#this is a little long but thats how it is

[stanley-the-coolest]

I wrote a 1k word fic in about two days, realistically if I didn't take a break it would've taken me at hour at most.

It is sad to think that people can't write a 600 word essay without using an ai tool.

In fact, right now, let me write you a 600 word essay on how much I fucking hate ai.

I strongly dislike AI for many reasons, the AI 'art', the writing, the impact on our world socially, economically and to the average Joe. Ai is likely to take thousands if not millions of creative jobs even if it is soulless, uncreative, artificial slop. Why? Because people in today's society no longer respect the hard work of artists, poets, novelists, musical composers, or anything along the lines. They no longer respect research, books, literally anything of the sort.

People would rather be bluntly lied to by a robot that has been fed information from even the most disgusting, vomit inducing posts on the internet than open a book to page nineteen and read for five minutes. The worst, the absolute worst part about this is that these people are somehow succeeding in life because they make their job that is fake and incomplete take five seconds with no cost unlike someone who will breathe life into their research that might take fifteen minutes but their work is correct and complete. It is genuinely obtuse to believe that AI can do a research paper for you without a mistake, yes you may also make a mistake but making mistakes is human. No one should get mad at you for making a mistake but immediately trusting information is true because the same little robot that scrolls through racist reddit posts is 'okay'.

We as a society need to do better than this. Here's some research that I did with true information on how shitty AI is. 'And there are further, non-physical ways AI can harm humans if not carefully regulated. AI could cause issues with digital safety (causing defamation or libel), financial safety (this could be misuse of AI in financial recommendations, credit checks, or the opposite, such as complex schemes that steals or exploits financial information), or equity (biases built into AI that can cause unfair rejections or acceptances in a multitude of programs).' from www.tableau.com/data-insights/ai/risks and thats one source here's another with a list! Automation-spurred job loss Deepfakes Privacy violations Algorithmic bias caused by bad data Socioeconomic inequality Market volatility Weapons automatization Uncontrollable self-aware AI

Thats eight out of fourteen reasons they listed! https://builtin.com/artificial-intelligence/risks-of-artificial-intelligence for the love of god we are a little more than halfway done and I haven't even bitched about the fucking ai jesus videos!

Before we get into that heres one more chunk of text I wanna paraphrase. 'The excitement surrounding potential benefits of generative AI, from improving worker productivity to advancing scientific research, is hard to ignore. While the explosive growth of this new technology has enabled rapid deployment of powerful models in many industries, the environmental consequences of this generative AI “gold rush” remain difficult to pin down, let alone mitigate.

The computational power required to train generative AI models that often have billions of parameters, such as OpenAI’s GPT-4, can demand a staggering amount of electricity, which leads to increased carbon dioxide emissions and pressures on the electric grid.

Furthermore, deploying these models in real-world applications, enabling millions to use generative AI in their daily lives, and then fine-tuning the models to improve their performance draws large amounts of energy long after a model has been developed.

Beyond electricity demands, a great deal of water is needed to cool the hardware used for training, deploying, and fine-tuning generative AI models, which can strain municipal water supplies and disrupt local ecosystems. The increasing number of generative AI applications has also spurred demand for high-performance computing hardware, adding indirect environmental impacts from its manufacture and transport.' Wow isn't that fucking crazy that AI takes so much energy to run that we are literally actively worsening our carbon emissions and killing the planet faster! https://news.mit.edu/2025/explained-generative-ai-environmental-impact-0117

Okay remember those ai jesus videos? I know you have the attention span of a goldfish and your eyes are drifting but give me one more minute of your sanity mkay?

Fucking radical christains are using AI JESUS VIDEOS TO FARM ENGAGMENT AND SCARE YOUR GRANDMA INTO GIVING THEM MONEY.

Okay, I'm done!

im still losing it over the "how did high schoolers write 600 word essays before chatgpt" post. 600 words. that is nothing. that is so few words what do you mean you can't write 600 words. 600 words. this post right here is 45 words.

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Little Black Dress - Caleb

The LADS Men have seen you in your long flowing dresses, but there was something about the way you looked in this particular dress that hugged your curves ; showing off those legs that they dream about being in-between. A/N: Adding Caleb to Little Black Dress because well he deserves it

‼️MDNI MDNI MDNI‼️

Caleb ♡

Storyline: First date night in weeks after he comes home from an extended routine patrol

Caleb wasn’t picky when it came to your attire. He can fight so you can wear whatever you want. You could wear a trash bag and he’d shower you in praises. However this time was different; you’ve never worn a dress like this before. Or maybe it’s just the fact that he’s missed you so much during his routine patrol. Nevertheless He was practically foaming at the mouth when you walked out in that dress that hugged every bit of you just right.

By the time you two made it home Caleb can’t get his hands on you fast enough. You barely make it through the front door before you're pinned to the wall writhing against him. He littered your neck with wet, open mouth kisses “You are so beautiful” His breath was hot against your neck as his hands gripped your waist holding you tightly against him. He sounded like a broken record at this point with how many times he’s complimented you tonight.

“Caleb- ah!” Your voice hitched as his hand slid between your thighs. You shivered from the pleasure as he rubbed your clit through your panties.

“You’re soaked” He whispered huskily in your ear. "Just for me"

“More” You panted grinding into his fingers. His long fingers slid your panties to the side and dipped into your heat. You threw you head back arching into him as you felt an orgasm building in your core. You moaned loudly chasing your high as Caleb watched with half-lidded eyes.

“You can do it … cum for me” He sucked your earlobe into his mouth and thats all it took to send you over the edge. A symphony of moans ripped from your throat as you flooded his palm. He kept pumping a steady pace making you jerk and shudder against him. He didn’t give you time to finish riding out your high before he threw you over his shoulder and headed towards the bedroom. “I want you to squirt like that on my face Pipsqueak”

He gave your ass a playful smack making you yelp. “Keep the dress on”

[shy9-29]

I actually need a two faced jake where at school hes a sore loser versus when he’s alone with yn—complete menace. Biggest cocky flirt out there. At first, yn didn’t know much about jake until he bent her over and fucked the living shit outta her. I’m just down bad for Jake ok.

Two Faced, One Heart: Who is Sim Jake?

심재윤 x reader

୨ৎ Two versions of Jake Sim—one the shy, clumsy boy who spills his coffee at school, the other the filthy-mouthed menace who had you shaking in his lap just hours before class—and somehow, you’re hopelessly addicted to both. ✉️ wc. 13.1k ⋆˙⟡ ⚠️ warnings : oral (both received), begging, teasing, cream pie, minor slut shamming, bullying, pet names, making out, swearing, harsh language, haur pulling, unprotected sex

📝: thats so fucking hot omg? I need jake so bad rn it’s not even funny

mndi · req open

———

The words come out before you can stop them.

“Do you think I could get Jake to fall for me?”

Your friends stare at you like you just confessed to having a crush on the cafeteria salad bar.

“Jake Sim?” Min gapes. “The guy who thanked the printer for working?” Jisoo raises a brow. “His Instagram only has twelve followers. Twelve. One of them is his dog’s account.” You try not to laugh. “Okay, but he’s kind of… sweet?” Min scoffs. “He wears socks with sandals.” You shrug. “Maybe I like that.” You don’t tell them that two nights ago, Jake had you bent over your tiny dorm desk, fingers tangled in your hair, voice low and smug in your ear while you struggled to stay quiet. Because no one would believe you.

Not when the Jake they know fumbles over his words in group projects and blushes when people look at him too long.

But you’ve seen the other side. The one who locks his door with a click and flips like a switch. You see him again the next day in class, right on time as always. Same oversized hoodie, same messy hair. He sits two rows behind you and doesn’t say a word.

You don’t look at him. Not really. But you feel him watching you. The weight of his stare pressed between your shoulder blades. Like he knows exactly what you’re thinking about. Then, when you stand to leave, he brushes past you. Just a little too close. His fingers graze the small of your back—light, subtle, hidden. But it sends heat shooting down your spine. You catch up to him by the vending machines, just outside the library. He’s pretending to debate between orange juice and sparkling water.

You stop beside him. “Healthy choices.” Jake doesn’t look at you. “You wore that lip gloss again.” Your lips curve. “Maybe I like the flavor.” He reaches forward, selects a drink without thinking, and pays. His voice drops, just loud enough for you to hear. “I like it better off my tongue.” Your breath hitches. A pair of students walk past, one of them waving vaguely in Jake’s direction. He nods back with that usual shy smile, all harmless and mild-mannered.

The second they’re gone, his hand brushes against yours, fingers curling briefly around yours before letting go. You’re not sure your heart knows how to keep a steady rhythm around him anymore.

You didn’t know when it started—maybe it was the way Jake always sat in the back of class, quiet and unassuming. Or the fact that, every time you glanced at him, he never seemed to notice. He’d scribble in his notebook, the only sound in the room his pencil moving across the paper. You thought he was weird at first. Too quiet. Too in the background. The kind of person everyone else ignored. But there was something about him you couldn’t shake. The way his glasses would slide down his nose when he concentrated, or how he always wore the same hoodie, despite the weather.

The first time you spoke to him was after class. Your notes were mixed up, and you needed help with something—so you took a deep breath, made your way to him, and asked.

He looked up, startled. His cheeks went pink, and he mumbled something about being “kind of bad at explaining things,” but he agreed to help. That’s how it started. He was awkward. Shy. And he was perfect. You thought about him more than you should have, even as your friends teased you about how he was “just a soft loser” or “too quiet to ever be interesting.” But something about the way he treated you—how he never rushed you, never pushed, always listened—had you intrigued.

Then, the texts started coming. Small things at first—like a picture of a puppy he saw that reminded him of you. Or a random meme about books you both liked. They came at odd times, too. Late at night. In the middle of the day. And you found yourself looking forward to them, even though you knew he wasn’t exactly the “popular” guy at school.

One night, after a study session that stretched long into the evening, you both found yourselves alone in the library. It was just the two of you, the quiet hum of fluorescent lights above, the scent of paper and coffee between you. He looked at you like he wanted to say something, but he never did. Instead, he helped you pack up your things, careful not to touch you too much, but his fingers brushed yours when he handed you your coat. You thought you imagined it, the little spark that shot through your hand, but the way his eyes flicked to yours said otherwise.

“Uh, good night,” he mumbled, voice hushed. You smiled, feeling your heartbeat in your throat. “Good night, Jake.” You didn’t know it then, but that would be the night it all started to shift.

The next few weeks were a blur of fleeting glances, stolen moments. You’d catch him looking at you in class, only for him to quickly look away. Sometimes, he’d find reasons to walk the same path as you, his steps light, as if testing the water between you. And each time, the air between you would grow heavier, electric, like something unsaid was hanging in the space between your words. It wasn’t until one rainy afternoon that things finally tipped over the edge. You were on your way to the library when you spotted him standing under the awning of a building, looking at his phone. His hoodie was pulled up over his head, and he seemed to be oblivious to the fact that the rain was starting to soak through the sleeves.

“Jake!” you called out, jogging over to him. “You’re gonna get soaked.” He looked up in surprise. “Oh, uh… I was just trying to figure out when the rain’s supposed to stop.” He smiled sheepishly. “I should’ve checked the forecast before heading out.” You shook your head, already pulling your umbrella out. “Come on. You’re coming with me.”

He blinked. “What?”

“You’re not standing out here getting drenched. You’re walking me to the library.”

He hesitated, then smiled, a soft, shy grin. “Okay.”

You shared the umbrella, walking side by side. The world outside was blurred by the rain, everything muted except for the sound of your shoes on the pavement and the occasional brush of his elbow against yours. It felt casual, but something about it—something about him—made your heart race in a way you couldn’t explain.

When you reached the library, you both stood under the awning for a second, the warmth of the building just inside. You were both still close, the air between you thick with unspoken things.

And that was when it happened.

Without saying a word, Jake leaned in just enough to let his breath ghost against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “If I walked you to class every day, would you still act like I’m invisible?” he whispered.

Your heart skipped, and you didn’t know how to respond. You didn’t know what to say, or what he was really offering. But you knew, in that moment, everything between you had shifted.

And you weren’t sure you were ready for it.

But you wanted to be.

You’d never seen Jake without his glasses.

The guy everyone knew—shy, reserved, a little awkward—was always framed by those round lenses. It was part of his quiet charm, the way they softened his features, how he hid behind them like a shield. No one really saw the guy underneath, the guy who barely made waves, who faded into the background of every class.

Until today.

You hadn’t expected this when you got the text. “Roommate’s out. You wanna come over?”

It wasn’t anything crazy. It could be a quiet hangout, maybe some late-night studying. But there was a strange feeling building in your stomach, something telling you that tonight might be different.

When you knocked on Jake’s door, you barely had time to brace yourself before it swung open.

And there he was.

Jake, standing there, no glasses. He was wearing contacts, and the difference hit you immediately. His eyes, normally hidden behind lenses, were now wide open, sharp, clear. They looked darker somehow, and for the first time, you saw something in them that wasn’t there before. Confidence. A kind of intensity that threw you off guard.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice smooth, low—nothing like the awkward, stuttering Jake you were used to.

“Hi,” you replied, unsure of what to say, suddenly aware of how close he was standing.

Jake stepped aside, letting you into the room. You took a quick look around—same dorm, but the vibe was different. The room was tidier than you expected, clean, almost meticulous. No clutter, no random piles of clothes or books. It felt… like a space where Jake had control, where things were on his terms.

“You can sit wherever,” Jake said, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed. His posture was relaxed, but there was an edge to it now, something about the way he stood that was different from the usual quiet guy you saw on campus.

You sat on the edge of his bed, but you didn’t know where to look. His eyes were still on you, and the way he watched you made the air between you feel thick, charged.

He took his time, like he wasn’t in any rush. “You didn’t expect this, did you?” Jake’s voice was quieter now, almost like he was daring you to admit it.

You shifted slightly, trying to act casual, but it was hard. “No. I didn’t think you’d be like this.”

He smiled, but it wasn’t the kind of shy, soft smile you were used to. It was different. “Like what?”

You hesitated, but then shrugged. “I don’t know. More… sure of yourself. Less… nervous.”

Jake raised an eyebrow, and there was a flash of something dark in his eyes. “You think I’m nervous?”

You nodded slowly, testing him. “Yeah. I mean, you’ve always been… kind of quiet.”

Jake took a step closer, his expression unreadable now, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “I’m not shy. Just don’t feel the need to put on a show for anyone. And I don’t think you’re stupid enough to believe I’m some clueless guy.”

You stayed silent, suddenly aware of how close he was now, how his presence filled up the space between you.

He was different tonight. No hesitation. No awkward stutter. Just… Jake. But the version of him that you never saw—sharp, self-assured, and unbothered by anything or anyone around him.

“Want to see how different I am?” he asked, his voice lowering, the question hanging in the air.

You barely had time to process before his fingers brushed your arm, the simple touch making your heart race. And just like that, you realized you weren’t ready for the change that was happening between you—but you were already in too deep to turn back.

You weren’t sure what you expected when you agreed to come over, but it wasn’t this.

Jake leaned against the wall in front of you, and for the first time, you felt a shift in the way he held himself, like there was something between you that wasn’t there before. His gaze didn’t flicker away from yours, and his posture was different. He was comfortable—too comfortable, and it made the room feel smaller, hotter.

You opened your mouth to say something, but Jake beat you to it, his voice low and steady. “You don’t look at me the same way you used to.”

Your chest tightened. “What do you mean?”

His smirk deepened. “You’re looking at me like you’re seeing me for the first time. Like I’m not just the quiet guy in the back of class.”

You tried to ignore the way his words made your pulse pick up speed. He was right, and it unsettled you more than you wanted to admit. The Jake you knew was always reserved, always hiding behind his quiet act. But the Jake in front of you now? He was different. More sure of himself. More… commanding.

Before you could find the right words, Jake pushed off the wall and closed the distance between you. He didn’t touch you at first, but you could feel the heat coming off him. You took a shallow breath, the air between you thick with tension.

“Are you nervous?” he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

You shook your head, but you could feel the unease building in your stomach, creeping up your chest. It wasn’t nerves—it was something else. Something new. Something dangerous.

He seemed to sense it, that tiny shift in your energy, and it made him lean in closer. “You can admit it,” he whispered. “I won’t bite.”

Your lips parted slightly at the sound of his voice, thick and low. There was nothing innocent about him now. You could see it clearly. This wasn’t the guy who stumbled over his words or blushed at the slightest attention. This was a version of Jake you hadn’t been prepared for.

And now that you were seeing him—really seeing him—you weren’t sure you wanted to turn away.

Jake’s hand came up to touch your chin, his thumb brushing over your skin with purpose. He tilted your head slightly, studying you like you were a puzzle he was dying to solve. His touch was slow, deliberate, and it made every nerve in your body stand on edge.

“Do you like this?” he asked softly, his thumb tracing along your jawline. “Do you like seeing me like this?”

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you found yourself staring at him, watching how his eyes flickered with something darker, something that made your heart race in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

“I don’t know,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jake’s smirk only grew, and before you could react, he leaned in and kissed you.

It wasn’t a soft kiss, the kind you were used to. It wasn’t gentle or cautious. No, this was different. This was hungry. It was messy. He kissed you like he’d been waiting for this moment, like he couldn’t wait any longer. His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, his lips parting against yours as if he was trying to steal every breath from your lungs.

You let him. You let him pull you in, let him show you what he was capable of when there was no one around to see it.

When he pulled away, just enough to let you catch your breath, his eyes never left yours. There was something predatory in his gaze now, something that made your pulse race.

“You’ve been looking at me for a while,” Jake murmured, his breath warm against your lips. “You never thought I could be like this, did you?”

You swallowed hard, your mind scrambling for something to say, but all that came out was a shaky breath.

Jake smiled, that same smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “I’ll show you just how different I can be.”

And that was when you realized—there was no going back now.

Jake’s lips hovered just inches from yours, his breath mixing with yours, the tension in the air making every nerve in your body feel alive. His eyes were locked onto yours, and you could see the way he was waiting for you—waiting for you to decide how far you wanted to go, how far you were willing to let things shift.

You had never seen him like this. The quiet guy you knew had been replaced by someone far more confident, far more intense. His hand was still resting at the back of your neck, and the way his thumb traced small circles against your skin sent a shiver down your spine.

He didn’t kiss you again right away. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, studying you, watching for any sign of hesitation, any sign that you weren’t ready. His thumb grazed your jaw again, this time a little firmer, almost as if he was marking his territory, making sure you knew he was in control now.

And then, without warning, he pressed his lips against yours again—but this time, the kiss was slower. It was deeper, more deliberate, as if he was savoring it. His other hand slid to your waist, pulling you closer until you could feel the heat of his body against yours.

You tried to breathe, but it was hard. It felt like the world was closing in around you, leaving only the two of you in that small, charged space. You couldn’t focus on anything except the way his lips moved against yours, the way his hands shifted, each touch sparking a new wave of heat in your body.

He pulled away just enough to speak, his voice low, gravelly. “I told you… I’m not the guy you thought I was.”

You nodded, your throat tight, your chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. You could barely process what was happening. Everything about this felt different, so different from anything you’d imagined. The shy, awkward Jake had been replaced by someone who wasn’t afraid to take what he wanted.

His lips trailed down to your neck, and the soft press of his mouth against your skin made your breath catch in your throat. He moved slowly, deliberately, his hands never straying far from you. The warmth of his touch spread through you, and you felt your body responding in ways you hadn’t expected.

“Jake,” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper as his lips traced along your collarbone.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with something primal. “Tell me what you want baby?” His voice was barely audible, but it cut through the fog in your mind.

You didn’t know how to answer, not with words. You had never been this close to him, not like this, not with the air crackling between you like it was about to catch fire. The way the pet name slipped so easily from his mouth made your pussy clench around nothing. But the look in his eyes, the intensity of his gaze, made something stir inside you.

Without thinking, you leaned in again, your lips pressing against his. This time, there was no hesitation. You kissed him back, a little harder this time, both groaning into the kiss as if you were trying to prove something—prove that you were ready for whatever came next.

Jake didn’t pull away. Instead, his hands slid lower, around your waist, pulling you even closer. You felt the heat of his body against yours, his chest rising and falling with each breath. His hands were firm, confident as they explored the curve of your back, the tension in your muscles, the way your body responded to him. 

Every inch of space between you seemed to vanish, and soon there was nothing but the heat, the closeness, and the feeling of his hands on your skin.

For the first time, you weren’t sure if you were in control anymore—or if you ever had been.

Jake pulled away from the kiss, his breath ragged as he looked at you with that same intense gaze. There was something in his eyes—an unspoken challenge, a promise of something you couldn’t quite yet name. You could feel the tension building, heavy in the air between you, thickening with each second that passed.

He reached up slowly, his fingers brushing the collar of his shirt, and your heart skipped a beat as he pulled it over his head, revealing the smooth skin of his chest. The movement was casual, effortless, like he’d done it a thousand times before. His muscles shifted under his skin, the soft light of the room catching the contours of his body, and it was like everything about him felt real now—far more than you ever thought.

You couldn’t help but stare, your gaze tracing over the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. There was no trace of the shy, reserved guy from before. Instead, he stood there—bare, exposed—looking at you with a calm confidence that made your pulse race.

Jake didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. His eyes spoke volumes as they flickered to yours, waiting for you to respond, to make the next move.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you took in the sight of him, suddenly feeling a shift, a hunger building within you that mirrored his own. It was a quiet power, a tension you could feel in your very bones.

Jake’s eyes never left yours as you stood there, frozen for a moment. The air felt thick, charged, as if time had slowed down, and the weight of his gaze made everything around you fade into the background.

He stepped toward you, his chest still bare, his body moving with a kind of fluid confidence that made your pulse spike. Each step he took seemed to make the space between you shrink, until you were once again within inches of him. He didn’t rush. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if he were savoring every moment.

“Do you want this?” he asked, his voice low, steady. The question hung in the air, but there was no hesitation in his tone—only the calm certainty of someone who knew exactly what they wanted.

Your throat tightened, and you nodded, though words seemed impossible to find. The only sound in the room was the quickening rhythm of your breath, mingling with his.

Jake’s hand reached for the hem of your shirt, his fingers grazing your skin as he lifted it, gently pulling it over your head. You let him, your heart pounding in your chest, your skin heating under his touch. He didn’t rush, his hands tracing the curves of your body with careful attention, like he was memorizing every inch of you.

When your shirt finally joined his on the floor, he stepped back slightly to take you in, his gaze sweeping over your exposed skin. His eyes darkened further, a look of quiet admiration in them, but there was something else there too—something predatory, possessive.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice rougher now, the words low but full of meaning.

You could barely process what was happening, but the way he said it—like he was claiming you, and yet somehow honoring you at the same time—made your chest tighten. His hands were at your waist now, pulling you closer again, and his lips found the curve of your neck. He kissed you there softly, his mouth warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

As he kissed you, his hands moved lower, slowly, deliberately, until he was holding you, guiding you gently toward his bed. There was no rush, no urgency—just the feel of his strong hands, the weight of his body against yours, and the soft pressure of his lips as they trailed down to your collarbone.

Jake was taking his time, savoring the moments. He wanted you—he was showing you that much, but he was also letting you see a side of him that no one else got to experience.

And as he lowered you onto the bed, his lips never leaving your skin, you felt a kind of surrender that you couldn’t explain. He was confident, sure of every move he made. But so were you.

This was new. You were new.

Jake’s lips found the delicate curve of your neck, and you inhaled sharply as a wave of warmth flooded your body. His kisses were slow, teasing, each one leaving a faint, tingling trail on your skin. You could feel his breath against you, warm and steady, as he placed soft, lingering kisses along the sensitive spot beneath your ear.

His hands, still resting on your waist, tightened their grip slightly, pulling you closer to him. Every movement was deliberate, purposeful, as if he was in no rush to get anywhere, wanting to savor every moment.

“You’re such a good girl,” Jake murmured against your skin, his voice low and rough. The words sent a shiver down your spine, stirring something deep inside you. His praise, soft yet commanding, made your heart race even faster, the air between you growing thick with desire.

You couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped your lips, your body reacting to the way his voice made you feel—like you were exactly where you needed to be, like you were his.

Jake smiled against your neck, the words lingering in the air. “So good for me,” he whispered, his lips brushing the spot again. You could feel the confidence in his words, the way he was claiming the moment, claiming you. The heat that had been building between you both was undeniable now, and you knew, without a doubt, that this was no longer the shy, quiet guy from school.

This was Jake. The Jake who knew exactly what he wanted—and wasn’t afraid to take it.

The room felt smaller now, even with the space around you. The air was thick with a quiet tension, a sense of something inevitable hanging between you two. Jake was no longer standing across from you, maintaining that careful distance. He was close—too close—and it was clear that neither of you wanted to back away.

You could feel the pull of him, an invisible force that seemed to draw you in, making it impossible to ignore the heat that had been simmering between you both. You’d known this feeling, this desire, had been building for weeks. But now it was no longer just something you could push aside, something you could pretend wasn’t there.

“Do you trust me?” Jake’s voice was soft, but there was a weight to it, a seriousness that sent a ripple of excitement through you. He was close now, his chest nearly brushing yours, and the way he spoke made it clear he wasn’t just asking out of curiosity.

You nodded, unable to find your voice for a moment, the words lost in the heat of the moment. Jake smiled—genuine, a little wicked—and his hand reached out to guide you toward the desk.

The desk that had become a symbol of something you didn’t even fully understand yet. He placed his hands on your hips, his touch firm but not rough, leading you with careful, deliberate steps. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the edge of the desk against the back of your knees.

He stopped, his lips grazing the side of your neck as he whispered, “Stay still for me baby.”

There was an undeniable force in the way he held you, a promise in his words. Your pulse raced as your hands rested against the cool surface of the desk. The room was suddenly quieter, the sounds of your breaths louder than anything else.

Jake stood behind you, his chest pressed against your back. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his breath ghosted over your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. There was a certain thrill in knowing that he was completely in control, that he was in charge.

His hands moved with purpose, sliding from your hips up your sides, lingering over the curve of your waist, tracing slow circles over your ribs. You wanted to press back against him, to feel the weight of him against you, but something kept you still, some tiny shred of self-control.

Jake's hands moved higher, fingers trailing over your collarbone, and you couldn't help the soft gasp that escaped your lips. His touch was firm, possessive, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. You wanted to arch into him, to feel the weight of his body against yours, but you kept your hips planted against the desk, fighting the urge.

Jake's lips traced a path down your neck, and you could feel the smile on his face as he spoke, his voice low and rough. "You're doing so well for me," he murmured.

The words slipped out before you could stop them, your voice shaky and desperate, "I need to feel you-need your cock."

You could feel him smirk against your skin, his hands tracing slow, teasing circles over your hips. "You that desperate, you slut?" he scoffed, his words like a taunt, a challenge.

Jake's words sent heat coursing through your veins, the sound of your own whimpering catching you off guard. It was a sound of desperation, of need, and it betrayed a vulnerability you hadn't meant to show.

But he heard it. Of course he did. He was so close to you, his body pressed against yours, and there were no more secrets between you.

You could feel the anticipation building, the air around you thick with tension. Jake's hands moved with purpose, tugging at your skirt, and it came down in a swift motion, pooling around your ankles. He took a step back, giving you space, and for a moment, you were left standing in just your underwear.

Jake's eyes darkened as he watched you, the desire in his gaze unmistakable. He moved closer again, crowding you against the desk, and you could feel the heat radiating off his bare skin, the way it made your skin prickle with anticipation.

You looked back to see Jake stroking his already leaking cock, letting out a low groan in the process. You could feel a smirk form on his lips as he shoves your panties aside. “Jesus yn, you’re dripping.” His words brought a throbbing sensation to your pussy, a desperate whimper leaving your mouth. “Jake…please,” you begged. “I need to feel you.” The heat in your body was almost unbearable now, your words little more than a ragged breath as you plead with him, "Fuck, Jake." It was like all the thoughts had slipped away from you, replaced by a pulsing need.

Jake didn't hesitate. He was still gripping your hip with one hand, his other wrapping around your waist as he pulled you back against him. There was no more waiting, no more teasing. He was hard and ready, and you could feel it pressed against you, and you were slick and wanting, and you couldn't take it any longer.

With a low, guttural groan, Jake slammed his cock inside your soaked cunt in one motion, causing you both to let out the filthiest sound. 

“fuck, look at you,” jake groaned quietly, fingers spreading your ass apart. “such a filthy little thing, huh? letting me use that pussy mouth like it’s all you’re good for.”

his hand is tangled in your hair now, not tugging—just resting there, warm and heavy, like a crown you’ve earned. you try to stay quiet, knowing that the building has thin walls, spit pooling and dripping down your chin as your rhythm falters under the weight of his words. “Jake, it feels go good—“

“quiet,” he snaps softly, and your lashes flutter as you obey.

good. obedient. ruined.

“that’s it, baby. show me how good you are at taking my cock,” he says, voice almost tender if not for the filth of it. “can’t even breathe right, but you don’t care, do you? you love it too much. love being my perfect little toy.”

you whimper around him, and it makes his hips stutter. his thighs tense.

his control cracks just a little.

“god, you’re so good for me. fuck, baby—so fucking perfect.”

he grits his teeth, hand tightening just slightly in your hair. “no one else gets to see you like this. no one else can. only me.”

your jaw aches. your throat burns. but still, you don’t stop. “this pussy is made for me,” he continued, throwing his head back. “Fucking made for me yn.”

Jake was losing control, his words coming out in sharp breaths. He'd never spoken to you like this before, never so openly, so shamelessly filthy. Your mind was reeling, the sensations overwhelming as he took what he wanted from you, his words only fueling your own desire.

“J-Jake- too much.” you whisper cry to him. He giggles a bit, only looking at you the whole time. “And you love it.” he grabs onto your waist gently. 

You help fuck yourself on him a bit faster and he lets out a groan. “You’re so tight around me.. y/n..” he thinks he hasn’t stretched you out enough beforehand. “We can.. do it..” you say, already out of breath.

You spread your legs a bit more, releasing a bit of tension on him. You succeed taking on his big cock, whilst using his shoulders as handles. “You’re taking it so good..” he whispers. You go faster at his praises.

He’s been stretching you out for a while now, and it definitely got easier over time. The slight discomfort turned into satisfying pleasure for you. His swollen tip hits your g-spot every single time, making you want to cum right there. However, he’s been wanting to finish ever since you started. You feel so good wrapped around him he’s surprised he hasn’t let out any further moan yet. 

His hips move faster again, getting closer to cumming again. Your puffy cunt is crying at this point, while you let out a slight moan with every thrust. You keep going for a bit before, before rolling your eyes back to cum. “I’m— gonna… I… oh m… Jake..” you struggle. 

You don’t get to say anything—your body gives out before your voice can even catch up. Your thighs tremble around him, and you’re a mess in his lap, clinging to him like he’s the only thing grounding you. The sound you let out is raw, louder than before, and Jake just leans back in his chair, watching you fall apart with that smug, wrecked grin of his.

His hands tighten around your waist, keeping you moving even as your body begs for mercy. He’s not letting go—not yet.

“You’re not done,” he mutters low against your throat, lips brushing your skin. “Not until I say so.”

You try to respond, but it’s all heat and haze now. Your chest presses against his as your head drops to his shoulder, and he doesn’t stop—he guides you through every slow grind, every twitch of your body that draws another gasp from your lips. His voice is rough, breathless, right in your ear.

Then his body jerks beneath you, and the way he holds you after—tight, possessive—tells you everything you need to know. His hand slides up your back as you both sit there, the room thick with the aftermath, your bodies still tangled.

You think it’s over. You think maybe now he’ll let you breathe.

But then his grip shifts, and he pulls you right back down onto him, your body jolting at the sudden contact.

A gasp leaves you, and his laugh—low and dangerous—rumbles against your collarbone. “Still so sensitive,” he teases, brushing your hair back as he presses a kiss just below your ear. “Thought you could handle me.”

Your arms drape around his neck again, head buried against his skin, and all you can do is hold on. You kiss the sweat-slicked curve of his jaw, trying to catch your breath while he stays buried deep, unmoving, content to just keep you there—full, overwhelmed, and completely his.

And with one hand still steady on your hip, Jake casually slides his chair back toward his desk, like it’s just another night—like you’re not still trembling on top of him.

Just before he grabs his headset, he whispers, “You should hear yourself.”

By the time you got back to class Monday morning, it was like nothing had ever happened. Or at least, that’s how Jake made it seem.

There he was, slouched in his usual seat at the back of the lecture hall, hoodie half-zipped, glasses perched slightly crooked on the bridge of his nose. He was typing away at his laptop like he hadn’t just had you moaning his name into the crook of his neck two nights ago, skin flushed, bodies tangled.

He glanced up as you walked in. His eyes found yours for a second too long—and then he looked away, pretending to be distracted by something on his screen. You swore you saw the corner of his mouth twitch, like he was fighting a smile.

You took your seat a few rows ahead of him, and a minute later, you felt the faintest buzzin your pocket.

“I had fun.”

You turned around. He was staring at his laptop like he hadn’t just texted you that. Like he hadn’t just ruined you on that same voice he used to answer class questions with a stutter.

Jake was still quiet in public, still awkward. He still pushed up his glasses too often and knocked over his water bottle when reaching for his pen. But now, there was a glint in his eyes every time he looked at you. A silent smugness. A private joke only the two of you knew the punchline to.

And when your professor called on him to answer a question, and he stumbled over the words “data structure,” turning slightly pink, you thought—no one else in this room had a clue. No one knew that he’d whispered “stay still for me” against your skin like a command. That the same clumsy guy blushing in front of the class had told you with a dark smirk, “such a good girl, you took me so well.”

You looked over your shoulder again. Jake met your eyes, and this time, he didn’t look away. Just popped a piece of gum into his mouth, chewing slow, gaze steady. And then he winked.

You almost dropped your pen.

You tried to keep it to yourself—you really did. But your friends had spent the last ten minutes at your table giggling over Jake like he was some weird cryptid.

“I checked his Instagram again,” Yuna said, sipping her iced coffee. “He lost a follower. And he posted a blurry picture of a squirrel once.”

“Do you think he even knows how to use Instagram?” Soojin added, snorting. “He gives off ‘my mom made this account for me’ energy.”

You bit your lip, trying not to smile too hard.

“What?” Yuna asked, eyes narrowing at you. “Why are you smiling like that? Don’t tell me you actually think he’s hot.”

“I don’t think he’s hot,” you said slowly, stirring your drink.

They leaned in.

You sighed, leaning back in your seat, glancing over your shoulder out of habit.

“Okay,” you whispered. “This doesn’t leave this table.”

Yuna and Soojin practically vibrated with anticipation.

“I went to his dorm,” you started, voice low. “A few nights ago. His roommate was gone. And he wasn’t wearing glasses. He had contacts in. And he—” you hesitated, heartbeat picking up. “He was acting completely differnt. And we kinda.. you know.”

Yuna let out a dramatic gasp. “No way.”

Soojin cackled. “Shut up. Jake? Jake Sim and y/n fucked?”

You nodded slowly, lips twitching.

“And?” Yuna prompted. “And? What, did he trip over his desk accidentally slip his dick into you?”

You hesitated. “We, uh… no…”

Both of their jaws dropped—and then they burst into laughter.

“No, no, you’re joking,” Soojin said, leaning into Yuna for support. “Jake? Jake had you—what, bent over his gaming chair while his twelve Instagram followers cheered him on?”

“I’m serious,” you said, laughing despite yourself. “He’s not—he’s not how you think he is. Not when we’re alone.”

“Okay, now you’re just making it sound like he’s Batman,” Yuna snorted. “By day, he’s a bio major with a screen protector on his calculator. By night—”

“Hey.” A voice cut in behind you.

You froze.

Yuna’s eyes widened.

Soojin slapped a hand over her mouth.

You turned your head slowly—Jake was standing there, tray in hand, his expression unreadable. His glasses were on, hoodie loose, hair a little messy like he’d just rolled out of bed.

“Hi,” he said, voice calm, like he hadn’t just caught you mid-confession.

You blinked up at him. “Jake.”

He looked at your friends, then back at you. “You forgot your charger last night.”

He placed it next to your drink, eyes flicking down to your hand for half a second.

“Thanks,” you said, voice quiet.

Jake gave you a lazy smile—barely there, but you knew it. You knew that look now. He turned, walked away like nothing happened, headphones already around his neck.

You turned back to your friends.

Their mouths were hanging open.

“…You’re not joking,” Yuna said flatly.

“I told you,” you whispered, trying—and failing—to hide the grin pulling at your lips.

Your friends were still frozen, processing, as Jake walked off toward the other end of the café like he hadn’t just detonated a bomb and left you to deal with the aftermath. He didn’t look back, but the slow, smug drag of his steps made it very clear—he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I…” Yuna blinked. “Was that your charger?”

You nodded, sipping your drink to hide your smirk.

Soojin finally found her voice. “Did he say last night?”

You nodded again, this time a little slower.

Both of them let out the most synchronized gasps you’d ever heard in your life.

“Girl,” Yuna whispered, leaning across the table like she was afraid someone would overhear, “what the hell is going on? That’s not even—Jake? Like, Jake Sim? He’s—he’s a meme. We literally made a Bingo card of the number of times he trips in the hallway!”

“Yeah,” you said, unable to stop the warmth in your cheeks. “And apparently, he’s also capable of blowing my back out while explaining the difference between RAM and ROM.”

Soojin shrieked. “Stop!”

You were laughing now, the kind that bubbles up and won’t stop. It was ridiculous. All of it. And yet, every time you thought about the way he kissed you—like he knew what he was doing, like he’d been waiting for the right moment to show you—you felt your knees threaten to give out.

“Okay,” Yuna said, gripping your arm. “So, wait. Is he, like… your boyfriend now? Or is this just an elite phase?”

You opened your mouth—then closed it again.

You hadn’t even thought that far.

Jake hadn’t said anything official. No labels. No talks. Just quiet texts. A stolen charger. A wink in lecture. And the memory of him whispering in your ear, voice low and breathless, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

“I don’t know,” you admitted honestly. “But I don’t think this is just a one-time thing.”

At that exact moment, your phone buzzed again.

“also, I meant every word I said to you”

Your head snapped up. Across the room, Jake was seated with his laptop open, headset slung around his neck, biting into a sandwich like the most innocent man alive.

Your stomach flipped.

This menace. This liar. This actor.

Your thumbs hovered over the screen, a mix of embarrassment and fondness curling in your chest.

“you’re actually evil”

“i hate you”

“i hate that i don’t hate you”

A beat passed.

“you’re cute when you fluster. wanna come over after chem?”

Your friends didn’t even need to ask who you were texting. They saw your face and groaned in unison.

And for once, you didn’t even deny it.

Jake was a master of the double life. You didn’t know how he did it, but it was like he could flip a switch whenever he stepped foot in the hallways of the university.

In class? A complete disaster.

The shy, bumbling guy you’d always seen—his glasses slipping down his nose, tripping over his own feet as he made his way to his desk. He’d stammer when he spoke to the professor, barely making eye contact with anyone, and was always the first to look down at his phone when group discussions came up. The Jake everyone saw was awkward, quiet, and somehow endearing in his nerdy way. The one who sat by himself in the cafeteria, fiddling with his notebook, hoping no one would notice him.

And yet, you knew. You knew there was something more beneath that awkward exterior. Something darker, something confident. You’d seen it for yourself, just two nights ago. The quiet guy who barely spoke a word in class had turned into a completely different person behind closed doors.

But here, in the hallway, between classes, you wouldn’t have been able to guess that same Jake was the one who had you shivering under his touch, whispering praises into your ear like he owned you.

You were walking past his usual spot in the library when you caught him fumbling with a stack of books, his face scrunched up in concentration. He didn’t notice you at first, too focused on his task. But when he looked up, the usual blush crept up his neck, and his mouth opened, but no words came out.

“Hi,” you said casually, a teasing grin tugging at the corner of your mouth. “You need help with those?”

He gave a nervous laugh, adjusting his glasses and dropping the books onto the table like his hands suddenly didn’t know how to hold them anymore. “Uh, yeah, no, I—um, I got it. Thanks, though.”

You could barely contain your laughter. Here he was, this guy who had literally whispered praises in your ear only days ago, looking like a total mess in front of you. He couldn’t even manage eye contact without turning an embarrassing shade of pink.

“So,” you said, leaning against the bookshelf beside him, your arms casually crossed. “You been doing any more squirrel photography lately?”

Jake froze, his face flushing deeper. “Uh, n-no,” he stammered, grabbing his books a little too quickly. “I— I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

It was like watching a completely different person. Gone was the guy who had held you close, kissed you with authority. Gone was the guy who made you forget everything when his lips were on your neck. Now, he was just a bumbling mess, avoiding your eyes, looking everywhere but at you.

“You’re so weird,” you teased lightly. “You know, I’ve been wondering… is it really the glasses, or is it the awkwardness? Which one is the real you?”

Jake opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He just looked at you, a mixture of embarrassment and—was that a hint of guilt? Like he had a secret he didn’t want anyone to know.

“Never mind,” you said with a smirk, walking away from him. “Keep up the good work, loser.”

You could feel him watching you, probably frozen in place, but you didn’t care. It was almost unbelievable how different he could act when it was just the two of you alone in a room. The guy who couldn’t make it through a simple conversation in public had turned into the man who made you forget your own name when he had his hands on you.

But for now, all you could do was shake your head and laugh, marveling at how Jake was pulling off his double life—completely clueless and completely in control, all at once.

The cafeteria went silent the moment you walked past your usual table and headed straight for his.

Jake was sitting alone, as usual—tray of barely-touched food in front of him, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands like he was trying to disappear into himself. He was hunched over his phone, earbuds in, completely unaware of the social earthquake that was about to hit.

You plopped down across from him without warning.

His head snapped up. He blinked, startled. “Wh—uh… hey?”

Conversations around you dipped, and you could feel the whispers starting. Not subtle ones either. Real, full-body turns. Eyes darting. Forks pausing mid-air. People whispering you’re joking, is that Y/N? and she’s sitting with him?

You just smiled, opening your drink like this was the most normal thing in the world. “Relax,” you said, lowering your voice and leaning forward just a little. “You’re acting like I just declared war on the entire social order.”

He pushed his glasses up and blinked a few times. “You… you don’t usually—uh, sit here.”

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’. “But today I felt like sitting with my favorite academic weapon slash secret menace.”

Jake choked on his water.

You grinned. “Also, I think I’ve figured you out.”

He swallowed hard. “F-Figured me out?”

“Yup.” You tilted your head at him, keeping your voice low and teasing. “I think your glasses are what activate your awkward personality. Like a switch. You wear them? Jake the human embodiment of a shy turtle. You take them off? Boom. Total menace.”

His ears turned pink. He scratched the back of his neck, trying to look casual but failing completely. “They’re prescription…”

“And yet they’re also your disguise,” you smirked.

Around you, the buzz of conversation slowly picked back up. Everyone was still sneaking glances, but they were getting bored now that you weren’t making out on the table or confessing your love with a boombox overhead. One by one, people returned to their own lunches.

And that’s when he looked up at you—and really looked.

The second your audience was gone, the timid act melted off his face like it had never existed. His back straightened. His expression shifted, eyes sharpening just a little, mouth tugging into that familiar slow smirk that made your stomach flip.

“You like the glasses?” he asked, voice lower now, smooth and lazy.

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden switch.

He leaned forward on his elbows, gaze steady and annoyingly smug. “You think that’s what keeps me from bending you over this table right now?”

You nearly choked on your drink.

“There’s the menace,” you muttered, eyes narrowing as your pulse spiked.

Jake smiled like he’d just won something. “You came to my table, remember?”

“And now I’m questioning everything.”

He laughed under his breath, picking up a fry from his tray and tossing it into his mouth like he had all the time in the world.

“Too late,” he said, chewing. “You already made your choice. Better hope no one figures out what I look like without the glasses.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you threatening me?”

He grinned. “I’m warning you.”

And just like that, he went back to sipping his water, glasses slipping again, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands. Back to harmless, quiet Jake.

But you knew better now.

So did he.

You were two seconds away from dragging Jake by the collar.

He sat stiffly next to you on the couch, surrounded by your friends, looking like someone who’d just been dropped into a completely foreign dimension. His hoodie was zipped all the way up to his neck, hands tucked into his sleeves, legs pressed together like he was trying to take up the least amount of space possible.

Your friends were trying. God bless them, they were.

“So, Jake,” Yuna said, passing him a slice of pizza. “What are you majoring in again?”

Jake blinked. “Um. Bio.”

Silence.

Soojin tried to jump in. “Cool! Are you doing like, pre-med or something?”

Jake stared at the pizza in his lap like it personally offended him. “No.”

You gave him a sharp elbow to the ribs. He flinched. “I, uh… I just like cells.”

More silence.

You shot him a look.

Jake gave a weak smile. “Cells are nice.”

You excused yourself to the kitchen before your soul could physically leave your body from secondhand embarrassment. Jake followed, like a lost puppy—but once the two of you were out of earshot, you whirled on him.

“Are you serious right now?”

Jake blinked innocently. “What?”

“You’re acting like a scared freshman at their first club meeting. Can you just…” You groaned, tugging him by the sleeve. “Be normal. Be you. The you that had me on my knees last weekend.”

Jake raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You want me to flirt with your friends?”

You narrowed your eyes. “I want you to act like you’re not a socially-anxious squirrel.”

He leaned against the counter with a little too much confidence now. “Babe, I already got what I wanted. I don’t need to charm your friends.”

You stepped closer, lowering your voice. “If you keep acting like a brick wall, I swear to god I’m not giving you head again.”

Jake blinked.

Then he straightened.

“You wouldn’t.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Try me.”

There was a moment of silence. He stared at you like you’d just ripped the moon from the sky and thrown it in his face.

And then—he sighed dramatically. “Fine.”

You watched him walk back into the living room, a defeated slump in his shoulders. But right before he sat down again, he glanced back at you and mouthed, rude.

You just smiled sweetly.

You watched him march right back into the living room like a man on a mission. No hoodie shielding his face, no sleeves hiding his hands—Jake dropped onto the couch next to Yuna like he belonged there. Like he hadn’t just been threatening to pretend he didn’t know the English language five minutes ago.

“So,” he said casually, draping one arm along the back of the couch. “Y/N tells me you guys stalked my Instagram.”

Your head snapped up.

Yuna blinked, caught. “W-What?”

Jake smirked. “Twelve followers and still managed to bag your friend. Pretty impressive, right?”

Your jaw dropped.

Soojin choked on her drink.

Yuna looked like she’d just short-circuited.

“I mean, I don’t post thirst traps or anything,” Jake continued, tone light but clearly enjoying himself. “Y/n says I should.”

You were frozen. You hadn’t even known he could talk in complete sentences around your friends, let alone roast them.

He glanced at you mid-sentence, lips twitching. “What? You said be normal.”

“This is not what I meant by normal,” you hissed under your breath.

Jake only smiled wider.

“I mean,” he said louder now, eyes gleaming, “Y/N didn’t really stand a chance. She was obsessed with me from the moment she saw me trip over a recycling bin.”

You stared at him, half-horrified, half-impressed. The duality of this man was actually insane.

“You’re the worst,” you muttered, but your voice was shaking with barely contained laughter.

He leaned back on the couch, one leg crossed over the other like he’d been doing this all his life. “I prefer ‘underrated.’”

Soojin blinked at you, stunned. “Is this the same Jake?”

“Sadly,” you deadpanned.

Jake stretched his arms overhead, smirking like he’d just won something. “Told you. Glasses on—loser. Glasses off?” He looked at you over the rim of his drink. “Problem.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling.

Because he was right.

The conversation shifted, but Jake didn’t shrink back like he normally would. In fact, he leaned in. Tossed out a few sarcastic remarks, made a joke about the weird guy in your chem lecture, and even stole a fry off Yuna’s plate like he’d known her for years.

You sat there stunned, barely able to process the whiplash of it all.

At one point, Soojin gave you a look—eyebrows raised, lips parted like girl…—and you just blinked back, equally bewildered.

Jake caught the exchange, of course. He always did. He leaned over toward you, his voice dropping low, just for you to hear.

“Still mad at me?” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You didn’t look at him. “You’re skating on very thin ice.”

He chuckled softly. “You threatening me again?”

You smirked, finally glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. “I don’t threaten, Jake. I warn.”

That seemed to only encourage him. “You know I love when you talk like that.”

You elbowed him under the table, but he didn’t even flinch—just grinned like the menace he was.

Eventually, your friends began packing up their things, saying goodbye, and heading out one by one. Jake stayed close beside you, still riding the high of finally breaking his “awkward loner” act in public.

As the room cleared, he bumped your shoulder lightly. “So… did I do good?”

You stared at him. “You did too good.”

He raised a brow, amused. “Jealous?”

“No,” you scoffed, gathering your stuff. “More like terrified of the monster I just unleashed.”

Jake slung his bag over his shoulder, his grin never fading. “Told you. You’re the one who wanted me to be social. You made this happen.”

You paused at the doorway, giving him a long look. “You’re still not getting head tonight.”

He laughed, following close behind you. “Liar.”

God help you—he was right again.

Jake walked you back to your dorm with a bounce in his step, like he hadn’t just caused a minor social earthquake in your friend group. You kept glancing over at him, trying to find even a trace of the shy, fumbling version of him your friends had always known—but nope. Gone. Completely replaced by this smug, way-too-proud-of-himself creature strutting beside you like he’d just won an Oscar.

“You seriously said ‘bagged your friend,’” you muttered, shaking your head.

Jake shrugged, completely unapologetic. “I was being honest.”

“You’re impossible.”

He smirked, leaning closer so his shoulder bumped yours. “But you love me anyway.”

Your heart did a weird little skip, but you masked it with a scoff. “Mm, debatable.”

He laughed, but you could tell he noticed the way your ears flushed. Jake always noticed. Which made it all the more dangerous when he decided to push.

“You sure?” he said lowly, glancing at you sideways. “Because if I remember correctly, few nights ago you were practically begging—”

You slapped a hand over his mouth before he could finish. “Don’t you dare say that sentence out loud.”

Jake’s laughter vibrated against your palm, and he licked it just to be annoying.

“Jake!”

“What?” he said, completely unbothered, mouth curling into that damn smile again. “I’m just saying, you seemed pretty in love with me when you were—”

“I swear to god, I won’t let you cum tonight.”

He grinned. “Still wouldn’t change what happened on my desk.”

You groaned, unlocking your door and stepping inside, not even bothering to push him out. He followed like he lived there, already dropping his bag on your floor and toeing off his shoes.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” you muttered, tossing your jacket on the chair, “but I kinda miss socially awkward Jake.”

Jake leaned against your desk—the very one he had completely ruined you on—crossing his arms with a smug tilt of his head.

“I’ll bring him back next time we’re around your friends,” he said sweetly. “Wouldn’t want to scare anyone.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re the worst.”

He took a slow step toward you. “And yet…”

You backed up until the backs of your knees hit your bed. Jake caged you in without touching you, just that cocky little smirk inches from your mouth.

“…you keep letting me in.”

Your breath hitched.

You hated how right he was.

He didn’t even have to touch you—just standing there, close enough to fog up your brain, was enough to make your breath catch. That same smug little smirk tugged at the corner of his lips like he knew. (And he did. He always did.)

You crossed your arms, trying to look unaffected. “We’re not doing anything tonight.”

Jake tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Didn’t say we were.”

“You were thinking it.”

He grinned. “Can’t a guy hang out with his girlfriend without being accused of crimes?”

You blinked. “Your what?”

Jake froze for half a second—just enough to catch it—then played it off with a shrug, looking entirely too casual. “You. My girlfriend.”

“Jake,” you said slowly, “we haven’t even been on a date yet.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Okay, and?”

You stared at him.

He held your gaze, deadpan. “We’ve had sex on your desk.”

Your mouth opened, then shut again. He just kept going.

“I’ve had my tongue in you. Multiple times. You think a coffee date is gonna make it moreofficial?”

You smacked his shoulder, cheeks burning. “You’re insane.”

Jake smiled, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist. “You’re stuck with me now. Might as well give me the title.”

You rolled your eyes, but your hands found the hem of his hoodie anyway, fingers curling there.

“This better not mean I have to start posting you on my story.”

“Oh no,” he teased. “Anything but that.”

You sighed. “Fine. One date. But you’re planning it.”

Jake smirked, already way too pleased with himself. “Good. I was gonna make you fall in love with me anyway.”

It became… a problem.

First it was your friends catching you two making out in the library stacks. Then it was the quad. Then the empty art building stairwell. At one point, Yuna dramatically threatened to carry a spray bottle in her bag just to spritz you both like misbehaving cats.

You tried to tone it down. Really. But Jake had this stupid, unfair ability to get under your skin with just one look. One whisper. One brush of his hand against your lower back when no one was watching.

And then there was the incident. The one no one dared to speak about—but everyone knew.

You’d followed Jake into the men’s washroom between lectures, heart pounding, brain nowhere near your upcoming lab. One minute you were teasing him red, leaking tip with minor kitty licks, the next—A very unfortunate and traumatized TA walked in at the exact wrong time.

To this day, you’re not sure who was more horrified: you, Jake, or the TA who immediately did a full 180 and walked straight back out without a word.

Jake couldn’t stop laughing. You couldn’t show your face in that building for a week.

Now every time you pass that hallway, he leans in with a whisper and a smug, “Wanna relive the glory days?”

You elbow him. Hard. But your ears still burn.

Because the worst part? You absolutely do.

You hadn’t even had a chance to settle into the cozy atmosphere of a movie night with Jake, Sunghoon, and Sunoo before everything went to hell.

It was supposed to be a simple night. You, Jake, and his friends, chilling on the couch, watching some random movie Sunghoon picked out after a few too many awkward silences. You’d been mentally preparing yourself for this, maybe even looking forward to getting to know his friends better. You’d heard so much about them, and Sunoo had been sending you memes for weeks now, always so sweet and teasing.

But instead of a normal movie night, you ended up on Jake’s lap with your lips pressed to his, unable to hold back as he slipped his hands beneath your hoodie. Your fingers were tangled in his hair, and you completely forgot about the stupid film Sunghoon had started. All that mattered was the heat building between you and Jake, the sound of his breath against your mouth, the way he was slowly getting bolder, moving his lips to your neck—

And then, the unmistakable sound of a throat clearing from across the room.

You froze, eyes widening, and pulled back from Jake just as Sunghoon and Sunoo exchanged awkward glances.

“Well,” Sunghoon said, adjusting his glasses with a little too much casualness, “This is… an interesting way to start a movie night.”

You sat up quickly, heart racing. “We—uh, we weren’t—”

Sunoo cut you off with a laugh that had a slightly knowing edge to it. “Don’t worry, I’ve seen worse. But wow, didn’t think I’d be walking in on this so soon.”

You could feel your face heating up, but Jake, the menace, only smirked, his arm still casually draped around you. “I was just showing her how comfortable the couch is. Isn’t it nice, babe?”

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow at that, glancing between you two. “Comfortable, huh? Good to know.”

Sunoo chuckled. “I guess I’m glad we finally got a front-row seat to Jake’s ‘split personality.’” His voice dropped to an exaggerated whisper, adding, “Who knew the shy, awkward guy could get so… intense.”

You looked at Jake, whose eyes were practically glowing with mischief. You knew exactly what that meant.

“I told you guys,” Jake said, sliding his fingers through your hair, his voice low and smooth. “She’s got me wrapped around her finger. Not just with the whole ‘studious boyfriend’ act.”

Sunghoon chuckled and shook his head. “I’m just here for the popcorn, but whatever you guys are doing, you’re definitely ruining the vibe of the movie.”

You swore you could feel the heat radiating from your face, but Jake was entirely too smug, his hand never leaving your waist. “Movie’s overrated anyway,” he said with a wink. “Better company right here.”

The tension in the room was palpable, but somehow, you knew this was just the beginning. Jake wasn’t about to stop teasing you in front of his friends, and now they definitely knew what he was like when he wasn’t playing the quiet, shy guy.

It had been exactly one month since you and Jake made things official, and somewhere along the way, he had somehow charmed all your friends.

Yuna, especially.

What started off as teasing glances and snarky comments turned into him greeting her with “What’s up, my other girl?” in front of literally everyone—like it was the most normal thing in the world.

You’d laughed the first time. Sort of.

The second time, your smile was tight.

By the third, you didn’t even look at him. Just turned around, grabbed your bag, and left without a word. The silence that followed was deafening.

He texted. Called. Showed up at your dorm with snacks, guilty puppy-dog eyes, and one of your hoodies you’d accidentally left at his place.

You didn’t budge.

Not when he spammed you with voice memos or when he got Sunoo to send you dramatic apologies on his behalf. Not even when Yuna told you that Jake had asked herhow to fix it, which was ironic in the most painful way possible.

A week passed. You were starting to miss him—his touch, his stupid jokes, the way he looked at you like you hung stars in his sky—but you were petty, and prideful, and notabout to forgive him over something as dumb as a nickname that made your stomach twist.

But Jake knew you. And Jake never lost.

The night you finally gave in, he showed up to your dorm without a word, eyes dark, hands careful. He didn’t ask if he could stay. Just got down on his knees, pulled you to the edge of the bed, and showed you how sorry he was.

You didn’t even realize your fingers were tangled in his hair, hips shaking as he flicked your clit around with his tongue, breath caught somewhere between a moan and a sob.

By the time he looked up, lips swollen, pupils blown wide, your legs were trembling and you couldn’t remember what planet you were on.

“Still mad at me?” he asked, voice hoarse, a little smug, but mostly sincere.

You tried to speak, failed. All you could do was blink down at him.

He kissed the inside of your thigh. “Good. Because you’re my only girl.”

And yeah—he won. Again.

The next morning, Jake acted like nothing happened.

He was sprawled across your tiny dorm bed, hair a mess, hoodie half-off his shoulder, munching on the cereal you kept strictly for late-night study stress. Like he hadn’t just given you an out-of-body experience twelve hours ago.

You stood at the mirror brushing your hair, shooting him a look through the reflection. “You’re really just gonna sit there like you didn’t have me literally sobbing last night?”

Jake grinned around a spoonful of cereal. “I figured you forgave me when you couldn’t feel your legs after.”

You tossed a hair tie at him. He dodged, laughing.

“You’re lucky I didn’t call you a cab,” you said, turning back around.

“I am lucky,” he said, voice lower now, more serious, “but not just for that.”

You paused. Met his eyes.

Jake set the bowl aside and stood up, crossing the room to wrap his arms around your waist from behind. His chin rested on your shoulder, voice soft. “I’m sorry for the Yuna thing. I thought I was being funny. I didn’t realize it hurt you.”

You didn’t respond right away. He held you tighter.

“You know I only want you, right?”

You nodded, finally. “You’re still an idiot.”

“Yeah,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “But I’m your idiot.”

You rolled your eyes, but leaned into him anyway, the tension finally melting.

Later that day, Yuna raised an eyebrow as you walked into the café together, hand-in-hand with Jake.

“Back from the dead?” she teased.

Jake smirked. “Had to perform a little resurrection.”

You buried your face in your drink. Yuna just laughed.

“Oh god,” she muttered. “Don’t tell me it was head.”

Jake shot her a look. “Mind-blowing head.”

You choked.

“Please stop speaking,” you begged.

Jake just kissed your cheek and pulled you closer.

You really were doomed.

You’d completely forgotten your parents were in town until you got the text while Jake was still whispering absolute filth into your ear in the café line.

[Mom]: Just landed. So excited to see you, sweetie! Brunch tomorrow? Bring your boyfriend!

You choked on your iced americano so violently Jake had to pat your back.

“Everything okay?” he asked, smirking like he already knew it wasn’t.

You turned your phone around to show him the message.

He blinked. “Wait. Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Like—your parents tomorrow?”

“Yes, Jake. My parents. Brunch. You. Me. And them.”

He stared at you for a full three seconds, then grinned. “I’ve already got the button-up shirt in mind.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re way too calm about this.”

“I’m amazing with parents.”

“You’re amazing at pretending to be someone’s quiet, innocent boyfriend. That’s not the same.”

Jake leaned in, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, baby. They’ll love me.”

“You’re gonna wear your glasses, right?”

“Obviously.”

“Act like you’ve never touched me.”

“Sweetheart, I’ll act like I don’t even know what a woman is.”

You snorted, already stressed. “This is going to be a disaster.”

Jake pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Nah. I’m gonna charm them. Just like I charmed you.”

You turned to give him a look. “You charmed me by blowing my back out in a library storage room, Jake.”

“Exactly,” he said, way too proud.

You groaned.

Tomorrow could not come fast—or end—soon enough.

The next morning, Jake showed up ten minutes early to your dorm, looking like he’d walked straight out of a K-drama.

Crisp white button-up, hair brushed neatly off his forehead, his glasses perfectly in place—he even brought your mom’s favorite pastries, like he’d been studying your family’s group chat for weeks.

“You look…” You blinked, slowly dragging your gaze down his outfit. “So well-behaved.”

Jake smirked, tucking the pastry box under one arm and reaching for your hand. “Don’t worry. I left the demon version of me in your sheets.”

You nearly tripped on the way out the door.

Your parents were already waiting at the little brunch spot downtown, and as soon as your mom saw you, she lit up—then caught sight of Jake behind you and blinked like she was seeing a puppy dressed in a tuxedo.

“This is Jake?” she asked, already halfway through hugging him. “You’re even cuter than she said!”

Jake laughed, soft and shy, adjusting his glasses. “Thank you, ma’am. It’s really nice to meet you.”

You sat stiffly across from them, fully prepared for the absolute chaos that was surely coming, but Jake? He played the role like he’d been training for it all his life.

He complimented your mom’s earrings. Asked your dad smart, boring questions about work. Even waited until you were done speaking before cutting into his food.

It was unsettling.

“Jake’s in my organic chem lecture,” you said at one point, trying to keep the conversation neutral.

“Oh, is he any good?” your dad asked.

Jake smiled bashfully. “She usually tutors me, actually. I’m a bit hopeless when it comes to chemistry.”

You almost choked on your orange juice.

Your mom beamed. “I love that. I always told her she’d be such a good teacher.”

Jake nodded sincerely, resting his hand on your knee under the table, subtle and grounding. “She’s been teaching me a lot.”

Your stomach flipped for a very different reason.

By the end of brunch, your mom was begging him to come over for dinner “next time we visit,” and your dad gave him a shoulder pat like he’d just been accepted into the family.

As soon as you were out of earshot, walking back toward campus, you smacked his arm. “You manipulative little bitch!”

Jake grinned, holding up the box of leftover pastries like a trophy. “They love me.”

“You were lying through your teeth!”

Jake shrugged. “It’s not lying if I really do think you’re amazing at teaching me things. Like patience. Self-control.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re a menace.”

“And yet,” he said, stepping in close, voice low in your ear, “your mom just called me boyfriend material.”

You shoved him. “You are never seeing my parents again.”

“Sure, baby. You tell yourself that.”

And yeah, fine—he was boyfriend material. Just not the kind your parents had any idea about.

That night, you laid in bed scrolling through your messages while Jake sat cross-legged at the foot, shamelessly eating the last of the leftover pastries your mom had insisted he take.

Your phone buzzed again.

[Mom]: He’s adorable. Polite, smart, and that accent?? Keeper.

You rolled your eyes so hard your soul almost left your body.

Jake leaned over your shoulder. “What’d she say now?”

You turned the screen toward him. He read it, then bit into a croissant like he’d just won a championship.

“I am polite. And smart. And my voice is sexy, apparently.”

You deadpanned. “You’re a literal demon. With glasses.”

Jake leaned down and nuzzled against your neck with the fakest innocence he could muster. “You weren’t saying that when I was—”

You slapped a hand over his mouth. “No. My mom said ‘keeper.’ Don’t make me reevaluate.”

He laughed into your palm, biting it lightly before you yanked it back. He flopped onto the bed beside you, stretching out with a satisfied sigh like he’d just wrapped up a performance of a lifetime.

“I could get used to this,” he murmured, eyes half-lidded. “Winning over your friends, seducing your parents…”

“Manipulating the entire population,” you muttered.

Jake turned his head, smirking. “But only for you.”

You tried not to melt. You really did. But then he pulled you down beside him, arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you into the warm curve of his body.

“You know,” he whispered, voice dropping back into that cocky, devastating register, “your parents think I’m this sweet, respectful, glasses-wearing boyfriend who can’t even pass chem without your help.”

You blinked up at him, breath catching.

He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “And they’ll never know what their daughter sounds like when she’s underneath me, begging.”

You slapped his chest with a muffled laugh, face buried in his shirt. “You’re the worst.”

Jake just grinned against your temple.

“I’m yours.”

The next morning, Jake was already pulling on his hoodie, his bags—stuffed with random clothes, books, and a few things that had slowly found their way into your dorm—strewn across your floor.

You sat up in bed, the lingering warmth of his body beside you still making your heart flutter. It had become a regular thing now—Jake staying over, bringing more of his things each time, settling into a routine that felt strangely comfortable. It was a mixture of affection and chaos, and you loved every minute of it.

“You should’ve just left your stuff here last night,” you teased, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. “Could’ve saved us the trouble.”

Jake smirked, looking up from rummaging through his backpack. “Don’t want to seem too comfortable too soon, babe. You know, I’ve still got that mysterious ‘bad boy’ act to keep up.”

You rolled your eyes. “Uh-huh. Sure. That’s what you’re going for.”

He shot you a wink, tossing a hoodie at you. “Anyway, can’t let the world see the ‘good boy’ too much, can I?”

He was back to his cocky self, the guy who showed up to school acting like the confident, teasing Jake you had come to know, and honestly, you couldn’t help but smile at how effortlessly he flipped between his personas.

You both left the dorm and started the walk to campus, his hand in yours, the usual mix of comfortable silence and random teasing that filled your daily routines.

Just as you were about to walk up the steps to your building, Jake, always the graceful disaster, tripped on the stairs and sent his coffee flying across the sidewalk.

“Are you serious?” you asked, blinking in disbelief.

Jake stood there for a second, coffee splattered all over his hoodie and the ground beneath him, looking utterly stunned. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You couldn’t stop laughing. “Every time. I swear to god, you’re like a walking disaster.”

Jake turned to you, the faintest blush coloring his cheeks as he scratched the back of his neck, trying to play it off. “I meant to do that. Just making sure everyone’s paying attention.”

“Yeah, you definitely got their attention, Jake,” you teased. “Don’t worry, I’m sure everyone saw your epic performance.”

He shot you a grin, wiping at his clothes like it would make a difference. “I’m not a loser. I’m just… trying to get a reaction.”

“And you definitely got one,” you snorted, taking his hand and leading him inside.

Even though he tried to play it off as cool, the truth was, you were starting to see a side of Jake that was a little more… normal than you first expected.

And as ridiculous as the whole thing was, there was something about it—the balance of confident teasing and hilarious clumsiness—that felt right.

At least, for you and him, it did.

You nudged him with your elbow. “You gonna be okay, or do I need to get you another one before you wither away in front of me?”

Jake groaned dramatically. “I needed that caffeine. My whole personality relies on it.”

You laughed as you pushed open the lecture hall doors. “Your personality is currently soaked into your hoodie.”

Unfortunately for Jake, your shared class had already started to fill up. A few people looked up as you both walked in—him with wet coffee splatter down his front, you trying not to laugh loud enough for the whole room to hear.

“Is that Jake Sim?” someone whispered behind you.

You heard a snort. “Why does he look like someone’s intern who just got fired?”

Jake sat down beside you with a huff, dropping his bag and whispering, “This is the most humbling morning of my life.”

You rached over, wiped a little splatter off his sleeve, and leaned close. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He blinked at you, caught off guard. “Wait. You think I’m cute even like this?”

You grinned. “I think you’re cute especially like this.”

Jake slumped in his chair, defeated but amused. “I’m literally a walking split personality. Demon boyfriend at night, clumsy nerd by morning. This isn’t sustainable.”

“You say that like I’m not completely obsessed with both versions.”

He paused, looking at you with that soft, wide-eyed gaze he got when you caught him off guard.

“Yeah?” he said, quieter this time.

You nodded, bumping your knee against his. “Yeah.”

Jake smiled down at his ruined coffee cup.

“Still not over the fact I tripped in front of like thirty people though,” he muttered, and you snorted so loud the row in front of you turned around.

At least now, everyone knew—Jake Sim might’ve been a quiet loser to the rest of the campus, but to you?

He was everything.

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＊ ALL WE KNOW ＊ PAIGE B.

angst / smut — unresolved feelings. angsty sex.

summary — nine years have passed since you and paige went seperate ways till this day she never knew the reason why, atleast thats what she wanted to tell herself. And now she reached her dreams her name carved in history and made it to wnba. with everything she ever wanted theres only one thing left she never expected she needed. seeing you one last time.

— 2018 HOPKINS

“Babe! sorry for making you wait!” Paige called out as she ran toward you breathless from rushing.

She wrapped her arms around you tightly her subtle sweat clinging to your skin as she pulled you close.

You smiled genuinely eyes shutting tight as you embraced her warmth her arms felt like home grounding you instantly and for a moment everything else faded away.

But you didnt let it last long after a brief moment you gently pulled away your eyes dropping to the ground.

Paige glanced outside noticing how the sky was already darkening. “You wanted to talk?” she asked softly her tone shifting. “Whats up?”

You sighed deeply then looked up at her with a small bittersweet smile.

Paige’s brows furrowed confusion flickering across her face as she studied you “Why are you smiling like that?” she ask her voice quieter now almost cautious.

You scanned her face your teeth grazing your lip as your heart ached “You are so beautiful" you whispered your voice breaking as you reached out to gently move a stray strand of hair from her face, your fingers lingered for a moment trembling slightly.

She let out a confused little smile tilting her head as she reached out and gently squeezed your cheeks.

“Up with you?” she asked her tone light but laced with concern trying to read you through the cracks in your voice.

You let out a small sniffle trying to hold it back but paige caught it instantly.

Her expression dropped in an instant smile fading as she cupped your face more gently this time. “Hey” she said softl her voice full of worry now. “Whats going on?”

This time you couldnt hold it back, the sniffles grew heavier breaking into full sobs as your body trembled.

Paige’s worry deepened instantly her arms wrapped around you without hesitation pulling you into her chest.

“Hey hey… baby, talk to me” she murmured, running her fingers through your hair. “Whats wrong?”

The gym around you was dim and silent, its usual energy gone. The echo of your cries seemed to fill the space, making everything feel heavier. Empty bleachers. Empty court. Empty feeling in your chest.

You looked up at her your eyes glassy, mouth slightly open but no words came out.

Paige’s heart sank at the sight her brows pulled together eyes scanning your face with growing concern.

“Baby talk to me” she pleaded softly brushing her thumb under your eye “Your scaring me…”

You sniffled one last time squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to steady your breath.

"Im..." you faltered the words getting stuck in your throat and for a moment you just couldn’t say it.

“Hmmm?” Paige hummed gently tilting her head as she brought her forehead to yours trying to ground you.

“We should end… this…” you finally said, your voice cracking, the last word barely more than a whisper.

Paige froze her breath catching in her throat, she took a slow step back her hands falling away from you as if burned.

“What?” she asked eyes wide disbelief and hurt washing over her face all at once.

“No you gotta be fuckin kidding” Paige said laughing but there was no humor in it.

You looked down eyes shut tight as tears spilled freely down your cheeks, the weight of it all crushed your chest making it hard to breathe.

Paige stepped forward grabbing both your shoulders firmly but not harshly, her voice was trembling now angry and scared all at once.

“Can you quit it?” she snapped her brows furrowed. “I aint laughing.”

A heavy silence settled between you, paige stood still her hands still on your shoulders just staring at you.

Her jaw clenched but she didnt speak, she looked like she wanted to say something but the words just wouldnt come, instead her eyes silently begged you to take it back.

“Your serious…?” Paige’s voice cracked the words barely making it out as the reality began to sink in.

She searched your face hoping praying—for even a hint of a joke a smirk something to tell her this wasnt real.

But all she saw were tears and heartbreak and none of it was funny.

“Baby… why?” Paige’s voice trembled as she spoke panic slowly creeping in“Is it because im too busy? Baby…?”

She started to stutter her breathing uneven eyes darting between yours desperate for an answer that wouldnt crush her. “Just—just tell me what I did wrong, please.”

“Just… just got tired…” you said swallowing the lump in your throat, you paused barely able to look at her as the final words slipped out.

“Of you.”

Paige blinked like she’d just been slapped whatever breath she had left caught in her chest and she took a shaky step back her arms falling to her sides.

“Wow” she whispered eyes glossy voice hollow “fuck—” Paige scoffed her laugh sharp and broken as tears began to fall down her cheeks.

She turned her head slightly trying to hide it but the pain in her expression was impossible to miss. “You really meant that” she muttered more to herself than to you like she couldn’t believe it even as the words echoed in her head.

“How could you throw me away so easily!?” Paige shouted her voice cracking with raw emotion.

The sound cut through the air like a blade and you flinched instinctively your shoulders tensing as the echo of her pain bounced off the gym walls.

She stared at you chest heaving tears streaming down her face now with no attempt to stop them.

You looked up at her your lips quivering as the weight of your words sank in.

“Because you're the only thing…” you choke your voice barely audible. “That I can throw away.”

Paige froze her eyes wide as the sting of your words hit her like a physical blow, her breath caught the raw hurt crashing over her and for a long moment she just stared at you trying to make sense of the pain she was feeling.

You sniffled one last time blinking as the tears continued to fall with a heavy heart, you turned to walk away your steps slow and unsteady.

Paige just stood there for a moment frozen, but then without warning she quickly followed you her footsteps echoed behind you desperate but quiet as she reached out her voice soft but pleading.

“Please… dont do this.”

You didnt turn to look at her your face twisted in a mix of crying and resistance as you tried to fight back the overwhelming urge to break down.

You didn’t care if it was raining now the cold droplets mingling with your tears, you walked faster determined to escape it all even if the storm outside mirrored the one inside you.

You tried to flag a taxi but before you could, paige caught up, her voice trembling with desperation. .

“Please, dont do this… please… I cant lose you.”

Without warning, paige wrapped her arms around you from behind pulling you close as she pressed her lips against your skin her breath shaky and desperate.

She inhaled deeply as if trying to absorb every part of you her hold tightening.

“Please” she begged harder her voice cracking. “I cant.. I cant lose you.. Dont walk away from me.”

You sobbed harder your body trembling in her arms as you fought to break free from the pain inside, you tried again to flag down a taxi your hand shaking as you waved it down through blurry eyes, finally one pulled up the headlights cutting through the rain.

Paige’s grip loosened slightly but she didnt let go completely her face a mix of pleading and desperation. “Please…” she whispered her voice barely audible over the rain. “Dont go.”

You gently pulled yourself out of her grip your body aching with each movement as you stepped away.

Without looking back you climbed into the taxi, the door slamming shut behind you.

Paige stood there drenched in the rain her eyes wide with shock and pain.

But Paige didnt give up, as the taxi pulled away you glanced out the window your heart heavy and saw her.

She was a sobbing mess her face twisted in anguish as she ran desperately trying to catch up with the cab.

Her tears mingled with the rain but she didnt slow down her feet splashing through the puddles as she reached out to you her cries breaking through the storm.

You could hear her even through the glass her voice barely reaching you full of desperation.

You gasped when Paige stumbled and fell her body hitting the ground with a sickening thud, without thinking you slapped the backseat shouting urgently “Stop! Stop!”

The driver slammed on the brakes the taxi jerking to a halt, you threw open the door heart racing as you rushed out ignoring the rain pouring down around you.

Paige was still on the ground her sobs quieter now but the pain in her eyes was too much to bear.

You ran to her heart pounding and dropped to your knees in the wet street, without hesitation you grabbed her cradling her head in your arms as you pulled her into a desperate hug.

“I—Im so sorry, fuck— Im—” your voice cracked words tumbling out through your sobs.

But then you froze, her skin was burning under your touch, you felt her trembling against you the heat radiating off her like a warning.

“Fuck!” you cried panic flooding you as you pressed your hand to her forehead again. “You got a fever—shit, shit—Paige?”

She looked up at you through tear filled eyes her sobs still shaking her body as she clung to you like you were all she had left.

You cupped her cheeks gently your brows furrowed in pain and worry thumbs wiping away the rain and tears mixing on her skin.

“P…please dont leave, baby” she choked out voice barely holding together. “I love you.”

Her words shattered what little resolve you had left, The desperation in her voice the way she looked at you like losing you would destroy her made it almost impossible to breathe.

The taxi driver hurried out an umbrella quickly popping open over the two of you. “You kids are gonna get sick!” he scolded concern in his voice as he shielded the two of you from the rain.

You looked up at him breathless and shaking then turned your attention back to paige still burning up in your arms, gently, you lifted her cradling her against your chest as you stumbled to your feet.

With effort you carried her back into the taxi your legs nearly giving out under the weight of both her and the moment.

You slid inside with her curled against you holding her tight as the driver shut the door and got back behind the wheel.

Now you were back home, the silence was deafening the kind that presses against your ears and makes your heartbeat feel too loud.

After making sure paige was safe tucked into her bed with medicine and warmth you left, you didnt know if it was the right thing to do but your chest felt too tight to stay.

You sat on your own bed now hugging your knees to your chest your forehead resting against them as you cried.

The weight of everything the things you said, the way she chased after you the fever her words— “I love you”—echoed over and over again in your head.

And all you could do was cry feeling like the worst kind of storm had passed but left everything broken in its wake.

Then you flinched hard when you heard your name being shouted loud raw and unmistakably her.

“"name!"”

It was Paige.

You scrambled up heart lurching as you stumbled toward the window, she was there,

Your window was close enough to the gate that you could hear every word every crack in her voice as she cried out again “name please!”

Your breath caught in your throat your hand pressed to the glass unsure whether to run out or hide but either way, your chest was already breaking all over again.

“Let’s talk this out! Please?” Paige shouted her voice breaking as she clung to the gate like it was the only thing keeping her upright.

Her eyes scanned the windows desperate to see you, to know you were still there still listening “im not letting us end like this” she cried breathless. “I cant.”

You covered your mouth with both hands trying to muffle the sob that escaped you, but it was too late your body was already trembling as you crouched near the window listening.

Outside paige’s sobs turned squeaky and broken the sound slicing through the air like glass.

“I know your tired” she cried voice cracking “i know i get caught up in everything and forget to show up the way I should—but i love you. i’ve always loved you.”

She sniffled hard almost choking on her own words. “Please, baby… im still right here, im not giving up. Dont shut me out like i dont matter.”

Each word hit harder than the last and all you could do was sit there heart splitting in two as she poured herself out for you.

You rubbed your chest trying to soothe the unbearable ache in your heart but it only made the weight of it more real.

Your breathing was shaky tears streaming down as you leaned against the wall torn.

Outside paige’s legs finally gave out, she slid down the gate slowly her fingers slipping from the bars as her body crumpled to the ground.

Her sobs were quieter now raw and exhausted like her body was finally giving in to everything she’d held in for too long.

She curled into herself still whispering your name through choked breaths, it was the most painful thing you have ever seen because no matter how much hurt had built between you this… this was love begging not to die.

— 2025 WNBA DRAFT NIGHT

“We are so fucking proud of you!” azzi sobbed, pulling paige into a tight hug.

Tears were everywhere streaming down cheeks staining makeup, her whole team surrounded her arms tangled together in a mess of joy and disbelief.

The crowd roared behind them the announcer’s voice still echoing as paige’s name replayed on the big screen. She’d done it. She really did it.

At the party celebrating her big win, paige was having the time of her life her smile wide and contagious as she danced around with her teammates.

“Let’s get drunk!” she shouted over the music her laughter ringing out as she raised a drink in the air.

Her energy was infectious and soon everyone was joining in the room buzzing with celebration pride and excitement for what the future held for her.

Paige, finally free of the tension and pressure was ready to savor every single moment of it.

"We are gonna miss you!" KK whined her voice full of playful sadness as she wrapped her arms around paige for another hug.

Paige laughed shaking her head still clearly overwhelmed by the whirlwind of emotions “You’ll be fine!" she grinned trying to lighten the mood but there was a small nostalgic glint in her eyes.

The team around them nodded some of them tearing up but they all knew this was just the beginning of something bigger for Paige.

“You guys are like family to me” Paige spoke up her smile warm and sincere though her voice was a little thick with emotion.

The room went quiet for a moment and then, one by one the others started tearing up, the words hit deep.

Sarah scoffed wiping her eyes but her voice wavered with her own emotions “You guys! cheesy much?” everyone laughed, but even she couldn’t hide the tears trailing down her cheeks.

"Remember when paige...." The voice slowly faded paige's attention snapped to something across the room.

Her eyes widened in disbelief her gaze fixed on your silicone in barely visible from the corner of the party.

She froze for a moment everything else around her fading away her heart skipped a beat as her thoughts raced.

Paige squeezed her eyes shut clearly trying to push away the hazy blur of the alcohol but it was no use.

Her mind kept drifting back to what she’d seen, maybe it was the alcohol clouding her focus or maybe it was just that she couldnt ignore it.

She tried to listen to azzi who was still talking, but Paige couldnt help herself she glanced back over at you again.

Her gaze softened and even through the haze of the party there was something in her expression that said she wasnt as distracted as she pretended to be.

Paige squinted her eyes trying to make sense of the blurry image but as her focus sharpened she knew, she wasn’t mistaken.

There you were standing there, and when your eyes met hers it was like everything else around you faded away.

Her breath hitched and for a moment neither of you moved.

The world seemed to still as she processed the tension between you two the unspoken words lingering in the air.

Paige kept her gaze fixed on you her brows furrowing with confusion and something deeper something unreadable.

Her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something but the words seemed to get caught in her throat.

She was torn between what she was feeling in the moment and the haze of the alcohol, but one thing was clear she couldn’t look away from you, not now not when everything between you both seemed to be shifting once again.

Paige wasted no time without a second thought, she gently pushed through her teammates, maneuvering around them with a single minded focus. Even though she stumbled slightly her steps never faltered she didnt care about the drink in her hand, the chaos of the party, or the way her vision blurred.

All that mattered was getting to you.

When she finally reached you her breathing was uneven her face flushed from the alcohol and the rush of emotions.

She stopped just in front of you her eyes searching yours as if trying to piece everything together.

"Hey... um, your mother wanted me here... congrats, Paige." You smiled up at her, trying to ease the tension that hung in the air.

Paige’s heart clenched still in shock as she stared down at you trying to make sense of everything that had just happened.

The emotions were overwhelming but she still couldn’t quite put them into words.

“Yeah, uh—” she stumbled struggling to find the right thing to say her gaze flickering between you and the floor.

“Yeah.” Paige couldnt find the right words to say her breath catching as she stood frozen in front of you.

She just kept her gaze locked onto yours unable to look away.

Her lips parted slightly as if she was about to speak but nothing came out.

Your eyes they were captivating her pulling her in deeper than she had expected.

The world around her seemed to fade and in that moment it was just you and her and everything else felt irrelevant.

"Paigeyy!" Drunk Nika called out as she grabbed Paige's arm, pulling her slightly out of the moment. When she saw you she grinned widely her eyes gleaming with mischief.

You smiled awkwardly in return lifting your drink closer to your chest as if trying to hide the tension that had built between you and Paige.

“Whos she, paige?” Nika teased her voice light but dripping with playful curiosity.

You raised your eyebrows a bit taken aback. In your mind you had just assumed nika was paige’s girlfriend, given the way they interacted the teasing tone the closeness it just seemed to fit.

Your gaze flickered between the two of them trying to make sense of the situation was there something you’d missed?

"Get back in there, i’ll follow shortly" Paige assured nika her voice softer now, though there was a hint of urgency.

Nika nodded giving paige a playful wink before turning to head back into the party,her carefree laughter lingering in the air.

Now it was just you and paige again the space between you two feeling charged, paige turned back to you her expression a little more serious than before but still with that warmth in her eyes.

“Oh, uh— you wanna sit?” Paige asked her voice softer now as she motioned toward the kitchen island.

You nodded a small smile tugging at your lips and the two of you made your way over.

The sounds of the party faded a bit as you moved toward the quieter spot and for a moment it felt like the rest of the world had paused.

Once you reached the island you both settled down the tension between you still lingering in the air but the familiarity of each other’s presence easing it just a little.

“Whiskey, please” you spoke up your voice steady but with a hint of amusement.

Paige turned to look at you her expression slightly teasing. “Sure you can handle it? Pretty strong drink y’know.”

You furrowed your brows a smirk playing on your lips as you scoffed. “Pfft—please. ive got this” you replied leaning back a little in your seat trying to show off a bit of confidence.

Paige raised an eyebrow but she smiled clearly not buying it completely “Alright then” she said moving to pour you the drink her eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than usual.

The silence between you two felt heavier now the weight of unspoken words pressing down, paige cleared her throat breaking the tension and her voice sounded a little more casual than before. “So… when did you come back, to Minnesota?”

You could hear the curiosity in her tone but it was mixed with something else something unspoken something she wasnt sure how to approach.

She poured the whiskey with a steady hand her eyes not quite meeting yours waiting for your response.

"Last year" you replied placing your cup down gently. “Staying there for a while.”

There was a pause and paige nodded slowly processing the information, her eyes flickered to the drink she had poured for you but her gaze kept drifting back to you as if she was trying to piece something together.

“Must’ve been a lot to come back after... everything” she said softly her voice tinged with something that felt like hesitation.

You knew exactly what she meant after everything but you weren’t ready to be upfront about it.

The silence stretched again thick with things unsaid, paige glanced at you her jaw tightening slightly but she didnt push.

She just sat there the faint hum of the party in the background her drink untouched as her eyes lingered on you.

You finally broke the silence your voice gentle. “Im so proud of you, Paige. You finally reached your dreams.”

Paige blinked caught off guard by the sincerity in your words, her lips parted slightly but for a moment she didn’t speak, just stared at you with something soft almost aching in her eyes.

“Thank you” she said quietly her voice almost fragile. “Coming from you... that means more than you know.”

Her fingers wrapped around her glass but she didn’t drink, instead she just kept looking at you like she wanted to say a thousand things but didnt know where to start.

“I made it a motivation” Paige said suddenly her voice low but firm. “The day you left me… that was the moment i decided i had to reach my dreams.”

Now that the words were out it was clear she wasn’t hiding it anymore, her gaze didnt waver as it settled on you raw and exposed.

“Paige” you whispered your heart clenching at the sound of her name in your mouth at the weight behind those words.

There was no more dodging, everything that had been lingering between you both was now right there on the surface.

“Why?” Paige asked her voice cracking as she leaned in slightly her eyes searching yours. “What happened that day?”

You felt your chest tighten throat burning as you looked away, the pain in her voice was almost too much to bear.

“Paige… please” you whispered barely holding yourself together, you weren’t ready, not to relive that moment, not to see it hurt her all over again.

Paige finally regained a bit of composure exhaling deeply as she leaned back in her seat her fingers tapping gently against her glass.

You offered her a soft smile trying to ease the tension and tilted your head toward the door. “Wanna take a breather?” you asked gently gesturing outside.

For a moment she didnt answer, just stared at you like she was still processing everything then, with a quiet nod, she stood up and followed your lead as if some part of her still hoped stepping out would clear more than just the air.

The two of you made your way downstairs the noise of the party growing distant with each step.

As you pushed open the door the cool night air hit your skin and so did the rain.

Paige stopped at the threshold looking out at the soft drizzle turning heavier by the second “Just great” she scoffed arms crossed as she stepped under the overhang her blonde hair already catching a few stray drops.

You glanced over at her with a small smile “Kinda fitting though, isnt it?” you said quietly watching the rain fall like it had something to say for both of you.

“What that gotta mean?” Paige turned to you one brow raised her tone curious but playful.

You shook your head with a small smile eyes soft. “Nothing” you said brushing it off.

The two of you locked eyes for a lingering moment something unspoken passing between you.

Then, without warning, Paige darted forward up a splash of rainwater at you, laughing as droplets hit your chest.

“Paige!” you gasped half shocked, half-laughing as she giggled like a kid already backing up and daring you with a look in her eyes.

You playfully shoved her toward the rain with a laugh, but paige was quick her hand shot out and caught your wrist, yanking you toward her before you could react.

Now both of you were standing right in the middle of the downpour soaked in seconds, your laughter mixed with hers as rain clung to your clothes and dripped from your hair but neither of you cared.

She looked at you eyes bright water running down her cheeks like tears that werent sad. “guess we’re both in it now” she murmured, voice soft but steady.

You rolled your eyes with a grin heart light for the first time in what felt like forever.

Suddenly paige turned and bolted into the rain her soaked sneakers splashing against the pavement as she laughed over her shoulder.

Without thinking you ran after her laughter bubbling out of your chest as your feet pounded the wet ground.

The two of you raced under the downpour breathless and soaked, but not caring at all just two people caught in a moment that felt too good to let go.

You finally caught up to her and with a playful grin you gave her a gentle push. She stumbled a little arms flailing dramatically as she let out a gasp.

“Oh, your dead!” she shouted through a breathless laugh already picking up speed.

Now it was your turn to run squealing as you bolted through the puddles your clothes clinging to your skin.

You could hear her footsteps getting louder behind you closer with every second and you couldn’t stop laughing your heart racing not just from the run, but from her, from this, from everything.

You gasped as Paige caught up to you in an instant her arms wrapping around you from behind.

The sudden pressure of her embrace startled you and you squealed trying to wriggle free but it was no use.

“Gotcha!” she laughed her chest pressed against your back as both of you stood there in the pouring rain still soaked but too caught up in the moment to care.

You could feel her breath against your neck the warmth of her body contrasting with the cool rain and despite everything you couldn’t help but laugh along with her, both of you tangled in the mess of the moment.

You slowly turned to look at her and in that instant everything seemed to slow down, The rain continued to pour but it felt like the world had faded away.

You were standing there only inches apart, your faces so close you could feel the warmth of each other’s breath, her eyes were locked on yours soft yet intense and for a moment neither of you moved.

It was as if time had stopped and all that mattered was the space between you both the closeness you hadn’t expected to find in the chaos of everything else.

Without thinking, you leaned in and quickly gave her a soft peck on the lips the rain drenching you both as your heart raced.

Before you could even process what had happened you pulled away cheeks burning.

But paige didn’t let the moment slip away she looked at you her eyes searching and without another word, she closed the distance between you her lips finding yours in a deep urgent kiss.

After a moment, paige pulled away both of you breathless from the kiss, you smiled softly your cheeks flushed and let out a soft giggle.

In that instant you broke free from her grip and ran laughing as you darted through the rain.

Paiges laughter followed right behind you and before you knew it, she was chasing after you once again her footsteps splashing in the puddles as she tried to catch up.

The two of you were caught in a whirlwind of laughter and rain a joyful chaos that felt too good to want to stop.

Paige caught up to you quickly her hand grabbing yours as she yanked you back toward her with a playful grin.

Without missing a beat she leaned in and kissed you again, this time deeper her fingers gently threading through your soaked hair as she pulled you closer.

The rain continued to fall around you but in that moment everything else faded away.

It was just the two of you caught in the intensity of the kiss and the world outside didn’t seem to matter anymore.

Just as the kiss deepened a sudden crack of thunder echoed through the sky followed by a flash of lightning that lit up the world around you.

With a startled laugh you both pulled away looking up at the storm with wide eyes. “Guess we should get out of here” Paige grinned her voice playful despite the sudden shift in weather.

Without missing a beat you grabbed her hand and the two of you ran toward the nearest hotel your laughter ringing through the air as the rain intensified the storm catching up with you.

By the time you reached the hotel you were both soaked but the adrenaline from the chase and the laughter still lingered.

You stepped into the lobby breathless and giggling feeling a warmth inside that wasn’t just from the shelter but from the moment you’d shared.

After checking in and grabbing the key, paige didnt waste a second, as soon as the door closed behind you two, she turned and pulled you into a kiss—urgent, breathless, like she’d been holding it in the whole time.

Still kissing you she guided you backward toward the elevator her hands never leaving your waist.

The moment the elevator doors opened she tugged you inside lips still on yours fingers tangled in your wet clothes like the storm outside had followed you both in and now lived between your bodies.

As the elevator doors slid shut behind you the kiss slowly softened until you both pulled away just slightly foreheads resting against each other.

Breathless and smiling giggles escaped your lips, the kind that came from pure adrenaline and something warmer.

Paige chuckled her thumb brushing your cheek. “I missed you.” she whispered eyes still locked on yours, and for the first time in a long while, everything just felt right.

The soft ding of the elevator broke the moment, and the doors slid open.

Still smiling you both stepped out hands entwined hearts racing.

As you walked down the quiet hallway Paige leaned in closer her lips brushing gently against your shoulder, then your neck each kiss slow and warm sending a shiver down your spine despite the soaked clothes.

You let out a quiet laugh swatting at her playfully. “Paige…”

“What?” she smirked against your skin not stopping. “im just keeping you warm.”

The two of you reached the door and with trembling fingers you slid the keycard in heart pounding in anticipation.

The moment the door clicked open, paige wasted no time, as soon as you stepped inside she pulled you in kissing you hard no hesitation, no pause.

Her hands were everywhere soaked clothes clinging to your skin as the storm still echoed faintly outside.

Her fingers found the hem of your shirt tugging it upward slow but deliberate her lips never leaving yours.

The air between you turned heavy charged with something unspoken something burning, you barely had time to breathe to think only to feel.

As her lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, paige’s fingers worked with practiced ease unclasping your bra as she walked you backward toward the bed.

Her touch was gentle but firm filled with a kind of longing that made your breath hitch.

You let her guide you step by step, until the back of your knees met the edge of the mattress.

Her eyes met yours stormy, intense, and full of emotion, she leaned in again her mouth brushing against yours in a slower deeper kiss as if she wanted to memorize the feeling.

The world outside faded and in this moment it was just you and her tangled in something raw something real.

The two of you tumbled onto the mattress breathless laughter mingling with the soft thud of bodies hitting the bed.

Paige quickly hovered over you her damp hair falling around your face like a curtain eyes locked with yours.

She cupped your face gently, thumbs brushing your cheeks her touch tender despite the heat between you. “i love you.” she whispered her voice barely audible, like a secret meant only for you.

The moment hung there heavy with emotion, soaked in rain and tension qs her lips found yours again slower this time, like she wasn’t just kissing you… she was holding on.

You whimpered softly into the kiss your body instinctively pressing closer as her hand slid down to the side of your thigh, fingers tracing slow, teasing patterns against your skin.

The kiss deepened her grip firm but gentle grounding you while her touch sparked heat in your core.

She pulled back just enough to whisper against your lips her thumb brushed your thigh again drawing a shaky breath from your lungs.

“You want me to keep going?” she asked voice low and warm waiting for your answer with a faint knowing smile.

“Yes… please” you hummed against her lips your voice barely more than a breath.

She smiled softly at your response "Good girl.” she whispered her hand sliding higher along your thigh slow and purposeful.

Her lips met yours again deeper this time as her fingers finally found where you needed her most her touch gentle.

She trailed warm lingering kisses down your jaw her breath fanning against your skin as her lips found the curve of your neck.

You shivered beneath her your fingers instinctively tightening around her as she nipped lightly at your pulse point.

Without breaking rhythm she slid her hand lower hooking her fingers into your waistband and slowly tugging it down her kisses never stopping.

Then, her hand slid lower and she cupped your clit with a firm yet gentle touch her fingers starting to rub slow deliberate circles.

You gasped your body jolting slightly at the sudden wave of sensation and she smiled against your neck clearly pleased with your reaction.

“Yeah… just like that" she whispered her voice low and coaxing as her movements stayed steady teasing, driving you closer with every pass of her fingers.

You sighed deeply as she slid her fingers further the cool air brushing against your exposed skin.

You could feel your body responding to her touch the tension in your muscles melting away.

She tilted her chin watching your reaction closely her gaze intense and focused as she took in every little change in your expression.

Her lips curled into a soft smile clearly pleased with how you were reacting. “You look so beautiful like this” she whispered her voice laced with both admiration and desire.

She bit her lip her gaze dark and focused as she observed your every reaction, studying the way your body responded to her touch.

With a slow deliberate movement she curled her fingers pushing deeper as a satisfied smile tugged at her lips.

Your breath caught and she leaned in her voice a hushed whisper in your ear "How does that feel?" She knew exactly what she was doing each movement calculated to make you tremble.

“Okay…” you breathed out "Okay?” she repeated a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips her eyes glinting with mischief.

She leaned in her breath warm against your ear, her fingers thrusting deeper, her movements slow and deliberate.

With that, she increased her pace watching intently as your reaction shifted a satisfied smirk on her lips as she saw the way you shivered beneath her touch.

You arched your back the sensation intensifying as she cooed softly her voice low and teasing.

“That’s it” she whispered her fingers moving with precision drawing out every tremble from your body.

Her eyes never left you watching the way your body responded to her smile widening with every sound you made.

She leaned in closer lips brushing against your ear "So responsive… you’re perfect."

“A-ah…” you gasped your body tensing as you clenched around her, the sensation overwhelming.

She noticed immediately her eyes sharpening with satisfaction as she picked up on every subtle change in your body.

She leaned down her voice a hushed whisper against your skin. “I felt that…” she murmured a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

"Your getting close, aren't you?" Her fingers never slowed intensifying the pressure, knowing exactly how to push you closer to the edge.

You nodded a soft whine escaping your lips as the pressure built your body trembling under her touch.

She smirked her movements never faltering her fingers expertly guiding you closer to the edge.

With a final skillful motion, she helped you reach your peak your back arching as a wave of pleasure crashed over you.

You gasped your body spasming as you finally came undone and she whispered against your skin "There you go"

You caught your breath your chest rising and falling rapidly as the sensations faded leaving you feeling completely spent.

She smiled her hand gently caressing your cheek before pressing a soft kiss to it.

"atta girl" she murmured her voice warm and affectionate, then she plopped down next to you her arm sliding around your shoulders as she pulled you closer your bodies now relaxed in the afterglow.

She kissed your forehead softly, her fingers gently brushing through your hair.

"You okay?" she asked, her voice soft, filled with concern.

You nodded a small smile tugging at your lips as you relaxed against her. "Yeah" you whispered your voice still a little breathless "im good."

She smiled a content sigh escaping her lips as she closed her eyes pulling you even closer into her warmth.

Her arms wrapped securely around you her touch gentle and reassuring, with your head resting against her chest, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat lulled you into comfort.

Slowly, peacefully the two of you drifted off together tangled in each other’s embrace as sleep took over.

The morning light spilled through the curtains warm against your skin as it gently woke you.

You stretched with a quiet sigh muscles still relaxed from the night before until your hand brushed the other side of the bed.

It was cold.

You blinked your eyes open slowly the softness of the sheets contrasting with the emptiness beside you.

The spot where she been was vacant, and your brows furrowed slightly as you sat up the quiet hum of morning filling the room.

You looked around the room heart sinking a little with each glance no note, no sound, no trace of her anywhere.

Your clothes from last night were still scattered across the floor a reminder that it wasn’t just a dream.

With a deep sigh you sat on the edge of the bed running your fingers through your hair as you grabbed your head squeezing your eyes shut.

“Seriously…?” you whispered to yourself the weight of confusion and disappointment settling in your chest.

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[sunny-thoughts-with-atlan]

when talking about myself i tend to use "socialized as a girl" when talking about social situations, and use funny names for my genitals cause calling them my vulva is kind of dysphoric, cause a lot of my dysphoria is purely physical, i use the socialized as a girl thing cause i like to say i grew from a girl into a man, growing up girl was such a gender neutral word in my head, still is, and so was boy, the only difference being what's in the pants and most people shouldn't know that about a kid, and this is somewhat true for woman and man as well, but for me i started going through things like periods, and getting breasts, and straight boys getting crushes on me, and i would get told "your turning into a woman" so woman just always felt more heavily gendered, same with man, and i was raised as a girl, who liked 'girly' things, and played with dolls, and liked dresses and just.. wasnt a hyper masculine little toddler, i had long blonde hair and loved playing dressup, and i still am obsessive about my hair, and i still enjoy playing dressup, doesnt make me any less of a man, but because i was stereotypically girly, i experience the world as a girl for a majority of my life, that was the lense which i viewed the world through, so a lot of my past experiences that have shaped me have been through that, so i grew from a girl to a man, my socialization as a child was indeed as a girl, this language wont work for everyone, some transmascs were hypermasculine children who didnt get socialized in any manner that would speak to how i was socialized, either people let them be hypermasculine or they would be forced to conform instead of them just doing the norm naturally, some transmascs werent hypermasculine or hyperfeminine, my point is thats the language i use when i talk about certain stuff like, instead of saying "because I'm afab, i got a lot of dolls for christmas" i'd say "because i grew up socialized as a girl, i got a lot of dolls for christmas" idk if it's like.. perfect, but its what i prefer cause it feels just about right to my experiences i also realize that how i think about the term girl is like,,, convoluted as fuck, cause i simultaneously think of it as gender-neutral and with all this gender attatched, but theres my internal feelings on the word and how i felt being called a girl, which i felt neutrally towards, and never internally attached gender stuff to it growing up. then theres the "how society actually views the term girl", i am writing this rant at 3:30 am right before i go to sleep, i am severely struggling to come off as coherent

really not sure when it happened or why but personally I'm pissed that the queer community at large seems to have given up ground on the "people with penises/vulvas/testes/ovaries" language to sex & gender essentialists in exchange for the much less precise, much more demeaning "AGAB" language.

is it because you're scared of the word vulva? of acknowledging out loud that some people have penises? of recognising that many many people, including but certainly not limited to trans people, have mixed sex characteristics that cannot be accurately summarised by "afab/amab" as shorthand for "female/male"?

"in [GENITAL RELATED] situation AFABs will need to do X and AMABs will need to do Y" there are "afabs" with penises and "amabs" with vulvas. Saying this shit makes you look so unserious & honestly transphobic (given the ongoing erasure of post-op trans people within broader community). Intersex people and GRS have both existed for long enough (fucking forever and, decades, respectively) that we should well past making this basic fucking mistake.

quit referring to people by a vague & often violent event that happened at their birth as though it defines ANYTHING about how they & their body currently operate, and start using precise language so you at least look like you know what you're fucking talking about.

[meolia]

. *. ⋆ twisted wonderland: how dateable are they? (heartslabyul ver.)

a/n: so. back in 2022/2023 i vaguely remember doing this on an old blog i had and i thought, since im obsessed with this game again i should redo it with newfound knowledge el oh el / oh and feel free to debate me on this i just need people to talk to 💔 . also i apologize that the cons have more words than the pros because i have a lot to say about them BYEHEYE

cw: profanity, troubled teenage boys, no sugarcoating, involves content from the vignettes, main story & events from the eng server, involves SOME headcanons.

1 (extremely undateable), 10 (extremely dateable); im also kind of biased but i swear to remain neutral💔💔💔

other parts tba.

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle Rosehearts

PROS: hardworking, determined and adaptable. we've seen this guy study so hard ever since he popped out of the womb and it resulting in him coming out on top, and he could've easily skipped a few grades because of how smart he is academically and magically. he's also able to remain coolheaded in stressful situations, oftentimes coming up with (usually) rational solutions. he's also really cute when it comes to cakes/tarts. he'd get mad on your behalf, he'd also be kinder towards you, he'd offer to tutor you on subjects you don't understand and tries to be patient, just for you. chronically offline (thats a good thing yes)

CONS: well. first, he's got some serious anger issues he needs to work on; it's not his fault per se, but with how unpredictable the bursts of angers are will probably be tiring. he takes offense to a lot of things and admittedly, he's better post OB but he's still got a long way to go. second, his obsession with the queen of hearts' rules are INsane. there's been instances where he expects outsiders that aren't even in heartslabyul to abide by her rules which is,,, haha lol ermmmmm. he'd probably expect you to do the same. just because youre his partner doesn't mean he'd let you go scot-free if you break any one of them...! again, he's better post OB but still. third, his mother and overall tense family relationship. he's probably this way because of his mother's influence and insane expectations of him, so it won't be very surprising if his mother has a LOT of opinions on you. lastly, he lacks joy and whimsy. he literally never watches movies or play games etc., deeming them unnecessary which is insane????????? HOLY crap im surprised hes still intact

MY FINAL VERDICT: 7/10 — he would make a decent boyfriend. me personally i probably wouldnt date him people like him stress me out but each to their own! he needs to sort himself out before even thinking of dating though

Trey Clover

PROS: he's very big brother like, the kind that's reassuring and makes you feel safe whenever he's near. he rarely gets mad, and if he does, he wouldn't resort to yelling or act irrational. mature, maybe overly so for a guy his age and surrounded by the people he's around, but that's a plus for him. CAN COOK AND CAN BAKE. his family owns a bakery too so you'd probably get discounts because you're dating him. also, his love language is probably acts of service so you can probably expect him to carry most of your stuff, help you with organizing spaces etc. gives in easily... could be both a pro and con. soft-spoken teeheeHEE... he didn't make it into the top 30 of male characters japanese women want to date for no reason.

CONS: that god awful fucking obsession he has with cleaning teeth. OH my god the way he was all like "im the only normal one here omfgggg" during twisted halloween part 2 and then when sebek mentions that his father is a dentist he immediately starts smiling WIDELY and kept pressing him for more info about his dad's dental work like that scene of shrek signing a contract by that little man. whenever he mentions "brushing your teeth" it's going to sound like a threat even when he doesn't mean it that way. going back to gives in easily; it'll become a problem because you know damn well he'd go "umm... nevermind" very often.

MY FINAL VERDICT: 8/10. deducted two points because im genuinely terrified of his cleaning teeth HOBBY. otherwise id say he'd make a really sweet boyfriend. would date, probably.

Cater Diamond

PROS: he's chill, laid-back and easygoing (are there any differences between those three words im sobbing). he plays mediator during tense situations, and he offers peaceful resolutions (most of the time). perceptive, and he's got some nice intuitions. his psychic abilities are cray craaay... I just stared at what I typed for a full minute. I'm never doing that EVER again. he's usually optimistic, and he's also really cheerful so if you like some rainbows in your life, he's your guy. i KNOW he's good at photography since he posts on magicam so much & probably has a decent following. he would take the most godly pictures of you if you wanted. i think he'd break his back and knees to get that angle for you.

CONS: The way he incorporates hashtags in almost every single conversation will kill me. youd be talking about something horrid that happened to you that day and he'd say some shit like "oh no! that's hashtag #diabolical!" (double hashtags since the game does that... ik they dont mean it like that but i just feel like that'd be funny). apparently has a death glare so terrifying it'd kill a man on the spot? you'd either be wetting your pants or be more attracted to him. either way, if you guys ever get into a heated argument and he pulls that out umm bless you i think? and he maybe posts on magicam. too much. it'd be something insignificant and not very worth journalling but he'd take a picture anyways and post it online with some long stupid hashtags like #DelightfulFurry #HotPinkBangin #OneWithTheCrowd with an image of heartslabyul freshmen wearing pink and feeding the flamingoes. but i guess that's part of his charm...?

MY FINAL VERDICT: 7/10. he's handsome and he's a cool guy but the way he talks in hashtags and how he lives on magicam will be a big fat turnoff for me. if you like it, good for you! cay-cay would make me decay-cay!

Ace Trappola

PROS: he'd get mad on your behalf (see to when he punched riddle in the face because he insulted mc). cares for you even if he doesn't admit it outwardly, but will do stuff in the background to help you, even if just a little bit like that time in the halloween event where he and deuce personally went to ask the ghosts to make a costume for mc and grim so they wouldn't have to miss out. playful, there wouldn't be a day that's boring when with him.

CONS: got an extremely loose tongue that got him into trouble loads of times. can't really shut up which is very bad...! he sometimes doesn't think before speaking so ahaha. SO irresponsible sometimes he can fight grim on that. remember when he ran from his punishment at the start of the game? yeah. also is really embarrassing sometimes i have to turn my phone off to ponder about life whenever he says some stupid crap that WILL come back and bite him in the ass later on. also will probably get bored of you? like that one time he ghosted his middle school girlfriend because he doesn't wanna do it anymore... eeeeyikes.

MY FINAL VERDICT: 6/10. the honeymoon phase will be the best, and the rest you just gotta hope he doesn't pull an average teenage boy.

Deuce Spade

PROS: so so so extremely sweet. is willing to do almost anything to make it up to you if he ever wronged you. is willing to change, like how he decided to try and become a model student because he saw his mom crying about him being a delinquent, so if he has any flaws/bad habits that make you uncomfortable he'd try to be better. brave, like stupidly so. was ready to fight malleus in malleus's sr lab coat vignette even if it meant he'd die LMFAOOO. he's also someone who'd get mad on your behalf, but even more than ace. dude WILL get into a brawl with ten people for you. passionate. he'd also be so gentle and kind towards you like how he treats mc in game, never raising his voice at you and if he inadvertently does it he'd apologize immediately. his determination is amazing too. his love for eggs is also really cute... sorry im just rambling now i just really love him bye

CONS: oblivious and very gullible. there's been SO many times where he agrees too fast or just believed everything without a fact check. like in glorious masquerade where azul was talking to him about taking his UM he just went "okay!" without asking why. would probably get into a lot of unneeded trouble for this fact alone.

MY FINAL VERDICT: 10/10. this is a bias on my part but he'd make the sweetest and most amazing boyfriend EVER. he's trying!!! he really is!!! i think he's charmingly idiotic gahahahha hhahaa

HEARTSLABYUL MOST DATEABLE TO LEAST DATEABLE:

DEUCE > TREY > CATER > RIDDLE > ACE

[blackcoldcrackedheart]

Before tomorrow possibly just ruins us for multiple reasons, I wanted to write a fluffy what if (because I know we might get some heavy fics).

What if Buck attended Mitchel and Thomas's funeral and met Thomas's namesake?

.....

Buck had no idea why he thought attending the funeral would be a good idea. But something in his gut was telling him he had to go.

He had only spoken to Thomas for a few moments, but it had left an impact on him. He always wanted that love for himself, the forever type. Buck guessed that seeing the end of forever was what left him feeling unsure and sad.

But also...

He had a scrapbook to return.

He dressed up in a simple black suit, the scrapbook in nondescript gift bag and stayed in the back as the funeral for Mitchell and Thomas started.

It was a small gathering, Buck noticed that the crowd was made up of older people. A few adults his age or little older accompanying the older guests, Buck assumed they were the adult children of Mitchell and Thomas's friends. The service was held at the graveyard, the caskets were covered in flowers already when Buck arrived. He recognized some of the pictures that were blown up and used to honor the couple and their life. He noticed a man and woman, not that much older looking than him, talking to a group of older people. They seem to be circling the couple. Both the man and the woman looked somber but also guilt stricken. Buck noticed the man first, it was hard not to. He was taller than everyone surrounding him, he had to be Buck's height, if not taller. He looked like he was the same built as Buck too. Buck noticed how the man couldn't stop wringing his hands together until the woman stopped him by covering his hands with hers.

Buck didn't even notice he was staring at the man till the man looked at him. Frowning a bit as a few of the older people noticed Buck staring too. Buck looked away, busying himself by studying a flower arrangement and missing the older guests smiling knowingly at him.

"I want to thank everyone for coming." Said an old man wearing a dark gray suit, he seemed to be the same age as Mitchell and Thomas as well. "My name is Henry Ng. As many of you know, Mitchell and Thomas were old friends of mine. We didn't have much when it came to biological family, but we had our friends- our chosen family." Buck heard the crowd murmuring in agreement. "Their love story was as epic as any love story from that time. It's no suprise they left together, Thomas and Mitchell would usually tell whomever would listen that the day they found each other is the day they found joy and peace in their lives. For all that they lost and went through, finding each other was their solace and reward." The man smiled tearfully, even Buck found himself tearing up as the man and other life long friends and mentees of Mitchell and Thomas spoke and celebrated their lives.

Buck looked at the scrapbook again, smiling a bit as he was able to connect certain pictures to the stories that were being told.

"There's a gift when it comes to growing older, its an honor that many of our friends didn't get the chance to have. I know in their lives, Mitchell and Thomas had very few regrets, thats the way they wanted to live and be remembered. No regrets, just adventures, fun, and love." Henry paused, smiling down at the ground momentarily before looking at someone in the front row. "And Thomas and Sarah, I know how much you two regret not spending more time with your great uncle." Buck couldn't see who Henry was speaking to,"But just know that neither of them would want you to dwell on something that you couldn't control. And to you especially Thomas, your great uncle was so proud of you. His name sake, I know that he wished he could have been there for you growing up but just let me tell you how happy and honored he was when you came out to him. You made him so proud, all he ever wanted for you and Sarah was to be loved- to be happy."

Buck stayed until the very last guest left, leaving a Henry and a few other close friends. Including the man and the woman.

So they were Thomas's great nephew and niece.

Buck steadily approached Thomas and Sarah, who were beginning take down the pictures and flower arrangements.

Buck was sure the gift bag handle was going to leave an impression on his skin from how tightly he was holding the bag. He ignored the coy smiles and arched brows that the older guests were making as he went up to Thomas and Sarah.

"Uh hi." Buck waved an awkward hand. "I'm uh- Buck. I- I was one of the first responders to help your great uncle and Mitchell." He gave them a small smile. "I wanted to give my condolences, I-I didn't get the chance to speak to Mitchell unfortunately, but I spoke to Thomas before he-uh passed away. I- I just wanted to say they seem like they were very sweet and really in love."

"They were." Thomas sighed. Buck noticed up close how blue Thomas's eyes were and the cleft in his chin.

"It's really sweet of you to come down." Sarah noted gently, she was shorter than her brother and unlike Thomas, Sarah had curly blond hair and brown eyes. "It sounds like our uncle made the impression on you."

Buck nodded, he felt his voice hitch as he remembered noticing how Thomas was unresponsive when Buck tried to wake him up. "He did. They did really." He looked at Thomas, "Thomas told me they just really wanted to go together, I'm sorry that we couldn't save them but I'm glad they got to go together. I-I envy that kind of love, you only hear about it in movies. Thomas let me know that you make it, you don't find that type of love."

Thomas looked touched by that and turned to his sister with a teary expression. Sarah squeezed his hand, "He told us that too when I came out to him." Thomas told him, "It's hopeful to hear."

"Very." Buck agreed. He handed them the gift bag, "It's their scrapbook. I guess they were taking it with them before the accident occurred. I didn't have the heart to leave it for police to confiscate, figured you two might want it back? Something to remember your uncles by."

It was Thomas that took the bag gently from Buck's hold, Buck could see the flicker of mixed emotions as the two leafed through the album.

Sarah wiped away her tears, "Thank you for returning this to us - uh?"

Buck chuckled as he stuck out his hand. "Evan. Evan Buckley, friends call me Buck."

"I'm Sarah, and this is my baby brother Tommy."

Buck looked at the man in suprise, "You don't go by Thomas?"

Tommy winced, "My father wasn't a fan of the name...for obvious reasons."

"He's a homophobic asshole." Sarah explained cooly

Tommy pointed a finger at her, "That sums it up." He shook his head as he started looking through the album. "We were banned from ever seeing him because our dad thought he and Mitchell would try to convert us or something. I grew up with as Tommy since it seemed to start a war in our house whenever I went by Thomas. Imagine our dad's surprise when his veteran and firefighter pilot son turned out to be gay anyway." He sighed, "I only got to meet with my uncle a year ago, it took us forever to find him. I just needed to talk to him, I figured he would get me and he did." Tommy swallowed audibly, "I missed all this time with him."

"W-wait, you're a firefighter pilot?" Buck asked, mind blanking out as he remembered meeting a few during the academy.

Tommy arched a brow at him. "Yeah, why?"

"That is so cool!" Buck missed how Sarah hid her smile behind her hand as Buck asked excitedly "Which house are you in?"

"I'm part of the 217, I was at station 118 before then."

Buck might have taken a step closer without knowing.

Henry, Sarah, and other didn't do too well in hiding their smiles and laughs this time

"No way. That's my house. I just got my shield a few months ago, but I was a probie under Bobby. Do you know Hen or Chimney?"

Tommy didn't seem to mind how close Buck was standing to him. "Yeah, I was there when they were both probies, not proudest moment when I used to work with them but they're amazing firefighters and medics." He crossed his arms and let out a chuckle, Buck noticed how it made Tommy's nose scrunch up. "I see that Howie's nickname stuck. He ever tell you how he got it?"

"Oh yeah!" Buck laughed, "Hen spilled the details. Honestly, not the worst nickname to get from that situation." He joked.

Tommy's face lit up, "Right? That's what I said." He laughed. "Nice to know Bobby is still there. Guessing things are getting better at the 118 then?"

"Yeah, it's like one big happy family." Buck smiled.

He didn't like how Tommy frowned at that, he looked hurt and taken back by that.

"Glad to hear that." He cleared his throat, patting Buck on the shoulder. "It was nice meeting you, Evan. And thank you for returning the scrapbook."

Buck felt stuck.

He didn't know what just happened.

Even Sarah looked confused as she gave Buck an apologetic smile before rushing over to catch up with her brother.

"Tommy! Wait, hold up." Buck didn't know what he was doing. But he didn't like how that ended.

"Yeah?"

"I-You should let me buy you a beer?" He didn't know why he started it off like that, Tommy made him feel jittery for some reason. "I mean- if you want? It would be nice to talk to another firefighter, especially a firefighter who's also pilot. If you're not busy?"

Buck wasn't sure if Tommy would say yes, the other man looked stunned and confused as his mouth opened and closed wordlessly. It was Sarah's elbowing him that got Tommy to talk again. "I would love that."

"Really? That's great." He took out his phone and passed it to Tommy who shared a look with his sister before entering his name and number into Buck's phone. "Great. And I'll just... there. You have my number now. Are you free Saturday?"

"Yeah, uh yeah. I should be free." Tommy's smile had Buck smiling now.

"Great, I'll call you later then? We can decide where to meet."

"Great." Tommy cleared his throat. "Looking forward to it."

Henry watched with amusement as Buck made his way back to his jeep, leaving a blushing and flustered Tommy.

Henry waited a bit till he walked over to Tommy. "Seems like someone has a date."

Tommy let out a sputtering laugh, "Yeah right. He's just a firefighter interested in trading stories."

"Hmm, if that's what you think."

Tommy sighed, rolling his eyes as he reminded Henry, "I know that my uncle had this epic love story. But those don't happen anymore. Especially not in L.A"

Henry shrugged, "If that's what you think, but let me remind you- Thomas didn't just stumble into a love story with Mitchell. They had their ups and downs too, just like any couple today." He patted Tommy's shoulder, "If there's a chance that you find the person who you can have forever with, then you need to work on making it a forever love story. That's what your uncle and Mitchell did."

Tommy looked at the direction of where Buck had walked off to. "You don't know if it's him though."

Henry didnt know if Buck was it for Tommy, but he saw how Buck looked at Tommy and how Tommy looked at Buck.

It was too familiar...

"No, I don't." Henry admitted, "But I think it's worth finding out."

[likelysobbing]

𖥻 the sun so bright. kk arnold x lowkey npc!reader

synopsis: you don’t know if kk arnold, #2 in jersey and #1 in your heart, likes girls. well, more specifically, likes girls like you.

notes: guys this is my humble offer to the fans. please accept it even tho it is lowkey dogwater i swear i do better with headcanons lmfao aslo MAJORLY UNPROOFREAD LOL

cw: reader’s a uconn ncp LMAOOO she’s an average student and thats gonna be a big part of the fic, readers down bad for kk but aren’t we all, reader and kk love eachother, established friendship, kind of friends to lovers and subtle sun & moon trope (subtle i say, subtle it IS NOT.)

you don’t know if kk arnold likes girls.

well, you can assume that she does, with the tiktok audios she uses and her tomboyish fashion sense (would that be the right word to use?), you can assume that she does.

but even then, you don’t know if kk arnold likes girls like you.

kamorea is the sun.

brighter than most, bringing her light toward select places and people, blinding them with her own smile—kamorea is the sun. she’s a bit more… out there; a complete social butterfly that just never seems to die out, always fluttering around and landing on people … worthy enough, if you were to describe it. she’s the sun, the burst of energy everyone needs—especially on the court.

kamorea shone bright, and when she dimmed, she did not do it for long. there’s a spark in her, one that refuses to go out. it likely never will. she would possibly always be like this; surrounded with the ambition to be the best she could be and the curiosity to match it, it was no doubt that kamorea— kk, would go far. nothing was holding her back.

so why did she choose to stop?

and why was it because of you?

uconn was what you made it.

it could be good, it could be so horrifically bad, and that was up to you. there was rarely ever a middle ground, apparently; you either had lots of friends, fun, and as a result a scary amount of school spirit— or you couldn’t stand the academic rigor—or, just, rigor—uconn threw at the back of your head, and you ended up face first in the abyss of burn out and loneliness.

there was rarely ever a middle ground, but here you were.

balanced.

good grades, a group of friends, a little bit involved in organizations and clubs, maybe you even went to a game here and there—there was balance. in the sea of university life, you did not stand proud at the prow of one of the bigger ships— you aren’t walking the plank, either, though. you are merely… keeping yourself afloat.

all this to say you are painstakingly average.

and yet, here you are, and here kk—the little social butterfly— is, sitting next to you because apparently when you returned her pen to her she started seeing you around a lot more and took that as a sign to land on you.

you look at here and you only really see light. nothing else; just light.

you listen to her speak about paige (bueckers, uconn’s #5. an… unnaturally big hit with the ladies—but you understand) and how the girl nearly ‘snatched her tru fru from her own damn hands’. you listen to her speak about basketball and the logistics of it all even if you know next to nothing about it and continue not to because you only ever absorb information when it’s the sound of her voice you hear.

you listen to her speak.

and your mind starts wandering.

you don’t know if kk arnold likes girls.

girls like… average girls. girls that aren’t all that to write home about. not because they’re insecure and just can’t seem to see themselves as ‘amazing’, but because they’re actually average.

you don’t know if kk arnold even likes you. you look at her and you see the sun, and she looks at you and she just—

“you good?”

you blink.

her hand is on top of yours, palm on your knuckle as you snap out of whatever you had been zoned in on (her; it’s always her). she’s smiling slightly, eyebrow raised. you don’t know if shes fighting a small, awkward laugh or just.. genuinely concerned. or both.

“yeah, yeah i’m good. just thinking.” you reply,

“what could you be thinkin’ about? girl, i been here yapping your ear off for like a good ten minutes…” kk trails off, a chuckle escaping her. it’s true, she has been. that’s exactly what you’re thinking about. she’s been here.

why is she still here?

there are better things to do. there is more she can possibly find interesting than sitting here yapping your ear off (eventhoughyoucan’thelpbutlookforwardtoit), there is more to her world than just these little moments with you— so why does she extend them? there is more to her. there’s more she should be doing. your eyes flicker to her for a moment, and she tilts her head, waiting for an answer—“what? you gonna keep staring or something?” she teases, that same lilt in her voice that has you pulling at the hem of your shirt. kk shrugs, smug, “yeah, i know, sometimes you just gotta stare thats coo—“

“why are you still here.”

it slips out of your mouth naturally, and kk’s smile? it doesn’t drop. it gets wider.

it’s odd. you expected a great wave of sass and attitude.

regardless, you jump to explain yourself, “sorry, that wasn’t—“

“nah, i know you ain’t mean it that way.”

“i know, i’m sorry, i—“ you pause. “wait.” there’s a beat of silence where you just stare at eachother—you not believing she’s not mad over it, and her just blinking at you with that dorky smile on her face. “what.” you say; you’re confused, obviously, because … well, what? what??

“why am i still here? mm, yeah, let’s think about it—“ she claps her hands together, rubbing them warm as she nods her head and pretends to think on it. she is not, infact, thinking on why she’s still here. she’s thinking about you.

but you? you don’t know that.

you’re out of your mind terrified under a newfound sense of scrutiny from her that isn’t like the usual friendliness she regards you with.

so when she opens her mouth, you open yours and you both speak at the same time:

“i like you.”

“i can leave.”

your eyes widen in disbelief,

“what?!”

kk nearly jumps trying to stop you from standing up,

“no, don’t leave!”

by then, you’re whisper-yelling at eachother.

“what do you mean you like me?!”

“what else would i mean?!”

“why would you like me?!”

“does there have to be a reason?!”

that stuns you.

does there have to be a reason?

kk looks at you, pretty features in a frown, eyes twinkling with a smidge of hope you don’t want to crush. a smidge of hope you … can’t crush at all.

“i didn’t—“ i didn’t know you liked girls, you want to say. i didn’t want to assume. kk doesn’t flinch when she interrupts you and says, “i do. if you’re thinking about that one live, i think it was pretty obvious i was bullshittin…?” she grins, referring to when she announced she had a ‘boyfriend’. as if.

you blink. oh. kamorea laughs and you feel warmth, and the hand on top of yours squeezes you tighter.

oh, you soften, okay.

your hand turns, your palm against hers, your fingers intertwining, your eyes widening slightly as hers crease with the impossible widening of her smile, and she laughs. again. as if this is the funniest thing she’s ever seen, as if your sudden shyness is amusing enough to acknowledge, and god bless her soul.

you want to hear that laugh forever.

kamorea is the sun.

brighter than most, bringing her light toward select places and people, blinding them with her own smile—kamorea is the sun.

you feel your skin warm at the sight of her and the feel of her fingers on your skin, intertwining with your hands—and yet, just as one does to the sun, you look for more of her light in the crook of her neck and the flutters you feel whenever she gives you a kiss.

you are the moon.

you don’t complete her. you complement her. that’s everything she wants.

without you, kamorea would continue to shine, but with you—she shines brighter. she completes you, brings you fullness, makes you whole, and with the way she giggles during kisses? the way she runs to you first after every game, win or loss? the way she keeps you close, especially when you try to pull away?

there is no moon without the sun.

—and there is no you without her.

@likelysobbing.

[milofilez]

clothed sex. gn reader. sub reader. soft dom milo. dirty talk. penetration (on reader). overstimulation. (implied) multiple orgasms. praise. doggy style. desperate sex.

“milo!” your voice came out in a hoarse plea. you didn’t even know what you wanted at this point, you were too fucked out to think straight and if you had to guess, milo was too.

milo had wasted no time bending you over the side of the couch when he came home. not even waisting time to fully undress either of you before he buried himself inside you. he couldn’t help himself. thats what he said right as he started fucking you. said he couldn’t think straight all day thinking about what he wanted to do to you. that felt like an eternity ago now though. you didn’t know how long milo had actually been fucking you, but if the amount of times you’d both come was any indication it would have to be quite a while now. you knew you were exhausted and over-simulated and milo must be too, but he showed no sign of stopping. in fact, your please only seemed to spur him on more.

“just a little longer,” he started, groaning low into your ear. “i promise sweetheart, just let me fuck you a little longer. please.”

the only response you could muster was a strained moan as milo’s thrusts became faster. you didn’t know how he could keep this up. you were almost limp in his arms with exhaustion but he kept going.

“yr so good sweetheart, so good for me. just come again for me, i know you can do it.” milo spoke sweetly in your ear. words of encouragement was his strong suit but you weren’t sure if you could give him what he wanted. you wanted to, god did you want to, but you had come so many times and even the thought of coming again made you hurt.

milo wasn’t one to give up though. he wanted to milk you dry. he started rubbing and stroking on your most sensitive spots, rough and fast. each stroke made a cry fall from your lips. he needed this. he needed to see you come one more time, and he knew just how to do it. quickly you were on the edge again, the familiar knot tightening in your core. tears welled up in your eyes from overstimulation and your voice nearly gave out with pleasure, but milo did it. he managed to push you right to the edge again.

you clenched around him, making him let out a loud moan of his own, and came again

“so good baby. you did so good sweetheart.” milo’s words were slurred as he spoke, but the movements of his hips finally stopped. after an eternity, milo was finally satisfied.

all you could muster was a few moans and whines as milo pulled out of you. you didn’t think it was quite fair that he made you come one last time but didn’t come himself, but you were too tired to bring that up. you fell to the couch, laying limp, afraid to move and risk any more overstimulation. milo rubbed your back softly, trailing kisses from your mid back up to your neck. milo spoke softly.

“so good for me.”

[ilovegeorgie]

hiiii hope u having lovely day !!! may i request any ringo fic !? u could also use this as en excuse to post any rigo draft but if not ㅡ some bongo fluff if thats alright! totally in love w your writing AND ur george sickfic, so i was hoping for a similar one with ringo ?

can be anything but preferably slow soft cozy fluffy day inside you know , no worries if u cant, love ur writing <3

there, running my hands through his hair

ringo starr x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none !

summary: sickday with rings and the other boys messing around

a/n: omgg thanks smmmm <33 y'all dont know how much it means when i get comments like these. btww im sorry of theres a few typos, im full of school work :/

it was raining outside, there was a steady, quiet drizzle that tapped gently at the windows. inside the hotel room was warm, the light was golden and low, filtered through the curtains. a record was playing quietly in the corner.

ringo was buried under at least three blankets on the couch, his hair a little messy, cheeks pink from the low fever he’d woken up with. he had one arm poking out from the mountain of fabric, holding a half-drunk cup of tea she'd made him an hour ago.

she was sat on the floor beside him, flipping through a magazine, glancing up every so often to check on him.

“you alright, love?” she asked softly, reaching up to brush a bit of hair away from his forehead.

he gave her the tiniest smile, eyelids heavy. “mhm, bit tired,” he murmured, his voice thick and sleepy.

“you look tired,” she teased, brushing her knuckles gently along his jaw. “well, more sleepy.”

ringo chuckled, then coughed softly into his blanket. “i’m a sick, what did you expect?” he croaked.

“you look kinda cute like this,” she added, and he leaned into her hand just a little.

"i always look cute," he said as she laughed.

she climbed up onto the couch beside him carefully, sliding under the blankets with him. he immediately turned towards her, resting his head against her shoulder. she wrapped her arms around him, her fingers tracing slow circles on his back.

“this is nice,” he whispered, a little congested, nuzzling closer. “i could stay here forever.”

the rain tapped gently against the window. somewhere down the hall, they could faintly hear the other boys laughing, probably playing cards or making a mess in someone else’s room. but here, in this little pocket of stillness, it was just the two of them.

at one point, ringo lifted his head to look at her, eyes soft, nose a little red, curls falling into his eyes.

“thanks for takin’ care of me,” he murmured. “even when i look like a sad mop.”

she laughed, brushing her fingers through his hair. “you always look like a mop, love. just usually a happier one.”

ringo grinned, then tucked his face back against her neck with a sleepy sigh. “you dont know how much i love you.”

she felt her heart skip a beat and looked down, but he was already dozing again, warm and safe in her arms.

...

the storm outside didn’t let up, and neither of them minded.

she stayed like that for a long while, curled up with him beneath the weight of the blankets, one hand stroking his hair. every so often, he let out the tiniest snore, barely a sound, really, more like a sigh. it made her smile every time.

at some point, he stirred again, eyes blinking open slowly like he’d just remembered where he was. he looked up at her, cheeks still flushed because of the fever, but his gaze soft and utterly content.

“you’re still here,” he murmured, voice rough.

she kissed his temple. “where else would I be?”

she shifted a bit to get a better look at him, tucking the blankets around his shoulders. “oh my, you’re warm like a little oven.”

“’m a multifunctional oven,” he mumbled sleepily.

her fingers traced over the freckles on his face. “you’re ridiculous.”

then a knock at the door followed by john’s voice, “oi, has the mop kicked the bucket yet, or is he still hogging all the sympathy?”

ringo groaned loudly and buried his face into her shoulder. “ignore them, if they ask i’m dead.”

she giggled. “you want me to go tell them off for you?”

ringo nodded. “please..”

she pressed a kiss to his forehead. “i’ll let them know, very noble of you.”

another voice joined in from the hallway, it was george this time. “tell him if he wants soup, he better come fight me for it.”

“he can’t fight anyone, george, he’s practically soup himself!” she called back through the door.

“exactly!” came paul’s voice now, laughing.

ringo just groaned again and pulled the blanket further over his head. “tell them i’m retiring, this is my new life now. the blanket kingdom.”

she snorted, curling back in beside him. “fine your majesty, shall i fetch the royal tissues?”

ringo peeked out and gave her the softest look “nah,” he said, reaching for her hand. “i’ve got everything i need.”

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

Ayo it's a ya boy the nerd 🤓☝️that love learning about magic system

If Stan's the king, can he give Ford a license or is it out of kingdoms jurisdiction? Tho now that I say it can he just make it so that you don't need a license to do magic in his kingdom?

by princess Stan standard (hehe), is cat Stan!Ford considered a sorcerer or a wizard?

How is Bill feeling now that he's an “emperor dowager”? Well technically empress dowager since he's a godmother but you know what I mean

i refused to believe Mabel's princess name is just her regular name therefore I dub thee princess Mabelel

Unfortunately its out of the kingdom's jurisdiction, as the wizards guild is what is in charge of handing out licenses. Nobility can expedite the process of getting people one, for a certain fee (bribes), or if they have enough connections. Its not uncommon for kings or queens to pass along certain applicants that the guild has to at least test, if they stumble upon certain talent or have their own children trained privately. Its an almost guarantee to get a license, even if they arent very good wizards (at that point the guild would only deny one if the person straight up couldn't do any magic at all).

What Stan can do as the newly crowned king of a (very real!) lost magical kingdom is say "woah you need a license! Thats crazy, that doesn't exist here! Hey, could you give one to my long lost twin brother, or else i might blow something up on accident?" and the guild would scramble to at least give Ford a chance to get tested (both because of the threat and because they don't want to upset the king of the recently discovered most magical place on the planet).

Ford would be very smug about it, especially since half the wizards guild know him, if not personally as the jerk he is, then by his reputation. Saunters in going 'oh hey, turns out i'm the long lost twin brother of the king of a (very real! Don't look too hard!) lost magical kingdom. How crazy is that? Anyways watch this' then finally blow the examiners away with his advanced magical know-how. Basically skipping out of the guild with his fancy new license, then sticking up a double middle finger and cackling as the wizards all scowl at him.

By fantasy land standards, cat Ford would still be a wizard, as he's casting long verbal spells that can be used in a variety of ways. Just a very weird one, as he doesnt actually need to know what he's saying or use runes.

Bill, like Stan, has very little power in his new position. Even less in fact. He wields that power with an iron fist, demanding three meals a day, his own bedroom, and to be carried everywhere. No one does that last one, as half the time he just rides around on Stan's shoulder anyway, and the rest he's scuttling through the walls popping out and terrifying people. No one knows how to deal with him, but since Stan's not in danger anymore at least he isnt teleporting on top of him. Bill is still trying to get Stan and Ford to unseal the rest of his body so that he can start the apocalypse, but since Stan's a sorcerer now and there's more people wandering around redecorating, he has less of a scare factor.

Ford and him still get into fist fights in the hall where Ford will bite him and snarl. He's less scared of Bill now that he knows what it feels like to use him as a chew toy. Bill is now more scared of him, now that he knows what it feels like to be a chew toy.

There was a previous ask about the twins where Stan decreed they already had princess names when they showed up, and Mabels was Mabelel so no worries. Dippers is Dipperel, not even Masonel. Dipper was upset about the princess part, while Mabel was upset about how terrible the name was. Stan did not care, as since he didnt get to chose his awful princess name nobody else could either.

[silverrr66]

surprised and a little disappointed that i havent seen more love for tfa lugnut. i mean the guy practically oozes whipped disaster simp energy.

oh my god imagine him falling for you. he would be obsessed, stupidly loyal like a little puppy dog. always there at the snap of your fingers, ready for any command. lugnut would be terrible at interfacing at first, inexperienced, way too excited and also sloppy but so willing to please you that he promises to learn to do better.

youd have to rein him in a bit and teach him how to do things properly, where to touch you, how to set the right rhythm. it takes him a while and he still gets overly excited and once you start making those little noises and whimpers he will be utterly flustered, but can you blame him? he only wants to make you proud because he loves you oh so much. if he had a metallic tail he would be wagging it aggressively all day so long as you are around.

just imagine this huge mech bowing at your feet fully devoted to your being, thats the relationship.

[luv-sturno]

IF YOU ONLY KNEW - C. STURNIOLO

PART ONE : NEW PLACES, NEW FACES.

chris sturniolo x reader.

summary: After moving to Boston for a fresh start, you unexpectedly meet Chris Sturniolo at a cozy café, where a playful argument over a seat sparks the beginning of something new.

.ᐟ playful argument, fluff. (i think thats all chat)

wc: 1.1k

It was a Tuesday when you moved to Boston. grey skies overhead, your car stuffed with bags and boxes, and that low buzz of uncertainty that never quite goes away when you're doing something big. You weren’t sure if it was bravery or recklessness, but you needed a change, and this city felt like a fresh start.

You had just signed a short-term lease on a small apartment not far from the city center. The floors creaked a little too much, and the kitchen was about the size of a walk-in closet, but it was yours. You liked that. You were chasing something new, and while you didn’t know what exactly, the idea of figuring it out was comforting enough.

After three exhausting hours of hauling furniture and the essentials into your new place. thank you, caffeine and stubborn determination. you stood in the center of the living room, hands on your hips, and let out a long breath.

“Alright,” you said aloud to no one. “Let’s do this.”

The next day, the city was still damp from the rain, but the sky had cleared to a soft blue that made everything feel a little more possible. You decided to walk around and get familiar with the neighborhood. You grabbed your jacket, earbuds in, playlist queued up, and just wandered.

That’s how you ended up in front of the small café on the corner of 6th and Beacon. a cozy little place with a teal-painted door and mismatched chairs on the patio. “Lola’s,” the sign read in cursive gold.

Something about it felt like a good idea.

Inside, it smelled like cinnamon and fresh espresso. The barista greeted you with a warm smile, and you ordered a chai latte, eyes scanning the interior. It was the kind of place that made you want to write poetry or start a novel. tiny plants lined the window sills, books were stacked on shelves in the corners, and soft indie music played low in the background.

You found a seat near the window and pulled out your phone, scrolling aimlessly until a voice broke through.

“You’re in my seat.”

You looked up.

He stood there in a grey hoodie, the hood pulled halfway up, messy hair peeking out. Blue eyes. Soft but curious. There was a playful smile tugging at his lips like he wasn’t entirely serious, but not entirely joking either.

Your brow furrowed. “I… didn’t see a name on it.”

He grinned, stepping forward a bit. “It’s kind of an unofficial thing. I always sit here.”

You blinked, not recognizing him, but something about his presence felt familiar. Not in a ‘have we met?’ kind of way, more like ‘have I seen you in a dream?’

You tilted your head. “Guess you’ll have to find a new favorite.”

The boy let out a laugh, low and warm, and plopped down in the chair across from you instead. “Touché.”

You raised an eyebrow, unsure whether to be annoyed or amused. “You just gonna sit there?”

“Yep.”

You looked around. “There are literally five empty tables.”

“And yet, here I am.” He sipped from a cup you hadn’t even noticed him holding. “You new around here?”

You hesitated. “That obvious?”

He nodded. “You’ve got ‘I don’t know where the hell I am’ energy. It’s not a bad thing. Just… noticeable.”

You laughed despite yourself. “Yeah, just moved in yesterday.”

He leaned back in his chair, like that explained everything. “That tracks.”

You waited, then finally asked, “So do you always interrogate strangers who steal your ‘unofficial’ spot?”

He smiled. “Only the ones who look like they might be cool.”

You tried not to blush, but something about the way he said it made your stomach do this annoying little flip. “Well, thanks… I think?”

He stuck out a hand. “Chris.”

You shook it. “Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeated. “Nice. I like it.”

The way he said it, soft, a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips, it made your cheeks feel warm.

You tried to focus on your latte. “So, Chris, what do you do when you’re not guarding café chairs from unsuspecting newcomers?”

He grinned. “Mostly film dumb videos with my brothers and make fun of each other. Occasionally eat an entire pizza by myself. You know, standard Boston guy stuff.”

You laughed, unsure if he was joking. “Videos?”

“Yeah. Me and my brothers, we’re on YouTube. TikTok too. It’s kind of our thing.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “Wait, like the Sturniolo triplets?”

Chris looked mock-offended. “You didn’t recognize me immediately? Wow. Wounded.”

You laughed again, shaking your head. “I knew you looked familiar.”

He shrugged. “We get that a lot. I’m the better-looking one, if that helps.”

You rolled your eyes. “Totally unbiased opinion, right?”

“Obviously.”

There was a pause, not awkward, just... present. He looked at you like he was trying to figure you out, but not in a creepy way. Like he was genuinely curious. It was kind of nice, actually. Not a lot of people looked at you like that.

“So,” he said, leaning forward, arms on the table. “What brought you to Boston?”

You hesitated for a second, then figured honesty couldn’t hurt. “Needed a change. Old place wasn’t it anymore. I wanted to be somewhere that felt alive.”

He nodded slowly, like he got it. “Boston’s definitely alive. Sometimes loud as hell, but yeah, alive.”

You sipped your latte, eyes meeting his over the rim of your cup. “And you? You’ve always lived here?”

He nodded. “Born and raised. Sometimes I think about leaving, but… it’s hard to walk away from something that shaped you.”

You liked the way he said things. There was meaning tucked into his words, even if he pretended to be laid-back.

Something about that made you want to know more.

Over the next hour, the conversation flowed in a way that surprised you. It wasn’t just small talk; it was real. You talked about music, movies, the weird ways people show they care. He told you about filming content with his brothers, how chaotic it could be but also how much it meant to him. You told him about your writing, your tendency to people-watch, and how you liked to collect moments like keepsakes.

He listened. Really listened.

And then, just like that, it was time to go.

Chris stood up, stretching. “Same time tomorrow?”

You blinked. “What?”

He gestured to the table. “Gotta defend my chair. Can’t let you have it two days in a row.”

You smirked. “I think I’m winning that war.”

“We’ll see about that.”

He grinned, then gave you a little wave as he headed out, disappearing into the flow of the city like he’d always belonged there.

You stayed seated for a minute longer, your latte now cold.

Same time tomorrow.

You didn’t want to overthink it.

But still, you smiled.

TO BE CONTINUED...

.ᐟ HII EVERYONEE! sosos sorry for not being online much, i lowk got a concussion on friday as i was finishing this part up.. BUT ITS OK WE HAVE FAITHHH anyway im gonna try to upload the next part as fast as i can. thank you so much for all the support and patience!! love u cutiess 💋

[elainsgirl]

I just can't with this fandom anymore. I'm not leaving but some part of me has just felt done with this fandom for a long time. It's honestly exhausting to not be able to escape having people tell elriels they're dumb and delusional for literally just reading the books and picking up what was obviously put down. I just wish we were left in peace. After years in this fandom, I'm seriously disappointed with both bb and sjm, and I've tried my hardest to not be and to be understanding. But at some point it becomes so taxing to see fans who truly enjoy her work hit over the head with the opposite of what the actual narrative is about and told that is the story told in the most cruel and degrading ways possible. Doxxed, harassed, insulted, bullied out of the fandom. And told they're dumb, delusional and pathetic. Because god forbid elriels are left in peace. I don't want to throw around words like gaslighting carelessly, but its just the closest word to describe what's going on from antis towards elriels.

How many mutuals have I seen leave at this point? Not because they lost interest but because they couldn't stand the toxicity of this fandom. People who were akin to friends, and now that connection is gone.

The reality is there are several books of obvious buildup, iconic moments, romance coded scenes between elriel that shifted the whole narrative before they even got their book. Connection, friendship, lust, longing, ache, beauty. "Are you dumb? They're rebounds!", "she's useless, she doesn't bring anything to the story!", "you idiot, he's just lusting after her!", "potatoes? Pathetic. Az just has mommy issues!", "the shadows hate her!", "elain doesn't belong in the night court, you dumbass, learn to read!", "she doesn't belong with him because she can't have his babies, obviously!", "she's can't handle his darkness, and you're illiterate by the way"...

Have that, and all the other gaslighting arguments from antis, hammered into you for four years and it's not so fun anymore. Oh, and you'll be called overly sensitive for being a little affected by it. Which is why I'm sending my first anon ever, after a decade on Tumblr in various different fandoms.

When fandoms turn toxic, I've seen authors put their foot down. Not through any grand gestures, but a simple social media post. And still, radio silence from both bb and sjm. It's just exhausting and it's unbelievable. I think it is wrong. I think published authors have some responsibility towards their readers that made them successful. I think it is catering to the toxic parts of the fandom to stay silent, because at some point, the silence becomes enabling, whether you want it to or not.

I will read the elriel book and I am sure I will enjoy it. But after that, I am forever done with both BB and sjm. I cannot understand caring so little about the fans that actually love your work. I don't know why any author would want this as part of their legacy without ever having put even the most minor effort into doing something about it. Sorry for the rant.

never apologise for ranting anon, we all need to do it once in a while and thats what I’m here for 💕

being an elriel in this fandom is hard because everyone else gangs up on you: the unconventional theories gang + eluciens. Especially when you consider how elriels are in the minority whereas these guys aren’t. Their voices in the fandom are louder - their opinions are more favourable because its what the majority wants to hear. And being an elriel, you have to constantly deal with all these bs takes that are so easily disproven but no one ever wants to listen because its not what they want from this series.

I can confidently say - elriel and elriels are held to a different standard then every other ship/stan. We have to work twice as hard to prove ourselves and it’s something no other ship has gone through. There’s double standards and hypocrisy when it comes to how people view elriel. Lets take the lust arguement as an example. For Nessian - half their book was them lusting for each other, their bonus was them being down bad for each other. No one called Cassian disgusting or icky. No one said Nessian can’t be together because they only “lust” for each other. Yet the minute we get Azriels bonus, his thoughts and its AFTER we’ve seen him risk his life for her, spend his time listening to her talk about her gardens, making everyone wait for her, the bonus is after all these scenes that show us how much Az cares for Elain - yet just because Az thought about how much he wanted to pleasure elain (after she was turned on) instead of confessing his undying love for her - you have antis saying its just lust! Az is toxic! Az is disgusting! He’s a F-boy!

So yes. Being an elriel in this fandom is very frustrating. Its unjust. And the worst part is - unless you’re in private chats for positive elriel only- antis infiltrate every elriel space across all platforms. So no matter how much you try, you always will come across them hating on elriels and elriel. The best word for it is draining. It drains the joy out of you which sucks because thats not the purpose of the fandom.

and then on top of them undermining elriel - its the constant jabs and insults thrown at elriels for no reason at all, taking a dig out of our reading comprehension, calling us desperate. Copy cats. And then its the bullying, making fun of our fanarts publicly- policing us constantly for things that aren’t out fault. The doxxing, stalking etc. Its so juvenile behaviour and that makes you feel even more isolated and attacked

can’t forget for being called cry babies when we bring up valid issues. They dont even allow us to enjoy ourselves. Look at last week: when the cards came out - antis where the first to make fun of us and how we needed to rely on cards for our ship to work. Then came the article which antis said elriels need articles to feel confident whilst they have the books. Its like every time something good happens to elriels, every time we’re acknowledged - antis have to go and ruin it by being bitter. And then instead of enjoying ourselves - its back to being defensive and having to explain how none of those things confirm elriel but its a good sign. Something thats common sense to normal people.

I respect the authors that call out the BS they see in their fandoms, those authors make it a safe place for their stans to enjoy. Sarah and BB haven’t done that - they’ve allowed so many things to happen and go far with such as the illyrian womb arguement. And I try to be understanding, like @nikethestatue mentioned today - that there’s around 2000 (maximum) of active, hardcore shippers in the fandom whereas Sjms reach is upto millions. We’re all just tiny little ants running around. She can’t see us and rlly doesn’t gaf. Even the loudest of the loudest voice in the active online fandom -still isnt loud enough to make Mass notice. And for Sarah, not only is her fandom big - her books receive lots of criticism. I can understand her wanting to stay away from all that - protect her peace but BB have also neglected this fandom and its annoying when it feels like every other author is constantly interacting with their readers and here it’s just radio silence for 4 years. I think feeling frustrated and angry at BB is completely valid. 4 years is honestly just ridiculous especially when the book isn’t guaranteed to be good.

After the elriel book, exactly like you, I am done with Sarah and her series. Nothing will ever tempt me to come back, i’ll make my content after reading the book - my thoughts on it and thats it. I’ll leave the fandom on all platforms because I have no interest in any other of Sarah’s series and with how long I’ve had to wait just for the elriel book and knowing what I went through whilst waiting, I dont want to experience this ever again. It stopped being fun long ago. And I honestly don’t understand Sarah’s or BB’s thought process right now, why they decided to wait so long or how they’ll announce the book but I think they’re all betting on this book to do rlly well so Mass can re-enter the fantasy genre w a bang becoming a hot topic again. But with how long its been? I dont think they’ll get the response they expected. Maybe that might teach them a lesson.

[mrsfudd]

Beuckers does it best-Part 2

hi guys this is part 2, lmk if ur fw it

warnings: smut, arguing

We were on the way back to me and Paiges dorm hall. My heart was beating out of my chest. How is Paige so calm. 

                                  Paiges pov

I cant believe I did that, shes going to think I just flirt with everyone I see. Fuck. My mind started to wonder about what I was going to do to her. She thinks shes acting so innocent but I see it. The pulling of her shirt, bitting her little lip, the slutty look in her eyes. I see it and Im gonna give you what you want. 

                                       Y/Ns pov

Paige grabbed my hand and started leading me to her room like I didn't know where it was. As soon as we got into her room, she shut the door and pushed me against the wall. Paige started to give me a kiss, her pretty plump lips against mine felt better then anything I ever felt. She was breathing so hard. Slowly grinding her knee into my clit. I was so turned on by her. I hope this never ends. 

"Strip" Paige said with a straight face. 

I immediately started listening to her, without breaking eye contact I started to take everything off. I left my bra and panties on. Paige let out a soft groan while looking at me up and down. Normally Im little bit insecure about my body but with Paige I never felt like she was judging me. I was comfortable.  

"Good girl" Paige whispered as she slowly started kissing down my body.

She took off my bra and started giving me small kisses all around my chest. Once she got down to my panties she started to rub my clit over the cloth. I was leaking through them and Paige took notice of that. Paige slipped off my panties and started giving me slow deep kisses on my slick. I started moaning and grabbing her long blonde hair. Paige noticed I was bending my knees, my legs were going to get weak. 

"Wanna lay down baby?" Paige said softly. 

"Ye-yes please Paige"

"Come on mama" Paige said while picking me up. 

As we were walking to her bedroom I got nervous. This is all moving so fast, is this really a good idea.

Paige lays me down, Im completely exposed to her. She lifts my legs up and puts her head between my thighs. She starts slowly licking me up and down. She takes her middle finger and puts it inside as she continues sucking on my clit. My hand reaches down to hold onto her hair. As she speeds up my moans gets louder. Her other hand reaches up and starts massaging my boobs.  I have a fist full of her hair as im bucking my hips into her face. My body is aching for release. After a few more seconds I cum all over Paiges face. Her blue eyes dart up at me. I look completely fucked out. Paige gets up from between my thighs smiling and wiping her mouth. 

" You taste so fucking good" Paige said as shes helping me sit up. 

As my orgasm started to wear off and I found one of Paiges shirts to put on I started to regret what we did. Don't get me wrong I love Paige Bueckers, but thats the problem shes Paige Bueckers. This is never going to turn into what I want. What I want is her but I know thats never gonna happen. It wouldn't make sense if it did.  

As Paige walked back into the room, she saw the look on my face. 

"Y/N, Whats wrong?" Paige asked with a worried tone in her voice. Her eyes searched me trying to the problem. 

"Paige, I really like you but I don't know if we should of just did that, we barely know each other and I seriously doubt that this is going to turn into anything more."

"Y/N" Paige said with a certain emotion in her voice. 

"Just save it Paige, I should just go." I said about to get up from her bed. 

"It's you, Y/N, I knew it from the second I saw you. I want you. I need you Y/N. You do everything with a certain grace, something ive never seen in a female. Please let me see more of you, this cant be over it just started Y/N. " Paige said stumbling over her words. 

"Cant you see thats the problem, i've known you for 12 hours Paige, How can I know your not just gonna lead me on, how can I know im not setting myself up for failure. Im not getting attached to someone who has a pick at everyone." 

"Y/N please, give me time ill show you im serious about you" Paige said with a desperate look on her face 

Without saying anything, I give Paige a kiss, gather my stuff and walk out.

[artsyannierose]

How would you see Sonamy working in the future if it was official? The two canonically crush on each other so it’d be weird to say they aren't at least canon in that sense. Your thoughts?

SonAmy’s definitely the most canon ship out of all of them, maybe rivaled by Vectilla but yk wtv

I don’t see it being much different than what it is at the moment honestly

Like if they were a couple first off it would happen in a private moment, I’ve already talked about this but all the best SonAmy moments happen when it’s just the two of them because Sonic really values his privacy when it comes to his emotions.

And their friends would slowly start to see more of a closer connection between the two of them, but it would be like very very subtle. (Maybe Amy would tell Cream out of excitement and Sonic accidentally slips to Tails that they’re dating and he’s like “EXCUSE ME WHAT SINCE WHEN”)

I also think to some extent they’d be a long distance couple?? Like they both go on their own adventures but they’re never really far apart

and also they go on their fair share of adventures together

but like those reunions…oh those REUNIONS

Amy just bouncing into his arms and Sonic would spin her around and not be shy to tell her how much he missed her (unless theres people around)

Sonic would still freak out about kissing on the lips, every time it happens both of them are still left in a “holy crap state”

like idk if y’all know that one meme where its like one person is going “omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg” in their head and the other is going “LETS FREAKING GOOOOOOO” like. thats sonic and amy, respectively.

I totally think cheek kisses are perfectly common with them tho, like yeah Sonic was hella awkward about giving them at first but Amy has always been more than ready. She often kisses him on the cheek before going somewhere or in a greeting. The day Sonic did it was when he thought Ames could use a little extra luck on an adventure or something so he pecked her cheek before dashing off and he’s just been doing it like that ever since

Cheek kisses are so sonamy to me aughhhugjffgjhkj Amy pls smooch him im going crazy its so cute