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YOU'RE A SUNFLOWER! 🕷️ SPIDERMAN!JAKE FALLING FOR YOU

𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗬──── your superhero love story with spiderman jake

❪ 𝑃𝑅𝐸𝐶𝑖𝑆 ❫ ｡ spiderman!jake x f!r 211Owc 𖥔 fluff spiderman au ── 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 mentions of fighting injuries kissing skinship 愛／ CATALOGUE

する ܃ this was supposed to be out a long time ago, but practicals said no TT

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SPIDERMAN!JAKE who is your caring, obliging and hilarious roommate, with a secret.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE, your endlessly sweet, slightly chaotic, and hilariously dorky roommate, who always seems to be juggling late nights and suspiciously “urgent errands.” you’ve noticed his habit of disappearing at the oddest times, but jake always comes back with an excuse and that charming, slightly guilty smile of his. what you don’t know is that his “errands” involve swinging across the city in his spider-man suit, battling villains, and saving lives.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who quickly changes into his normal civilian clothes before you can walk in and catch him red handed in his spiderman suit. he prays you wouldn't make too much of the still open window, his sparsely webbed fingers and the cold beads of sweat forming on his neck and forehead, as you walk in through his door, greeting him.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who always seems to know when you're low, when you need him. it's uncanny really, you don't know how he always shows up with his pretty face and that boyish, contagious smile, knocking on your door with chocolates and an impromptu movie plan. “rough day?” he smiles so warmly at you, as you welcome him in.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE sits next to you in every class, it's like you're becoming best friends with him. and sometimes, he's extremely late to class and the students giggle at his funny excuses to the professor— “my alarm clock broke” or “got in a fight with my window,” he jokes, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as the class bursts into laughter. but when SPIDERMAN!JAKE runs up to you after those awkward excuses to be allowed into the lecture, he plops down next to you and pulls out a sweet treat everytime, an apology gift for being late, you must have missed him all this time!

SPIDERMAN!JAKE, who disappears at the weirdest times. you’ll be in the middle of a conversation, and suddenly he’s mumbling something about an errand and bolting out the door. “be back in a few!” he shouts, leaving you confused and a little suspicious.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who's your one call away. just a missed call or single concerning text from you and he drops everything, everything to be by your side and make sure you're okay. he doesn't care if he's in utmost danger, he'll always find a way back to you, “i’ll be there in a minute,” he promises, and within moments, he’s stumbling through your door, still catching his breath, hair disheveled, making up some vague excuse about losing track of time.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who's just so kind to the point it's infuriating. he always carries your bags and books after each class, brings you sweet treats and buys you soft plushies when you're feeling low, he offers to do your assignments at times when you're overworked. even at the perfect times, jake always has a granola bar inside his pockets when you're hungry.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who has had nothing but heart eyes for you since the day that he laid his eyes on you.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who tries not to let out a sly grin whenever he’s surrounded by faint whispers and giggles from his classmates or strangers about impressive rescues from the amazing spiderman. he loves his undercover state at times when his friends come up to him all excited, “bro did you news last night? spiderman was awesome!” , “yeah he's my hero!” and jake feels utterly proud and content with what he does to keep his city safe. but then there's you.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who first noticed you in the hallway, laughing with your friends, casual and confident, seemingly unimpressed by all the talk about the city’s newest hero. “what's so special about spiderman anyways?” you scoffed and rolled your eyes, as you walked by, your tone so nonchalant it made jake pause mid-step. he could see the others around you giggling and excited, but you? you didn’t even bat an eye at his name.

it stung SPIDERMAN!JAKE in a way he wasn't used to. everyone else idolized spiderman, a token of hope and strength of the city. but you? you were indifferent to it all, and he couldn't help but feel butterflies in his stomach. he would love a little chase.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who would start to have a little crush on you, and being a hopeless romantic and being a mildly awkward, superpowered guy— he did what he could, appearing all so suddenly when you would least expect it. “bump into you” at random times like when you were collecting your books from your locker for the next class, and just when you close it, SPIDERMAN!JAKE is already leaning against it, a coy smirk playing on his lips. he tries to act nonchalant, as if his heart isn't beating a million miles per hour right now, as if he didn't take down a villian last night. “hey” he’d greet you with a grin, eyes shining with curiosity. “you said something about spiderman earlier. got an opinion on him now?” you glanced at him, raising an eyebrow at him, “what? you're his biggest fan?” SPIDERMAN!JAKE would giggle nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as he mumbles out, “nah, just wondering if maybe you’ve changed your mind. you know, given all the... cool stuff spiderman does.” “still seems overrated to me!” you reply, shooting him a quick smile before returning to your class.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE couldn’t help it—his heart skipped a beat. you didn’t idolize spiderman. you didn’t worship him. you didn’t need to. and yet, that simple lack of interest made him want to know more about you.

and so fast forward to now SPIDERMAN!JAKE has developed relationships with you, and developed feelings about you at bay. he never thought of sharing a room with you, laughing and spending time after class with you or sometimes, sharing a tense eye contact with you. the one which wants him to kiss you right then, right there.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who in the middle of the night, stares up at his spiderman mask, feeling guilty for keeping you in the dark for so long.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who prays and prays that you will finally take a liking to spiderman, and that you will like the real, superhero him.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who's so overprotective of you, and he doesn't even realize it. you always wonder how he arrives just in 5 minutes after you just sent him a, “stuck at a party, come pick me up?” text. maybe he's just too fast? or maybe he's beating up creepy guys who tried to hit on you just to the next alley, you just don't know yet.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who comes late at night one day, adamant to go meet with your lousy, insufficient ex. and when you know about it, it's already late. jake’s already made him learn a lesson right after his mission. he looks at with puppy eyes, his glossy and sorrowful eyes reciprocating your worried, upset ones. “was it really necessary?” you whisper, gently tending to his wounds all over his face, as you look down at jake. “sorry, you didn't deserve that from him, that's all,” jake sighs, already too mesmerized by your face staring at him, too addicted to your honey touch on his skin. and as you see jake getting all guilty for his actions, you don't think much about it and press a quick, feathery kiss on his cheeks.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE whose eyes become wide and jaws hang low as you kiss his cheeks. you, kissed him? “thanks jake,” you mumble, a mellow blush creeping onto your cheeks. “d-dont thank me,” jake stutters as his whole face flushes up, he moves his hand up to capture your wrist, softly pressing it against your cheeks.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who swings around the city in joy the next day, who's so confident to confess to you now. he's super sure you'd like him back. maybe as spiderman too.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who spots you easily when returning home one night, still in his spiderman suit. you're alone, looking uncomfortable as you walk down the street. but there's no one around you, maybe you're just cold? but he doesn't think about it much before he swings down, gathers you in his arms and makes his way to your shared dormitory with him.

you gasp as SPIDERMAN!JAKE takes you along with him in the air, you feel like you're almost flying. he blushes under his mark as he feels you holding on to him. “but i didn't want…your help,” you mumble as he puts you down on your balcony. “a pretty girl like you shouldn't be cold outside, and it's my job to keep you safe!” you see the superhero giggle, patting his shoulder all by himself. “but how'd you know where i live?” you question, eyes narrowing. oh well, jake wasn't prepared for that. he clears his throat, “well, spiderman knows everything!” “well maybe not everything ‘cause…this is my roomate jake’s room not mine.” SPIDERMAN!JAKE gulps.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE tries to say something, but words are caught up in his throat. but before he could even comprehend, you step forward, and pull up his mask, revealing the handsome face of your roommate indeed.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who is stunned, didn't expect to reveal his true identity like this.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE, who’s now standing frozen on your balcony, watches as the realization dawns on your face. his heart races in his chest, a mixture of panic and anticipation swirling within him as you look at him, then back at the mask in your hand. “you really are terrible at keeping secrets, you know that?” you say, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. jake stammers, his usual confidence gone. “i-i can explain,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “it’s just... i didn’t mean for you to find out like this. its not exactly how i planned—” “you planned for me to find out?” you interrupt, stepping closer. his blush deepens, and he’s never been more thankful for the night sky to hide the embarrassment creeping up his neck.

“not really. i mean, yes. no. i don’t know!” SPIDERMAN!JAKE groans, running a hand through his hair. “i just... i wanted to tell you eventually. it’s not easy being spiderman and your roommate, okay?” you can’t help but laugh softly at how flustered he looks. “you’re ridiculous, you know that? swinging me around the city like some kind of superhero, and then you drop me off here, your balcony, not even realizing it.”

SPIDERMAN!JAKE’s eyes widen. “wait—did you at least enjoy the swinging?” you hesitate, biting back a smile. “it wasn’t terrible, i guess.” “not terrible,’ huh?” he teases, a bit of his usual charm slipping back into his voice. “that’s practically a glowing review coming from you.” you roll your eyes but step closer again, the space between you almost nonexistent. “you’re lucky you’re cute, jake.” jake blinks, momentarily stunned, his mouth opening and closing like he’s trying to form words but failing miserably. “wait, what?” “don’t make me say it again,” you murmur, and before he can even process it, you grab the front of his suit and pull him down, pressing your lips to his.

for a moment SPIDERMAN!JAKE is too shocked to react, but then he melts into the kiss, his hands instinctively finding your waist, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. the world seems to fade away—the late-night city noise, the cool breeze brushing against your skin, even the fact that you’re standing on a balcony. it’s just you and jake, and for once, he feels like he doesn’t need to hide. when you finally pull away, his face is flushed, his lips slightly parted as he looks at you with a dazed expression. “wow,” he breathes, blinking rapidly. “so, uh... does this mean you forgive me for the whole secret spiderman thing?” you smirk, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. “i’ll think about it. but you owe me, big time, spiderman”

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who just can't believe you kissed him, and that you're his now.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who visits you in the middle of the night when he says he'd be away, surprising you, both with his presence and a kitten he just saved.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who takes you out on dates but in a special way, swinging all around the nightlife of the glowing city with you in his arms.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who loves you, and only you, who promises to fight everyone just for you.

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blackenedsnow · 8 months ago

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I have never requested before I hope I'm doing this right. You can feel free to ignore this.

But can I have Billy and stu (separate or together is your choice), Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Micheal Myers (original or Rz are your choice), Jason Voorhees, Norman Bates, and Billy Lenz. You don't have to do all. I don't really care who or how much you do. But them with a reader who takes care of their younger sibling. Kinds like the oldest sibling being a parent of their younger sibling

You can choose the age and gender but I would prefer a male and 4 year old kid but it doesn't matter. I just haven't really seen much of this and would really like more. I love your writing btw. Again you don't really have to do this and I feel like this request is long but just wanted to write it

slashers with a reader who takes care of their younger sibling ; headcanons

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Billy Loomis x Reader, Stu Macher x Reader, Bubba Sawyer x Reader, Thomas Hewitt x Reader, Michael Myers x Reader, Jason Voorhees x Reader, Norman Bates x Reader, Billy Lenz x Reader

NOTE: I’m so glad you love my writing! Your request is perfect, and I really enjoyed putting this together for you. Hope you enjoy!

BILLY LOOMIS

At first, Billy's not sure what to think.

Kids are loud and messy, not really his thing, but he’s intrigued by how seriously you take your role as a caretaker.

He gets protective over both you and your little sibling in his own way.

He doesn’t interact with the child much but will keep an eye on them, especially if things seem off.

Billy admires your strength and responsibility

He didn’t grow up in the best family environment, so seeing you take on that parental role makes him respect you even more.

If you ever need help with your sibling, he’s reluctant but won’t say no.

He’ll watch over your little sibling in his way—just don’t expect him to read bedtime stories.

STU MACHER

Stu doesn't really care for kids, but your little sibling is an exception.

He’s the chaotic big brother type, always joking around, making silly faces, and playing rough

...in a way your sibling enjoys.

He’s surprisingly great at distracting your sibling when you need a break, even if it involves a bit too much sugar or wild games.

Stu admires how you handle your responsibilities, but he’s also the type to encourage you to let loose and have fun with your little sibling.

He'll say something like

"Being a big sibling can be fun too, y'know!"

Sometimes, he’ll get your sibling involved in harmless pranks—nothing too serious, just enough to make you roll your eyes at the bullshit.

BUBBA SAWYER

Bubba has a natural, gentle side that shows around your little sibling.

He’s great with kids because of his own childlike nature and will immediately want to help you out with your sibling.

He’s protective but in a soft, nurturing way.

He’ll help with basic care—making sure your sibling eats, plays safely, and feels comfortable.

Watching you care for your sibling touches something deep in Bubba.

Family is everything to him, and seeing you take on that role makes him feel connected to you on a more emotional level.

Your little sibling will probably love Bubba’s playful, kind-hearted nature, and they’d get along well

Almost like having a second big sibling!

THOMAS HEWITT

Thomas is awkward around your little sibling at first.

He’s not used to kids, and his intimidating presence might scare the child a bit.

Once you show him how to be gentle, though, Thomas is (not surprisingly) good at it.

He’s careful and protective, and though he’s not talkative, his actions speak volumes.

He respects your role as the older sibling and quietly supports you in whatever way he can.

He’ll help carry your sibling, fix things for them, and even craft toys if necessary.

Thomas feels a sense of admiration for how you juggle being a caregiver.

It reminds him of the family dynamic he grew up in, where responsibility was a big part of survival.

MICHAEL MYERS

Michael is eerily silent around your little sibling, but he watches the way you care for them with curiosity.

He doesn’t fully understand the concept of caring for someone, but he’s fascinated by your commitment.

He won’t actively interact with your sibling, and in some strange way, he becomes protective of both you and the child

Like he’s observing a small piece of humanity that he’s long forgotten.

Michael doesn’t interact much with your sibling, but if anyone or anything threatens them, Michael steps in without hesitation.

He’s drawn to your strength as an older sibling.

It doesn’t make him soft, but it earns you a twisted sense of respect in his mind.

JASON VOORHEES

Jason has a soft spot for children due to his own troubled childhood.

When he sees how much you care for your little sibling, it stirs something in him.

He’s fiercely protective, acting as a silent guardian over both you and your sibling.

He doesn’t speak, but his presence is always there, watching to make sure nothing bad happens.

Your little sibling isn’t scared of Jason for long.

Once they see how Jason watches over you, they warm up to him.

Jason might even offer small gestures of kindness, like finding things in the woods for your sibling to play with.

Jason admires your strength and responsibility, seeing you as a protector like himself.

It forms a quiet bond between the three of you.

NORMAN BATES

Norman is gentle and polite around your little sibling, offering to help with anything that might make things easier for you.

He’s fascinated by the idea of family dynamics and your role as both sibling and parental figure.

It reminds him of his relationship with his own mother, in a twisted way.

Norman tries to make things comfortable for your sibling, offering snacks or games to keep them occupied.

He’s surprisingly good at calming your sibling down during tantrums.

However, there’s always a sense of unease around Norman.

His overprotectiveness can feel stifling at times, especially when he becomes too involved in your sibling’s care, as though he sees you as part of his own family.

BILLY LENZ

Billy is unpredictable, and your little sibling might be a bit nervous around him at first.

Billy has strange behavior, but he never intentionally tries to scare your sibling.

He doesn’t understand kids well, but once he realizes how important your sibling is to you, Billy makes an effort to be less creepy around then.

There’s a strange protectiveness that comes over Billy when he sees you caring for your sibling.

It’s almost like he’s trying to impress you by not being chaotic around the child.

He’ll watch your little sibling from a distance, occasionally making weird, quiet noises, but he’ll stay back unless you need help.

If anyone threatens you or your sibling, though, Billy’s unpredictable nature can quickly become dangerous.

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yeonmuse · 3 months ago

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SYNOPSIS — Park Sunghoon doesn’t usually like involving himself with those at Chaconne academy, but when he finds out his little sister’s music teacher attends and she starts getting a little too close she forces him to let his guard down. Now he’s gotta juggle new people and new emotions entering his life and she’s got to face her past in order to hold tight to him and her future.

ᥫ᭡ f!reader x Park Sunghoon ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, angst non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are closed] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary 🎻

⍣ ೋ AUTHORS NOTES . Strong angst themes, slow burn but mostly fluff. I’m not sure where this idea had come from considering I have 4 unfinished series out right now but I wrote this in 4 days so lets fucking go i guess??? Includes Choi Yeonjun, Bae Jinyoung, Kim Sunwoo, Jung Wooyoung, Shen Ricky, Xu Jiaqi and Asaya Jurin. Wc is 4.1k

Chaconne Academy was one of the many elitist schools in the district, your typical run of the mill prissy assholes that felt they were better than everyone else simply because they’d paid a higher price for their education. Those that attended had either been scouted and recruited by the board while anyone other than those that worked hard to get in, were born into nepotism. Born into the wealth of the school or simply owed favors by the dean and those on the board. Though where exactly did that leave you? You were the absolute opposite type of what the school had been looking for, though very talented and passionate when it came to music you werent exactly the vibrant type. You were fairly quiet, you’d only talked to those you absolutely had to, otherwise you would be compelled to spill your guts once you truly got to know someone. You rarely liked to stand out amongst the crowd because truth be told you completely hated attention. Though when it came to writing and composing music or holding a mic in your hand that was where you absolutely shined. In high school you grabbed attention occasionally, many finding you pretty but almost immediately losing interest when they found that you rarely talked. You were never the type that liked to dwell in the spotlight.

You certainly weren't rich nor had you been scouted by anyone so how exactly had your father pulled enough strings to have gotten you into such a highly praised academy? You weren’t exactly sure nor had you cared because you had finally found yourself a group of people you knew would understand you amongst all, or at least you thought you had. The pictures and virtual tour had done no justice to the school itself, not only was it huge, but it was absolutely breathtaking, its outdated castle-like exterior contrasted to its much more modern interior. The visuals certainly lived up to the expectations that had been set by the school's reputation itself. Having been busy taking in your surroundings you found yourself quite distracted, maybe a little too distracted, seemingly unaware of the red haired man hurdling right towards you on his skateboard immediately knocking you off your feet.

“Shit, I'm sorry.’’ Scrambling to his feet he helps you up, holding onto your hand a little longer than he should have been , turning the already embarrassing encounter much more awkward than needed.

“I didn’t see you, I’m sorry. I didn’t hurt you or anything right”

“Aside from the embarrassment of being ran over and knocked down in the middle of the corridor completely fine, nothing hurt, nothings broken.’’ You reassure him, making him let out a relieved sigh.

“Actually now that I think about it I don’t think i’ve seen you here at all.’’

“That’s because i'm new.’’

“Ah I should have known, since there aren’t many of us here it’s easy to remember the faces of those that attend, and I know for a fact yours is one I wouldn’t have forgotten.’’ there's a flirtatious undertone to his words, making you look away which hadn’t gone unnoticed by him.

“I’m Yeonjun by the way.’’

“Yn’’

A silence lingers between the two of you momentarily after your self introductions, the silent streak only having been broken when Yeonjuns name is called from behind you, making his eyes finally redirect from you who stood in front of him to a group standing behind you.

Four other guys and two girls stood in the entranceway of the hallway, seemingly waiting for Yeonjun to Join them.

“One second.’’ His attention returns to you as he once again makes sure that you’re okay from the fall.Truth be told you were more embarrassed than anything and just grateful that no one had been there to witness the collision

“I’m fine, it looks like your friends are waiting for you and i’ve got to check in with the dean.’’

“Good luck with that, oh and let’s not tell her about our little collision, I don’t need another lecture from her about skating in the halls again.’’ he inquired, sheepishly scratching at the nape of his neck.

“Your secrets safe with me.’’

“I’ll see you around. Goodluck on your first day yeah?’’

“Thanks.’’ without another word he’d picked up his skateboard and gone to join the others, leaving you alone once again. It was then that you realized you’d completely missed the opportunity to ask him where the dean's office had been. Which meant you were now completely fucked and left with no chance of finding it without roaming the entire building. You’d roamed for what felt like an hour but had only been a mere ten minutes, eventually getting yourself lost.

“I should have asked him for directions.’’ a sigh slipped past your lips and you’re immediately startled as you hear someone speak up from behind you.

“Are you lost or something?’’

“Is it that obvious?’’

“Well the “i should have asked him for directions” and the fact that you’re in the guys dormitories which is restricted to the girls are kind of gave it away.’’ you mentally facepalm, taking a mental note of the information he’d just given you before turning to face the owner of the voice that had startled you only a moment ago.

“You must be the new girl Yeonjun told everyone about.’’

“Already? We only just met a few minutes ago?’’

“Word travels fast here, especially if Choi Yeonjun is the man given the information. So by now nearly half the school knows about you.’’

“Great.’’

“I’m assuming you’re looking for the dean's office then? And in that case you’re in the wrong building. This is building B, Building A is where the courses take place and where the dean's office is located, Building C are the girls dormitories.”

“Where are those exactly?’’ you felt bad for having to bombard him with so many questions though he on the other hand didn’t seem to mind.

“Luckily i’m on my way to soccer practice so I don’t mind showing you.’’

“Seriously? You really don’t mind?’’

“I’m headed that way anyways, what’s your name by the way Yeonjun conveniently forgot to pass on that information.’’

“Yn, it’s yn”

“Well welcome to Chaconne y/n i’m Sunwoo.’’

“There's no way you just let her walk past you like that? She’s been giving you the eyes for a month now.” jakes eyes trailed behind Kim Yuna like a cat following a laser beam. Kim Yuna had set her eyes on Sunghoon the moment he’d arrived at the school but as of recent she’d found herself growing more bold with her efforts. Subtle glances and greetings in the hallway had turned into not so subtle flirting, eye batting and seduction attempts, all of which Sunghoon paid no mind. Truth be told, aside from the very few people he’d been close to, he didn't care to get to know anyone else at the school. Not only was it pointless, but every single one of them were the same aside from a handful of people, all spoiled and spoon fed their entire lives, completely entitled. Sunghoon himself had also been well off, though he differed in the fact that he didn’t flaunt his money or use it as an excuse to treat people anyway he wanted. He’d treated them all the same, he simply didn’t care for any of them nor had he desired being close to any of them.

“I don’t know why you expected him to show any interest all of a sudden when he’s never given her the time of day no matter how many times Yunas attempted to flirt with him.’’ Jay interrupts, his focus solely on tuning his guitar in hand while Jake continues to whine in disbelief that Sunghoon had let such an opportunity pass him by.

Sunghoon on the other hand had paid him no mind. Glasses perched up on the bridge of his nose, fingers clicking away at his keyboard he’d chosen to simply ignore the latter. He’d grown used to Jake's whining and complaining by now, having known both him and Jake since middle school when their parents had all forced them to attend a shared event. They had all been thirteen at the time, each of them having bonded over dropping frogs in the punch bowl, every one of them having been scolded to the gods for ruining the entire event. They had all been friends ever since.

“He hasn’t given one girl a chance since we’ve gotten here, it’s scary. Wait or are you just not into girls- because you know if you’d rather a dude then that’s okay too.’’ Sunghoon, finally looking up from his computer gives Jake a stern look, one that blatantly read ‘what the hell is wrong with you’ But of course Jake simply ignored it.

“You know sometimes with you, I swear the stores are open but no one's shopping.” Jay retorts, making Jakes brows furrowed in confusion.

“Whatever the hell that means.’’

After what felt like an hour long talk with the dean you had settled into your dormitory. Since classes had already started that meant you’d not yet met your roommates but you were praying to every god known to man that they’d be someone you got along with. Today having been your first day arriving both you and the dean had set today’s priorities on you having gotten all moved in and used to the school. You on the other hand had found comfort in Sunwoo, and rather than get lost trying to find your way through the school all alone, you’d rather take your chances asking him to show you around. Until then that left you with nothing to do other than organize your room and job search. After two hours of room decorating and screaming Shinees entire discography at the top of your lungs, you’d eventually showered and sat yourself at the dining room table, scrolling through job after job until you eventually set your eyes on one that piqued your interest.

“Music teacher wanted.”

“We’re looking for someone to teach our youngest daughter about music. Recently she’s taken an interest in instruments we know nothing about. She’s also taken an interest in composing and note writing and we’re looking for an experienced professional, pay would be 200 dollars an hour.’’

Your eyes had nearly fallen from your face upon reading the price, 200 an hour simply to teach a kid music? They had to be either absolutely crazy or extremely wealthy. Either way you didn’t truly care because you’d apply with or without having known such information. Truth be told you’d never taught anyone professionally your entire life. The closest you’d gotten to teaching anyone was when you taught your little cousin how to play guitar hero at the age of eight.

You’d taught yourself to play nearly every instrument known to man, so how difficult could it be teaching someone else, let alone a child?

Your gaze snapped away from your laptop to the door as you heard it swing open and in came two girls yelling about where they should go out for dinner. As if finally seeming to have realized you had been sitting there they’d stopped dead in their tracks, one of them giving you a smile while the other stood rubbing her temples, you assumed it was due to the fact that the other had been screaming only mere seconds before.

“Oh you’re the girl Yeonjun was talking to earlier.’’ the girl that had been yelling moments ago, takes note as the other shuts the door behind them.

“I’m Jiaqi but you can call me jia, this is Jurin”

“Yn, nice to meet you.’’

“Jia the girl just got here, can you maybe not talk her ear off?’’

“I haven’t even said or asked anything yet?’’

“Yeah but I knew it was coming.’’

“Honestly I don’t mind, since we’re all gonna be sharing this space I don’t mind answering any questions you have.’’ you respond while closing your laptop, making jiaqis' nose scrunch up as she turns to Jurin.

“See rin, She doesn’t mind.” she retorts, an all knowing tone before turning her attention back to you

“We were just about to head out for lunch did you want to join us?’’

“Sure, just let me change into something less, homey.’’ you respond, glancing down at your outfit before standing from your seat at the table, earning a laugh from Jiaqi.

The rest of the day had gone by smoothly, you and the girls had taken the time out to get to know one another and you’d found out that you all had a few things in common. Similar music tastes, the same favorite ice cream flavor, you’d even find out that you and Jurin had attended the same middle school and just never crossed paths.

Sunghoon had arrived back home, happy to finally be back and get his much needed break from the classes and constant eyes on him. Even if it was a mere two days away he was grateful every time the weekend had come around, it meant no alarms and no agonizing drive from the campus and back. Though he could have made it far easier on himself and gotten a dorm, he'd rather take the drive back and forth from home to campus, rather than be forced to share a room with someone he knew he couldn’t bother getting to know.

“Oh good you’re here.’’ Sunghoons mom enters his room, poking her earring through her ear as she steps inside.

“Your father and I have to attend an emergency meeting, but Yoari’s new music teacher should be on her way soon, we left her instructions on the coffee table, and the money to pay her is in the safe, we told security to let her into the gate when she arrives just check up on her and your sister every now and then.’’

“You got her a teacher?’’

“Well yes, she wanted to learn music so we put up an ad two days ago.’’

“You hired a stranger to teach her when you could have gotten me or Jay?”

“You and Jay are not professionals sweetheart, and we’d rather you focus on your own classes and studies, we’ve been over this.’’

“So we’re just letting a stranger in the house and you haven’t even met them yet.’’ His mother opens his mouth to respond but their conversation is cut short when his father calls out, warning her that the two would be late which prompts her to give him a reassuring look and kiss on the forehead before leaving his room.

It wasn’t that Sunghoon didn’t like the idea of his little sister learning music, it was the simple fact that his parents hadn’t even bothered to get to know whoever it was they had hired. He loved his little sister more than anything, he’d been protective of her since the day she was born and he got to hold her in his arms for the first time. Of course he wanted to see his little sister happy and learning music but not with a absolute stranger when he or Jay were completely capable.

A ring at the door interrupts his thoughts and he assumes it's the unknown music teacher that his parents had hired. Making his way down the stairs, he finds that the door had already been open and his eight year old sister stood in the doorway across from who he assumed was the music teacher.

“Hi sweetheart, um where are your parents?’’

“Yoari what’d we tell you about opening the door for people you don’t know?’’ Sunghoon interrupts, taking his descend down the stairs and over to the door.

“But it’s just my teacher.’’

“Still you don’t know her.’’ Sunghoon eyes the girl watching as her lips pressed into a thin line while she observed the interaction between the two.

The tour of the house had been awkward to say the least, you’d been meeting the guy for the first time and you could already feel the atmosphere become tense. From the very moment you’d entered to the moment your tour around the home ended he’d been cold towards you. You hadn’t expected the guy to be overly nice but neither did you expect him to completely shut you out either. Before she could even think she’d spoken the words that sat at the edge of her brain from the moment she’d set eyes on him.

“You look really young for someone that has a kid” He’d immediately stopped reading the directions and gave her a look that made her wish the ground would swallow her whole.

“That’s because she’s my sister.’’ Oh? Now you have gone from wanting the ground to swallow you whole to wanting to completely disappear from the universe itself.

“Oh.’’ While you had been fighting back your embarrassment, Sunghoon who found your reaction amusing had been forcing back a laugh.

Your first practice had gone fairly well, today you’d been teaching Yoari one of the many instruments on her parents lists that she had been eager to play, the violin. Yoari had caught on quite fast, it made you realize how much children had advanced since when you were her age, it’d taken you an entire year to learn to play the violin and she’d caught on as if it had been something she’d been doing for her entire life.

“That was amazing Yoari, you read the notes pretty well so i’ll give you one of the songs and we can try and play that next, let’s see how far you can read and work on what you can’t.” as you placed the music in front of her the sound of your stomach growling cut through the silence like a knife. A giggle spills from the little girl's lips and you clear your throat, feeling embarrassed for the second time today.

“Maybe let’s take a short little break.’’

You left Yoari alone momentarily, making your way up the stairs and trying your best to remember where Sunghoon had told you his room had been when he’d given the tour. Eventually you stumbled across his door and knocked softly, receiving no response. After knocking again and earning not a peep you quietly turn the knob and push the door open. You found Sunghoon sitting at his window with headphones on and a notepad in hand. Now there you stood calling his name and flailing your arms around like an idiot trying to get his attention. Luckily he’d sensed your presence and caught sight of you out of the corner of his eye.

“Did you need something?’’ He finally acknowledges your presence, pulling his headphones off his ears and having them rest on his neck, allowing you to faintly hear the song he’d been listening to.

“You listen to wisp?’’ your eyes widened with disbelief, and for a moment Sunghoon's stoic expression contorted into one of disbelief.

“You know them?’’

“Well yeah i’ve got every song, even made my own hard copy on record of the latest album.’’

“A record? You still use those?’’ He responds, earning an eye roll and a scoff from you.

“Yes I do. And I'm not the only one by the way, vinyls are making a comeback.’’A smile ghosts on his face, yet it falls as fast as it appears. A silence lingered between the two of you for a moment and the only thing breaking it once again was the sound of your stomach.

“I was supposed to ask you about the kitchen, but.’’

“Your stomach beat you to it.’’ You didn’t even know what to say, you knew it was a natural thing but the fact that it had been so loud was agonizingly embarrassing. Without a word he stands from his spot at the window and makes his way towards the door, leaving you to follow.

Sunghoon wasn’t sure what made him decide to cook for you, he’d chalked it up to himself also being hungry and his sister also needing something to eat. He still didn’t fully trust you, after all he knew absolutely nothing about you other than you seemed to get embarrassed easily.

“so..do you play?’’

“What?’’

“The instruments, do you play? I’m only assuming since your parents already had the instruments here, the job didn’t require me bringing my own.’’ for a moment Sunghoon just sat there, his lips pressed into a thin line, he wasn’t exactly a talker and right now you seemed to be pushing those boundaries.

“He’s been playing since he was six.’’ His little sister includes herself in the conversation, perching herself up on the stool right in the middle of you and Sunghoon.

“Oh? So music just runs in this family?’’ you respond playfully looking over at Sunghoon who still seemed very much closed off to you.

“Mm no mom and dad hate it, they only let us play because they know it’s what we love to do.’’ the little girl continues, while Sunghoon just took the opportunity to continue eating, leaving you to eye him curiously. It was obvious that while Yoari liked you he still hadn’t fully warmed up to you yet.

“My mom hated music too, she’d say that all of it was just noise.’’ you don’t know why you suddenly felt the need to spill your guts to an eight year old girl and her brother who you weren’t even sure was listening but here you were.

“The only reason I was allowed to play growing up was because of my dad, he’d buy me all the latest cds and pay for my lessons, he’d work extra shifts just to pay for my first violin.”

“Your dad sounds cool!’’ Yoari responds enthusiastically, spaghetti sauce smeared on her face as she continues to eat while listening.

“Yeah he is, he gave up everything just to make sure that his only daughter didn’t give up on her dream even if that meant-’’ You paused realizing you’d dug a little too deep into the details of your own life. Leaving not only Yoari to look at you curiously but Sunghoon as well.

“Meant what?’’ Yoari asks curiously, her doe eyes staring straight up at you as she waits for you to finish your sentence.

“Even if it meant I get to teach someone as amazing, and talented as you Yoari.’’ you fake a smile, a smile that was enough to fool Yoari, but Sunghoon saw straight through it. He didn’t question it though, after all the two of you had only met today and it wasn’t his business to involve himself.

You’d eventually return to your dorm to find not only Jurin and Jiaqi but the others that had been waiting for Yeonjun on your first day. They had all sat in your living room screaming over what looked like a game of Uno.

“Oh yn you’re back.’’ Jurin was the first to realize you’d been back, making everyone's attention fall upon you.

“Hey, it’s my collision buddy.’’ Yeonjun greets you, making you cringe at the name.

“Collision buddy?’’

“Almost ran over her on my skateboard her first day.’’

“You idiot didn’t the dean tell you you’d be scrapping the gum off the desks if she caught you skating in the corridor again?’’

“Well it’s a good thing she didn’t catch me then isn’t it.’’

Jiaqi jogs over to you, locking her arm with yours. She takes you over to the group and introduces you. In addition to learning Jiaqi and Jurin you could finally put names to each face you’d learned, Aside from Yeonjun you’d found out their names were Wooyoung, Ricky, and Jinyoung. After having gotten to know each of them you’d clicked with all of them pretty well, or that was until yet another round of Uno began and all hell broke loose. That night ended with your newfound friends yelling over the game and eventually deciding it was best you all never played uno again.

On the other side of town Sunghoon sat quietly at the piano absentmindedly pressing his fingers against the keys. After the conversation in the kitchen and seeing how well you’d treated his sister he began to have second thoughts about you. Maybe he’d judged you too soon, maybe you were someone that would be good for his sister? He’d found himself thinking about you for the rest of the night, most of all he wondered what it was that you had really wanted to say when you had been talking to his sister. What you actually were going to let slip before you’d seem to catch yourself. For the first time he found himself interested in someone else other than himself, Jay, Jake or Yoari.

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k3n-dyll · 11 months ago

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☆Strawberry Crush

Warnings...18+, wlw, loser!Ellie, fem!reader, a few reader descriptions based on the song (lipgloss, nails - nothing body/skin/hair-wise), Ellie is...kind of a stalker, honestly?, porn with a plot, submasc!Ellie, domfem!reader, Ellie is really eager and awkward, sloppy kisses, food play? (strawberry juice is involved), fingering (r!receiving), face sitting, sixty nine

Word Count:3.2k || MDNI Banner Creds. || Donations 4 Palestine

Notes ☆ Kinda hate this but I've had this damn song in my head for fucking weeks and I needed to write something about it (Spotify link in title).Should have done this when my theme was red but fuck it

Ellie's green eyes flit carelessly over the obviously bruised and beaten-up avocado in her hand, turning the bulbous fruit around over and over again as if she's truly considering buying the pitiful thing. There's a slight feeling of mushiness to it that kind of makes the hairs on her arms stand up - whatever poor fuck decides to pick this thing up once she puts it back in its crate is bound to find nothing but brown sludge on the inside.

Each turn of the overripened avocado is accompanied by a 'subtle' look around the market, her gaze fixing to the door each time the little rusted brown bell at the top of the doorframe jingles.

It'd be so embarrassing if she mixed up the time.

Not that this isn't humiliating enough already. Pathetic, even. No one in their right mind drives thirty minutes from home to look this hard, and for this long at an avocado.

On about the fifth bell ring in three minutes she can feel herself getting impatient. Today was Monday, Ellie was sure of that - the farmers from downtown had surely brought freshly picked batches of fruit and vegetables already unless something had gone awry. Maybe she should just head home and stop acting like a fucking crazy person. It's not like the average person keeps on schedule to a T every week. And even if they did, it's worrying that Ellie even knows that schedule. At least this part of it anyway.

Ellie juggles with the thought for a moment but ultimately decides to leave, placing the unfortunate-looking avocado back in its crate. It's just then when that annoying little bell dings again. She knows she shouldn't get her hopes up and yet she can't seem to help herself, looking toward the farmers market entrance to discern who it was that triggered the movement of the brass bell.

The thought that she was just about to leave makes Ellie's stomach turn. She'd have missed you completely. But just like clockwork, every Monday morning, you're here. And just like clockwork, every Monday morning, she gets to see you.

Ellie has given herself every excuse as to why her little habit isn't creepy. She's just trying to hype herself up to actually talk to you, and somehow during that time she also managed to figure out the exact schedule for when fresh produce is brought to this specific market so that she could catch you every Monday doing what you usually do. Buying strawberries.

You like those a lot.

Or, Ellie assumes you do. Why else would you buy them so religiously? Every Monday you come to buy strawberries. Various other things as well but she's noticed you take your time with the berries in particular - inspecting the fruit in each little green basket for at least a few minutes before finding one or two little baskets to buy and take home with you.

Ellie's practiced how to approach you in the mirror in her apartment before leaving the house more times than she'd like to admit, cringing at every little stutter and awkward phrase.

"You come here often?" No. Who the fuck even says that in real life? "So you like strawberries?" Well, duh.

It looks so simple in shows. Her friends make it look like nothing. Then there's Ellie. Reciting cliche lines from movies.

Not that any of that really matters though. Normally by the time you've gone up to check out your items, Ellie has already managed to convince herself that she lost her chance.

Maybe next time

Next time, for sure. But definitely not this time, no. This time she's too distracted by how delicious you look; the sway of your hips, the pretty smile you flash to the staff, the glittery pink tinted gloss spread carefully across your lips.

Your nails are red today, coming to a rounded point.

Ellie's tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip as her mind wanders. Those nails would make such pretty streaks in her back.

For some reason, the thought that she may be shamelessly staring at you doesn't cross her mind. Until it's too late that is. Ellie's eyes widen in absolute terror when your gaze catches hers, face dropping back to the crate of avocados she'd been pretending to look through a moment ago.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

She definitely can't approach you today. Not after you'd caught her staring - no - gawking at you so blatantly. In fact, getting out of this godforsaken market has shot to the very top of her priority list, a task she seeks to accomplish quickly, with her head downcast in shame and embarrassment.

It's just her luck that instead of effectively making it out of the door she stumbles over the dragging, unraveled white laces of the run-down sneakers on her feet, toppling to the floor if not for the similarly misfortuned person she winds up tackling.

"Shit! Sorry, sorry, I-I'm so sorry" she stutters out, cringing at the sight of once unbruised red fruit hitting the hard tile of the market floor. Her eyes meet yours and again she's frozen and embarrassed, a deep shade of red splaying her freckled cheeks and tips of her ears. You would be angry if it weren't for how cute she looked. You sigh.

"It's fine, really. Just...make sure you look forward next time you're walking, okay?" The soft, reassuring smile you offer her as you speak damn near melts her where she stands.

"Right."

There's a beat of awkward silence, Ellie nervousely tugging at her ring and pinky fingers as she gives you a small hesitant nod. "I should-"

"Maybe you could help me pick out some new ones?" You ask quickly, interrupting her, gesturing to the strawberry littered tile.

It's the first time she's spoken to you and given her clear anxiety, she likely wouldn't end up speaking to you on her own again. Ellie nods quickly, mouth slightly agape, though at this point she's lost all of her words. She simply picks up the dropped berries, some of which are now a little flattened and soft on one side from the impact, standing straight once they're all gathered to help you get new baskets.

"You okay?" You ask, as Ellie hasn't said much of anything in the past few minutes.

"Oh, yeah...sorry just...a lot on my mind" she murmurs, quieting back down again as she attentively unpacks your produce.

She doesn't even know how she wriggled her way into this situation. She'd thought for sure you'd call her a freak or a psycho when you let her know you were aware of her little routine. Instead, you just suggested that she help you with the rest of your groceries.

"It's a bit of a hassle trying to bring them up to my apartment alone. Plus...you kinda owe me for the tackle, yeah?"

You had feared the boldness of your invitation may give her pause but Ellie agreed without reluctance.

"A lot on your mind? Like what?"

"Like...how you don't seem unnerved about...y'know." Ellie murmurs, leaning up against your kitchen counter, the little giggle you give in response sending her heart rate up.

"I was honestly just waiting to see if you would actually come speak to me"

"Wait, really?"

You turn to her from where you were organizing things in your fridge, a small bowl of freshly washed strawberries in hand. You set it down, gently sliding the bowl out toward Ellie as an invitation to take one, which she accepts, twisting at the leaves until they come off of the top before biting into it. It's quite large, and very sweet she notices, a bit of juice dribbling down her chin as her teeth sink in, her hand clumsily going to guard any more from falling down.

"Yeah." you answer, to which Ellie raises a questioning eyebrow.

"You're cute, Ellie." you clarify, playfully rolling your eyes at her obliviousness. " And messy"

Before she realizes it, you're in front of her, holding a napkin to her now berry juice-stained chin and neck, readying yourself to pat her dry. Your lips are incredibly close, dangerously so, but she does her best to ignore it, popping the rest of strawberry into her mouth before gently taking your hand in hers to stop you.

"I can- "

"Just let me, okay?" You chuckle a bit, shaking your head. "You really don't know when a girl is trying to flirt with you, huh?"

Ellie blinks, staring at you as if you've just said something ridiculous, her fruit filled cheek almost making her look like a chipmunk in the moment. The insistence on cleaning her up, the invitation to your apartment in the first place, the fact that you don't even seem to question her infatuation with you. It all makes sense now. And she'd taken way too long to notice.

There isn't a thought process behind Ellie's actions this time, just impulse as she leans forward, closing the distance between you both and crashing her lips onto yours. A shiver of shock runs through her as you reciprocate, regardless of how unideal the kiss may seem - cold, sticky fruit juice now being shared between the both of you, creating a thin coat of strawberry and saliva on your connected lips flowing down your chins and slowly making its way to the collars of your shirts.

Ellie pulls back enough to actually swallow what's left of the strawberry and breathe out a quick "I'm sorry", though a part of her is too fascinated by the look of you with transparent red fluid trailing along your skin to be genuinely apologetic.

"I don't mind a little mess." You whisper in response, swiping your thumb along her chin to collect some of the juic. Something about the girl being so desperate to kiss you that she was unconcerned about the inevitable messy nature of said kiss put butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You keep her pressed up against your kitchen counter as you allow yourself to give in to your desires, only dethatching your kiss-swollen lips from Ellie's to press opened mouth kisses along the column of her throat, licking at the sweet red liquid that's almost managed to make its way into the loose, black wifepleaser she's wearing.

"Y-you don't think this is happening too fast?" she questions, despite her clear willingness to let you do as you please, her words coming out between heavy breaths, her entire face painted a rosy shade of pink.

"Would you like me to stop?" You ask, eyebrow quirked upward as you halt your advances and look at her.

Ellie shakes her head immediately at that, tightening her grip around your waist. She can't help but think that was an idiotic question for her to ask anyways. This is finally her chance, and she refuses to fuck up by overthinking everything as she has been up until this point. Your lips connect again with no second guesses this time, Ellie taking her opportunity to slip her hands underneath your top, pulling it over your head. Her mouth takes to your skin, sloppily lapping at the strawberry juice flowing along your neck and pulling your bra straps down enough to expose your breasts.

"Fuck, Ellie"

You slip your leg between her thighs while she's occupied with "cleaning you up" with her tongue, reveling at the way she whimpers and attempts to resist the urge to roll her hips when your knee makes contact with her clothed cunt. Her attempts prove futile, of course, the poor girl huffing and moaning against your skin as she grinds herself against your leg.

"So fuckin' needy, weren't you?" You tease, unable to help the amused laugh that escapes you at the sight of the girl humping desperately at your knee.

All Ellie manages in response is a nod, whining even louder when you press against her harder, the seam of her shorts pushing up against her clit at the right angle, her movements becoming faster and more erratic.

"G'na make me cu- fuck fuck" Ellie's muscles tense for a moment before releasing again, short, ragged breaths and muffled grunts punctuating her last few thrusts against your leg as she finishes in her boxers. Embarrassed, she buries her face into the crook of your neck, her already blushed face becoming redder at her unintended quickness.

"Shit...sorry" She murmurs against your skin, not sure if she should even look you in the eye right now.

You stifle a giggle and shake your head, running your fingers through her soft, auburn hair as a means to reassure her before lacing your fingers with hers. With your free hand, you lift her chin so that she looks at you.

"It's okay. Doesn't mean I'm finished with you."

The softness of your tone seems to soothe her, though the bashfulness still lingers on her features, green eyes casting downward regardless of your words. You press a quick kiss to the tip of her nose, and, fingers still intertwined, lightly tug her away from the kitchen counter on her wobbly legs over to the loveseat in your living room.

You lightly jerk your head in the direction of the sofa, letting go of her hand once she's seated. "Lay down for me baby"

Ellie, in all of her eagerness doesn't so much as hesitate, laying back onto the soft cushions, reaching out as if to pull you down with her. Instead of straddling her like she'd wanted you to though, you stay standing, a mischvieous giggle escaping as you lean down to kiss her on the lips once more before pulling back.

"What's wrong?" She asks, her brows furrowed in confusion.

"Nothing El. Just relax, yeah?" You murmur in response, hands now focused on slipping off your shorts. That's answer enough for her, Ellie's eyes widening a little bit as they fixate on watching your lower body, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as you pull off your shorts and panties in one go. You were soaked, and you make sure to let her know it, teasingly trailing a finger through your folds before pressing it to her lips, Ellie gladly sucking the digit into her mouth without instruction.

"Aw, look at that, I didn't even have to ask"

Ellie just nods, pink lips still caught around your finger. She's well aware of how pathetic she looks right now, but she can't bring herself to care at this point as she's too busy savoring the taste of you on her tongue, eyes damn near rolling to the back of her head off that alone. When you take your finger out of her mouth she whines.

"Wanna taste you more... please"

Her pleading pulls a chuckle from your throat, your finger gently running across her bottom lip as you speak.

"God, you're so impatient, baby. Does my sweet girl want my pussy in her mouth, hm?"

She nods vigorously, grabbing at your hand again to pull you toward her. This time, you oblige, allowing the girl to guide you to sit on her face, her slender hands catching around your hips. She licks a bold stripe along your slit before pressing a kiss to your clit, the amount of times she's thought about doing that exact thing noe finally coming into practice.

Ellie eats at you like a woman starved, lapping up every drop of your arousal, her lips latching around your swollen clit and sucking at it. The sloppy, wet noises coming from her mouth on your cunt, the muffled moaning and whining escaping her - it's obnoxious. But it's the sexiest thing you've seen ina while, her gaze never leaving you as she buries herself closer to you. "This what you wanted, isn't it baby? Spent so much time watching me 'n all you could think about - fuck - was having that pretty mouth pressed up against my cunt like this?"

Your teasing is condescening, your hand tangling into her short locks, forcing her head nice and close as you rut yourself against her tongue. The poor thing can't stop herself from squirming, pressing her thighs together, and for a moment, even detatching a hand from your thigh and snaking it down her own body to slip her hand into her shorts. You don't notice it at first, but when you do, it's clear to her you aren't having it.

"Nuh-uh, none of that, pretty girl." You lift up into a hover above her head, reaching back and wrapping your hand around her wrist to stop her. She whines again, her frustration obvious in the line that forms between her brows. "You wanna ask this time?"

"S-sorry, you're just so fucking sexy, I need you to touch me, please"

You have half a mind to make her wait longer. To pin her hands over her head and prop yourself back onto her mouth, but an idea comes to mind that you can't just ignore. You giggle, giving her a simple 'okay' and before she knows it you've shifted on top of her, settling yourself into a hover over her face again, but this time facing the opposite direction. She can't see what your doing, but she feels it when you start sliding her shorts and boxers down before leaning down and spitting on her already glistening cunt.

"Oh my fucking god..."

Ellie's thighs are shaking around your head already, her hands gripping at the fat of your ass as she pulls you back down onto her mouth. Your muffled cries of pleasure fill the apartment, the vibrations from her moans against you only serving to drive you insane. A thin layer of sweat coats your bodies as you chase a simultaneous orgasm, hips bucking and rolling against each others tongues with primal urgency as that familiar coil tightens within your lower stomachs.

"Fuckfuckfuck- coming, I'm coming" Ellie's mouth detatches from you as she's the first to go, her trembling legs clamping around your head and trapping you against her. She's shockingly quick to replace her mouth with her fingers, slipping them inside of you without warning. She's almost as despereate to have you cum on her face as she was to cum herself, and to her luck, you unravel above her soon after. Her mouth comes back to you are you finish, lapping up every single drop of cum you give her, fingers still lazily pumping in and out of your dripping hole.

It takes a bit to float back down to reality, your head resting limp on her thigh as you slowly start to catch your breath, twitching and shaking too much to actually move on your own. Ellie's not much better, her head plopped down onto the couch cushion, gently kneading your ass with her hands and pressing sleepy kisses to your inner thighs. When you're finally able to move, it's not much, only adjusting yourself enough so that your faces are level, nuzzling your body close so that you can both lay next to each other on the couch. There's a peacful silence between the both of you for a while, your foggy brains still processing how far you'd gotten with one another in the span of a few hours.

"So...you really like me then? Like actually?" Ellie breathes out, a hand lightly rubbing along your side.

You laugh and give her a playful punch to the arm, the fact that she even felt the need to ask that almost comical to you after everything.

"Ow! What was that for?" She asks, feigning as if the light hit actually hurt.

"Of course I like you, dummy" You murmur, kissing her cheek. "I've liked you the whole time"

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isak-dot-gov · 8 months ago

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Hey, good luck with your exams. I hope they go well! Could you maybe do a Paige x Reader where R is in the WWE & they have been dating? Eventually, they hard launch & break the internet. Please & thanks.

Rumour Has It

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x WWE!Reader

Word Count: 1182

My Masterlist :)

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Summer had become the perfect blend of adrenaline and quiet moments for you and Paige. On the surface, it was chaotic—travelling for WWE’s high-profile summer events while Paige juggled her basketball commitments and her own “world tour.” Yet in between all the noise, you both found pockets of time where the world shrank down to just the two of you.

For months now, fans of both Paige Bueckers and WWE had been buzzing with speculation. It started subtly enough—someone caught a glimpse of Paige at a match in early June, sitting inconspicuously in the crowd with a baseball cap pulled low. A fan cam snapped her cheering during one of your matches, and the internet exploded with questions.

"Why is Paige Bueckers at a WWE event?"

"Is she a wrestling fan now?"

"Wait, she's at another match?"

The theories began to fly faster than any clothesline in the ring. Paige wasn’t a name typically associated with WWE fandom. Sure, basketball stars attended sporting events all the time, but this felt... different. Paige wasn’t just attending random events—she was there at specific matches, all involving you.

Some sharp-eyed fans picked up on the pattern by mid-July. If Paige was in the crowd, it meant one thing: you were scheduled to appear that night. Still, no one dared to fully connect the dots. You and Paige weren’t seen together outside of the arena, and you hadn’t been caught on camera in any compromising situations. Yet.

But the rumours persisted.

One night, as you waited for your cue backstage, scrolling through your phone, you saw a tweet that made you laugh out loud. It was a fan theory thread dissecting Paige’s presence at your matches:

@idkman-7:

“Okay, hear me out: Paige Bueckers has a crush on (Y/N). She ONLY shows up to matches when (Y/N) is on the card. She’s basically a WWE regular now. Tell me I’m wrong.”

You chuckled and showed your phone to your best friend and fellow wrestler, who immediately smirked.

"Looks like someone’s onto you," they teased, nudging your arm. "How much longer are you two going to keep this quiet?"

You shrugged with a grin. "Not much longer. We’ve got a plan."

The truth was, you and Paige had been dating for nearly two years. It started unexpectedly—an awkward introduction at a charity basketball game where you’d been invited as a special guest and Paige had been a star. She had no clue who you were at the time, and you had been starstruck by her talent on the court. A random conversation during the post-game dinner led to exchanged numbers, late-night texts, and eventually, a first date that neither of you wanted to end.

Your relationship was built on quiet moments—a shared love for competition, sarcastic banter over whose sport was tougher, and mutual support through the pressures of your very public careers. Despite being in two completely different fields, you both understood the strain of constant travel, the demand for perfection, and the weight of public expectations.

But now, the public was catching on. You’d kept it low-key for as long as you could, dodging questions, sneaking in and out of events without getting caught, and sharing private moments behind closed doors. Until this summer, when Paige decided to join you on your WWE tour. It had been too much fun to pass up, hopping from city to city together, sneaking in hotel room movie nights and attending each other’s matches and games.

Still, with all the rumours swirling, the time had come to stop hiding.

It was the night before your two-year anniversary, and Paige had just flown in from her latest tour stop. You’d finished your last WWE event of the summer tour and had the next few days off. Sitting together on the couch in your shared hotel room, Paige’s head rested on your shoulder as you scrolled through Twitter, watching the chaos unfold.

"Look at this one," you said, showing her a fan tweet that read:

@nixxwwww:

"Yo, Paige Bueckers is at ALL of (Y/N)’s matches! Does she have a thing for wrestlers or what?"

Paige snickered. “If only they knew.”

“They will soon,” you replied, glancing at her. “We ready for this?”

Paige sat up and stretched, a small smile pulling at her lips. “I think it’s time. Two years… it’s kind of a big deal.”

You agreed, your hand finding hers. For two years, this relationship had been your secret safe haven from the madness of your public lives. But now, it felt right to share it with the world.

The next day, on the morning of your anniversary, you decided to pull the trigger. The two of you had agreed on the plan—simple but effective. You’d both post on Instagram at the same time, giving the world a glimpse into your relationship without the need for explanations.

Paige posted first: a candid photo of the two of you sitting on a beach from last summer’s vacation. Her head was resting on your shoulder, both of you smiling without a care in the world. The caption was sweet and understated:

"2 years with my favourite person."

A few minutes later, you hit post on your own. Your photo was from just the night before—backstage after your latest match, with Paige jumping into your arms, laughing as you held her close. The caption read:

"My person. 2 years strong."

It didn’t take long for the internet to implode.

Your phones were flooded with notifications within minutes. Twitter exploded with reactions, fans going wild over the reveal they never saw coming.

@ch12334:

"I KNEW IT! I KNEW PAIGE HAD A CRUSH ON (Y/N)!! But wait… THEY’VE BEEN DATING FOR TWO YEARS?!?"

@shelbluvswbb:

"PAIGE AND (Y/N)?? No way. My entire timeline is screaming right now."

@lwfan21:

"Hold up. This is HUGE. A WWE star and a basketball phenom? Talk about power couple!"

Some fans were ecstatic, showering you both with love and support, while others couldn’t believe they hadn’t figured it out sooner. Paige and WWE memes flooded social media, along with hundreds of fan edits of your photos.

“Looks like we broke the internet,” you said with a grin, leaning over to kiss Paige’s temple as you scrolled through the reactions.

“We sure did,” Paige replied, looking equally amused. “Guess we’re officially out there now.”

And just like that, the secret was out. You and Paige didn’t need to hide anymore. You could attend her games openly, and she could sit front row at your matches without people speculating. Two years of love, laughter, and countless shared memories—and now, the world knows.

But as much as the world celebrated, nothing beat the moment when Paige laced her fingers through yours, her eyes soft and full of love.

“I love you,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss you softly, and for the first time in a long time, you didn’t have to worry who was watching.

“I love you too,” you replied, smiling against her lips.

And now, you could love her—freely and openly—with the entire world watching.

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Isak Speaks: Ok so I decided to borrow some of the people I followers' usernames because I couldn't come up with my own(hopefully that's ok lol)

#uconn wbb #wbb #wwe #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers #uconn x reader #uconn women’s basketball #uconn huskies

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bettelaboure · 1 month ago

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⊹Course in Chemistry: epilogue⊹ | Choi Seung-Hyun

series "Course in Chemistry" epilogue

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⊹ Pairing: Choi Seung-Hyun x Reader

⊹ Warnings: sexual tension, embarrassment, mature language, peer pressure, and high school dynamics involving gossip and judgment

⊹ Summary: Y/N meets Seung-Hyun years after their last encounter and their chemistry is still there

⊹ Author's note: that's the end. thank you for being with me on this short journey. i hope you loved to read the series as much as i loved to write it. your love and support is what keeps me going🤍

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The air was thick with anticipation, the kind that wraps itself around your chest and pulls tight. Outside, the streets of Seoul buzzed with energy, lights flashing in every direction as night descended upon the city. The last stop on BigBang’s world tour was here—Seoul. It was the culmination of years of hard work, of sweat and sacrifice, of late-night rehearsals and sleepless flights. And here, in the heart of the city, the crowd was waiting.

Inside the stadium, the backstage area was a maze of polished floors and glowing lights. You stood in the shadows, just beyond the curtain, watching the chaotic flurry of activity unfold. The buzz of voices, the clatter of crew members running past, the distant thrum of bass and drums as they tested the sound system. It all felt surreal, like something you’d only ever seen from the outside.

But this time, you were here—finally, after all these years.

You never imagined this moment would come. Not after all the years apart. Not after the goodbye, the silence, the distance. The last time you saw Seung-Hyun—T.O.P now, you reminded yourself—was at the beginning of his journey, before the world knew his name. Before the stages and lights, before the music and the fame. You were still in school back then, navigating your own life while he was off chasing a dream that seemed impossibly distant.

And now, here you were. No longer that awkward student who had to be tutored in English. No longer that girl who was tangled in the mess of first loves and unspoken feelings. You were different now. You had grown, shaped by the years, by the life you built for yourself—one that didn’t include him. At least, not in the way you once thought.

You were a professor's assistant at a local university now, specializing in English literature. The irony wasn’t lost on you—how much you’d once hated the subject, but here you were, navigating academic texts and theories with ease. It was a life you had found some kind of peace in, even if you often felt like you were living in a world you didn’t quite belong to. But it was safe. It was stable.

Unlike Seung-Hyun.

You had kept up with him, of course. How could you not? His name, his face—always there in the headlines, always there in the background of your quiet life. You'd heard his voice on the radio, seen him on the cover of magazines, and seen him in movies. You couldn’t escape it, even if you tried. And deep down, there was always that part of you—the one that still felt tethered to him, no matter how much time had passed.

A knock on the door broke your thoughts, sharp and unexpected.

You turned quickly, and the manager, a harried woman in her late thirties, stood there, looking around the room. "T.O.P. has asked for you," she said, voice laced with the urgency of someone juggling multiple tasks at once.

You blinked, unsure whether you'd heard her correctly. “What?”

She smiled at your confusion. “He asked to see you. If you’re ready, I’ll take you to him.”

Your heart skipped. For a moment, everything around you seemed to blur—her words, the buzz of the crew, the humming sound of the music that filtered through the walls. It was like time had snapped back to that locker room, those quiet moments in the space between the chaos of the world and the comfort of his touch.

“Yeah,” you managed to say, voice steady even though your pulse was anything but. “I’m ready.”

The hallway was long and narrow, decorated with posters of BigBang’s latest world tour. You passed dressing rooms, empty rehearsal spaces, and dozens of crew members rushing in every direction. The manager led you to a private area, one with a door that looked out onto the stage. It was quiet in here, and the first thing you noticed was the cool air, the scent of cologne, and the unmistakable presence of him.

Seung-Hyun.

He stood by the window, facing the city skyline, his back to you. His silhouette was framed by the glow of the lights outside, but he didn’t turn around as you entered. His stance was familiar—calm, collected, but there was something different. Something... distant.

“Who would have thought that T.O.P himself would want to see me?” you said softly, but with a rasp in the sound, your voice breaking the silence.

He turned slowly, and for a moment, neither of you moved. It was as if the world had stopped, leaving only the two of you in this suspended moment, suspended in time.

His face was different, of course. Sharper, more mature. The years had carved out new lines in his features, the edges of his jaw and cheekbones more defined. His hair was darker now, styled in a way that contrasted sharply with the way you remembered him. But his eyes? They were the same. The same deep, dark gaze that seemed to see through you, even now. The same eyes that had always held more than what was on the surface. The same eyes that had once caught yours in that locker room, making your heart race like it had no control over itself.

You were both different now. Grown. Changed.

But in this moment, there was a part of you that hadn’t shifted at all. And you saw it in him too—the way he was looking at you, as if you were the one thing that could ground him, even for just a moment.

For a few seconds, neither of you spoke. Then, with a careful step forward, he spoke your name.

“Y/N?” His voice was low, the words trailing like he hadn’t fully believed you’d be standing here, after all these years.

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice steadier than you felt. “It’s really me.”

There was a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, but it was more bittersweet than anything. “I thought about you a lot,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, like the confession was something fragile. “More than I should have.”

You nodded, your chest tightening with the weight of those words. You’d thought about him too, more times than you could count. But what was the point in saying that now?

“You still hate English?” he asked, his voice warming with the hint of a teasing edge.

You couldn’t help but smile at that, despite everything. “It’s not so bad anymore,” you said. “I actually... I teach it now.”

Seung-Hyun’s eyebrows shot up, clearly surprised. “You teach it? Who would have thought? Back in the day, you were ready to kill me for giving you a 7th grader’s book,” he said, his gaze shifting from your face to your hands, as if trying to map the years between you.

You shrugged, feeling that familiar discomfort of old emotions threading through the conversation. “It’s not what I thought I’d be doing, but it works. I found my place.”

He nodded, taking a step closer to you. The movement was slow, deliberate. He wasn’t in a rush, and neither were you. He was giving you the space you needed, as if waiting for something more to reveal itself.

But you weren’t sure what that something was anymore.

“Do you think about that night?” he asked suddenly, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

The question caught you off guard, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to answer. You thought about it, of course, more than you’d ever admit to anyone. But that was a different time. A different life.

You nodded slowly. “Sometimes.”

“Yeah. Me too,” he murmured. “I guess... I guess I never really got over it.”

The words hung in the air like a confession. A secret he was only now ready to share.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Then, T.O.P. reached out, his hand brushing lightly against yours. The touch was light but enough to make your heart race, enough to remind you of the chemistry that had always been there between you.

“I should be going on stage soon,” he said, pulling his hand back slowly. He hesitated, then added, “But... can we talk later? When I’m done?”

You blinked at him, the sincerity in his voice making your stomach flutter. This wasn’t the same shy boy you remembered, the one who stumbled over words. This was a man—older, more experienced, but with that same warmth behind his eyes.

“I’d like that,” you said, your voice soft.

He smiled then, the kind of smile that made your chest ache with memories you thought were buried. “I’ll find you after the show. I promise.”

You nodded, and as he turned to walk away, you watched him disappear into the backstage crowd. The weight of the moment lingered in the air—unspoken, but understood.

And as the lights of the stadium flared, and the roar of the crowd filled the arena, you felt the longing pulse in your chest, a quiet echo of something that had never truly gone away.

T.O.P. was out there, performing for thousands, but here you were—waiting for Seung-Hyun, just as you always had been.

The night exploded into sound as the stadium lights flickered and dimmed, signaling the start of BigBang’s grand finale in Seoul. The crowd roared, a wave of energy so powerful it felt like it could shake the very ground beneath your feet. The music pulsed, heavy with the beats that had become anthems for millions across the world, and the lights swirled in every direction, as if the entire venue had turned into a living, breathing organism, undulating with excitement.

Seung-Hyun—T.O.P.—was out there now, commanding the stage with a presence that was impossible to ignore. You could see him, even from the backstage area where you stood, hidden in the shadows. The crowd’s response to his entrance was deafening, their screams sharp, full of adoration. And it made sense, of course. This was the culmination of years of hard work, of struggles, of sacrifices. And him, with his deep, commanding voice and icy charisma, was at the very heart of it all.

He was different, undeniably so. His posture was straighter, more confident, the way he held his body and moved across the stage a clear reflection of everything he had become in the years since you'd last seen him. The red leather jacket he wore was a far cry from the baggy hoodie he used to favor. His hair, darker now, was slicked back, adding to the sharp edge of his features. His eyes, though—those deep, soulful eyes—were still the same. And they were fixed on the crowd, on the thousands of faces that adored him.

But when his gaze flickered for a moment, even briefly, in your direction, front row, you saw it. The subtle change in the way he moved, the tightening of his jaw, the soft flicker of recognition that passed between you. And suddenly, you were back to that locker room all those years ago, the tension between you thick in the air, palpable, undeniable.

You stepped back into the shadows, trying to steady your breath. God, how had so much time passed? He was a star now, a god in the eyes of so many, but he was still the same. He was still the same.

The show seemed to go by in a blur, the thumping bass and flashing lights an almost overwhelming symphony of sound and color. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the stage, though, watching him. Watching them all. But most of all, watching him. His performance was everything you remembered and more. The way he moved, the way he commanded the stage with that effortless swagger, the way the crowd screamed his name—everything about him screamed "celebrity." It was clear this was his world now, and you were just a spectator.

But it wasn’t just his stage presence that had you hooked. It was the moments when his eyes would flicker, even if just for a second, toward the shadows where you stood. Those moments felt like a thread connecting the past and the present, like he was reaching out to you without anyone knowing.

By the time the final song was over, and the last notes of Fantastic Baby reverberated through the stadium, the crowd was in a frenzy, but you were already on your way to the backstage area, making your way through the maze of corridors to the spot where you had agreed to meet him.

The anticipation gnawed at you, sharp and raw, as you stood by the door. The thought of seeing him—of being this close to him again after so long—stirred something inside you that you hadn’t expected. The same chemistry, the same attraction, flared back to life.

And then the door opened.

Seung-Hyun stood there, just beyond the threshold, his red jacket now discarded, his t-shirt clinging to his toned frame. His face was flushed from the stage lights, his hair a bit tousled, but his eyes were locked onto yours, intense and unwavering.

You both paused for a long, loaded moment, just taking each other in. You could feel the heat between you, the chemistry that had never really gone away. His lips curled up into a slow, knowing smile, and there was no mistaking the way he looked at you. His gaze was hungry, searching, and it ignited something deep inside you, something that you had buried for years.

“So…” Your voice was low, like a whisper shared between two people who had shared too much time apart. “You still think I’m trouble?”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, your heart racing in your chest. There it was again—the teasing, the playful edge that was so very you together. The boy who had always known how to make you smile even when you didn’t want to. You couldn’t help but smirk.

“You’re still full of yourself, aren’t you?” He shot back, unable to keep the laughter from his voice.

His eyes twinkled with that familiar mischievousness, and he took a step closer. The air between you thickened. His scent—woodsy, musky, with a hint of cologne—invaded your senses, making your breath catch.

“I’m just confident,” you replied, your voice dipping lower, and his gaze dropped briefly to your lips, before returning to meet your eyes. “I don’t remember you complaining about that before.”

Your chest tightened, the distance between you feeling too great, and yet, impossibly small at the same time. Everything about this moment—the proximity, the familiarity, the lingering touches in your memory—felt like a spark on the edge of an explosion.

“I was always trouble,” you whispered, but the words held no accusation—only the playful sting of something unspoken.

His smile deepened, and without saying another word, he reached out. One hand came to rest on your waist, pulling you slightly toward him, while the other cupped your chin, gently lifting your face so your eyes locked. His thumb brushed the skin just below your lips, the touch soft but intimate, sending a shiver up your spine.

“You’ve always been trouble,” he murmured, his lips dangerously close to yours now. “But maybe that’s what I’ve always wanted.”

You met his gaze, steady and unflinching. Everything about this moment, about him, felt so familiar, like you were coming back to something you had always known. There was no fear, no hesitation, just an undeniable pull—magnetic, powerful, dangerous.

And then, without warning, he kissed you.

It wasn’t the tentative, awkward kiss of two people who had just found each other again after so long. No. This was raw, a collision of desires that had been simmering for years. His lips were urgent, almost desperate, and you met him with equal intensity, your hands finding his chest, gripping him as if you needed to prove he was really here, really in front of you.

The kiss deepened, and time seemed to stand still. The chaos of the concert, the noise of the stadium, the distance between the two of you—everything faded away. There was only this, only him, only the way your bodies seemed to recognize each other as if no time had passed at all.

When you finally pulled back, breathless and trembling, Seung-Hyun. rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closing for a moment as if he was grounding himself.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

You swallowed hard, the words catching in your throat, but when you looked at him, you saw the same longing in his eyes that mirrored your own.

“We’ve both changed,” you whispered, your voice almost a question.

“Some things don’t change,” he replied softly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

And then, without another word, he kissed you again.

He looked at you like he was seeing something rare—something lost and found again.

“I kept thinking about what I’d say if I ever saw you again,” he said quietly, voice low and full of restraint. “And now… none of it’s enough.”

You reached up, fingers brushing a damp lock of hair from his forehead, letting your hand linger there, thumb resting lightly against his temple.

“You don’t have to say anything,” you murmured.

That was all it took.

His lips found yours again—hungrier now, but no less reverent. He backed you gently against the cool glass of the window, his hands resting on either side of your face before sliding down to your waist. The kiss deepened quickly, the air between you dissolving. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders instinctively, pulling him closer, needing him closer. Every press of his body against yours was a memory reawakened—your hips, your chests aligned like they always had belonged.

It wasn’t just lust, though it simmered beneath the surface like a live wire. It was years of unspoken words and unresolved tension, tangled up in each touch. His mouth moved from your lips to your jaw, to the sensitive spot just beneath your ear, where his breath turned hot and uneven.

“You still taste the same,” he whispered between kisses, the sound of his voice laced with a groan, as if it pained him to say it.

Your hands wandered under the hem of his shirt, palms splaying across the toned, warm skin of his back. He hissed softly when your nails grazed him lightly, pressing his hips tighter to yours. You gasped—his body, all hard lines and simmering control, molded perfectly against you. His hand slid up your spine, slow and purposeful, and you arched into his touch.

The glass behind you fogged faintly with each breath, the world outside Seoul a distant galaxy as your bodies collided again and again in kisses that grew slower, deeper, more dangerous. The weight of years—the missed chances, the unspoken feelings—clung to you both.

He pulled back slightly, forehead against yours again, panting softly. His fingers traced along your ribs like he was trying to memorize them.

“I don’t know if this is the wrong time,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, “or the rightest thing I’ve ever done.”

You slid your hand along his jaw, thumb brushing the soft stubble, smiling softly even as your heart pounded.

“I think we stopped worrying about timing a long time ago.”

He kissed you again. Slower this time. More certain.

And that was how the night ended—pressed against each other in a quiet stadium that had just witnessed the final roar of a world tour, rediscovering something that had never truly disappeared.

Not lust. Not even love, exactly.

But something fierce. Something that still burned.

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seriesxwriting · 6 months ago

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I was never going to give up

Pairing: Theo Reaken X female reader Seires: teen wolf Summary: Theo wants to juggle joining the group and dating you too. Fighting is always more dangerous when feelings are involved. Warnings: fighting, kissing, swearing, injury.

Theo had only been around a few weeks, he just wanted to be in the pack. Of course stiles hated him but he was growing on the rest of us. Especially me. I hadn’t shown any interest in him…to his face but he’d shown some in me. I guess Theo was just more… confident then I was.

“Y/n we on for tonight?” Lydia asked, sneaking up behind me at my locker. “Of course” I pulled at the lock but it wouldn’t come out. “Good so I’ll pick you up at five?” She watched me tug it with no success, trying not to laugh. Quickly with out warning two arms wrapped around me pulling at the lock and unlocking it for me. Sighing I turned around knowing exactly who it was, his arms still on the lockers while he smiled down at me. Stunning me with his beautiful green eyes.

“Good morning Theo” “good morning princess, I just came over to remind you and let Lydia know that your not free tonight because of that date we have planned” his smile turned in to a wide cheeky grin. “Um no” I folded my arms raising my eyebrow, ignoring his flirting. “Yeah, I remember that plan Theo, your date tomorrow with y/n” Lydia nodded agreeing with him out of no where. “What?” I hissed. “You remember y/n your date with Theo, have fun” she smiled reaching out to pat my shoulder.

“Huh?” Theo questioned becoming confused that lydia was playing along. “don’t do anything I wouldn’t” she winked before speedily walking away laughing to herself. “She doesn’t know what she’s- talking about too many dead bodies it Uh- messes with the mind” I joked turning back to Theo but he was already staring at me. “Let me take you out on a date, tonight” he pleaded with a soft smile. “She was- joking you don’t have to...” “I’m not. I want to, come on how long have I been trying to get a shred of your attention hun”

“I- thought you were just joking around- boy banta” I smirked feeling less awkward now. “I don’t take rejection well im not used to it, so what will it be” Theo twisted his head leaning in closet smiling still. “pick me up at seven” I winked ducking out of his arms and turning around smirking at him until out of sight. Theo watched until id gone completely mesmerised, he’d finally done it.

Later on during the school day-

Liam wondered up to me after waving across the hall. “you look happy” he raised an eyebrow suspiciously. “what? I look the same liam” I awkwardly laughed probably going a bit red. “it’s a good look y/n, we need some good spirits because well- another chimaera has surfaced” “that’s just great” I sighed deeply hitting my eyes on the floor. “We’re all going out tonight we think she’s got a target” “I- can’t come” “what do you mean- this is important?”

“I have a date” “can’t you reschedule- wait what! You haven’t dated in ages what do you mean you have a date- who’s the lucky guy” liam smirked making it extremely extravagant. “theo” you said, even saying his name made you smile and your heart flutter, your stomach grow butterflies. Liam took a second to take it in but nodded eventually clearly happy for me. “Tell him to watch himself because if he breaks your heart I’ll break his face and l can do that” Liam told me making me giggle behind my hand “you're happy, really happy- and that’s all that matters” “aww you're such a softy” I pulled him in for a side hug as a joke making him chuckle.

“Princess we have to talk” theo came up to us nodding at Liam but keeping the attention on me 98% of the time. “Is that a hint you wanna get me in private” I raised an eyebrow, Theo laughed putting his hand out not really answering. “I’ll catch up with you later Liam” I waved goobye before taking his hand. Theo led me outside not saying anything the whole way. “You alright?” “Yeah yeah.. have you heard about the new chimera that has surfaced?” “Mmh liam just told me- it’s getting scary” “you don’t need to be scared hun, I’ve got you- but look- it’s about tonight…” “let me guess… you have to cancel because we have to go hunt this chimaera and you don’t wanna say no to Scott because you feel like you need to prove your self?”

Theo rolled his eyes grinning knowing I got it exactly right. “Mostly right… but your coming with me to hunt this chimaera- hunting date” “You can be so cute sometimes” i smiled going silently red again. “No ones ever done anything like that for me” “the packs important to me y/n i need to prove my worth here and i know you know that, but you're important to me too, I’ve been waiting ages for you to say yes to me and i'm not going to let this screw it up” Theo told me seriously placing his hands on my waist looking into my eyes.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, you're right, i know how important it is to you to earn your place- a hunting date sounds perfect Theo I’m looking forward to it” “you know your just- ugh- i cant even put it into words your fucking amazing” he smiled rubbing my hip with his thumb. “If you hadn’t been so confident none of this would have happened- and I’ve wanted this to happen for a while” i told him in a lower tone. “Well i know what i want, and when i want something ill go for it” theo told me chuckling under his breath.

The bell rang out signalling the end of lunch and the next lesson. “Ill see you later then” i pulled away from the boy leaving me cold and wiggled my fingers at him as i took my leave. “Oh yes” Theo whispered to himself smiling about his success.

Nothing else happened in school that day. I didn't bump into Theo again, I just got on with my day. But I didn't stop thinking about him. When I go home I thought about my outfit all evening, it had to be something I could hunt in but not something too boring. It had to make me look hot, but also not be too over the top.

I decided on a pair of leather trousers that were pretty skin tight and a black top that was maybe a little booby. But that was okay because I had a jacket on over the top. Theo pressed my door bell exactly at seven and I raced down the stairs before my dad could get to the door.

But it was too late for that. "So this is the guy you've been non stop talking about huh" my dad tuned to me. I dreaded looking at Theo, worried he was going to think my dad was being wired or Theo would feel too awkward. But when I looked up at him he looked really amused. "Dad" I widened my eyes, feeling relived at these emotions.

"What I can't meet the guy who's taking my only daughter out?" "Of course you can Mr Y/L/N, because one day i'm going to come to you and ask for your permission to marry your daughter" Theo smiled as I walked closer to them both. Smooth Theo, smooth. "Hm, at least you've picked a charmer darling" he grinned at me putting his arm on my shoulder.

"leave them alone honey, let the girl leave" I heard my mum shout from the front room. "Okay okay, I'll see you kids later, look after my daughter Theo" he stuck his finger out and gave the boy a smile before pulling my head in to kiss the top of it. "With my life sir" he nodded shaking my dad's hand.

"stay safe, have fun" he rubbed my shoulder as he walked past us, back into the living room. I shook my head walking out the door, trying to contain my laughter, which I was just using to hide my embarrassment. "You handled my dad quite well actually" I looked up at him.

"You're lucky you have parents who care about you, you know" he raised an eyebrow. "I know... they're great they can just be a lot sometimes- well my dad can" I explained as we walked towards his car. "well he seemed great, but now that he's gone I can tell you how hot you look" Theo wiggled his eyebrows as he opened my car door for me. My stomach filled with butterflies as I ;looked into his eyes.

They were so mesmerising. "Thank you" "But ou always do, so im not surprised" and with that he shut me in the car. I felt so warm inside. I watched as he walked round to the drivers side. there was something just so masculine about him driving me about. Especially because I Couldn't drive yet. "Where exactly has Scott asked us to go?" I questioned as Theo got into the car.

"Someone didn't read the group chat" he giggled tuning his car on and leaving my driveway "I was busy getting ready" I shrugged with no regrets, making Theo laugh out loud. "It shows, we're going to the woods, Scott thinks the chimera will follow the target through the wooded area" Theo struggled, not questioning Scott at all.

"Bet this is the most abnormal date you've ever been on" "its the best company though" I struggled being honest. Theo looked to me slightly concerned. "My ex boyfriend was a dick" I explained in further detail. "That's why I haven't dated in so long, he really put me off the idea, it also makes me excited to do dates like this, because it's a new experience".

"Im sorry to hear that, you don't deserve that- what was uh his name" Theo asked pretending to blend it into the sentence. I laughed shaking my head. "He moved back to France a couple months back" "and what you don't think I can get a plane to France?" Theo smiled at me as his car stopped, making me giggle again. "I won't hurt you like that though Y/n, I promise I won't hurt you". he told me looking at me now.

I didn't really know what to say thou, I just gave him a small smiled and nodded. He wouldn't hurt me because my friend would rip his head off. He wouldn't hurt me because he would jeopardise his place in the group. He wouldn't hurt me because I wouldn't give him the chance. We got out the car and began walking into the first talking about god knows what.

I was secretly hoping we wasn't going to find this chimera because I didn't want the conversation to stop. But unfortunately, I saw something I had to bring up. "I- don't mean to cut you off but look" I posted at a trail of mercury on the floor. Theo bent down to have a closer look at it. "Yep that's defiantly from a chimera, we must be in the right place".

"Good eye" he smiled at me before getting out his phone to text on the group chat. I knew exactly what he would be writing but I used it as an excuse to get close to him. I peered over the screen brushing his arm as I did. Theo stopped typing for a second and then began again. If you weren't paying really good attention you wouldn't have seen It.

Scott replied saying good work and that we should keep on their tale. Theo's eyes moved to mine, I looked up at him now waiting for something to happen. Him to say something or do something. "Are you trying to distract me on purpose gorgeous?". "Id never do that, we're on a hunt" I raised my eyebrow smirking up at him.

Theo switched his phone off and stuffed it into his pocket while one of his hands found my waist. He pulled me gently towards him never breaking eye contact. I thought it was about to happen, for the first time id kiss Theo, the guy id liked for months.

But in that moment of time a huge creature jumped out of a tree at us. It was the chimera. Theo swung me round and pushed me out the way, I landed a few meters away, hard, onto the grass. My trousers had a huge green grass stain all down them. I tutted and looked up at Theo, he was fighting this male chimera now.

it had huge talons which swiped towards Theo getting him on the arm as he tried to dodge them. "Fuck" I jumped up racing towards this new creature. I didn't recognise who it was, which probably helped in a fight against them. I ran past Theo and wrapped my arm around the neck of this thing, throwing him onto the ground.

As he turned I noticed he had another feature. His tail came out and grabbed my legs pulling me onto the floor with him. My claws came out and I sliced through his tail, he squealed out in pain and I felt the grip on my legs loosen. Theo was already lifting me up and pulling me behind him.

As this creature stood back up, I watched in horror as its tail grew back to full size. The old part on the floor lied there oozing out blood, no longer needed. The chimera snarled at us before running again towards us. It was fast, faster than a human. Faster than a wolf. Theo extended his own claws and stoped him in the middle. They both pushed at each other.

The strain of their faces made the pain obvious. I tried taking out its legs but its tail whipped my own making me hit the ground. It threw it round the other side whipping Theo’s thigh and hitting him into the ground beside me. “This thing is strong” I hissed getting back up again. “We can’t make a dent like this” he told me looking slightly worried. “Then we need to change our tactic” I began, as I headed toward the thing instead of the other way around.

This was definitely new to him as his eyes contained a lot more fear in them. defence was not his strong point. I slashed my claws at him and he blocked two of them before I was able to get his chest. Theo came round the back and grabbed him round his throat. The chimeras claws came up but I grabbed his hands before he could dig into theo. I held them down as Theo strangled him until he was passed out.

He dropped the body and let it fall to the ground, we both stared at it for a few moments before Theo turned to me. “Are you okay- are you hurt?” He questioned running his hand down my arm. “No- I’m okay” I panted, shaking my head and putting my other hand on his hand bringing him closer to me. Still looking at the body. Theo pushed my head towards him.

“That was great- you’re amazing” he smiled at me, my brows knitted together. “I- just did what anyone in the pack would have done” I replied shaking off the compliment. “No y/n, you did amazing” he shook his head sternly. “T-thank you Theo… no one’s said anything like that to me before” I stuttered giving him a big smiled. “You weren’t too bad yourself” I tiled my head. Theo laughed closing his eyes.

We were both distracted. We didn’t see the chimera wake up so quickly. I didn’t see it until it stabbed its claws into Theo’s side. I saw the pain in his eyes as blood dripped out of his mouth. I froze, my eyes wide open, dread seeping through my blood .The chimera whacked him away with its tail before turning to me. I made my eyes glow with anger and the creature took one look backing off.

It ran into the trees and I didn’t follow it. I should have, but not while Theo was there on the floor. I ran over to help him. Tears filling my eyes. “Theo” I called out sadly pulling him into my arms. His eyes were closed. My heart froze. “Please- please open your eyes please” I cried holding his head against my forehead. “I’m sorry I left this date so long, I should have said yes when you first asked- I wanted to- I just got so scared” I told him, having no clue if he could hear me or not.

Amongst all the tears I put my lips against his, making his face as wet as mine was. It was only then I got a sign that Theo was alive. His hand came up holding my head against his, while kissing me back. My heart pounded against my chest knowing he was alive, knowing he’d be okay. “Theo” i whispered pulling back but keeping my head against his. “Thank god I woke up for that- I wasn’t going to miss our first kiss” he whispered making me giggle.

“First of many huh” I told him brushing his cheek with my thumb. “I knew I was right to keep trying, I was never going to give up” he whispered holding my face now too. “I’m glad you didn’t” I smiled through my tears.

“Stop crying beautiful, I’m healing I’ll be okay” he smiled weakly. He was right, he’d be okay. And now he was mine.

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robynostornwyn · 19 days ago

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Wol'shtola Week - Day 2: Fell First / Fell Harder

Robyn loves easily, but that doesn't mean it is any less deep or meaningful. She may have only been with the Scions for a little while, but already she loves each and every one of them in their own ways. How could she not after all they have been through together?

But even she was surprised at the pang in her chest as she watched Y'shtola that evening.

Y'shtola was lost in her studies, working through some theory or another that she seemed close to cracking. Pacing back and forth, juggling multiple tomes and scribbling notes on the edge of Tataru's desk - it was all just so endearing.

Oh. I love her.

Such a simple thought, and yet it would end up changing everything.

Y'shtola had surprised her with a kiss a few weeks earlier - all relief and adrenaline after her close victory over Leviathan. Finding herself in Y'shtola's bed later that night was less of a surprise. Robyn was hardly a stranger to the occasional tryst, and she certainly had to admit an interest in the beautiful scholar.

And really, who could blame her? Y'shtola is exceptionally smart and exceptionally beautiful. Her passion to understand the mysteries of the world is only seconded by how much she cares about the world she is helping to save. And all the small kindnesses she has shown to Robyn has made her feel far more welcome with the scions than any large gesture.

Ok, so maybe it was more than a single night. But it was never supposed to be anything more than letting off some steam and having a little fun. It certainly wasn't supposed to become something more.

It's fine, Robyn would just deal with it. No need to make things awkward with something like feelings.

Moenbryda's death hit them all hard. Honestly, they had gotten cocky - after so many impossible victories it was easy to start feeling at least a little invincible. But in an instant, that perception was shattered.

When Y'shtola came to her, Robyn thought it would be for comfort. She was not expecting her to put an end to whatever it was that they were doing. It made sense - their lives were too dangerous, anything between them would be a liability and was bound for heartbreak. Better to stop now before any feelings were involved and things were still simple. Robyn would agree and do whatever Y'shtola wanted, her own heart be damned.

So Robyn threw herself into her work. There was so much that needed to be done, and if she spent as much time away from Mor Dhona as possible, well no one was the wiser.

Of course Y'shtola was right. Robyn sat upon the battlements of Camp Dragonhead, tears streaming down her face and clutching a mug of hot cocoa like a lifeline. How could everything go so badly? How did she so utterly fail to protect any of them? What was she supposed to do now?

Nothing but questions and the sound of a crumbling tunnel ringing in her ears.

They found her. Plucked her from the lifestream - not unchanged, but still her. A sorely needed balm for Robyn's heart, and a bolster for her resolve.

Hope. Hope for a path forward, hope to find the others, hope to have her friend - her friend and nothing more - by her side again. And whatever Y'shtola needed she would provide. An anchoring touch, eyes in the dark, a shoulder in a moment of weakness. Anything to stay by her side.

Robyn is leaving her. Y'shtola is hurt and Rhalgr's Reach is burning and Robyn is leaving to go to the other side of the world to face a foe she has already lost to. Might lose everything to. Never has she been so unsure of her next steps, never has her actions been at such odds with her heart.

She asks Tataru to pen a letter for her apologizing to Y'shtola for failing her in every way. For not being fast enough to protect her, for being too weak to defeat the man who hurt her, and for leaving instead of making sure she would be alright. For not being there when she woke.

The letter she receives in reply does little to assuage her guilt, but it does fill her with such relief knowing Y'shtola is awake and on the mend.

Dear Y'shtola, Nothing fills me with as much relief as hearing of your recovery. I feel like after all of this is over, I should personally thank those who have watched over and cared for you all this time. And as much as I am sure you are ready to get back into the action, I hope you heed their advice and let your body heal. I faced Zenos again. I faced him and I lost to him again, and again he just walked away. He is toying with me and I don't understand his game. I am worried about what will happen when he gets bored of it. Surprisingly though, the Domans have faith. There is a new hope rising in the people, and so we are bound for the Azem Steppe to find their lord to lead a new revolution. It is easy to get swept up in the excitement, but I fear it is still a hard road ahead of us. All I can hope for is that whatever trials we face, that they will help make me strong enough to actually make a difference the next time. But, in the event that it isn't enough, I have a confession to make, before it is too late. Though I know this goes against your wishes and may cause more pain than its worth, I feel I must take this opportunity regardless. I love you. I have been in love with you for years. And I think you deserve to know - not because I expect any sort of response - but because there is something important in knowing that you have been loved, that you are capable of being loved. And you are. You are the most incredible person I have ever met, and I have been so privileged to know you, to walk by your side, and to marvel in your beauty, your intelligence and your heart. And despite all the fear and pain that has come from almost losing you time and time again, I don't regret it in the slightest. Not for a moment. The joy of loving you far outweighs any negatives. Please know I am perfectly content in how things are now, and we never need to mention it again. I hope you forgive me this momentary selfishness. I pray you continue to mend and that you will be back on your feet soon. The Alliance and the Scions will continue to have need of your wisdom, and I know Lyse is eager to hear of your recovery as well. I have no doubt you will rise to the occasion to face whatever may lie ahead. With all my heart, Robyn

Y'shtola sat on the bed in her small infirmary room clutching Robyn's letter. She didn't know if she wanted to cry, leap for joy, or run to catch the next ship bound for the Far East, but the tightness in her chest kept her in place.

Was she surprised? Terrified? Relieved?

Memories flashed in her mind's eye - The smile on Robyn's face after she kissed her. The way Robyn held her in the utter darkness after she lost her sight. The small touches as Robyn subtly guides her through crowded streets. How Robyn always seems to seek her out first when the scions are together. Even Mhitra and Matoya have both commented on Robyn's attentiveness - she really should have realized earlier.

Perhaps a part of her had. She certainly was aware of her own affection. But Robyn's heart is the most precious of treasures, and the last thing she ever wanted was to be the source of it breaking. To think that she has already caused her such pain in the attempt to save her from it.

Besides, personal feelings were not the only things at stake here. They both had important work to attend to - Robyn often carried the hope and future of Eorzea on her shoulders, and Y'shtola's work could change their entire understanding of the world as they know it. If it came to it, she knew she would do what was needed over what her heart may desire. Could Robyn forgive her for such a choice? Could she forgive herself?

Lost in the maelstrom of her emotions, Y'shtola jumped when a hand touched her shoulder.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

It was the chirurgeon in charge of her care. A kind woman who was surprisingly talented with both the chirugeon's art and healing magics. Krile's ministrations may have saved her life that day, but it was this woman's work that allowed her body to actually heal. Perhaps...perhaps with all her experience she may have an answer to all these burning questions.

"Can I ask your opinion on something?"

"Of course."

"In your line of work, I imagine death is a constant. You have probably seen what grief and loss does to people more than most. Do you think it's worth it? Loving someone when you know it will end in tragedy? That you will only end up hurting them?"

"You certainly know how to jump into a conversation."

"Apologies, I..."

"No, no it's fine. Being in one of our beds often brings out people's introspection."

She sat down on the edge of the bed, taking a moment to gather her thoughts.

"You are right, no matter how hard I try, death is an ever present companion. People regret a lot of things at the end - things left undone or unsaid, anger or yelling, leaving or fighting. But never love. Love is what helps them to hold on, to find peace or meaning in the lives they have lived.

And for the ones left behind? Well, I lost my love just over a year ago. She was a patient before she was more, and I knew from the beginning I wasn't going to be able to save her. As you said, I knew it would end in tragedy, and still I chose to love her. It gave me the strength to keep searching for ways to give her what life I could, and I still use the knowledge I gained to help others with similar conditions. Even now knowing the pain of her loss, the grief of it all, I would do it all again given the chance.

Love is a motivator - it pushes us to be better versions of ourselves, makes our lives more meaningful, and connects us to others in surprising ways. It may not solve all our problems or protect us from the hurt, but it is never a waste.

So to answer your question: yes, I do think it is worth it."

My Dearest Robyn, I won't keep up any pretense that I have anything to say that is half as important as this: I love you too, Robyn Ostornwyn. I think I have for far longer than I would admit, even to myself. I have been afraid - afraid of causing you pain, afraid of being forced to compromise, afraid of admitting a weakness. But life is too uncertain to hide behind fear, and we are people of action. I love you. I long for the warmth of your presence, the softness of your touch, and the comfort of your arms. I miss listening to your stories and the sound of your laughter, and I certainly miss the taste of your cooking. All the ways you have been showing your love to me all this time, that I have felt and cherished, even if I was too blind to see it. So go, do what needs to be done. Defeat the imperials, free Doma, and triumph over Zenos. Achieve the impossible, as you are wont to do, and come back to me. Yours, Shtola

#ffxiv #wolshtola 2025 #y'shtola rhul #y'shtola x wol #robyn #and an osk cameo #everything ostornwyn #not pictured: robyn's zoomies after getting that letter #hien and gosetsu drinking the night before battle...and robyn there just about vibrating out of her seat #also not pictured: tataru having the time of her life with these letters #this might have gotten away from me #but seemed like a good excuse to actually tell their story a bit #and no...neither osk nor y'shtola know who each other are at this point lol #e's first (mini) fanfic...writing is hard and terrifying i don't know how you all do it

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zuko-always-lies · 2 months ago

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Isn't it strange how Zuko didn't have any friends as a child and was hanging out only with his mom and Azula's friends? What to you think about it?

So that's an interesting question. I think we can approach this issue from a couple different angles: why the writers might have generally avoided giving Zuko friends and what being friendless suggests about his character.

Pragmatically, having Zuko have zero friends makes everything easier to juggle. There's limited screentime, which must be divided up among all the different characters, and any friend Zuko has would take time from somewhere else, and juggling a friend, with all the shit Zuko is involved with, might have been awkward. Is this friend going to be with Zuko in exile? Does he somehow link up with Zuko (why/how?) in Book 2? Zuko's return to the palace in Book 3 might have been a natural place to insert the friend, but everything suggests they came up with that concept extremely late in the development process. I suppose Iroh also took away from the "friend" niche by giving Zuko a character to sound off on. And if they had given Zuko a random friend in "Zuko Alone," it would raise questions like "what ever happened to this character," while also taking away screentime from Zuko's relationship with Ursa, which was the focus of the episode.

That being said, it wouldn't have been impossible to insert Zuko's friend in some way, even if their existence is basically just hinted at. The narrative is very clear that younger Aang had some strong friendships (although ironically we don't know if he really had strong friends among the Air Nomads). Sokka and Katara don't have friends that we know of, but the narrative spends nearly the entire time away from their home and it's implied that, at least in their village, there aren't other kids their age around. Toph doesn't really have friends, but it's only because she wasn't allowed to. The narrative took the time to give Sokka a mostly superfluous girlfriend character (Suki). Azula got two friends. It was mostly so that she could be more dangerous as an antagonist, but she still got them. If they really wanted to, they could. They could have inserted a past friend in Zuko Alone, for instance.

It's interesting that I was just reading the preproduction series bible, and Zuko comes off already as a rather lonely and lonesome figure in it, isolated and alone, even more than he is in canon(Iroh is secretly evil in the bible, while Mai doesn't exist). So I think there was an intention behind Zuko being friendless, at some level. It maybe serves as a hint that Zuko was out of place in the Fire Nation, since he was too "good" for his environment.

As for what being friendless suggests about canon Zuko, he seems to have struggled to make friends. There's an interesting contrast to that, in which Zuko has a certain element to him in canon which seems to make people want to befriend him and help him. Perhaps the issue is not Zuko can't make friends, but instead that he inevitably destroys his friendships somehow.

#ATLA #avatar the last airbender #Zuko #Zuko meta #ATLA meta

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howparadoxical · 8 months ago

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There's something about the rare strongman!Bruce fanart I find that makes me insane. Then I started thinking about it and like? Bruce in the circus would be so good? and really easy to incorporate into a timeline like:

Imagine Bruce runs away at 15

He has just come back from being “transferred” to Gotham Academy from a boarding school

This is accompanied by Alfred expressing his disappointment. Bruce had already been thinking about being a burden and leaving and while in the main timeline he waits til graduating he kinda snaps

He comes across the circus and through means, I don’t think are particularly interesting, Bruce convinces them to let him tag along

“What would the boy do?”

“He could be a strongman.”

Both look over at awkward mid-growth spirt Bruce.

“Really?”

“Ay, he’s got the build for it.”

Bam! Bruce is in the circus.

He’s training to be a strongman but in the meantime excels at other tasks, including but not limited to:

Juggling, knife throwing, animal handling, tightrope walking etc,

Not to mention already can bookkeep and can pick up languages like popcorn

Essentially good at most things except general clownery and more artistic performances like silks.

The general demographics at either about at least 10 years his senior or his junior.

Kids wise, there's just him and of course 4-year-old Dick

When Dick meets Bruce he’s like “this is my new best friend.” meanwhile Bruce is like “oh fuck, oh fuck, what the fuck do I do with a child”

When Dick is around 8 Bruce is forced to acknowledge that Dick is also his best friend and boy doesn’t that make a 19 yr old feel lame

Despite all this, Bruce is in an environment where there’s no pressure to be a Wayne and gets a clean start, which does wonders for him

Still pushes himself out of guilt and anger but now instead of being shammed for it, the people around him just redirect it

Bruce? Getting a supportive environment to train in? Sure hope that doesn’t destroy the universe

Welp, about that

Bruce stays with the circus consistently for years but disappears for a couple of months when he turns 18 (he went back to Gotham to a) prove he’s fine and b)claim his inheritance.

Does this for a couple of reasons, one of which is that he finds out the circus is losing money and goes back so he can figure out some kind of investment to help

While there, realizes Gotham has gotten bad and is hit with that classic “oh god I’ve been happy while people are suffering I am a horrible person”

So while he does go back to Hailey’s, he ends up leaving more often as he finds different teachers and is unknowingly, officially on the path to Batman™

Right around 20 Bruce straight up fully disappears with barely a word as he ends up involved fully with the League of Shadows

Comes out of it a year later

The next time the circus sees him, they are performing in Gotham

Good news is, the circus doesn’t get blackmailed/pays off protection

The Grayson’s rope doesn’t snap! Yay!

Bad news: someone tries to blow up the circus during their performance. Not only do the Grayson’s die but also the circus almost has to close down.

The rest follows somewhat similarly but with nuance I’ve run out of room to go into.

Hey, its an AU, not a fix-it fic :)

#this is all just my version of a childhood friends au #everyone knows bruce is not allow to be happy without consequences #batman #dc comics #dick grayson #halys circus #dc #bruce wayne #dynamic duo #bruce and dick #strongman au #de-nuclearizing the batfam #so wholsome

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gmc10gmc · 3 months ago

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Natalie is a 34 year old high school teacher. She is married with children and lives a quite and comfortable life. She is around 5 foot 4 with brown hair, olive skin and a body with curves that would drive any man crazy.

She has been teaching at a local high school for about 8 years, her work is demanding, especially juggling this with life as a busy mum but she managed to make it all work.

Sally is a 39 year old colleague of Natalie's, who is also a wife and mother. Her husband, John works at the same school.

Sally is also 5 foot 4 with dark blonde hair and a body very similar to Natalie’s. She had moved to the school around a year ago and formed a friendship with Natalie. They both enjoyed sewing, cooking and reality TV.

One afternoon, they were both having lunch in the staff room when Sally looked sheepishly at Natalie before looking down.Natalie was puzzled by her friends awkwardness and asked her what was wrong. Sally replied “I've got something to ask you but it's a little crazy “.

Natalie was intrigued, she said “ask away “. Sally went on to say “ Well it's John's birthday coming up and he would like a different kind of gift from me this year “. Natalie smirked and asked “ What kind of gift “. Sally quietly replied “ Well it involves you “, Natalie was taken back, what could John want from her. Natalie asked “What does he want from me, I can make him a nice birthday cake “, both women laughed but then Sally said “ No, he wants you and and I to wrestle for him in a little private show “. Natalie was in shock but composed herself and said “What do you mean wrestle “. Sally replied “ well it's not a fight, it's like pins and submissions, so no punching or kicking “.

Natalie couldn't believe her friend was asking her to wrestle in front of her husband. Sally could sense that Natalie was conflicted, so she explained “ John likes women wrestling and it's his 40th, he chose you as he thinks we are a perfect match, I tried telling him you wouldnt be up for it “.

Natalie paused, she didn't like Sally's tone, assuming she would not be capable of taking Sally on. Natalie said “ Let me think about it and I'll let you know tomorrow “. Sally was visibly surprised, she replied “ Oh OK, just remember I wouldn't go easy on you “, both women laughed as they went back to eating their lunch.

That evening, Natalie was at home marking some homework whilst her husband put the kids to bed. She noticed her phone buzz, she checked and saw a message from Sally's husband, John.

The message said HI THERE. Natalie felt a tightness in her chest but not in a bad way, it was excitement. She replied HI JOHN, she eagerly awaited a reply and it came fast. John wrote WHAT ARE YOU WEARING, Natalie looked down, she was in her oversized hoodie and pyjamas but decided to reply A PAIR OF SHORTS AND A VEST, John quickly responded I BET YOU LOOK GOOD. Natalie bit her lip, she loved her husband but this was exciting her, especially knowing that John had chosen her to take on his wife for his birthday present.

Natalie wrote back I THINK IT LOOKS GOOD. John replied almost instantly ARE YOU GOING TO WRESTLE SALLY? Natalie paused then responded YES. John replied I KNEW YOU WOULD BE UP TO THE CHALLENGE, HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT WRESTLING IN TIGHTS AND BRAS. Natalie was so caught up in the moment she replied SURE LETS DO IT. John asked WILL YOU SEND ME A PREVIEW.

Natalie waited until her husband came down to watch the football then went to her bedroom. She told her husband she had to try on a work dress to make sure it still fits. She put on a black thong her husband had bought her, she looked in the mirror to make sure her ass looked hot. She slipped on her black tights that she pulled up to below her belly button. She then put on her dress, put her hair up and finished the look with her glasses on. She took a selfie in the mirror and send it to John. Some time passed but then a reply WHATS UNDER THE DRESS.

Natalie paused, did she really want to do this, but then a photo came through of Sally posing on a bed wearing white tights, a white bra and white thong. Natalie pulled her dress off and set up her phone to take a photo. She replicated Sally's pose in her black tights, blacl thong and black bra.

She sent the photo and quickly John replied THESE ARE THE OUTFITS YOU'LL WEAR FOR THE MATCH.

He then went on to describe the rules

1. No striking just pins and submissions

2. First woman to submit or is pinned with her shoulders down for 10 seconds loses

The match would take place the following night when the ladies would normally have their sewing class.

Natalie hastily agreed as she heard her husband come up the stairs. She then settled down for the night, knowing that tomorrow she would wrestle.

The morning came and Natalie was feeling nervous. Was this too crazy and what would her husband think. But as she put on her thong and tights she rememberrd that feeling of excitement she felt the day before. She put on her bra, making sure it pushed her breasts up. She put on a long coat and shouted goodbye to her husband and set off to a John and Sally's.

When she arrived she was met by John at the door, He welcome her in and offered her a drink. Natalie asked for raspberry gin and lemonde which John fetched, making sure it was a double.

Natalie made herself comfortable on the sofa and John brought her drink and sat beside her. He said “ I loved your photos “, Natalie replied “ Well now I guess you'll see it in person “. Just then Sally walked in wearing a robe, she told Natalie to finish her drink then quickly poured them both another. She sat the other side oh John and stared at Natalie “ You really want to do this “, Natalie replied “ Yes “. Sally stood up and removed her robe, she stood with her hands on her hips and said “ let's see what you've got “. Natalie stood and removed her coat, she fired back at Sally “ I've got plenty “.

The two women stood, in their tights and bras. John looked Natalie up and down, her thighs looked incredible in tights, her ass was round and shapely and her boobs poured over the top of her bra.

Sally instructed that they should her on their knees and begin. Both women met in the middle of the room, got on their knees then began to wrestle. They locked up, grabbing the other by the arms, using their strength to try and push the other over. They moaned as the matched up to one another. Just then Natalie lost her balance, this gave Sally the chance to push her onto her back. The blonde wasted no time pinning, laying on top of Natalie, pinning her down.

The two women were breast to breast, Sally took the opportunity to press her boobs into Natalie's, she remarked “ How'd you like my boobs dominating yours”. Natalie felt an erotic charge as Sally's boobs pressed her down but she shot back saying “ we both know who has the better pair “.

Sally drew back then with force, slammed her boobs into Natalie's, creating a thudding sound as Natalie moaned. Sally looked over at John and asked “ Are you enjoying this “. John nodded and replied “ Teach her a lesson Sally”. Sally had become to cocky though which allowed Natalie to bend her knee, she used this as a lever and rolled Sally over, meaning she could get on top and pin the blonde.

Natalie used the same pin Sally had, she taunted the blonde “ Now whose on top “. She pressed down on Sallys boobs with her own, making sure to look over to John. John was in awe as he watched his wife be pinned by the gorgeous brunette. But just as Natalie began counting to 10, Sally used all of her strength and roller over sending the brunette across the floor.

Both women quickly got to their feet. Sally reached back and unclipped her bra saying “ Lets get down to it now “. The blonde removed her bra, revealing her boobs. Natalie hadn't signed up for this but she couldn't back down now, she unclipped her bra, letting her perfect C cups bounce out. Sally walked to Natalie and the women met nose to nose and breast to breast. Both stood in a staredown in their tights and thongs.

They locked up again, tumbling to the ground, Sally quickly locked Natalie up in a heafscissors, squeezing the bruuntes neck between her thighs. She demanded “ Submit and I'll let you go “. Natalie refused, so Sally reached over and grabbed one of Natalie's boobs, she gripped hard, drawing a scream from the brunette. Sally again demanded “ Give up or I'll keep going”. John shouted “ Make her give Sally”.

Natalie refused and manged to turn to the side, she escaped the hold and ferociously lunged on the blonde, locking her head between her thighs. Natalie quiped “ How'd you like it bitch “, Sally struggled but Natalie's sexy strong thighs kept her held tight. Natalie decided to get some revenge and grabbed Sallys boob, twisting and squeezing, making the blonde cry out.

John chimed in “ You've got her now Natalie, finish her off “. Natalie squeezed hard, drawing a loud scream from her blonde rival, then it came “ I GIVE”. Sally cried her submission, Natalie held her in the head scissors for a few seconds just to show her who was boss. Then she released her. Natalie then stood up and plaved on foot on Sallys chest and posed over her defeated foe.

Sally demanded a rematch, which Natalie gladly agreed. Natalie gathered her bra and coat and prepared to leave. As John helped Sally up, Natalie walked over and slapped Sallys breast, telling her “ I always knew I had the better pair”. Sally lunged at her but John held her back, this time the victory was Natalie's. She walked out the better woman.

When Natalie arrived home she walked straight to her husband and dropped her coat. He couldn't believe the sight of his got wife in her tights that hugged her legs and bum so tightly.

He tore the tights off of her and fucked her on the kitchen counter, he kissed and sucked her nipples as Natalie thought about her victory over Sally.

Afterwards Natalie checked her phone to see that John had been in touch. He wrote CONGRATS ON THE WIN BUT NOW SALLY WANTS ROUND 2. Natalie replied TELL HER ANYTIME ANY PLACE. John responded SHE WANTS AN OIL WRESTLING MATCH IN BIKINIS. Natalie pondered for a second and replied I'VE GOT THE PERFECT BIKINI IN MIND.

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poisamm · 3 months ago

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S M O K E A N D S U G A R

a Coyote Ugly x College AU

Part 1

content warning: none really, intros to Miguel and Amara, both are a little shy and awkward, he forms a crush slow but fast all at the same time. but will go on to be suggestive so dni minors, and go on about class difference and other stuff.

word count: 3,175 (mostly proofread, she’s a long one oops!)

Kind of the trope of opposites attract, tall big bf and shorter thicker gf, STEM bf and creative gf, nerdy bf and alt gf vibes :)

I took a lot of self liberty on certain things so if they’re not canon to comics that’s why, but 1992 run and other runs of Spider-man 2099 will be incorporated

i was highly inspired by Crazy Rich Asians the books and movie, Spider-Man movies, my own college experience and talented writers like @bluesidez @feyhunter78 @cheonstapes giving y’all your accolades and flowers fr🫶

Part 2 🍒⋆｡°✩🔬⋆｡°✩ Masterlist

Born in Manhattan to Conchata O’Hara, a formidable lawyer with sky-high expectations, and Tyler Stone, a wealthy CEO more interested in boardrooms than bedtime stories, Miguel’s world was one of sharp edges and colder comforts that have only warmed as of late. His father’s sudden interest in his life came only after the dust of his infidelity settled—when the scandal was quieter and the damage was done. It didn’t matter much. Miguel had long learned to rely on himself, but could acknowledge his dad was at least trying though. Plus the money he gets and the car he drives wasn’t too bad either.

Raised primarily by his mother and stepfather, George O’Hara—a cyber engineer who wrestled with his own demons before finding sobriety—Miguel’s home life was complicated. Kron, his competitive half-brother, took every chance to remind him of his shortcomings, turning sibling rivalry into something resembling a COD lobby—seriously the amount of times the boys scrapped was insane. The only real peace Miguel found was with his maternal grandparents and younger brother, Gabriel—the only people who saw him, not just the expectations placed upon him.

Now 21 and a senior at Empire State University, Miguel poured himself into his Applied Biology major with a focus in Genetics. He lived by structure—early mornings at the campus gym, black coffee or a protein shake in hand, nights spent buried in lab reports. He chased excellence like a man trying to outrun his own shadow, determined to earn his master’s and PhD, dreaming of genetic advancements that could actually change lives.

But even a man like Miguel—stoic, hyper-focused, a perfectionist to the bone—needed a break sometimes.

That’s how he found himself in Media Literacy.

Well, it was a last-minute elective—one he chose more for convenience than curiosity—but the syllabus promised less memorization and equations, which felt like a small mercy.

Amara Reyes lived her life with her feet planted firmly on the ground, even if her heart sometimes wanted to float away.

Born in Staten Island to a lower/middle-class family, Amara had spent her life working—working to be the daughter her parents wanted, working to prove herself in every classroom, working to carve out her own path. After high school, she moved to Florida with her family since they wanted to leave the island, so she took a gap year before starting college there. But the Sunshine State didn’t feel like home. It didn’t really work for her ideal career.

So New York called her back.

Now 21 and a junior at Empire State University, Amara studied Communications with a minor in Entrepreneurship. She hustled hard, attending on a waiver, juggling classes and her involvement with The Beacon—the university’s paper and magazine—where she designed, and wrote, and then the communication club where managed their social media pages and helped coordinate events on campus. She had a great roommate, Jess Drew, the girls got along and hardly ever had issues from being so in sync.

But when the sun set, Amara had another life entirely.

From Thursday to Sunday, 8 PM to midnight, she worked at Coyote Ugly as a Coyote Girl—bartending, dancing on the bar, and pocketing tips big enough to keep her afloat with whatever her waivers and parents couldn’t cover. The bar was more than a job; it was an escape. A place where she could be bold and untouchable—red nails, sharp winged eyeliner, and her body moving to the music, it was good dopamine.

She was both parts—smoke and sugar—a girl who could charm you with a remark but never let you get too close, unless she opened up, rarely.

They met on a Monday, first day of the semester around noon.

Media Literacy was packed—mostly with Communications majors Amara already knew, either through classes or The Beacon. She felt at ease, slipping into her usual rhythm, greeting familiar faces with small smiles and hellos.

Miguel, on the other hand, stuck out like a sore thumb.

He was too tall for the cramped desks, all 6’6 of him hunched over his laptop, and too serious, his jaw tight, a black coffee on the table in front of him. His broad frame looked better suited for a gym than this class, and Amara noticed how his dark eyes skimmed the room—calculating, cautious. Out of place.

When she scanned for a seat, she spotted an ideal spot—close enough to the board that she could see without straining (she needed that, switching between her glasses and contacts as often as she did), and next to an outlet for charging her phone.

And, well… the cute guy sitting there didn’t hurt either.

With a slight hesitation—because, really, why was she nervous?—Amara slipped into the seat beside him.

Miguel barely looked up at first, just a brief glance. But once she settled in, pulling out her laptop that has stickers on them and adjusting her black-rimmed glasses, his gaze flicked back.

He noticed the small details—her curly brunette hair with bold red and blonde chunky highlights on the left side of her hair, the glimmer of her hoop nose ring, the three tattoos dancing along her right arm, the sharp black eyeliner and the way her acrylic stiletto nails tapped softly against the keys, not in an obnoxious way like most would think, though.

His legs are long, his broad frame making the space he had at the long table with 5 seats along the row feel even smaller, but he keeps his focus locked on his laptop looking at the class’ canvas page. His jaw works — tense, contemplative — but he’s careful not to make it too obvious that he’s stealing glances at Amara.

Then a girl with bangs and the comfiest outfit sat next to Amara with a ‘hey mama!’—she seemed to know everyone in the class. The girls chatted a bit till the professor started speaking in the lecture hall.

Amara leaned her elbow against the desk, resting her chin in her hand as she stares at the projector after the professor switched the slides during his introductions about himself, his education, stuff he likes—he’s a Trekkie—and his wife and pets. Amara knew all of this since she’s had the professor before and he was cool. But she’s acutely aware of Miguel sitting next to her — the way his cologne smells, like cedarwood and something spiced, the way he moves with this calculated control, like he’s perpetually holding something back. Probably cause he was a big dude and aware of the space he took up.

God. He’s really cute. Like… annoyingly cute.

The professor’s voice echoes through the room, “Alright, enough of me, let’s get started. Just go down the list, take turns asking each other the questions. It’s not that deep.”

Amara shifts in her seat, her curls falling over one shoulder, and offers Miguel a slightly awkward smile, she and the girl next to her, Jen, knew each other already so she had to talk to the guy next to her. “Guess we should just… start.”

Miguel’s lips twitch at the corner, not quite a smile, but enough for her to notice. “Yeah.” His voice is deep, smoother than she expects.

She taps her nails against the table idly looking at the projector of the icebreaker prompt then back at Miguel. “Okay… what’s your name?”

“Miguel O’Hara.”

There’s a moment of silence as Amara processes it. It suits him — sharp and memorable, she hummed.

“You?” he asks, tilting his head slightly.

“Amara Reyes.”

Miguel repeats her name in his head like he’s etching it into his memory. Amara. He likes the way it sounds — "to love", nice meaning.

“Major?” she continues, keeping her tone light, though her heart’s beating faster than it should be. She usually was shyer with new people regardless.

“Applied Biology. Genetics.” He watches her expression shift — eyebrows raising slightly, lips parting. He knows the reaction — most people don’t expect a guy like him to be in science, let alone genetics.

“Whoa,” she says, blinking. “That’s… intense.”

He huffs a quiet laugh. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

“What about you?” he asks, though he already has a guess — she carries herself like someone in the creative field, not a STEM person really.

“Communications,” she says, tucking a curl behind her ear. “Minor in Entrepreneurship.”

Miguel’s head tilts again, like he’s trying to figure her out. “That tracks.”

Amara squints. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He smirks — not in a cocky way, but in that almost shy, hesitant way like he doesn’t want to offend her. “Just… you seem like you know how to talk to people.”

Her cheeks warm. “I’m actually not that great at it.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

She bites the inside of her cheek to stop herself from smiling too hard. Focus, Amara.

They go down the list, the conversation flowing easier than either of them expected.

“Where are you from?”

“Staten Island, but I moved to Florida after high school. Came back to New York for this. You?.”

“Manhattan, Midtown really. Born and raised.”

Then comes the next question. “Guilty pleasure?” Amara reads out loud, already feeling a little amused about what she’s about to say.

Miguel leans back slightly, one arm resting on the back of his chair. “You first.”

She narrows her eyes at him playfully. “Why me?”

“’Cause I wanna hear yours first.”

Amara sighs. “Jersey Shore. But from the second season cause everyone in the house knows each other better and it’s more iconic when they were in Miami. And I’m not guilty about it.”

Miguel blinks, then his lips quirk up in genuine amusement. “Seriously?”

“Yeah.” She grins. “It’s entertaining, I love it.”

He chuckles softly, shaking his head. “It’s been trending again so that makes sense I guess. My mom used to watch it but like hate watched kinda but then liked it.”

She laughed. “Makes sense.“ She then tilted her head. “Well… if we’re talking actual guilty pleasures… I do fall down Hollywood deep dive rabbit holes sometimes.”

Miguel raises a brow. “Like… celebrity gossip?”

Amara scoffs. “Not gossip — history. Like how celebrities careers actually were, or like the history behind movies. I know the most random stuff about pop culture moments.”

Miguel’s grin lingers. “Huh.”

“What?”

“Just… didn’t expect that either.”

Her nail taps against her laptop. “Alright, your turn. Spill.”

He hesitates — just long enough for her to notice — then mutters, “Old novelas.”

Amara’s eyes widen. “What?”

Miguel shrugs, like it’s not a big deal. “My abuela used to watch them all the time when I was a kid. I still watch them sometimes.”

“Like Rubí?” she asks, biting back a laugh.

“Yeah,” Miguel says, a little sheepish but not embarrassed.

“That’s… kinda adorable,” Amara teases, but there’s a warmth to her voice. “My parents love El Señor de los Cielos”

“Good show,” he nodded, glad she didn’t think it was a bad thing.

The last question hovers between them: Tell me something about yourself.

Miguel taps fingers against his notebook, thinking. “I wake up at 5 AM every day to work out.”

Amara’s jaw drops. “Five?”

“Yeah.”

“Willingly?”

He chuckles softly. “Yeah.”

“You’re crazy.”

Miguel leans forward slightly, resting his arm on the desk. “What about you?”

Amara hesitates, then says, “I’ve had my nose pierced three times.”

Miguel’s brows knit together, and for the first time, he really looks at the hoop in her nose — delicate, with tiny diamonds. “Three times?”

She nods, lips quirking. “First time was normal. Then, the piercing fell out. I went to get it back in, wouldn’t go in, waited two weeks and got it redone, but the jewelry was an L shape — wrong kind — so it fell out again.” She laughs softly. “Had to wait a year to get it done right. They even had to put iodine up my nose and everything.”

Miguel winces. “Iodine?”

“Yeah. Felt weird, inside my nose was like orange for a bit, but it barely hurt getting done.”

He laughed. “Looks good now, though.”

Amara blinks. “Thanks.”

The professor claps his hands, pulling the class back to order. “Alright! Hope you all learned something new about each other. Let’s move on.”

Amara glances at Miguel one last time before turning back to the professor, her heart still doing that stupid fluttery thing.

And Miguel — well, he’s already replaying her laugh in his head.

The first few weeks of the semester unfolded like a slow burn — steady, unspoken rhythms forming.

Every Tuesday and Thursday, Miguel finds himself arriving to Media Literacy a little early, not just because he’s prompt to classes — but because Amara always gets there a few minutes before him. Without fail, she slides into her usual seat: second row, close to the board, next to an outlet. The first time it might’ve been coincidence, the second time routine — but now, Miguel wonders if it’s a silent agreement between them, an unspoken decision that yeah, we sit next to each other.

She always has her headphones in when she walks in, big over-ear ones that match her all-black laptop bag, jingling softly with every step because of the keychains hooked onto it — a silver skull, a tiny plush hello kitty, and a heart-shaped charm with a spiderweb design. Her jewelry only adds to the jingling— silver and crystal pendant necklaces layered at her neck, the small hoop in her nose catching the light every time she moves. She practically chimes when she sits down.

Her scent always hits him next — smokey, warm vanilla, but not the overly sweet kind. It’s richer, like burnt sugar and something dark, with a faint undertone of black cherry — probably from the hand sanitizer she pulls out every time she settles into her seat. He doesn’t mean to notice this much, but it’s hard not to when she’s right there, and the smell lingers even after she’s gone.

She always says hi.

It’s never just a nod or a wave — it’s always, “Hey, Miguel”. He likes the way she says his name, even if it makes his stomach twist a little more than he’s willing to admit.

The class itself is… fine. The professor’s energetic enough, pacing at the front of the room while talking about media echo chambers, power structures, and the way people consume information. It’s interesting, sure — but what’s more interesting is Amara.

She’s locked in when it matters — eyes slightly narrowed, lips pursed, typing in bursts on her laptop — but she’s also always doing something creative before class officially starts. Some days, it’s doodling on a digital canvas, her stylus tapping softly against the screen as she works on graphics for The Beacon or content for the comm club’s socials. Other days, it’s designing a flyer or scrolling through Pinterest. Miguel pretends not to glance, but he catches enough to know she’s not just messing around — it’s all purposeful, even if it looks casual.

Once, mid-lecture, the professor brings up Foucault — something about power and knowledge being intertwined — and Miguel watches Amara’s head snap up, her fingers immediately flying across her keyboard. She’s not typing notes, though — he can tell by the way her face scrunches in that determined, focused way — she’s Googling something.

Sure enough, a minute later, she mutters, “Found it,” under her breath — Power/Knowledge by Michel Foucault — free PDF download flashing on her screen.

Miguel can’t help but smirk. “You really just downloaded the whole book?” he whispers.

Amara flicks her gaze to him, her lips twitching. “What? I’m curious.”

That’s something else about her — she’s curious in a way that’s not performative. She doesn’t care about sounding smart; she is smart, and she asks questions without dressing them up in flowery language. She has this way of connecting ideas — tying media literacy back to American individualism or how the general public is responsible for who gets a platform so yes it matters if a controversial person has so many people say ‘well i’m just one person’ it ends up being everyone and that sentiment was individualistic. She doesn’t talk to sound important. She talks to make sense of things.

And Miguel respects that — a lot.

The discussions are the best part of the class, though.

Every time they pair up or break into small groups, Miguel notices how Amara leans into the conversation — not just skimming the surface, but really thinking. Like when they talk about media bias, and she offhandedly says, “People don’t want to hear things that aren’t comfortable or opposite of what they believe, it doesn’t matter if it’s truth or not, it’s aligned with what they want to hear,”

Miguel just stares at her for a second before saying, “That’s a good point.”

Amara’s used to people agreeing just to move the conversation along — but with Miguel, she can tell he means it. He doesn’t add fluff; he just acknowledges when something’s smart.

Outside of class, their interactions are brief but consistent.

Sometimes, Miguel spots her on campus — usually alone, clutching a book she got for free from the library’s withdrawn section. It’s never just fiction — she’s always walking around with some random communication theory book, a collection of essays about film, or a philosophy text. He wonders how her brain isn’t constantly on fire with all the things she’s thinking about.

Other times, he notices how she interacts with people in class — like the girl named Jen who always greets Amara with a cheerful, “Hello, my dear,” or, “Hey, mama.” Amara always responds in kind, asking about Jen’s day or their shared classes, her voice warm but laid-back. She doesn’t cling to anyone, though — more often than not, she’s on her own before and after class, scrolling through her phone or reading.

Then there’s the other stuff Miguel starts to pick up on.

Like how Amara’s emotions are always on her face, despite her resting bitch face.

The first time someone mentions Elon Musk in class — something about him “innovating” media platforms — Amara visibly cringes. It’s not subtle either. Her nose wrinkles, her lips flatten, and her whole body leans back like she’s just smelled something awful.

Miguel bites back a laugh.

And when someone makes a comment about how people just need to stop being so sensitive about media representation, Amara’s reaction is instant. Her brows shoot up, her mouth opens slightly, and her head tilts — a perfect picture of are you serious?

She doesn’t let it slide, either. “It’s not about being sensitive — it’s about acknowledging how representation shapes perception, that empathy should be normalized, godforbid a human basic trait is used. You can’t pretend things exist in a vacuum.”

Miguel finds himself waiting for those moments now — those flashes of honesty in her expressions and the way she speaks up without hesitation.

She had this quietly intimidating, don’t-mess-with-me-but-I’m-nice-if-you-don’t-be-stupid kind of way.

It’s hard not to be drawn to that.

So every time Amara slips into class with her jingling bag, her smokey vanilla and black cherry scent, and her casual, “Hey, Miguel,” — he feels it a little more.

God. He’s screwed.

dividers by @enchanthings and @horangipilled

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The Don Diaries

Don and Sidney have had a very eventful weekend. Sidney is befriending Jaime who is really into pranking him, but luckily Sidney actually enjoys that.

Meanwhile, Don is making a move on the blonde, Gina.

… right in front of Miracle who seems to just constantly hover near Don (although in this case he's in her room, so I guess that's fair!)

Don is a serial romantic and he needs to juggle 3 romantic relationships at once, while also kissing 10 different sims. Don, however, is not experienced enough to realise that it's a bad idea to get involved with people he literally lives with.

But that's a worry for later! For now, we manage to convince Gina that she needs help getting all that makeup washed off...

Well, this is awkward.

… Don, all signs point to getting involved with Gina was a bad idea.

Don persists, though.

Sunk cost fallacy probably plays a role. It always does.

Meanwhile, Ashley continues being the bane of Don's existence.

Which Ashley finds hilarious. Don looks more like he's considering murder.

I try to get Don away, but she randomly slaps him.

WHY ASHLEY?

WHY DO YOU HATE HIM SO MUCH?

Finally, Don flees to his room to hide distract himself from the issues at hand.

#thedondiaries #save me latin pop #latin pop save me

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Tears In His Ferrari || Chp 7

Character: Bucky Barnes x Farmer!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes, used to a life of luxury, takes on farm challenges in a bet with his father. Mud-stained Ferraris and a rustic farmhouse lead to unexpected personal growth, guided by the stern mentorship of Y/N, a farmer making his city-boy life difficult.

Theme: Fluff, Slice of Life, Heart-Warming.

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Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more.

Chapters: Chp 1, Chp 2, Chp 3 , Chp 4 , Chp 5 , Chp 6 , Chp 7 , Chp 8 , Chp 9 , Chp 10 , Chp 11 , Chp 12.

As harvesting season arrived, the farm became a bustling hive of activity. Y/N took it upon herself to teach Bucky how to harvest various crops—barley, potatoes, and corn. Bucky, unfamiliar with the manual labor involved, struggled under Y/N's watchful eye.

Y/N, with her deep understanding of farming, didn't hold back. She pushed Bucky to his limits, demonstrating the relentless nature of the work.

Bucky swung the sickle in an awkward arc, nearly tripping over a clump of harvested barley. Y/N, standing nearby, couldn't hold back a chuckle. "Easy there, Bucky. The crops are the enemies, not your feet."

Bucky shot her a mock glare. "Well, someone needs to tell these crops that I'm in charge now."

Y/N smirked, "I think the crops are winning this battle." She gestured towards a particularly rebellious potato that had rolled away from Bucky. "That one looks like it's staging a great escape."

Bucky lunged after the rogue potato, and in his pursuit, he accidentally knocked over a pile of harvested corn. Y/N raised an eyebrow, "Careful, Bucky. We're not going for crop domination here."

Bucky huffed, "Who knew vegetables could be so cunning?"

Y/N teased, "You've never been outsmarted by a carrot before?"

Now attempting to corral the runaway potato, Bucky grinned, "Not until today, apparently."

Together, they loaded the truck with the harvested crops, and Y/N took Bucky to the factory to sell his produce.

Bucky, gazing at the neatly packed crates, felt a mix of accomplishment and sadness. "I can't believe I did this," he muttered, pride evident in his voice.

Y/N, steering the truck, acknowledged, "You've come a long way. But remember, this is just the beginning."

Arriving at the factory, Bucky's excitement was tempered by the impending debt repayment. "It's hard seeing the money go as quickly as it comes," he confessed.

Y/N, empathizing with his concerns, added, "Farm life is a constant juggle. It's not just about growing crops; it's managing the business too."

Seeing the exhaustion on Bucky's face, Y/N decided it was time for a break. Wanting to lift his spirits, she proposed, "How about we take a break from farming? I'll teach you how to ride Alpine. It's a good skill for handling the cows and sheep."

Bucky, eager for a change of pace, agreed. "Sure, I've ridden horses before, but handling other animals seems like a different ball game."

Y/N smirked, "Well, let's make it interesting. How about a little race? You and me."

Bucky's eyes lit up with excitement. "Now, that's something I can get behind. You're on!"

Then both of them heard a female voice "Bucky."

Both of them turn around. Bucky shock seeing his crush Kate is standing behind the gate.

Kate, the supermodel, stood at the gate, casting an unexpected shadow on the carefree atmosphere of the race. Bucky's initial thrill turned into visible tension as he hastily fixed his hair and adjusted his clothes.

Y/N, sensing the shift in mood, couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation at Bucky's sudden self-consciousness.

Feeling a surge of discomfort, Y/N excused herself, leaving Bucky to face Kate on his own. As she walked away, she couldn't shake the inexplicable irritation bubbling within her.

Kate's charming smile, as she approached Bucky, masked the intricate calculations whirring in her mind. She had been privy to Bucky's infatuation with her before he vanished from the social scene.

Recognizing the potential benefits of a connection with the heir to one of the largest companies in the US, Kate played the game, letting him believe she was unattainable.

However, her carefully laid plans crumbled when Bucky disappeared without a trace. Undeterred, Kate used her resources and connections to track him down, eventually learning about his new life through his friend Steve.

Adjusting her strategy, she decided to cast aside the hard-to-get persona and adopt the role of a supportive friend.

Behind her friendly demeanor and supportive gestures, Kate's mind worked strategically. She aimed not only to rekindle a connection with Bucky but also to seamlessly transition into the role of his girlfriend.

Her calculated moves were a testament to her determination to secure a position in Bucky's life, now that he had resurfaced.

Bucky, taken aback by Kate's unexpected appearance, tried to compose himself. "Oh, hey, Kate. It's been a while, huh?"

Kate, wearing an expression of concern, responded, "Yeah, I was getting a bit worried. You vanished from the scene, and no one knew where you went. Are you okay?"

Bucky, feeling a bit flustered, scratched the back of his head, "Yeah, I'm good. Just needed a break, you know?"

Kate's eyes widened with faux surprise, "A break? I thought something serious happened. Steve made it sound like you went off the grid or something."

Bucky chuckled nervously, "Well, I guess I did, but it's been refreshing. Found a new way of life."

As Kate admired the farm's vast fields and rustic charm, Bucky tried to conceal the fact that this wasn't exactly what Kate had envisioned.

Nevertheless, he maintained a friendly demeanor, "It's a simple life, but it's peaceful. I find it relaxing."

Kate, looking around, hesitated before offering a diplomatic compliment, "Oh, yes, it's... quaint. I can see the appeal of a different pace."

Feeling proud of his newfound lifestyle, Bucky suggested, "Wanna ride Alpine and check out the animals?"

Kate agreed, trying to mask her reluctance. However, her expensive skirt wasn't the most practical choice for a farm adventure. When she realized the potential damage, regret flickered across her face.

Kate gracefully mounted Alpine, trying to maintain her composed demeanor. However, the unfamiliar scent surrounding Bucky caught her off guard.

His essence, now marked by the unmistakable fragrance of sweat and farm work, starkly contrasted to the polished and perfumed Bucky she had known.

As they rode through the fields, Kate discreetly held her breath, attempting to mask her discomfort. The rural aroma infiltrated her senses, making her regret joining Bucky on this rustic adventure.

She couldn't help but long for the lavish events and pristine environments where she and Bucky had previously crossed paths.

Suppressing her unease, Kate smiled and engaged in small talk with Bucky. Deep down, she calculated each word and gesture, determined to leave a lasting impression on the heir to the Barnes empire. Her plan to become the next Mrs. Barnes depended on it.

Amidst the forced smiles, Kate's mind raced. 'This wasn't what I signed up for. I envisioned a glamorous romance, not riding through dirt and sweat. But he's the Barnes heir, and I need to adapt.'

Arriving at Bucky's house, Kate's expectations collide with reality. The modest farmhouse stood as a testament to the simplicity of farm life. She couldn't help but wonder why Bucky, supposedly owning half the land, lived in such humble quarters.

If Bucky turned his head, he might have noticed the subtle surprise on Kate's face, mirroring his initial reaction to the farm.

Bucky, unaware of Kate's inner thoughts, proudly led her towards the house. "Here we are. Welcome to my little haven."

Kate, trying to maintain her composure, forced a smile. "It's... quaint."

Bucky, catching a glimpse of her expression, hesitated for a moment but quickly brushed it off. "Yeah, it's not the Ritz-Carlton, but it has its charm."

As they entered the house, Kate continued to assess her surroundings, her city-girl expectations clashing with the rural reality. Still excited to show her around, Bucky remained oblivious to Kate's growing disappointment.

Y/N, engrossed in her tasks, huffed as she distributed hay to her horse. Toby, stopping by with honey from his grandparents, handed it to Y/N, who promptly thanked him and handed over the payment.

Toby, curious, mentioned seeing Bucky with a famous model named Kate Hasting. Y/N, unfamiliar with Kate due to her lack of social media presence, tilted her head in confusion. Toby, enthusiastic, informed her about Kate's status as an 'It girl.'

Y/N, intrigued, stopped her work and focused on Toby. "Hasting?" she queried, contemplating the revelation.

Toby nodded, "Yeah, that's the one."

"Hmm, interesting," Y/N murmured, her curiosity piqued.

Noticing Y/N's interest, Toby continued, "Yeah, she's a big deal on social media right now."

Y/N, still puzzled, questioned, "Why is she looking for Bucky?"

Toby shrugged, "No idea. Maybe she likes him or something."

Y/N, maintaining her nonchalant demeanor, Y/N responded, "Well, that's his business, not mine."

Toby chuckled, "True, but it's kinda exciting, don't you think? The city coming to our little farm."

Y/N smirked, "Exciting or not, I've got work to do. Thanks for the honey, Toby."

Toby waved as he left, leaving Y/N to ponder the unexpected arrival of a city celebrity to their rural haven.

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