could get comfortable in his arms, he was depositing you onto the bed. So much for not dropping you. It didn’t hurt, no, more surprising than anything, the breath briefly getting knocked out of you. The cheaper bed groaned under the weight, rusty springs a godawful symphony of noises, but you paid them no mind. 

Hungry eyes watched you from the foot of the bed as you moved up towards the headboard, back resting against it. Once you were settled, König stalked over to the side of the bed, his movements nothing but predatory. Yet oddly enough, you felt safe. You both trusted each other enough to watch over the other while out on the field and so you felt that same trust here. Deep down, you knew that if you were to tell him to stop, he would, no questions asked. Yet you knew you probably wouldn’t need him to. 

But he didn’t sit down, rather moving to the nightstand beside you. Your dazed state quickly dissipated once he started rummaging inside of it, but you were too late to do anything. With burning cheeks, you watched as he pulled out a pink device, which looked comically small in his hands. 

You wanted nothing more than to bury your face in your hands and pray for your demise, yet you were stuck in place once his attention returned to you. You just knew he had a shit-eating grin on his face, and if you weren’t so mortified about him finding the toy, then you would’ve made some comment to wipe it right off. 

Finally, König sat beside you, the vibrator still in his hand. With his other, you felt his touch return to your calf, featherlight, and leisurely making its way to the waistband of your shorts. “You use this a lot?”

“König…” Your voice wasn’t as assertive as you’d have liked, coming out more as a breathy whine. 

“Answer my question.” His hand stopped moving, stopping right at your knee. No matter how you shifted or squirmed, he didn’t move.

With a deep sigh, you tried to ignore the embarrassment you felt when you nodded your head. You then remembered his words from earlier. “Yes,” was all you said, but that seemed to be enough for him, as he continued his ascent with his fingers.

But his tormenting wasn’t done there, as after a few seconds you heard him speak again. “What do you think about?” This question came quieter than the first like he was sharing a piece of gossip, not asking you to reveal your deepest fantasies. 

You. 

The word was on the tip of your tongue, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to say them, to admit to him. How you’d dreamed of moments like this. How you’d imagined him touching you, fucking you, devouring you. So much information was on the verge of being spilled, and you were scared of it happening, too many what-ifs floating in your brain to keep track. 

But any attempt of holding back your words disappeared when König’s hand retracted, and you found the words stuttering out of you, desperate to feel him again. “I think about you, König…” You nearly felt out of breath after, your chest heaving for air, your cheeks now on fire. 

König, much to your surprise, didn’t seem taken aback by your words. Instead, you watched as his eyes darkened even more, which seemed like an impossible feat. “I thought as much,” his voice sounded more like a growl, and you fought the urge to press your thighs together. “And what do I do, when you think of me?”

Now that the cat was out of the bag, you felt less embarrassed about speaking. You were further encouraged when his hand settled on your thigh, pulling lightly at the hem of your shorts. “I… I’ve thought of you using toys,” you glanced at his other hand briefly, “your fingers. Your mouth.” The last one came out more like a whisper; he’d have to take his mask off in order for the last one to be true, and you both knew he wasn’t doing that. 

By the time you had finished speaking, he had reached your waistband, fingers dipping beneath it to brush against your skin. He hummed like he was truly thinking deeply over your words. “In that order?” If it was meant to be teasing, you couldn’t tell. 

Words died in your throat as you struggled to speak, your newfound confidence nonexistent. König, thankfully, took some pity on you, realizing that this was all a bit much. “Would you like me to take care of you?”

That you were able to respond to. “Please.”

An appreciative groan reverberated through his broad chest. “Sehr gut.” You weren’t certain what he was saying, but the infliction sounded like a praise, and your body responded as it would if it had been spoken in a language you knew.

You expected him to continue speaking, so imagine your surprise when in one strong tug, he tore your shorts off your body, before throwing them somewhere in the room. You heard an audible gasp from him when he saw you were completely bare underneath, completely exposed to him. You watched his hands flex from where they hung in the air, momentarily taken aback, his restraint pulled tight. 

He recovered quickly, blue eyes obscured by black irises now staring at you. “No underwear?” It was a redundant question, yet he asked anyway, wanting you to admit to it. Sheepishly, you nodded, your reward being a low chuckle. “Gott, you are trying to kill me.”

That was the last thing he said before he was settling at the end of your bed, right where your feet sat. His unoccupied hand grabbed your ankle, pulling your legs apart so that he could settle between them. With both thighs resting on his shoulders, you could no longer close your legs, unless you wanted to suffocate the man between them. You doubt he would complain, though. 

His face was inches from your center, and you could feel the heat radiating from him with each breath he took. His eyes had left your face, now drinking in the sight before him, and you could tell he was pleased with what he saw. Quite pleased, if the groan he let out told you anything. 

“So wet already,” he murmured as if he was surprised. You had little time to feel any sort of embarrassment, before two wide fingers ran through your folds, collecting the arousal there. You watched, then, as he brought his fingers below his mask, and you were able to fill in the details as his eyes fell shut with a hum of appreciation. 

Very much distracted, you’d momentarily forgotten about the device in his other hand until the unmistakable buzzing noise filled the air. Your breathing was labored as you waited for his next move, where he would touch you next. You, luckily, did not have to wait long to find out, as those two fingers returned, this time working to spread you open. His eyes finally shot up to yours, his desire evident, and there was an unspoken question in the gesture. More?

You would take all that he could give you, greedily. If he gave you scraps, you would take scraps with a thankful smile. If he gave you a goddamn meal, then you would savor every moment, every drop. With a shaky smile, you gave him a nod, not needing to use your words this time. 

The first graze of the toy over your clit made you jump, eliciting an amused shake of König’s head. “Relax, Schatz.”

And you tried. Taking a deep breath, you went through the breathing exercises you were taught when you first enlisted. Either it was thinking about the breathing exercises, or the exercises themselves, but you found yourself relaxing a bit, your muscles not as wound up as they once were. 

So when König once again pressed the vibrator against the bundle of nerves, you still jolted. Not out of shock, but because of the pleasure that action brought. And instead of pulling away like last time, he kept his hand in place, making you squirm. 

Soft whines and gasps of air were heard from you, hands fisting the sheets beside you. You wanted to hold on to him, but you were worried that once you grabbed on, you wouldn’t want to let go. “König…” you moaned, trying to express just how good he was making you feel. Every nerve in your body tingled, that unmistakable tightness growing in your abdomen. You weren’t close, but you didn’t think it would take long with how worked up you’d been waiting for him. 

The hand holding you open ascended, your back arching into his touch as he dragged his fingers over your stomach, your ribs, before encapsulating one of your breasts in a large, warm hand. “Du bist so schön,” he murmured, a glint of something in his eye. It quickly turned mischievous, though, when you just nodded along, his words meaning nothing to you. “Du hast keine Idee, was ich sage.”

When you neither confirmed nor denied his observation, he laughed, much to your confusion, but you were too caught up in your pleasure to care much. “Oh, Schatz.” It almost sounded patronizing, something that shouldn’t have gotten you as worked up as it did. Another plea of his name tore from your lips, the pressure in you building and building. 

Glancing down between your legs, you were surprised to find his eyes already on you. A squeeze of his hand had you keening, König making a noise that almost seemed proud. “So responsive. Nur für mich.”

What could you do besides nod? Even if you could understand him, you doubted you’d be able to process his words. And besides, hearing him speak his native tongue was always a treat, so hearing him like this was melting you, another thing setting your body alight. Your thighs were beginning to shake, something that did not go unnoticed by the man between them. 

“König… fuck, just a lil’ more…” You failed to see the plan he was formulating, your eyes screwed shut as pleasure overtook you. That tension was becoming unbearable now, and just on the verge of snapping. Your hips rocked and twisted, your fingers cramping with how hard you were gripping the sheets. You were on the edge, just teetering. All you needed was a little push, and-

The sound of silence was deafening as König turned the toy off, setting it on the bed beside you. Your eyes flew open, nowhere near expecting him to pull away just as you were about to cum. It would’ve been embarrassing, the frustrated noise you let out, but all you could think and feel was your waning orgasm. You went to try and finish yourself, but a strong hand caught your wrist before you could move. 

“König…” you warned, pleaded. Like sand, you could feel your release escaping through your fingers. “Y-You said you would help me relax.”

“You are distracted, nein?” 

It was true, your mind was far from the stresses of the day. But a new stress was building, one that was being caused by him. “König-”

“Lay back down.”

You hadn’t even realized you’d sat up, and with a sigh, you sunk back against the pillows, hoping he didn’t see the way your cheeks darkened at the way he commanded you. You could feel yourself continue to come down from that delicious high, body still strung tight like a string on a violin. König played you so well, that you doubted it would take long for you to reach that precipice again. But would he give you what you wanted, or continue to dangle it above your head, just out of reach? You both loved and hated the game he was playing, but your patience was bound to run out eventually. 

He settled in between your legs again, both hands empty this time. A few minutes passed, König lazily tracing his fingers across your bare legs and stomach, truly letting the embers of your previous orgasm burn out.

After what felt like an eternity, he began to drag his touch inward, making you gasp lightly. Like he did before, you felt him pass his fingers through you. The stimulation was almost too much, but it was the best thing you’d ever felt, a soft whine leaving you. That whine turned into a moan when he pressed a digit into you, aided by your arousal. 

He wasted no time in working his finger in and out of you, setting a slow yet intense pace. Your previous decision to not hold on to him quickly fell apart, desperately reaching down to him. There was a second of surprise before he gave you his other hand, your fingers immediately locking with his. It was a startling difference, the innocent gesture of handholding versus the way he was making you see stars with every crook of his fingers. 

His fingers were wide, much wider than yours, so the stretch burned when he added a second. He gave you a moment to adjust before moving, murmuring soft words of praise. “Gutes Mädchen,” he purred. “Gott, look at you, taking me so well.” Each word was enunciated with a thrust of his fingers, pulling noises from you you didn’t even know were possible. 

As amazing as his fingers felt, you need more. Wanted more. Glancing down at König, you gave him as wide eyes as you could, and he seemed to get the message. “You want more?” Upon your fervent nodding, he shook his head teasingly. “So greedy.”

For a moment, you were convinced that he wasn’t going to fulfill your request. That was until he pulled his hand away from yours, reaching for the base of his mask. Your heart damn near stopped when you realized what he was doing, and with a shocked gasp, you shut your eyes, unsure if he wanted you to see. 

You felt him pause, the rustling of fabric ceasing, before his voice rang out. “Look at me.” For the first time since you’d met him, you’d heard his voice clearly, not muffled by his mask. 

Cautiously, you opened your eyes, still partially convinced that this was a test of sorts. All of those worries disappeared when your eyes landed on him. His mask wasn’t fully off, not like you expected, and a part of you was relieved. You don’t think you were ready for that. 

Instead, it was pulled up just past his mouth, revealing most of his lower face, and any image you’d created of him in your mind was immediately forgotten, replaced with the sight in front of you. He had a wider jaw, with a decent amount of stubble adorning his cheeks. His lips were full, the top smaller than the bottom, and pulled into a small smile that made your stomach erupt into butterflies. He was, without a doubt, one of the most handsome men you’d ever laid eyes on, and this was only a part of his face.

But what stuck out to you the most, and would stick out to anyone who saw him, was the large scar that cut upwards on the right side of his upper lip, disappearing under the mask as it continued. The rest of the skin had healed together, except for on his lip, where, similar to a cleft lip but smaller, there was a gap, exposing a sharp canine. It was like his lip was turned up in a constant sneer.

You had no idea how he got that scar, and knowing the job you both did, it was probably quite traumatic. But the scar, alongside the rest of him, had desire churning so strongly in your gut that you nearly felt ill. It felt almost too good to be true, yet here he was, in between your legs, staring at you like you were the best thing on this forsaken planet, his hips grinding against the bed as he pleasured you. 

“Hallo, Schatz.” You were entranced by the way his lips moved as he spoke, and he noticed it, a cocky grin now on display. God, the effect that smirk had on you was immediate, his smugness immeasurable when he felt your body react on his fingers. “You know how to make a man feel good.”

You managed to roll your eyes, not wanting to bolster his ego that much, making König laugh in response. But his playful mood was quickly replaced by one of pure desire, moving forward until you could feel his warm breath hit your center. His fingers had resumed their motions, that tension once again building in your abdomen. It felt stronger this time like your body was punishing you for not allowing the tension to release last time. 

Not once did his eyes break away from yours, not even as his tongue flicked out to taste you, and you could feel his smile, never once dropping. He did it again, this time nudging your over-sensitive clit, making your hips buck. Letting his mask fall on your body to keep it held up, his now free hand splayed across your lower abdomen, keeping you in place, unable to escape the onslaught of pleasure. 

Even quicker than before, you found yourself careening toward that edge, your nails digging into König’s arm, likely leaving marks. His name replayed like a chant on your lips with each crook of his fingers, each flick of his tongue, every suck from his lips. You couldn’t see him any longer, your head thrown back against the pillows.

“König… please.” You almost didn’t want to tell him you were close, afraid of him taking your release away from you again. But you figured he didn’t need you to tell him to know, with the way your thighs shook and walls fluttered around his fingers. You felt him smirk again, a sense of dread washing over you at its implication. “Please, König… let me cum.”

Forcing your head back down, you watched as he considered your plea, and for a second, you thought you were in the clear. That was until he pulled his mouth away, his lower face glistening, that smirk still there, before the mask fell back down. His fingers pulled away next, groaning when he watched you clench around nothing.

Frustrated was nowhere close to how you felt, tears now prickling your eyes as yet another orgasm was withheld. The torture was delicious, yes, but you were going to lose it if you didn’t get to cum soon. You’d wanted this for so long, to fall apart under his ministrations, and you were tired of waiting. Your voice wavered as you whined his name, but there wasn’t anything either of you could do now, as you felt that almost high fade away again. 

With a defeated sigh, you let your head hit the pillows again, your legs sliding off König’s shoulders. You didn’t get to relax long, though, before his accented voice hit your ears again, unfortunately muffled. “Roll over.”

Without trying to hide your displeasure, you complied, glaring at him as you turned. You hoped he couldn’t tell how excited you actually were, fighting back an eager smile. He chuckled from behind you as you settled on your hands and knees, trailing off when he took in the sight before him. “I will ignore that attitude. This time.”

As you thought over the implications of this time, you felt König stand, followed by the sound of rustling fabric, as well as the crinkle of plastic. Something stirred in you at the fact that he came prepared, meaning he wanted this as much as you did. You’re not sure why you still believed he didn’t, but the reassurance was nice, to say the least. 

Glancing over your shoulder, you managed to catch a glimpse of him, the sight making you nearly snap your head back around. Nearly. He had shed his pants, his black shirt rising enough to reveal a pale, muscular abdomen, created from years of intense labor and exercise. He radiated power, and a part of you wondered if that translated into more intimate aspects like his authoritativeness had. Would he be rough with you? Or would he be more ginger, like his touch had been for most of the night; not gentle, but not on the verge of hurting?

You would take either way, as long as it was him doing it. 

“It is rude to stare.”

His tone was teasing, yet it still pulled you out of your shameless ogling. Caught red-handed, an almost sheepish smile appeared on your face. “You can’t blame me when you look like that. You’re a sight, König.”

For the first time that night, König seemed at a loss for words, staring at you like you’d grown a second head. If his mask was still pulled up, you figured you would see his lips struggling to form words, and, if you were lucky, a blush creeping up his face. It was a beautiful image in your mind, one that made you smile harder. 

Clearing his throat, König shook himself out of whatever daze he had been in, and you pocketed his weakness away for later. Checking you for any last-second hesitations, he let the rest of the clothing on his lower body fall away, effectively shifting the power back into his hands. And despite yourself, a small noise left you at the sight, further stroking his already massive ego. 

As to be expected for someone of his size, he was large, and painfully hard, if the hiss he let out told you anything. He was proportional to his hand as he took himself in it, stroking himself a few times, but you knew you’d struggle to hold him in yours. Just like the rest of his body, he was pale, with an almost purple tip that leaked precum. 

Turning your head back around before you lost your nerve, a few seconds passed before you felt the bed creak again, assumedly to put on the condom. One hand pressed between your shoulders, wordlessly pressing your face and chest into the bed. His other hand grabbed your hip, pulling your ass against him, another small noise leaving you when his cock pressed into you. You let him maneuver you as he wished, surprised with how much you were enjoying him taking the lead during this. 

“Ready?” His voice sounded relaxed, but the fingers digging into your hips told a different story. Still, the sincerity of his gesture made your heart thrum happily.

“Yes.” You’d never been more ready for something. 

A strangled moan tore from your lips as he pressed in, obscured by the mattresses your face was currently being pressed into. Tangling your fingers into the sheets around you, you could do nothing but take him as he sheathed his length into you, inch by inch. Time seemed to slow, your breathing ragged, when it wasn’t interrupted by noises of pleasure. 

The pain wasn’t as bad as you initially thought it would be, and for a moment you were thankful that König had worked you up so much. But that tension returned again, König still not fully in you yet. A whimper of his name had him stilling, an almost painful-sounding breath leaving him as he steadied himself, using every ounce of restraint to keep going slowly. 

The words tumbled out of you then, unable to stop yourself. “I-I can take it… please.”

“Scheiße.” The expletive was not unknown to you, nearly turning smug with the fact you made him lose control again. And just like before, he was quick to put you in your place, any comment dying on your lips when he bottomed out with a sharp thrust of his hips.

You swore you saw stars, unable to make any noise besides a soft oh. König, trusting that you were telling the truth, didn’t wait to give you time to adjust. He set a brutal pace immediately, hips snapping against yours with a slick noise. You could cum just from this alone, still so worked up, and König knew this.

The hands on your body shifted, wrapping around the front of your body and lifting you effortlessly until your back was pressed against his chest. He wasted no time tearing off your shirt, groping and toying with your breasts as he continued to thrust up into you. His voice was like gravel as he spoke, his covered mouth speaking right in your ear. “Du fühlst- Gott, mein Schatz.”

Even though your brain was hazed with lust, there was one thing that stuck out to you when he spoke. Never before had he added the word “mein” before calling you Schatz. You had no idea what it meant, but it certainly sounded like an English word you’d been dying to hear from his lips. Mine.

“Yours?” You knew you were probably connecting dots that didn’t exist, but the idea of being König’s was too appealing. 

König stuttered in his movements, an absolutely sinful moan being pulled from him, a sound that nearly pushed you over that edge. “Smart girl,” he spoke while regaining his breath. “Cum for me, mein Mädchen.”

That was all you needed, reaching your release the hardest you’d ever had in your life, the relief you felt immeasurable. Your head threw back to his shoulder, and because your eyes were screwed shut you couldn’t see the way he stared at you with awe. Every muscle tensed and then released, causing you to go slack in his arms, your nerves buzzing with pleasure. 

Your ears rang too loudly to hear him groan your name as he felt you cum, and a few more thrusts of his hips was all it took to reach his own end. The sensation of him spasming inside of you rode out your waves of pleasure until it became too much. König, thankfully, seemed to realize this, and he pulled out of you, then easing your limp body to the bed carefully. 

Completely blissed out, you didn’t feel as König got off the bed, nor know how much time passed before he returned. All you knew was that suddenly the blanket was torn out from under you, before covering your bare body.

Even though every muscle in your body didn’t want to work, you forced yourself to sit upright and watch the large man, who was currently in the process of getting redressed. “You’re not staying?” You didn’t try to hide the obvious disappointment in your words. 

König stilled at that, turning to face you slowly. “Do you want me to stay?”

“Of course.” The words came out so easily, so honestly, that you nearly startled yourself with your honesty. 

Something like relief sagged his broad shoulders, and before long he was back beside your bed. You let him lay down first, as he did take up more space, before settling yourself in the crook of his arm. Well, it was more like you were half lying on top of him to keep from falling off the bed, but neither of you were complaining. König certainly wasn’t, his eyes crinkling in a poorly concealed smile. 

A few moments passed in silence, simply savoring the afterglow and the feeling of being in each other’s arms. Then, “Are you relaxed now?”

You snorted at that, lifting your head to look at him, shaking your head lightly. Fondly. “I suppose I am,” you agreed. “Though I am gonna be sore tomorrow for… other reasons.”

It was König’s turn to laugh now, the sound lighter than you expected. “I hope you are not expecting me to apologize. You were the one who asked for it.” You merely shrugged your shoulders in response, knowing he was right, but not wanting to give him the satisfaction of verbally admitting it. 

Every part of your body wanted to lay back down, but you had a different idea as you continued to observe König. He tracked every movement of your eyes, and you could see his brow furrow in confusion. Before he could say anything, though, you were speaking, so quietly you wondered if you had merely thought the words.

“Can I kiss you?”

And for the second time that night, König was at a loss, blinking at you like a deer in the headlights. But it seemed he’d already made up his mind, nodding lightly, the mask creasing with every movement of his head. 

Letting the blanket fall off you, you were quick to straddle his abdomen, eliciting a gasp from the Austrian. Tentatively, you let your fingers reach for the hem of the mask, scanning his eyes for any hesitations. When you were met with none, you flashed him a gracious smile, before pulling the cloth up right to his nose, not going further than he had before. 

His hands, which had fallen to his side, now ran up your thighs, before settling on your waist. Blue eyes danced across your face and your body, not able to decide which sight he liked better. You were quick to keep his attention on your mouth, though, as you planted one of your hands on his chest and leaned forward.

Taking your other hand, you let it trail up his neck before settling on his lower jaw, his stubble tickling your hand. He shuddered under your touch, lips parting in a soft gasp. Even with everything the two of you had done tonight, this felt the most intimate. 

When you pressed your lips against his, you couldn’t help the smile that tugged yours when he made another audible noise. A part of you wondered how long it had been since he’d been kissed, been touched this softly. If he’d let you, you’d remedy that. Gladly.

You kept the kiss short, but it promised more to come. Setting the mask back down, you pressed one last peck to his covered lips, unable to help yourself, before laying your head on his chest, keeping any comment about his fast heartbeat to yourself. “I hope you know I’ll be getting my revenge,” you said instead, hoping he didn’t realize it was just another way of saying you wanted this again. 

“I am looking forward to it, Schatz.”

Translations:

Schatz - treasure (term of endearment)

Sehr gut - very good

Gott - God

Du bist so schön - you are so beautiful

Du hast keine Idee, was ich sage - you have no idea what I am saying

Nur für mich - only for me

Nein - no

Gutes Mädchen - good girl

Scheiße - shit, fuck

Du fühlst- Gott, mein Schatz - you feel- God, my treasure

Mein Mädchen - my girl

[changingplumbob]

Day fourteen - Connor group part 2/2

@corrienteallita, @eljeebee, @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants, @hashimasims, @jonquilyst, @riverofjazzsims

Isla: Woohoo! I'm so happy I won; I can't wait for our solo date, Deanna!

Kaye: Yes! *fist pumps* Wait Isla did you just curse?

Isla: Wait did I? No I meant like happy woohoo not woohoo woohoo

Kaye: *snickers*

Isla: *gasps then sighs* Okay I walked in to that one

Solo dates were two hours long. Deanna arranged for a beach trip and made some ice cream as a snack. She then did one friendly and one romantic interaction. The rest of the date was whatever happened autonomously.

Kaye is ambivalent about the beach but is excited for sun and ice cream. She turns the stereo to world radio, a station Deanna enjoys as well.

Deanna: When you were a kid did you enjoy school?

Kaye: I enjoyed school very much and joined EVERY after school activity I could! I had a lot of friends and just enjoyed being a kid

Deanna: Did you have a dream job as a kid?

Kaye: I wanted to be a magician when I was little. The whole abracadabra pull a rabbit out of a hat and make Elephants disappear. Dom was always happy to help and be my assistant in all my living room performances *laughs*

Deanna: That sounds so awesome! I wanted to be a pirate

Kaye: A pirate! Well me hearty if you're the Captain, can I be your first mate? *Winks*

Deanna: *giggles*

Kaye: Oh my I can't believe I just did that! Ignore me please. That's really cool though, did you get the chance to sail the seven seas?

Reminiscing on being kids, Deanna asks if there's any memory Kaye can remember really well.

Kaye: My favorite memory might be when my grandfather planned a family camping trip to Granite Falls. My uncle made it all about himself of course but it was great to just be part of nature, fishing and hiking and such. We had to do most of it at night but it was still really cool!

Gluttonous Kaye just couldn't leave the date without more ice cream!

Isla is happy to be at the beach. While it's not Sulani it's a scene similar to home that can help her feel at ease. Before getting ice cream Deanna asks her what music she might like. Isla isn't really sure so Deanna puts on Island radio.

Deanna: When you were a kid did you enjoy school?

Isla: Meh, I was neutral about it. It's like work; it's something that I just had to do. But I was never bad in school. I made pretty good grades. I guess the thing about school is that you're inside most of the day sitting down doing nothing, and that was pretty boring and lame to me as a Sulani girl

Deanna: You'd rather be outdoors in the sand? I can definitely relate to wanting classes outside

Deanna: Did you have a dream job as a kid?

Isla: Oh I can't tell you that

Deanna: I'll tell you what I wanted to be

Isla: Fine. I... I wanted to be a professional shell collector

Deanna: That's adorable!

Isla: *smiles* thanks. My dad collects shells and I wanted to be just like him when I grew up

Deanna: I may have wanted to be a pirate

Isla: *giggles* a pirate? That's hilarious. I'd have hired you to track me down the rarest shells, the magic ones

The talking and laughter continues as the pair grow closer.

Isla: One of my earliest memories is finding my first shell on the beach. My older brothers went jet-skiing, but I was too little to go with them, so I stayed on the shore with my parents and my younger brother. While me and my dad were making a sand sculpture, I found a small scallop shell! My dad was so happy for me and ended up placing my shell with his own shell collection. It's definitely a core memory for me

Deanna: That's so sweet! I love him already

When everyone was back at the villa contestants had three hours of skill gaining time. Room doors were locked and autonomy turned off to give everyone a fair go.

Berenice practiced gaming while a calmer Dee was determined to beat some virtual high scores. Isabella also played some sims forever to improve her video gaming. Isla and Nyami both chose to tackle some logic while a happy Kaye decided to work on comedy.

Devin: How are you feeling about your date with Kaye?

Deanna: Pretty good. She's funny and I think we get on well

Devin: And how about Isla

Deanna: *smiles* Yeah I'll admit I'm a bit smitten with her. She knows so much about Sulani

Devin (voiceover): So how are you feeling about Deanna at the moment?

Isla (voiceover): *blushes* Definitely smitten

When skill time was over room doors were unlocked, autonomy was put back to full, and contestants were instructed to eat dinner. Needs decay had been on the whole day. Deanna was not instructed to talk to anyone so interactions happened autonomously, she was also locked out of rooms so she would be available for contestants to interact with.

It appeared that the time gaming had calmed down Dee, who was once again able to see people without wanting to punch them. Deanna made vegetable tempura since Kaye is vegetarian- she's not accidentally eating meat on our watch! Isabella was in a flirty mood but didn't perform any romantic interactions, choosing to be friendly instead.

Then we had a surprise! Deanna was talking to Nyami when she decided to stand up and hold her hands! This is the second physical flirtation Deanna has done autonomously. Could Nyami be a hidden gem despite her early lower ranking? The pair hugged and chatted with Kaye and Isla while everyone else went to bed.

[cherryredlove]

☆ chinese takeaway ☆

Modern!au Aemond Targaryen x Reader

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Your bestie and flatmate Helaena proposes a banging evening plan: get her brothers over, get a chinese takeaway, and binge the Lord of the Rings. It also helps her second brother Aemond is pretty easy on the eyes and also loves Tolkien.

Word Count: 1.5k

Themes: fluuuuuufff (veeery OOC lol but i need some sweetness rn), content warning of cigarettes and drinking

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Living with Helaena Targaryen is an adventure in itself. She's a wonderful flatmate and best friend. You bonded pretty quickly with her when you both signed up for Valyrian classes at your university, Blackwater Uni, in King's Landing. Her quirky charm is infectious, and the flat you both share is filled with small terrariums and ethereal string lights that make everything feel like a dream. Every night, the pair of you cook together and look after Helaena's array of babies, even if the spiders make you a bit squeamish. You love her, you love her family too.

It’s a lazy Saturday morning after a cheeky pub trip the night before when Helaena bursts into your room with a bright smile, her platinum blonde hair shining in the sunlight streaming through the window.

“I have an idea!” she announces, plopping down on the bed beside you and nearly knocking your jewellery box Nyra got you from Lys off your bedside table.

“You have lots of those, careful not to hurt yourself,” you tease, setting aside the book you were pretending to read for your latest university essay.

“I think we should have a get-together here tonight. A family night! You, me, and my brothers. We could do a Lord of the Rings marathon!” she pokes your arm, wiggling her eyebrows. She knows your weaknesses to a tee.

The thought of hosting a cosy evening (with some extracurriculars) sounds delightful. You’ve always had a soft spot for her brothers, especially Aemond. There's something about his intense gaze and quiet demeanour that draws you in, and your mutual love for all things Tolkien only deepens that sweet connection.

“That sounds perfect,” you agree. “What do you need me to do?”

“Just be your wonderful self!” Helaena grins. “I’ll take care of snacks, and Aegon said he’d handle the food.” You raise your eyebrows. Sounds like this night was happening regardless of your opinion. You grab a pillow and thwack Helaena, who screams lightly and crumples onto the floor, laughing her ass off.

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As the day transitions into evening, the flat transforms into a snug haven. Soft fairy lights cast a warm glow, and the aroma of freshly popped popcorn fills the air. You and Helaena arrange an assortment of snacks on the coffee table, including gummy worms (Helaena’s favorite), chocolate-covered pretzels (your favourite) and a colourful array of fruits (only Daeron will touch them).

Aegon arrives first through the door, arms laden with bags of Chinese takeaway and closely followed by his blond brothers. His carefree grin is infectious as he sets the bags down and immediately begins sorting through the contents.

“Alright, listen up! I got everything. Chicken chow mein for me, sweet and sour pork for Daeron, Kung Pao chicken for Helaena, and Aemond, you get your usual, Szechuan beef.” He looks at you with a cheeky smile. “And for our lovely host, your favourite, vegetable dumplings and egg fried rice.”

You smile, touched by Aegon’s thoughtfulness. The last time you'd gotten Chinese was after Baela's birthday 3 months ago, and whilst you expected him to remember your chippy order, this was quite sweet. “You remembered.”

“Of course,” he winks, settling onto the couch with his carton of noodles.

Daeron dives right into his sweet and sour pork, chatting animatedly about his latest adventures at university. He's like a sweet younger brother to you, and you ruffle his hair when he tries to nick some of your dumplings.

Aemond's presence is a bit quieter but no less significant. He offers you a small smile, one that you return warmly, feeling your heart skip a beat.

"Hiya Aemond," you say. He nods, passing you his fortune cookie. He's not the biggest fan, you remember, quite touched he gave it to you and not Helaena, who huffs comically at her loss.

With everyone settled, the movie marathon begins. You and Aemond exchange knowing glances as the opening scenes of 'The Fellowship of the Ring' play. Both of you gaze quite longingly at The Shire, and you feel your heart stutter a little when Aemond glances at you when Arwen declares her love for Aragorn. The moment is broken by Aegon cracking open a Strongbow cider and tossing you a pre-mixed vodka soda can. You sigh lightly and settle in for the movie.

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As 'The Two Towers' progresses, Aegon sprawls across the couch, lazily consuming anyone's uneaten cold noodles, while Daeron animatedly discusses his favorite characters (Merry and Boromir) with Helaena, who favours Galadriel most of all.

"Imagine how useful the gift of prophecy would be," she dreams aloud. "I'd know all the answers on my entomology exams."

You find yourself nestled comfortably between Aemond and the armrest, stealing glances at him whenever Aragorn and Arwen share the screen. His focus is unwavering, and you find yourself asking him about his opinions of the plot, as if you both haven't watched a million times. It's worth it for the smile he gives you as he describes his love of Faramir. You argue Theoden's case with such passion that he laughs so loudly even Aegon is startled out of a snooze.

By the time 'The Return of the King' reaches its climactic battle hours later, Aegon is fast asleep, snoring lightly with an empty carton resting on his stomach. Daeron and Helaena aren’t far behind, having dozed off to the comfort of the couch, nestled under soft blankets.

That leaves just you and Aemond, the room silent save for the movie's soundtrack and the rhythmic breathing of the others.

You catch Aemond’s eye during the scene where Aragorn is crowned king, and Arwen finally steps forward. You like how Arwen and Aragorn's love is quiet almost, all words expressed through gazes. You feel your heart constrict a bit when Aemond holds your hand for the departure of Bilbo.

As the credits roll, Aemond stretches and stands, offering you a hand. “Care to step outside for some fresh air?” he suggests.

You nod, taking his hand as he leads you to the balcony. The night air is cool against your skin, and the city lights twinkle like distant stars. King's Landing is a great city to live in. You love it dearly.

Aemond pulls out a pack of cigarettes, offering you one. You accept, though you really only smoke for special occasions. You cringe remembering Jace's 18th at Dragonstone nightclub where you tried to chainsmoke. Thank Gods Aemond was there with water to help you.

The two of you stand in comfortable silence, the smoke curling up into the night sky.

“Thank you for tonight,” Aemond says softly, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

You smile, exhaling a puff of smoke. “I should be thanking you. I loved every minute.”

He turns to you, a hint of vulnerability in his expression. “You know, Aragorn and Arwen’s story always resonated with me. The idea of finding someone who sees you for who you truly are...”

His words hang in the air, heavy with meaning. You feel your heart flutter, warmth spreading through you like the gentle glow of a hearth.

“I know what you mean,” you reply, meeting his gaze. “It's about finding someone who understands the depths of your soul.” Big words for a young girl at uni, and usually you'd cringe at such dramatic speeches that are reserved for club toilets with the girls after too many tequila shots, but with Aemond, poetics seem right.

Aemond steps closer, the distance between you shrinking until it's almost nonexistent. The world around you fades, leaving only the two of you bathed in moonlight.

His voice is barely above a whisper. “I think I’ve found that person.”

Your breath catches, the world standing still. The sincerity in his eyes is undeniable, a reflection of your own heart laid bare.

In that moment, words are unnecessary. The connection you share speaks louder than anything you could say.

With a gentle touch, Aemond cups your face, his thumb brushing softly against your cheek. You lean into his touch, feeling the warmth of his hand against your skin.

And then, as if drawn together by an invisible force, his lips find yours in a kiss that’s both tender and profound. It’s a promise and a realization, a moment that feels like the culmination of every shared glance and whispered conversation over years of your friendship. His lips are warm and soft, and you feel perfect.

When you finally part, the world around you slowly comes back into focus, the sounds of the city distant and gentle. Aemond smiles, a rare and genuine smile that lights up his entire face.

“Let’s make this a tradition,” he suggests, his voice laced with hope. “Movie marathons, Chinese takeout, and us.”

You nod, your heart swelling with happiness. “I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

As you stand together on the balcony, the night stretches on, filled with endless possibilities and the promise of new beginnings. It’s a moment that feels both timeless and fleeting, a memory you’ll hold close for years to come.

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AN: im sorry i love writing modern aus, especially for characters that just never stop suffering lol. i just love adding in easter eggs and references to the series and imagining the targs as party animal cuties, not kinslaying weirdos. check out my masterlist for more stuff like this, plz send in any ideas or requests xx

[princesskaulitz]

New Boy (Part One)

✮ bill is the new cute boy at your school.

✮ 2008 bill kaulitz, fem! reader. this is also kinda au where the he doesn’t have a band. reader is in a group with popular girls at school but is starting to realize that it isn’t what she wants…. TW?: super toxic friends.

✮ A/N: i’m going to make this a couple part thing and it’ll be a lot longer than my other fics. this is also a tiny bit of a slow burn so if that isn’t your type of thing and you don’t have patience for that, this probably isn’t for you lol. 🖤 also this like skim proofread but I didn’t pay that much attention so if you see a typo, my bad. 💀

(vid from unendliichkeit on tiktok)

friday you nearly slept through your alarm. the sound blending into whatever nonsense your brain was dreaming up. blindly, you reached over to hit snooze, your fingers fumbling across the screen– tapping everything but the actual button. the frustration built up until you resorted to smacking your phone, which only resulted in it tumbling off the nightstand and onto the floor.

with a groan, you shoved your blankets off and dragged yourself up, snathing your phone and finally silencing the damn thing.

then you just… sat there. letting the dizziness pass. letting your body catch up.

three hours. that’s all the sleep you got. three.

you stayed up all night catching up on homework, completely loosing track of time. now, you were paying for your procrastination addiction. thank God it was only a half day and double thank God that next week you had that school amusement park trip and you would get a bit of a break. that’s one thing that all your hard work last night would pay off for.

forcing yourself to your feet, you shuffled to your closet. you had no clean school clothes. at this point, you didn’t even care about wearing your uniform, one dress code violation isn’t going to ruin your life. you threw on sweats and a hoodie that hadn’t seen the inside of a washer in weeks. you didn’t even brush your hair. this is never how you dressed, you always dressed to impress, to fit in, to feel noticed or less invisible. you were in a friend group with the rich popular glamorous girls at your private school and you couldn’t afford to look this much like shit, couldn’t afford to look like you didn’t care what others thought but today you were just too exhausted.

but at the same time, something about not having to do your makeup and hair felt like a day off for you. this almost felt… comfortable.

the walk to your bus stop was a blur, along with the walk to class and whatever drama that your friends around you were babbling a mile a minute about, your so called friend melina making comments about how shitty you look.

“oh my gosh, isn’t that a chocolate stain from like last month?!” she says all obnoxiously, making a couple of your other undeniably fake ass friends laugh. “ew y/n when was the last time you even washed that?”

usually it bothered you but friday just wasn’t one of those days. you didn’t even have the emotional energy to let her hurt you.

that’s when it happened…

your eyes locked onto one person in particular… a guy. a very tall, skinny guy. oh he was so fine.

he had on a pair of adidas, some black and white striped pants, and a studded belt, and a black band tee on. there was a leather bracelet on one of his wrists and he was wearing a choker that looks like it could double as a belt. (pretty much the outfit he’s wearing in the video above). he also had dark eyeshadow and hair styled like a hedgehog to complete the look. his eyes were such a pretty brown, he had pale skin, perfect nose and… was that an eyebrow piercing?

you couldn’t pull your gaze away from him. you thought he must be a new boy– you’ve never seen him before, of course you haven’t, i mean how could you see that pretty of a face and not remember it?…. and how the hell hasn’t he been dress coded?

before you could even process what was happening, he was walking right in front of you. he glanced at you for a second, making brief eye contact, before looking ahead again as he continued walking… oh fuck. you did a double take. did he just look at you? shit. you looked like absolute shit and that cute ass guy saw you?

“oh my gosh did you see that guy? what the hell was he wearing?” melina comments judgmentally.

“and what is going on with his hair? embarrassing.” lena comments.

“oh he probably just thinks he’s david bowie but he wound up looking more like he stuck some scissors in an outlet instead.” lilly adds in. they all giggle except for you. not only was that simply the most unfunny shit ever but you just didn’t hear it, you were too busy looking back at him as he disappeared around the corner like some kind of hot goth mirage.

you really hoped he didn’t hear them giggle and think you joined in… hope wasn’t going to do shit for you though.

then monday came. you came to school looking a lot more put together, hair done flawlessly, you even trimmed it yourself as you were good at it, you also had on a freshly clean uniform skirt and shirt, cute expensive heels that made the other girls jealous, you were wearing perfume, had your makeup done, fresh manicure and lash extensions you just got the day before.

funny how you’ve spent so long trying to fit in, believing it would finally bring you peace. but the effort it took—the constant adjusting, the quiet shrinking of yourself—never felt like joy. it felt like labor. and now, in the quiet moments, you’re starting to question if the approval was ever worth the cost… why weren’t you happy?

you had come in a little late, some tall guy with dreads, a lip piercing and baggy clothes bumped into you so hard that it was blatantly purposeful, he didn’t even bother to help you pick up your fallen things– even seemed to have purposefully kicked one of your books across the hallway. damn who pissed in his cereal?

in class, your friends were gossiping about the news that had made it’s rounds in town over the weekend. there was new twins at your school, alleged notorious trouble makers and punks. lilly mentioned that their mom was engaged to the recent appointed assistant superintendent who was super loaded and doesn’t make the boys follow the school rules. you put two and two together, the hot emo guy and the guy with dreads were probably the twins, obviously because they were the only people in the school at the moment that didn’t wear uniforms.

your mind drifted as your friends started saying a bunch of stuff about how arrogant and spoiled they must be to think they can walk around with special treatment like they do, giggling about something about how they’re step dad is probably just letting them do whatever they want so he can keep getting laid by their mom, calling the boys pathetic, already making assumptions that they’re probably going to pass with flying colors without having to put any work in because step daddy will make a way for them. they even go as far as to say that boys like them didn’t belong here, that they’re not even smart enough to go here, that they’re making the school look trashy, less professional or pristine, pretty much that they’re embarrassments.

you’re looking out the window– what a pretty cardinal you see on the tree branch. then you glance around the classroom. your eyes lock with the guy with dreads from earlier… he looks pissed about something… did he hear your friends talking shit?

he didn’t keep eye contact with you for long before he just looked back down at the worksheet in front of him, bringing his pencil up to continue writing which reminded you that there was only 15 minutes left of class and you should probably finish your work too.

lunch time rolled around and you were putting your salad together. you hated salads if you were being honest but you were pretty much called a fat ass by melina for eating anything else.

melina looks you up and down slowly, a half-smile playing on her lips. “trying to redeem yourself for friday?” she asks, tone light but laced with something sharp.

“um… well, i wouldn’t say that,” you murmur, trying to keep your voice steady. you feel your hands automatically tug at the hem of your sleeves.

“did you get eyelash extensions?” she asks, raising her brows like she already knows the answer.

“yeah, i did,” you say, barely louder than before.

“yeah… i can tell,” she replies, dragging out the pause just long enough to make it sting. her smile widens, but not in a kind way.

you blink, hesitating. “do you… like them?”

she tilts her head, feigning thoughtfulness. “well… i mean, they look fine or whatever. but when you go to your lash tech, you should probably ask for something more natural next time, because i can definitely tell you have eyelash extensions. and like… the point is for people not to be able to tell, you know what i mean?” she lets out a small, performative laugh, eyes flicking to lena and the other girls.

you open your mouth, trying to find something—anything—to say in response, but before the words can form, she’s already continuing.

“and also, your foundation…” she trails off, her voice dipped in mock concern. “babe, you really need to clear your acne first. otherwise, you just end up looking… cakey.”

“and you look kind of orange, don’t you think, melina?” lena adds with a giggle, glancing around for approval.

they all laugh. it’s not loud—but it’s pointed. the kind of laugh that’s meant to echo.

you blink again, a dull pressure building behind your eyes as their voices begin to blur. one of them says something about how “boys don’t like catfishes,” but it sounds far away. you stare down at a scratch on the cafeteria table in front of you, willing yourself not to react, not to feel how red your face is getting.

“um can we help you?” a bit of a change in melina’s tone catches your attention as you look up to see who she’s talking to.

you see the guy with the dreads again. he had a soda in his hand.

he stops, shrugs. “nah, just wanted to give you something.” he had a deep voice, german accent.

he holds up the soda. they blink at it, confused, suspicious.

“what is that?” lena mutters.

he unscrews the cap slowly, and just as they realize he’s dropped something inside—

foomph.

a volcano of foam shoots straight out, splashing across the table. shrieks erupt. melina tries to scramble back, but it's too late—her top is drenched, so is lilly’s. lena’s phone is coated. your salad goes flying as your skirt gets ruined, soda getting in your hair. the whole table is in chaos.

he just grins and walks off like nothing happened.

“what the hell!” melina exclaims.

after a few seconds of grabbing every napkin in sight and desperately trying to wipe the soda off your pure white skirt, you look up and see him smiling and laughing with his twin, the cute guy you saw the other day.

great. just great. they know about your friends talking shit and they think you were a part of it… worstly, that emo cutie thinks you were a part of it.

the next day came, the school trip for the little mid semester break that all the students who made themselves eligible looked forward to. it was at an amusement park, there would be a good couple days off school, free hotel stay, free food, skip-the-line wristbands. it was exciting.

you were late. per usual.

your mom took forever—always did. dropping you off wasn’t just a task, it was a performance. she had to get done up like a victoria’s secret angel, just in case any of the other moms happened to see her. just in case they didn’t look their best, and she could make them feel like shit by comparison. blending in with the moms who looked way too good for this early in the morning. usually when she was too tired to doll herself up, that was when she made you ride the bus.

what an influence.

no wonder you ended up the way you did.

you barely made it to the fancy charter bus. inside, it was already alive with chatter and laughter—snack wrappers crinkling, chips being tossed from one seat to another. you scanned the rows, searching for your friends.

you spotted melina. relief hit—for a second. but as you moved to sit next to her, she quickly slid her bag into the seat before you could.

“what? what are you doing?” you asked, confused.

“that spot’s for lena,” she said flatly, not even looking up.

you glanced behind her. lilly was already sitting with her little boyfriend, all smiles and no intention of noticing you.

“you—really? you guys couldn’t save me a seat?” you asked, the question coming out smaller than you meant it to.

melina shrugged. “well, the bus filled up fast. you should’ve been on time. i don’t know what to tell you.”

no apology. no space made.

“just go find another seat. hurry up—we’re about to leave,” she added, waving you off like you were the problem. “you don’t want to be that person holding everyone up, do you?”

you sigh. lena was even later than you yet you’re the one getting the speech and no seat? pretty typical.

you head toward the back of the bus.

the only open seats left? the twins.

and judging by the way they’re both spread out like they own the place, they have no plans of making room.

the one you like is lost in his own world—earbuds in, chewing absently on the cord. legs stretched across the seat, taking up as much space as possible. he doesn’t even glance at you.

his brother, on the other hand, does.

he meets your gaze without shame, holding it just a second too long. there’s not a hint of concern in his expression—just a lazy smirk, like he finds the whole thing funny. like he’s rooting for you to get rejected twice in one morning.

you glance back at the one you like. he must feel your stare, because he finally looks up—but only barely. he gives you that classic what do you want? face. the one that makes you feel like a total idiot for even standing there.

“move your legs and let her sit, bill,” one of the chaperones calls from the front, voice light but firm.

he exhales through his nose, rolls his eyes at the ceiling like it’s all so inconvenient. his jewelry clinks softly as he shifts, dragging his legs off the seat with a quiet clatter of chain and metal.

he doesn’t say a word.

you sit and situate your things. fuck he was so close you could smell him. he smelled like musk, sandalwood, iris and leaether. you almost forgot for a second that you weren’t necessarily his favorite person. he had his hair down today, not in his usual crazy style. you also noticed he had his nails done, they were black with white on the tips.

then you feel something small hit you on the side of your head, getting stuck in your hair. you pull it out, a gum wrapper. you look across at the other twin who’s just smirking, putting his pack of gum back in his bag.

you sigh, throwing the wrapper elsewhere. you look over at bill next to you, you had to tell him at some point that you weren’t like your friends. you admire him for a moment as he looks out the window. his side profile is so damn perfect and those lips look so soft. you get so distracted by them that you don’t even notice him side eyeing you.

“what?” he asks, not at all hiding his annoyance.

“nothing.” you quickly look away.

you pause for a moment before speaking again. “i swear i’m nothing like my friends. i’m sorry that they talk about you guys the way you do.”

“i heard you laughing with them on friday.” he says, not buying what you’re saying whatsoever. he has a soft voice and the same german accent as his brother.

“i wasn’t, i swear. i thought you looked cool, i really did.” you try your best to tell him but it doesn’t seem to be getting through.

“then why do you still hang out with them? clearly you want to be like them. if you truly didn’t care about them or like the way they act, you’d drop them so don’t hand me that shit, you still wanted to sit next to them a few moments ago even after the way they talked about us.” he says.

man he was right. why do you still chase them even after you see the way they are? even after they’re so mean to you. they were mean to you but even just hanging out with them filled something within you… or at least you thought.

but chasing people like them put you right down on their level and it was apparent now more than ever that maybe that isn’t truly what you wanted. you couldn’t possibly live without chasing little moments of approval where any other time, you were made fun of or given back handed comments though, it was even that case with your own mother. it was like some kind of dopamine chase.

where else would you get that fulfillment from?

you look at bill again. how the hell did he do that? how did he dress the way he dresses and do his makeup like that and not care what anyone else thought? like how does he live like that? you realized that it was a pathetic question.

you get lost in your thoughts for awhile. you and him don’t speak anymore. you loose track of time, even falling asleep when suddenly a voice wakes you as you get nudged.

“can you move?,” it was bills annoyed voice.

you open your eyes to see all the students getting up, then look up to see bill looking down at you, waiting for you to move. you quickly get up to see that the bus has made a pit stop at a fast food restaurant to get some lunch. you check your phone. damn how long were you out?

bill watches as you get off the bus and walk right past your friends this time who don’t even notice or seem to care that you hadn’t joined them.

you get yourself a chicken salad and choose to sit by yourself today.

bill and his brother watch you from afar where they’re sitting.

“i saw you talking to that girl, why?” his brother asks.

“she was telling me something about how she wasn’t like her friends and she swore she wasn’t laughing at me the other day. i didn’t buy it though because if she truly wasn’t like them, she wouldn’t be hanging out with them even after they talked about us the way they did and i told her that too.” bill explains.

it wasn’t that he cared about if you were laughing or not, he just hated people like you and your friends who think they’re better than everyone, he and his brother always sought out to humble and embarrass people like that. they had been tortured for years of their childhood by people like that and one day they just up and decided they weren’t going to take that shit anymore and they were going to fight back.

“well i don’t know, maybe she thought about what you said, she’s sitting by herself.” his brother notices.

bill glances up at you as he takes a sip of his cola. “i don’t think that means anything tom. she’s probably just mad at them because they wouldn’t let her sit with them.” he says.

tom doesn’t speak. he looks a bit pensive as if not fully agreeing with what bill is saying. almost like he can see more through you than bill does.

of course you’ve noticed by now that your friends don’t seem to give a flying shit if you’re sitting with them or not. as much as you wanted to pull yourself away from them, it still bothered you that they didn’t care. why did it fucking bother you? it was beginning to frustrate you.

you all were back on the bus soon. you sat in your same spot next to bill but still, neither of you talked.

it was a long ride until you guys finally arrived at the amusement park. there was a hotel there and that’s where the students were directed to first. teachers handed out key cards and let the students make their way to their hotel rooms to put their things away, put on sunscreen and whatnot and everyone was directed to meet back in the lobby in 20 minutes.

your class was huge and was taking up the entire small hotel.

students were to make groups of two’s or three’s for their room, of course melina got her card and her, lilly and lena all got a room together, not even caring to invite you.

melina’s excitement had mere seconds though before it was ruined as she was soon bound to discover the gargantuan wad of gum tom stuck in her hair when you guys got off the bus.

you got your key card but didn’t even bother to try and find a roommate, knowing that you probably wouldn’t wind up with one anyways so accepting the fact that you might be alone, you just made your way up to your hotel room.

you slid the keycard into the slot. the green light blinked, the lock clicked, and you pushed the door open.

then froze.

bill was already inside—back turned to you, bent slightly as he rifled through his duffel bag on the bed. he paused too, sensing you. when he turned around, the look on his face was pure confusion laced with irritation.

“what the hell are you doing here?” he asked, brows raised.

you blinked. “um… this is my room.”

he stared at you like you’d just grown two heads. his expression flatlined into disbelief, eyes narrowing slightly as if you were trying to pull a joke he had no patience for.

without a word, he stepped over and plucked the keycard right from your fingers, flipping it over to check the number. then he pulled his own from his pocket. compared. same number.

room 483. (hehe)

of course.

“no. nope. you’re gonna have to get another room or something because this?”—he motioned between the two of you—“this isn’t happening.”

he practically tossed your card back at you. you fumbled, barely catching it.

“there are no other rooms,” you said, trying to stay calm. “our class took up the whole hotel. everything’s booked.”

he scoffed. “then go stay with your little friends or whatever. not my problem.”

“i can’t. their rooms are already full. please—don’t make this harder than it has to be, there must have been some kind of mix up. i won’t be a burden. i’ll sleep on the floor, you can have the bed, seriously. you won’t even notice i’m here.”

his jaw clenched a little, the gears clearly turning behind his eyes. for a long second, he just stared at you. you could almost see the resistance softening at the edges.

finally, he let out a breath. not quite annoyed, but definitely not thrilled.

“…fine.”

part two here

[mothinabottle]

(Warning for hints at spoilers from some events below 😮)

Sydney, who practically glues themselves to the pews at the temple after you are gone. The scarf you left behind clutched tightly by their hands as they pray day and night.

They can only hope you are safe wherever you are, that the mission Jordan entrusted you with will go smoothly and you'll be back soon enough, reassuring them with your sole presence

But a month passes and you are still not by their side. The spear returns, yet you are missing. The temple's chants, the excitement for the holy item's appearance can barely reach them through the overwhelming sorrow that consumes their very soul. What is there to celebrate if you are not here? If their dreams are the only way for them to see you, how can they even face reality?

You are a liar, and them a fool for not doing more to protect you. If they had been stronger, maybe more courageous. If only they had gone there instead of you...

So they choose to believe, to ignore it all. If one more month passes, it doesn't matter: they know you'll be back...right?

Somehow, it feels as if a part of their life they managed to forget is repeating...

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Whitney, who managed to send you off to the underground brothel, a stash of cash safe in their pocket as they go back home. Smirk plastered in their face, gloating about finally teaching you a lesson after you humilliated them in front of the whole school all this time.

Still, something doesn't feel right.

Finding themselves waiting for an annoying face when they are loitering under the rain, scribbling notes for someone who isn't in class, passing by the same alleyway thrice in silent hopes to see the one who only appears in missing posters.

Their mood sours, dreams haunted by snippets of memories where you are by their side. This wasn't how things were supposed to go after getting rid of you for good.

Perhaps a strong drink might help kill that weird gross feeling that has been pooling in their heart for these past few weeks. A trip to the local bar with their friends, the promise of some casual sex with a random whose face they won't remember.

But when the moment of truth comes, it's your face that replaces the one of their new conquest. Tugging at the strings of their heart with that insufferable smile you always seemed to have.

What's more pathetic than finding out your are in love while throwing up in a filthy alleyway? Alone, their mind racing to understand that that weird feeling has always been regret and sorrow...

Because they loved you, in their own twisted way, and there's no going back to how things used to be before.

Wasn't actually planning to write these as they are part of comics I wanted to do. However, I highly doubt I'll be able to, since time is limited and I am already dying over here, buried in studies and stuff.

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Note: I want to draw but I am extremely sick, so you guys will only get my brainrot for now :(. Sorry

If it's written like ass, sorry. I did this in the bus I take back home while I had a horrible fever ;; (Though I promise I'll get better at this with time...Maybe)

[seokith]

sudden confession

ೀ pairing ; wonbin x gn!reader

ೀ genre ; fluff, f2l

ೀ wc ; 775 .

ೀ notes ; hai.. i decided to go back to writing so i apologize if its a bit messy as of now swear it’s going to get a lot better ◞᎔◟ i didn’t really have an idea in my mind so i just went with the flow whoopsies! + i apologize if there's any grammatical errors because english is not my first language </3

“binna, look! the sunset!"

that was what broke wonbin from his trance. he watched you drag him to a nearby fence that overlooked the sea and land, and he watched you admire the sunset. eventually, he shifted his gaze to the sunset in front of him, and gosh, it did not disappoint. part of him wished the sunset could be permanent so he could see you happy like this forever, but no matter how beautiful the sunset was, it could never compare to you.

not long after, wonbin shifted his gaze back to you, but you didn’t notice as you were too immersed in the view in front of you. it was breathtaking. it almost had the same effect on you as wonbin when he’s competing, but damn—the only thing that could distract you from your racing heartbeat was the view before you.

“(name),” he called softly.

“(name),” he repeated.

you shifted your eyes from the view in front of you and looked to the side, where the sound had come from.

“yes, wonbin?" you replied, your voice trembling a bit. since when did he look this good? you didn’t know if you could handle seeing the guy you had grown to love looking even more handsome under the setting sun. you felt your face turning crimson, but you tried to hold it back.

“i… i have to get something off my chest," wonbin started.

“we’ve been friends ever since middle school, but i can’t deny that i've developed some feelings for you, (name). you were the first person to come up to me and talk to me other than the class president back then, and it really meant something to me. you helped me settle into the school, and i couldn’t be more thankful. every time i had doubts, you were always there to make me feel better, and that means a lot to me, (name),” he paused, shifting his gaze from you to the sunset in front of him, sighing.

“i know this might be a lot for you to process, but (name), i think… i like you. i don’t know if you feel the same way, but if you don’t, that’s fine. we can just pretend like this never happened. but if you do…" he pulled his eyes away from the view in front of him and looked you in the eye, his cheeks clearly burning.

“may I be your boyfriend?”

boom. it felt like time had stopped. did wonbin just confess to you? was this real? if it was a dream, why did it feel so real? you couldn’t form any words, too surprised, and wonbin felt like he was going to melt under your gaze, as if you had seen something terrifying. he was more nervous now than he’d ever been during any of his competitions.

“i—i, never mind, just forget this happen—"

“wonbin-ah," you interrupted his ramble.

wonbin shifted his gaze from the ground and looked at you with shaky eyes.

“you… you like me? since when?" you asked.

wonbin's eyes widened. was he really going to expose himself to his own crush? fuck, he cursed internally.

“remember when we met during our year nine summer break?" he answered.

holy fucking shit. if you remembered correctly, that was about two years ago. you felt yourself heating up and shakily sighed before speaking again.

“t-that long? why didn’t you tell me? here I was, thinking this was a one-sided love the whole time…"

“yes, that long—wait, what?" did he hear that right? did wonbin mishear what you just said? no, it couldn’t be.

“bbin, i like you too, you know? even longer than that. i've liked you since—well, since that field trip back in year eight, actually…" you scratched your head as you slowly revealed your feelings for him.

“and to answer your question, sure. you may be my boyfriend, wonbin." there, you said it. fucking hell, you were sure you sounded like a squeaky toy when you said that, but you couldn’t care less.

wonbin smiled happily when he heard this. he reached out and gave you a tight hug, overcome by sudden joy.

you didn’t react at first, as shocked as he was, and he sensed that you might be uncomfortable with the sudden hug. as he began to pull away, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him back into the tight embrace.

the sound of waves crashing along with the sunset that's sinking made everything feel surreal. the beauty that captured a blossoming relationship between the two friends that fate had brought upon them was unmatched and nothing else could disturb them nor break them apart.

[lunarfleur]

Sure! I don't mind requesting something new! So you write somewhere in your works how Miles 42 and reader met through location, "whether it be going to the same school or living in the same building or whatever"

I wanna' see a fanfic in Miles pov how he and reader met and how their relationship developed throughout the process! I wanna' know if he's going to make a move in interacting with reader or such. :))

Mr. Tambourine Man ~ Earth 42! Miles Morales

A/N: Many people will tell you this song is about a drug dealer. I, however, have always taken Mr. Tambourine Man as an analogy for youth. Take this as you will.

Tagging: @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @hiyaitssans @nagi3seastorm @luvjunie @milesmolasses @n1cole-ghost @kombuuuu

This is x fem! Reader

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to

Growing up, Miles had always been the dull kid in the corner of the classroom. It was his nature.

He didn’t really remember his dad’s death, but there was always a sort of emptiness in the Morales apartment that never got filled. The emptiness has always been there, in his home and in his mother.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you

On the late nights, he hears his mother sitting in the living room all by herself lonesome. She sits on the couch, in the same spot she has been all these years; next to the spot his father would have taken up.

He can imagine it: his mother curled up under a blanket, her husband’s arm resting over her shoulders. He’d kiss her head and the spot behind her ear. She’d pretend to pay no mind and act as if he doesn’t still make her giddy like he did back when they were young.

Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand, vanished from my hand.

Left me blindly here to stand, but still not sleeping.

But his father was not there. The late Jeff Morales did not get to stay up with his wife, watching the television as their child sleeps. He was dead, but it sometimes felt like his ghost was haunting the city. He’s gone, but it’s like he’s still there.

As he grew up, Miles did not get the joy his classmates did. He watched his mother work like a dog to support the two of them. He spent many nights alone, waiting for her to come home.

It was sad. Miles was sad.

My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet.

I have no one to meet, and the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

So here he sits, in the corner of his studio art class, his last period of the day. Miles is behind an easel, dried paint covering his hands and table. There was music playing in his headphones, but he wasn’t really listening. It was to block out the other noises.

The door opens, and in walks a girl he’s never seen. It was an odd feeling, at first, a shred of nervousness he didn’t quite understand.

He looked around the room, at all the other students and seats, only to realize the one next to him was the only one open. Perfect.

She talks to the teacher, nothing he can hear, snd watches as she slowly makes her way over to the spot next to him. Miles turns away, picking up his paint brush to avoid and other contact.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you.

Unfortunately for him, Miles looks unapproachable. He looks like he should be friendly and open. He’s got those big, brown, shiny doe eyes and dimples. His face is dusted with freckles. His lips are big and plush. His nose sits perfectly in the center of his face, blending together nicely with every other feature.

However, people avoid him. He’s quiet and keeps to himself. Miles is sort of a mystery, someone people don’t know much about. He’s got eye bags and an RBF, so people leave him alone. Sometimes it seems as if he’s invisible.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship.

My senses have been stripped.

The girl sits down, taking out her supplies as she was most likely directed. Tense hands moved shakily. Her breaths were harsh. Her eyebrows furrowed tightly against her forehead. She was nervous.

With a skip of his heart, Miles clears his throat. Her head snaps over quickly, eyes wide with anxiety as he stared her down.

My hands can't feel to grip.

My toes too numb to step.

“Uh..I’m Miles.”

She hesitates, biting the inside of her cheek before nodding.

“Y/N.”

Miles doesn’t look away. Y/N peeks over at his canvas. Her lips curve down into a smile, any trace of her previous fear gone. Her lips pressed together tightly, eyebrows raising. No tension, no anxiety.

“You’re really talented.”

“…Thanks.”

Her smile did not falter. She looked at him for a moment, and that one moment felt like an eternity.

Her nose, cheeks, and lips were a blend of heaven sitting on her face. Her hair was smooth and clean. Miles swore her eyes looked like stars.

Y/N was definitely beautiful.

Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.

I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade into my own parade.

Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it.

“What, uh,” Miles spoke again, “what class was you coming from?”

He watched as Y/N fumbled with her schedule, a blue piece of paper crumpling in her hands.

“I have Spanish II, but I was in the office.”

Miles nodded, a small simper forming across his lips.

“I’m in there, too.”

Y/N grinned at him, eyes squinting slightly. It was almost bright.

Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun, it's not aimed at anyone.

It's just escaping on the run.

“I’ll walk with you, tomorrow?”

It came out as a question, and Miles would be lying if he said that didn’t surprise him. There was a fuzzy, warm feeling in his stomach that, for a second, made him question if he was getting sick.

Y/N chuckled, a simple melody that sent flowers blooming across his skin. It felt like goosebumps, but much more intense. The sensation matched that of bathing in the sun.

“I’d like that.”

And but for the sky there are no fences facing.

And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme to your tambourine in time

Y/N glanced over to a small group of kids sitting diagonally from them. They were watching intently, eyes wide with curiosity. As quickly as it came, Miles’s almost cheerful expression fell back into place. The corners of his lips dropped, so did his eyebrows. In less than a moment, he was tense once more.

It's just a ragged clown behind.

I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing.

They turned away awkwardly, returning to their projects. Y/N sucked in a breath. There was tension within her chest. It was a sudden, sharp sensation in his fingertips.

“So did you just move here?”

Y/N smiled, nodding.

“Yeah, from New Jersey.”

Miles nodded along intently.

“How come?”

“Family.”

Questions and answers came as the two packed up their things.

And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time

The loud and obnoxious bell rang, and every other student in the class shoved past one another to get out of the room.

Far past the frozen leaves, the haunted frightened trees.

They walked down the hallways together slowly. For the first time, he felt as if he could ask questions. For the first time, someone answered. She answered.

Out to the windy beach, far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.

“So, what’s Jersey like?”

“Well, it’s fun. The food is great.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Miles snickered.

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky, with one hand waving free.

“Do you like New York?”

“I’m…adjusting.”

“Adjusting?”

“It’s easy to get lost, here.”

Smiling shyly, Y/N pressed her lips together firmly. Miles could almost feel the heat of embarrassment coming from off her face.

“You just need someone to show you around. It gets easy, after all while.”

Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands.

“What’s there to show?”

Miles smiled, looking at the girl next to him as they stepped down the front steps of Visions Academy.

“The sky.”

There was a sudden melancholy feeling that ran down Miles’s spine. It was the same feeling he’d felt on those late nights, waiting for his mother to come home.

Miles did not remember his dad’s death. He didn’t remember the funeral. He just remembered the day the apartment felt less like home.

With all memory and fate, driven deep beneath the waves, let me forget about today until tomorrow.

“It’s the same sky as the one in New Jersey.”

“Different view.”

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

“You’ll show me?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll show you.”

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.

“Good.”

“I’ll show you my mural, too.”

“Mural?”

“For my dad.”

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.

Miles nodded, smiling. She nodded back, humming in reply.

Miles had always been so much like his father. The same smile, the same attitude, the same wit.

Y/N looked at Miles curiously, and Miles became painfully aware of that fact. Birds sung in his lungs and trees grew in his mind. Fresh air.

“Let’s go, Miles. I’m expecting a tour.”

In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you.

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Kinktober Day 22- Leona x Reader (Dry Humping)

*Requested by Reader, I only just started Twisted Wonderland, so I hope to every god I got his character right. Sorry in advance if anything is wrong!!!*

        It was a mistake. A huge mistake. You had convinced yourself that everything that was happening was a dream. The fact that you had been kidnapped and brought to this so-called college for magic; the fact that there was no way for you to return home; the fact that you were scared and alone; and the fact that you were now the only female at the college. It had to be a dream, no a nightmare! What were you to do if you could never return home. Sure, the Headmaster was nice enough to let you stay in an abandon dorm and that he would let you study in private, but it was still wrong!

        You were currently sobbing in your room as you stared at the magic books in front of you. You were deemed a 'Beast Trainer' or something along those lines. It was all a blur. The weirdest thing about everything was that all of the students here reminded you of Disney characters, but they also didn't? It was a weird state you were in. All you wanted to do was go home, lay in your own bed and probably eat your favorite meal.

"And I have to join their classes? I was working...My bills....My apartment," You whimpered.

        The only light in this whole mess was that all of the men were hot. Yes, it was something small, but it kept you going. One person caught your eye in particular. You were still getting to know the dorms and the student leaders, but you could have sworn the man had ears. Once you saw the statues of the 'seven greats' you immediately knew it was Scar. Or, at least what you wanted to believe was Scar. You were still confused and still unsure of anything yet.

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        You were a special Herbivore. Leona had taken an interest in you when you first fell out of that coffin. A female at the college. There were a lot of special rules in place because of you. It was fascinating to watch you. Whenever you entered the gym in a hurry, Leona kept his eyes on you. He made it seem like he did not care, but he did. He was waiting for his turn to get to know you. 

"Oof, this sucks!" You whined as you tripped over your own foot, "Why do I get stuck jogging around the track while everyone gets to practice broom flying?!"

"Because you have no magic," Leona said with a yawn, hiding behind the benches. He watched as you flinched, "Back here."

"Uh, I don't think the teacher would like you sleeping during class."

"I'm doing yoga," Leona lied as he closed his eyes once more. You glanced back at the others before sneaking behind the benches,

"I don't think we properly met. I'm (Y/N), I think I remember you were napping in the greenhouse, right?"

"Hmm....That's right, you were with those fools," Leona muttered before slowly sitting up, "So, in your world, do you always approach strangers?"

"Huh?" You grew flustered, "I mean, it's not...safe, but well...I'm not exactly in my world and this is all super interesting." You explained. Leona was observing you,

"Likewise." He yawned, laying back down, "You seem like a tolerable herbivore."

"Haha, that's different, but I'll assume it's a good thing," You noticed his ears and tail. This was Scar, "Is it okay if I visit? I'd like to get to know more about you all and this place."

        Leona resisted a chuckle as he replied with a simple, 'sure'. He wasn't going to admit that he was interested in knowing more about you. Perhaps you would entertain him.

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        Eventually you got to understand more of this world you now lived in. Everyone was kind enough to talk to you and help you with classes, everyone expect Leona. He always brought out the worst of you. Leona was smart, but he always managed to convince you to laze around and worry about stuff later. It was hard because you liked him. You easily listened to him and did what he said.

        Just like now. You had some questions about a certain dream you had about Leona's world, or at least the Disney world you know of. You wanted to ask him some questions, but here you were, sitting on the floor. Leona was on his bed, snoring away. He had, once again, convinced you to be lazy and sleep.

"Leona," You whispered, leaning against his bed.

        Leona let out a grunt, turning towards you. His bright emerald eyes made you melt. Leona was so beautiful. Sometimes, you were lucky that you were the only female on campus. You watched as Leona gave his usual irritated look. He reached his hand out,

"I'm trying to nap," He grumbled. You gave him a soft pout,

"But-"

"Nap with me." 

        You immediately felt you cheeks burn. Leona must have read your mind because he snickered. He pulled you onto his bed, holding you on top of him. You could feel your heart racing a mile a minute. There you were, sitting on Leona's lap. He just stared into your eyes.

"Well, aren't you brave for a herbivore."

"Y-You're the one who pulled me up here!" You huffed. Leona hummed tiredly, rubbing circles around your waist, "H-Hey....that..."

"I quite like this reaction,"

        Leona kept his eyes on you as you began to tremble from his touch. This was something he could get used to. Something that was new. He was already enjoying the fact that you were breaking one of the rules for him. As the only female on campus, you were not allowed to go to any of the other dorms alone. It was deemed too dangerous, you had to have Grim or one of the teachers with you. So the fact that you kept coming alone to see Leona was enough for him to want to keep you.

        You were a pleasant part of his day. Leona actually enjoyed your company. You were also one of the only people to actual allow him to do what he wanted. It was a nice change of pace. Returning his attention to you, Leona was enjoying your expressions. Perhaps this would be a good time to make you his. If you could not go back to your world, Leona would be more than willing to take you back to his.

"You're not stopping me," Leona whispered. You glanced down at him, avoiding his stare,

"W-Well.,..It feels good," You muttered under your breathe.

        Leona chuckled lowly as he started to grind his hips against yours. You gasped lowly, biting your lower lip as you moved along with him. How lovely. Leona glanced down at your skirt, feeling his pants getting damp. Now this was entertaining. Leona held you hips and motioned you to get closer to his face. You, being his cute obedient partner, did so.

"You like this too?" He whispered. You muffled a moan, your damp panties rubbing against his bulge,

"Y-Yes,"

        You gasped as Leona held your waist down. You leaned towards his lips, giving him a light peck. It wasn't fair how he got to have his fun. The least you could do was steal a kiss from the so called King. Leona seemed to have liked your reaction. He immediately reached for your head and kissed you again. It felt like you hurt his pride when you went to kiss him first. Leona would never admit it, but he hated stuff like that. It was cute.

        Leona sat up with you, licking the inside of your mouth for dominance. He easily won due to his strength. You whimpered a moan into the kiss as his grinding got faster. The pool between your legs staining his pants. Each time the tip of his bulge rubbed against your clothed pussy, you felt another jolt travel up your spine. You were getting close to the knot in your stomach to blow. You needed that release. Leona must have sensed it since he started to dry hump faster.

"If I wasn't so tired, perhaps we can be a little more...intimate," He said, thinking about his words carefully. You moaned lowly, not wanting anyone in the other rooms to hear you,

"T-This is you tired?" You buried your head into his shoulder. Leona licked his lips as he bit down against your neck,

"You interrupted my nap."

"L-Leona," You moaned, reaching your orgasm. Leona held your hips tightly as he shook for a moment,

"Interrupted my nap and made a mess," He grumbled, sucking on your neck, "You owe me,"

"Haha, yes your highness," You teased, panting softly for air.

        Leona fixed your hair, laying back down with you in his grasp. He inhaled deeply, nuzzling his head into your neck. You tried to escape, complaining about washing up, but Leona ignored your cries. Instead, he reached down and pulled your panties off, throwing them across the room. You squeaked in response and grabbed his blanket to cover your skirt. Leona chuckled lowly, closing his eyes for a nap. He was going to enjoy having you by his side.