#you're looking for this is not that show this show is trying to actually say something and it's trying to mean something like please

[bucketbueckers]

TEAM BUECKERS

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

content: language, kinda silly, kinda rushed

wc: 5.9k

synopsis: For you and Paige, the line between “friends” and “something more” wasn’t always this blurry. You weren’t quite sure how you got here, and if you were being completely honest, you didn’t know if you were brave enough to ever cross that line fully. It’s not until Paige ropes you into a Valentine’s Day couples contest you realize, with the two of you, that line never really existed at all.

notes: happy (late) valentines day 😋 yes i'm posting this after midnight on february 15 and yes i tried my best to get this out on the 14th when it was, you know, actually valentines day, but i fumbled majorly and im like 50% sorry. not proofread bc im sleepy. i lowkey don't know how to feel about this but i think the end makes up for it but i had an idea for this and it honestly derailed. i still don't know how taglists work (if you've asked and you're not on here, i'm sorry i will just throw up and die if i tag someone who doesn't actually want to be tagged in all of my works i hope u understand, pls be super specific my brain doesn't function like it used to) uhhh so yeah lmk what we think & happy vday 🫶

tags: @jnkbueckers

You and Paige weren’t always like this. There used to be a clear boundary in your friendship, a strictly platonic one where her embrace didn’t make your heart race and where her mischievous smile didn’t fill you with an exasperation that bordered on endearment. You didn’t always wear her jersey at games, didn’t always keep her favorite ice cream stocked in your apartment for nights she came over to binge watch the same show the both of you have probably seen a combined thousand times, didn’t always confuse where you begin or where she ends. There used to be a time where the two of you weren’t so inexplicably intertwined in the fabric of each other’s lives. 

If anyone asked, you wouldn’t be able to identify when everything shifted – when your feelings transformed into what they are now. It just happened. The realization was as easy as waking up next to her on the couch, your legs tangled under a blanket far too small for the both of you, her arm tight around your waist to prevent you from falling off of the cushions entirely. It was as easy as the spare toothbrush you keep in your bathroom because she sleeps over so often, as easy as the drawer you have in her room because sometimes her dorm is just closer than your apartment.

So maybe it was kind of inevitable that ‘you and Paige’ turned into a ‘You & Paige.’ The two of you have a simple understanding. You keep her grounded, she encourages you to dream a little bigger. You talk, she listens. You round each other out in so many ways that you’re not the least bit surprised by how many people think that you and Paige are dating. If anything, they’re more surprised when you correct them, saying, “She’s just my best friend.”

You’re content to take your feelings for her to the grave. Maybe you would get over her eventually. She’s Paige Bueckers. She has a national championship and the upcoming draft to focus on and you have your senior thesis due at the end of the semester. The both of you have a lot on your plates – you care for her too much to complicate things for her, even if that means putting your own feelings on the back-burner.

You’re sitting on your couch, twelve pages into your paper, sifting through the twenty-eight (yes, twenty-eight) tabs you have open for your research when you hear your door knob jiggle. You don’t think too much of it, trying to stay focused on the task in front of you before you give up and start scrolling through social media again. However, your discipline doesn’t last for too long because the familiar rhythm of footsteps could only belong to one person. You look up to find Paige making her way into your living room like she owns the place (which she may as well, considering how often she’s around), depositing her duffle bag on the armchair. You greet her, returning to your work, but you feel the couch dip under her weight as she takes a seat next to you.

And then she sighs. Loudly. Dramatically, like she’s begging for your attention. Like you’re not busy. You glance at her from the corner of your eye, finding her staring straight at you, but she says nothing. A few beats pass. You add a new sentence to your paper, pausing to go back and find the reference page. She sighs again, more purpose and intent behind it this time, and your lips quirk slightly. Still, she says nothing, and the silence stretches on for so long that you’re sure she’s given up on trying to annoy you.

You write one more sentence before she leans over, sprawling out across your body, chin pressing into your keyboard. Your eye twitches as a long string of ‘M’s takes over your Word document. Paige sighs again, sounding forlorn, like a kicked puppy, and you know you’re not going to get anything done unless you entertain her.

“Okay,” you say, pulling your computer out from under her head, making sure to save your paper before you close the lid. “What’s wrong?”

Her face brightens almost immediately. “I am so glad you asked,” she states. “So, I’m walkin’ through campus today, right?”

“As one does.”

She hums. “And there’s a shit ton of tabling outside the student union. Frats, clubs, some vegan guy giving out pamphlets –”

“Paige,” you interrupt, raising a brow. “The point?”

“Oh.” She nods, collecting her thoughts. “So there was this club – forgot who they were, lowkey, there was a lot of letters – but on Friday, they’re hostin’ a Valentine’s Day contest and the first place prize is insane. I’m talking gift cards, cookie decorating kits, I think there was even a coupon in there for a fucking spa trip, or some shit, but you get the point, yeah? I wanted to sign us up for it.”

You had to admit – you were a little intrigued by it. Between your class work and Paige and her teammates giving you an aneurysm every week, you were in dire need of a spa trip and a little bit of relaxation. But more than anything else in the world, you knew Paige. You recognized that gleam in her expression – it was a feigned nonchalance, like she was being slick and trying to hide it. “What’s the catch?” you ask bluntly.

She laughs, the sound more surprised than amused, and her head shifts in your lap to gaze up at you. You try to ignore the way it sets off a swarm of butterflies in your belly. “What makes you think there’s a catch?” she asks.

“You’re Paige Bueckers,” you state. “There’s always a catch. Like I knew there was a catch when you asked me if I would hide fourteen blonde wigs in my apartment.”

“They were for CD!” she argues. You narrow your eyes at her and she huffs a little, amused, her lips quirking into a radiant smile. “A’ight. I guess you got a point.” You hum, because of course you do. Her expression turns serious as she sighs, for real this time. “It’s a couple’s contest,” she admits. “But hear me out, okay?”

“I don’t think I have much of a choice,” you grumble, but your mind is racing.

“There’s a couple rounds,” she explains. “Like, the first round is trivia. How well do you know your partner, type shit. They score you, then they eliminate the people who don’t know shit about their partners. Second round is teamwork. They’ll give you a couple of puzzles and the most points will go to the teams who work well together and solve the puzzle quickly. More eliminations, then the partners are separated and they’re asked questions about each other – about what, I’on know. That should be the final round of eliminations and then the remaining couples are ranked based on points and prizes are given. Light work.”

“Light work?” you echo, a little self-deprecating. “Paige, we aren’t a couple.”

“Well, not exactly,” she concedes. “But we know each other pretty well. And can you really say no to the spa coupon?”

You bite your lip, sighing as you truly contemplate it. She’s got you there. The prize itself is worth the heartache that will come with pretending like you and Paige are actually dating. “You sure we can handle it?” you ask.

She pats your side, almost ignorant of the way it sends electricity coursing down your spine. “Duh,” she says like it’s obvious, her lips growing into a confident, assured smile. “We’re a dream team, baby. We got this.”

You could only hope so.

You nervously adjust your dress as you and Paige stand outside of the large room that the Valentine’s Day contest was taking place in. You spent the entire week leading up to Valentine’s Day an anxious wreck – part of you was worried that you would slip up and say something that you would come to regret, maybe say something a little too real. You had to keep reminding yourself that you and Paige were playing a part and once that gift basket was in your hands, then things could go back to normal. 

The two of you dedicated the better part of the week to perfecting your cover story. How you met, where you met, how long you’ve been together, all of the cheesy romance milestone moments that you were certain you’d be asked about. You mutually decided to not get too creative as maintaining the lie would become even more difficult, but you were confident in your ability to sell a story.

“You ready?” Paige asks you, drawing you from your racing thoughts as she squeezes your hand gently. You didn’t even realize her hand had slipped into yours. Now that you’re aware of it, it’s all you can think of. Her hand is strong, enveloping yours completely, and it brings you a calming peace you weren’t even aware that you’d been seeking out. Feeling yourself relax, you meet her eyes and nod, trying not to smile too hard when she beams at you.

As she leads the two of you inside the auditorium, you do your best to not stare too much at her. She’s dressed simply yet elegantly; donning a fitting suit that’s a light pink in color in honor of the occasion, the fluorescent lights overhead reflecting off of her stunning chains and the rings adorning her fingers. Her hair is tied back in her formal slick-back, the diamonds in her ears sparkling, and you really have to drag your eyes off of her. You’d already spent so much of the drive over staring at her and you’re sure she’d caught you a few times but was too nice to say anything to you.

The event had a decent turn out. You count fourteen couples at most, fifteen including you and Paige, although you couldn’t really tell if that was good or bad. Beating fourteen other real, actual, dedicated, in-love couples was totally manageable. So what if you and Paige weren’t actually together, but you were the most convincing pair of best friends the world had ever seen? She said you could do it, and damn it if you weren’t going to get that spa treatment.

The auditorium, however, was decorated to the nines. Lights and streamers were strewn about, various complementing shades of pinks and lilacs matching the Valentine’s Day themes. The tables were covered in pink tablecloths with gorgeous centerpieces. Honestly, you had to give props where they were due – this club has gone all out for this Valentine’s Day event, although you’re sure they probably splurged their semesterly budget on all of the amenities.

Before you or Paige have the chance to say anything to each other, you’re approached by a young woman wearing a pink polo shirt with the club's name and logo emblazoned on the chest. UConn, UMatter. You glance quickly at Paige, trying not to let the amusement show on your face as you remember her words – ‘There was a lot of letters.’ She was so full of shit. “Hi guys!” the young woman greets enthusiastically. “Thanks so much for signing up. What’s the last name?”

“Bueckers.”

The girl nods, scanning her clipboard before finding Paige’s name. “Okay, perfect. Let me show you guys to your table.” She leads you diligently through the room, craning her head over her shoulder to explain. “Madelyn’s gonna be around soon to walk you guys through the trivia section once we start, alright? She’ll let you guys know everything you need.”

You and Paige thank the club member and she offers you two one last smile as the two of you sit down next to each other. Paige’s hand finds your knee, almost subconsciously, and you try to find your dignity. It’s then that you notice the placecard in front of you – elegant script reading TEAM BUECKERS. With a quiet laugh, you nudge Paige’s elbow, drawing her attention to the paper. “‘Team Bueckers,’ huh?” you ask her teasingly. “You forget about me?”

“Never,” she swears. “I think they assign the names based on who registered. Trust me, I had a name lined up and everything. We were gonna be PB & Slay.”

You snort. “I’m Slay?”

“No,” she deadpans. “You’re PB. Keep up, please.”

“Of course,” you say obviously, like it’s definitely your fault. “I’ll do better next time.” She squeezes your knee under the table, smiling wryly at you.

Once everyone filters in, the girl who’d greeted you at the door makes her way to the front of the room, adjusting the microphone. She introduces herself as the president of the UConn, UMatter club, explaining some of their objectives and goals for the spring semester – you tune out a lot of it, which you’ll probably feel bad for later, but you weren’t here for the club recruitment. You were here for the pedicure that was calling your name this weekend. She makes it through the rest of her opening remarks, officially announcing the beginning of the first challenge: trivia. Several club members make their way to designated tables and a short, brunette girl takes a seat in front of you and Paige.

“Hey, guys,” she says, grinning widely and handing the both of you dry erase boards and a marker each. “I’m Madelyn. I’m gonna walk the two of you through today’s challenges. We’ll go back and forth – you answer one, then the other, so on and so forth. If your answers are the same, then you’ll get a point. Ready?” You and Paige hum affirmatively. “Alright. Question for Paige – when is your partner’s birthday?”

Paige huffs, her lips quirking into a smile as she uncaps her marker. “Light work,” she murmurs as she writes her answer down. “It’s a national holiday.” You roll your eyes as Madelyn laughs. Paige flips the dry erase board around, showcasing it to you and Madelyn, and you nod as Madelyn awards you both one point.

“Same question for you,” Madelyn says to you. “When is Paige’s birthday?”

You uncap your marker and write down your answer. October 20, 2001. “The world hasn’t known peace since,” you murmur under your breath, drawing laughter from Paige. You flip your board around and Paige nods smugly.

“Two for two,” Madelyn states. “Next question for Paige. What trait of yours is your partner’s favorite?”

You and Paige exchange a glance, her brow raising teasingly. She writes down her answer and you do the same, eventually flipping your boards over for the reveal. The two of you hadn’t exactly prepared well to answer this one, so you were hoping that you and Paige were on the same wavelength. You lean forward, glancing at her whiteboard, and smiling with relief when you see her answer: she likes my energy. Paige’s smile is smug, but there’s an underlying softness in her eyes. “Don’t laugh at me,” you huff, trying to explain. “You just — you have this way about you, like you’re kind, warm, you make people smile, and you always support them. You’re just genuinely good and, I don’t know, I really like that about you.”

Paige’s smile isn’t any less confident, although she seems a little bashful now, her cheeks tinging pink. “Three for three.” she says.

Madelyn tries to stifle her grin, but it’s clearly not working. “Next question is for you. When Paige is having a rough time, how do you help her relax?”

“With great difficulty,” you gripe, making Paige and Madelyn snort as you write your actual answer. By forcing her to chill the fuck out. You and Paige flip your boards, hers reading a much politer She makes me do nothing all day. Madelyn nods, awarding you the point, but you hardly pay her any mind as you meet Paige’s eyes. “You do too much,” you say, which makes her groan. “You overwork yourself and you microdose a burnout and I have to make you sit down and remember that you’re human.”

“You’re worse than me!” she points out.

You sniff. “This is about you,” you declare, “not me.” Paige rolls her eyes fondly, but she can’t help her laughter. 

“Next question,” Madelyn says, grinning. “Paige, what did you guys do on your first date?”

This was a question that the two of you had prepared for. You both decided that a little bit of the truth went a long way and the truth was that you and Paige had no shortage of quasi-dates that you could easily draw from. You tried not to think too hard about that as the two of you write down your answers. You turn your boards, revealing similar responses of ‘we went to her dorm and made dinner together after one of her games.’

You glance at Paige and she sighs. “Don’t start,” she pleads. 

“I’m actually a little invested now,” Madelyn chirps, which makes you grin and makes Paige bury her head in her hands. 

“All I’ll say is that Paige shouldn’t be in the kitchen without supervision but I really admire her, um, willingness to get creative,” you say kindly. Your best friend pinches your thigh under the table and you jerk back, laughing. Not wanting to embarrass her in front of a stranger, you leave it at that, although you smile at Paige like you’re the only two at the table. “I had a good time, though. She made it memorable.” She smiles back at you, something tender that has your heart constricting. 

The both of you knew the truth, though. Paige was not a good cook. She doesn’t make terrible food — dinner was delicious, but Paige is chaotic and an actual hazard. Watching her chop an onion hurt something deep inside you although she’d seemed so proud of herself. You didn’t have the heart to make fun of her. 

“Five for five,” Madelyn says, drawing your attention back to her. “Next question for you. Who confessed to who?”

You and Paige lock eyes again, a silent conversation passing between the two of you, and you write down her name. You turn your boards, Paige’s name written on the both of them and you smile to yourself. “She was pretty oblivious,” Paige says, referring to you, and your smile falls as your jaw hits the ground. “I dropped so many hints and she just didn’t pick up on them. I eventually got tired—”

“Desperate,” you cut in. 

“Tired,” she emphasizes, smirking at you, “so I planned out this huge romantic thing and at the end, she still didn’t understand so I told her straight up.”

You roll your eyes. “Maybe you’re just not as slick as you think,” you tell her. 

“Nah,” Paige says. “I’m super romantical.”

“Sure,” you concede. 

Madelyn stifles her smile. “Alright. Two more questions for both of you. Paige, what is your partner’s pet peeve?”

“If you get this wrong,” you grumble, hearing Paige snicker as the two of you write down your answers. After you flip your boards, she grins proudly when your answers line up. 

“She hates not being taken seriously,” Paige recites. “She’s an English major. People always think it’s just easy or unimportant shit, like reading and writing papers, but she actually does a lot of interesting analysis and stuff that I never even considered. I’ll admit I was a little ignorant but she set me straight.”

“Wait, I didn’t know you thought that,” you say, honestly confused. 

She shrugs, a little bashful. “I talk a lot but I listen. Sometimes when you leave the room, I’ll read your paper just so I can ask better questions. You get all… glowy. And… I’on know. I like seeing you happy.”

You blink once at her, genuinely touched, and if you weren’t head over heels for Paige before then you definitely are now. She squeezes your knee again, her smile crooked yet tender. Damn it. You are hopeless. 

“That’s so sweet.” You’re a little shocked by Madelyn’s voice, but you clear your throat, refocusing. “Next one for you. What’s Paige’s least favorite season?”

“That’s easy,” you say, writing your answer down. Paige does the same. When you flip your boards, you glance at Paige’s, smiling wryly. “Paige hates spring. She has really bad allergies and all of the pollen is honestly a death sentence, so she’ll get all congested and sneezy and will spend a good two weeks bitching about it and how it makes her Jeep dirty.”

You glance at Paige, waiting for her to say something, but she just shrugs with a smug expression. “Last question for Paige,” Madelyn says. “What is something your partner does to show her love for you?”

Neither of you say anything, but Paige stares at you thoughtfully, another silent conversation passing between you. You don’t need to think about your answer as you write it down. On cue, you both flip your boards, Paige’s reading simply, She takes care of me. You can’t help the way your heart swells, a fond smile overtaking your face. “Before you, I wasn’t really the… you know, the receiver, I guess. Always in control, always expected to lead. You make me feel like I can just be me, which is really hard sometimes.” Paige laughs off the vulnerability, but you see right through it – the painful honesty.

“We’re equals,” you remind her, nudging her leg with your knee. “We take care of each other.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, her voice soft as she gazes at you. “I’m glad that we do.”

You spot Madelyn out of the corner of your eye, which sobers you up quickly. She smiles. “You guys are so cute,” she gushes. “Final question for you and we’re done with this round. What is Paige’s love language?”

You feel Paige’s stare on you as you write, but you don’t glance back at her. You can hear the scribble of her marker, her capping it. When you’re finished, you finally look at her, taking in the soft expression on her face, and despite yourself, a smile grows on your face too. Together, you turn your boards, your answers being the exact same once more — quality time and physical touch. “Ten for ten, baby,” you croon, raising your hand for her to smack her palm against.

“Great job!” Madelyn says. “Let me just go submit these scores and I’ll be back to walk you guys through the puzzle round after eliminations. Sit tight.” She offers the two of you a quick grin before she’s walking off.

“Ten for ten,” Paige repeats, nudging you a little. “We’re like that?”

“I guess we’re actually kinda good at this friends thing,” you retort, although part of you wishes you were anything but.

Paige’s subsequent grin is far too knowing, like she has a trick up her sleeve. “Maybe a little.”

You laugh a little under your breath, adjusting your dress and leaning back in your chair to get comfortable. Before you know it, the scores are officially in. You and Paige had a perfect one, so you weren’t all too worried about getting eliminated in the first round, but five unlucky couples ended up leaving. The two of you watched from afar, trying not to stare too hard at the retreating couples, although they made it hard. One girl walked out crying, gesturing wildly as her partner trailed behind her, a desperate expression on her face. Another one was pure anger, slamming the door behind her. You didn’t think that this club contest would get people so riled up, but you considered that it was probably the realization that your partner truly didn’t know anything about you. You just lucked out with Paige – she understood you.

Madelyn returns quickly and cuts straight to the point. She instructs you and Paige to stand up, handing the both of you a towel, and adjusts your arms until you’re holding the towels perpendicular to each other, almost intertwined. “The goal here is to separate from each other, but it can be tricky because the towels will tangle you up. We’re looking to see how fast you can solve this puzzle and how well the two of you work together. Are you guys ready?” You and Paige nod and Madelyn grins again. “Alright. You can start.”

Instantly, the room around you two is sheer pandemonium. The couples around you are moving quickly, trying to untangle themselves, but it’s clear that the panic is settling in. You and Paige exchange a glance, laughing to each other softly. “Game plan?” she asks you.

“We need to get these like…not perpendicular,” you offer helpfully, and Paige nods, adjusting her arms. The angle change makes your towels bunch up and twist at their centers.

“Spin around,” she instructs. You do as so, the towels untwisting around the middle. You pause to analyze your situation, trying to plan out the moves in your head as Paige does the same.

“Okay, bring your towel over my head and let me step through it.” After that move, the both of you glance down, taking in your situation.

Paige hums. “The rest is easy,” she says. You nod in agreement, a silent understanding passing between the two of you and you move in tandem, twisting and shifting and stepping up until you’re both finally separating from each other in record time, having completed the puzzle. “We’re like that?” she asks you again, her expression smug and satisfied in a way that’s only comparable to when she’s on the court and her lips are curling after sinking a contested three point shot.

“Dream team,” you remind her, letting the victory wash over you, clapping your hand against hers, although she doesn’t immediately release you, squeezing your hand with a proud smile.

“I don’t think I’ve actually seen anyone solve it that quickly,” Madelyn admits. “Or that calmly.” As soon as she says it, a commotion from the other side of the room draws your attention. There’s one couple that are twisted so unnaturally that it looks like they’re playing Twister, but it seems that the girl gets tired of the shenanigans because she drops her towel and storms out with a frustrated yell. “Case in point.”

You laugh and Madelyn walks away again to tally the points and make their final eliminations. Once everything is set, five couples remain out of the initial fifteen. After the last challenge, two couples will be eliminated once more and the remaining three will be given prizes in order of points. You and Paige were determined to finish strong – if the first two challenges were any indicator, you two had this in the bag. True to Paige’s word, the couples were being split up for the last challenge, and she offers you a competitive smile as Madelyn whisks her away.

You pass the time on your phone although Paige isn’t gone for long. However, what does shock you is the sudden bashfulness that’s clear as day on her features, like the last challenge had made her confess something important or she had to be vulnerable. You can’t help the sudden worry that seizes your body, but Paige rests a hand on your hip, squeezing you once with a confident smile. It couldn’t be that bad.

Madelyn leads you into an adjacent room where the president of the club is sitting at a table waiting for you. She smiles when you enter, motioning to the seat across from her, and it feels strangely like entering the principal’s office in elementary school, like you’re in trouble for something. The club president doesn’t spare any time for pleasantries and instead cuts right to the chase, something that you’re grateful for.

“I’m not gonna take up anymore of your time, but after seeing you and your partner perform so well in this contest, I only have two questions for you,” she explains. “This is our second year running this contest and no one has scored as high as you two have, which is kind of insane because the third round scores haven’t been added yet.” You smile politely, honestly unsure of what to say, but the club president continues. “How long have the two of you been together?”

“Going on three months,” you respond, thinking back to the timeline you and Paige had agreed on, hoping your voice doesn’t shake. You are a little surprised by how real your next words feel. “We were best friends for a really long time before then – we still are. Paige is just…that kind of person that makes you feel like you’ve spent forever with her, you know?”

The club president hums, agreeing. She pauses before glancing up at you, studying your features. “What’s something that you haven’t told your girlfriend, but you would want her to know?”

You hardly need the time to think about your answer, responding, “That I love her.” The club president’s expression softens, a smile growing on her face. “We haven’t, um, gotten there yet, but I mean it. I wanna make it perfect for her. She’s given so much to me in the short time we’ve been together and in the time we were friends. And she just…she means everything to me.”

She smiles. “I think you guys are perfect for each other.”

Despite yourself, you smile, a blush spreading across your cheeks. “I think so, too.”

After your solo questioning wraps up, you meet Paige at your table and you offer her a bashful grin, similar to the one she’d offered you when she returned. You don’t have the chance to say anything else to her as the final round of eliminations are being announced. You and Paige are spared, which doesn’t surprise you, and the two eliminated couples take their loss with dignity as they exit. Paige links her hand with yours – final three. In third place, Team Parker. In second…Team Hayes, which means that first place can only be –

“Team Bueckers.”

You and Paige relax immediately, high fiving each other in celebration. What you’re not fully expecting is the tight hug that Paige pulls you into, whispering a fond good job into your ear, although you can’t help the way you soften, sinking into her embrace. She leads you to the center of the room to collect your goodie basket. The various club members send you off with their congratulations, too, and you pretend to not notice the slick wink that Madelyn shoots you as you and Paige walk out.

The night air is cool, making you shiver slightly, and Paige doesn’t hesitate before she’s sliding off her blazer and settling it over your shoulders. You smile gently at her. “You won’t be cold?” you murmur.

“Nah,” she promises, nudging you. “I can handle it. You, though? I’on know.”

“That’s no way to treat someone who just won you these spa coupons,” you say, reaching into the gift basket to wave said coupons in the air. “C’mon, I clutched up, you can’t lie. And to think you wouldn’t have even had a partner for this if you didn’t rope me into it. I think we played our parts pretty well.”

Paige laughs gently, a tinkling sound that carries over the drag of the wind. “You still don’t get it, do you?” she asks, but there’s no true offense behind her words.

You stare at her in confusion. “Get what?” you respond.

“Do you remember that question Madelyn asked you earlier?” Paige says, her steps slowing, tilting her head down to look at you. The street lights reflect off of her face so beautifully, the blue of her eyes illuminated by the soft light. You can’t help the way your heart constricts at the sight. “‘Who confessed to who?’” You hum, urging her to go on. “You remember what I said? That you were oblivious and I dropped a lot of hints you didn’t pick up on?”

The gears in your brain spin for a few revolutions before everything clicks into place. “Oh my God,” you breathe out. “Are you–”

“Confessing?” she says, her lips quirking into a smile. “Yeah.”

“You dropped hints before?”

“So many,” she confirms.

“Oh my God,” you say again. You stop in your tracks, prompting her to do the same. The expression on her face is endlessly amused. “You planned a huge romantic thing – this?”

She shrugs. “The contest was the club’s shit, but yeah. I planned on asking you to come with me to this. I didn’t actually care about the prize, but the coupons are pretty sweet, right?”

You shake your head, ignoring her rambling. “You planned a huge romantic thing, but I still didn’t get it at the end, so you told me straight up,” you finish, partly in disbelief. “You think you’re so fucking slick, don’t you?” you accuse, which just makes her break out into laughter. “You literally sat next to me and told me exactly how you were going to ask me out and I didn’t know? And not only did you do that, but you were right about it?”

“I know you,” Paige says a little smugly. “And I told you that I could be romantical.”

“You are such a pain in my ass,” you whisper, but her arm is slinking around your waist, pulling you into her body as she grins insufferably, and you let yourself be pulled, your hands resting on her chest. “You are literally so annoying.”

Her nose brushes yours as she inches a little closer. “You know what they asked me in the final round?” she says, her voice loud enough for only you to hear. You nod. “They said, ‘What’s something you haven’t told your partner, but you’d like to?’”

“Funny,” you say. “They asked me the same thing.”

She smiles at you. “I told them I’d tell you that I love you,” she confesses.

Your cheeks burn as you register her words. “Funny,” you say again. “I told them the same thing.”

Her expression shifts, something like relief flashing in her eyes, something tender in her gaze. “Did you?”

“Well, I told them that’s what I would tell my girlfriend,” you trail off intentionally. “Seeing as I don’t currently have one of those…”

“Don’t play,” Paige murmurs, squeezing your hip gently, drawing a laugh from you. “Be mine?”

“You gonna share those coupons?”

Her eyes are bright when she responds. “I’on even care about them. Just want you.”

“You’ve got me.”

That promise is all she needs. She smiles at you, happiness in her features, and she doesn’t waste any time before she’s leaning in fully, her lips finding yours. You’re eagerly responding, melting into her as her arm tightens around your waist. You loop yours around her neck, standing on the tips of the toes for better leverage. Before you know it, her grin grows too wide and the two of you are laughing against each other’s lips, the sound of your love and giddiness the perfect way to end a perfect night. If you had Paige Bueckers and her annoyingly charming antics to look forward to, then one thing is for certain – you couldn’t wait to see what she had in store for Valentine’s Day next year.

[daeniradraconis]

My Emergency Contact – William Nylander

Just a little short Valentine’s Day fluff—because nothing says romance like realizing your boyfriend is absolutely not qualified to be your emergency contact. (Yes, inspired by the TikTok trend!) BTW, this pic is literally my favourite of Willy. Like, sir—how are you this hot and this cute at the same time?! ---

Moving in together was supposed to be romantic. Cozy. A new chapter in your relationship.

Instead, you’re sitting on the couch in your new apartment, watching your shirtless boyfriend, William Nylander, struggle for his life against an IKEA bookshelf.

The shirtless part isn’t unusual. If anything, it’s his default state. The man has never met a fabric he liked.

And honestly? You’re not complaining.

His blond hair is tousled from running his hands through it in frustration, his cheeky grin flickering in and out as he mutters to himself in Swedish, clearly losing patience. His mustache and beard are in full force—an off-season indulgence, just like the sheer amount of cake he’s been consuming lately.

And it shows.

Willy is always strong, always an athlete, but off-season Willy? He’s soft. He still has muscle, but instead of his usual sculpted abs, there’s the faintest hint of a tummy, a little dad bod moment that somehow makes him look even hotter.

Unfortunately, all that raw, Swedish power is currently being humiliated by a simple bookshelf.

“IKEA is a scam,” Will mutters, glaring at the half-built monstrosity. “They make the instructions impossible on purpose.”

“You’re Swedish,” you remind him, sipping your coffee. “This should be, like, in your DNA.”

“Yeah, well, my ancestors built actual ships, not this bullshit.”

He picks up the hex key like it personally insulted his mother, then frowns down at the two pieces of wood he’s supposed to connect. His brows furrow, lips pressing together in deep concentration, and for a fleeting moment, you think—maybe—he’s finally figured it out.

But no. No, he has not.

With way too much confidence, he tightens one screw, nods to himself like a man who knows what he's doing, and then leans his full weight on the side panel—only for it to give out instantly, betraying him in the most dramatic fashion possible.

The entire bookshelf wobbles violently before crashing down in slow motion.

And so does Will.

You watch in horror as your six-foot, professional athlete boyfriend completely loses the battle. He stumbles backward, knocks into a chair, flails to catch himself—too late. His knee buckles, and before you can react, he fully wipes out.

A loud thud. A groan. Silence.

For a split second, your heart stops. You freeze, eyes wide, a sharp pang of panic in your chest. He’s completely motionless, just lying there, staring at the ceiling.

“Will?” you ask, rushing over, hovering a hand over his arm, not sure whether to touch him or call 911.

No response.

Then—he bursts out laughing.

Flat on his back, bare chest rising and falling with laughter, stomach shaking, cheeks flushed—he looks absurdly proud of himself. And you can’t help but laugh too—though only after you're sure he’s not actually injured.

And then it hits you. This man is your emergency contact.

The realization hits you slowly. This is the guy responsible for calling an ambulance if something happens to you. This one.

The same man who once set off the fire alarm trying to “improvise” a grilled cheese with a blowtorch because he thought it would be “faster.”

The same man who got his shoelace caught in an escalator last summer and had to be rescued by a mall employee.

The same man who confidently insisted he could fix a leaky faucet in your old apartment, only to somehow make it worse—so much worse—that you had to call an actual plumber, who took one look at the situation and just muttered, Jesus Christ.

You blink down at Will, still sprawled on the floor, grinning like an idiot, and a strange mix of affection, disbelief, and sheer terror floods through you.

You sigh, shaking your head. “I can’t believe you are my emergency contact.”

You look at him, grinning up from the floor like he just won a prize, and a mix of affection, disbelief, and helpless laughter washes over you.

Will, still sprawled out, turns his head to smirk at you. “Baby. I got you.”

“You just lost a fight to plywood.”

“It was a close fight.”

“In your dreams.”

He just shrugs, completely unbothered, propping himself up on one elbow. “Eh. I’m strong. I can take it.”

You stare at him, still processing the absolute chaos of it all. The lack of concern.

Will sees your expression and smirks, sitting up fully. “You’re thinking about it, huh?”

“I’m regretting it.”

He gasps, pressing a hand to his chest like you’ve just wounded him. “Wow. That’s ruthless.”

“Honest.”

Will squints, then rubs the back of his head. “Maybe. But too late, baby. We live together now. No take-backs.”

You roll your eyes, standing up to help his dumb ass off the floor. He lets you pull him to his feet, then immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest.

“Will—”

“Shhh,” he says, resting his chin on top of your head. “Let me hold you. I almost died, älskling.”

You snort. “You did not.”

He squeezes you tighter, grinning against your hair. “You were so worried about me.”

You groan, but his arms feel nice, and he smells like cedarwood and the vanilla latte he stole from you earlier. Despite everything—despite his complete incompetence at building furniture or being careful at all—you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You sigh into his chest. “Yeah. You are sometimes actually terrifying. You clumsy idiot.”

Willy laughs, pressing a lazy kiss to your forehead.

“Terrifyingly sexy, you mean.”

Well, he’s not wrong.

[cosmosluckycharms]

Bug Like Angel

Girl, so confusing

They watched as you walked out the door.

It was like they all were frozen in time.

They didn't think you'd actually walk out the door like nothing.

They tried to tell themselves you'd be back in 2 hours, that you'll be back in time when their patrol ended.

..But just in case, they'll go look around them to see if you're all right.

Fuck.

You weren't anywhere.

They looked everywhere and they couldn't find you.

They looked harder.

They tried thinking of places where to find you, but they didn't know.

They didn't know you.

And they were worried.

Worried that you were hurt.

Worried that they'd never get to know you.

As they went to look again, they thought about how they treated you.

The way Bruce would feel ashamed of how people he knew told him you and he looked alike, how they'd say you have the same hair.

He wasn't ashamed, not anymore at least.

He doesn't think he was ashamed of you, he was ashamed of how he couldn't raise you.

He was ashamed of how he raised others who weren't you.

He was ashamed of how awkward he was around you.

He was ashamed of how he didn't even know your mother until the DNA test.

He was ashamed of how similar you looked to your mother.

He was ashamed of how he just left your mother after their one-night stand like it was nothing.

He was ashamed of how your mother left a note along with you back when you were left at the manor pleading Bruce not to let you become a robin and put you into trouble.

He isn't even sure how she found out about their identities.

He won't be ashamed of you, not anymore at least.

Dick remembers how many times you had begged him to go out to hang out together, just for him to promise and either not follow through, or just cancel last minute.

He remembers how you kept asking him to train you to be Robin. You wanted to be like them. You wanted to see what it felt like to run around fighting bad people like they did.

You wanted to help others like they did.

You wanted to be with them.

He regrets that back when he was Robin he kept being mean to you. He regrets how many of your toys he broke and never apologized for back when you were younger.

He regrets not taking you into the manor with open arms like he did with the others.

He regrets how many times he brushed you off to be with the others.

He regrets not going to your events.

He regrets forgetting to reply to you when you needed it the most.

Most of all he regrets not being there for you back when Jason died. Sure, he was grieving, but you were too.

He checked his phone to try and text you.

He saw he had so many messages dating back years ago that he hadn't replied to, the newest one being from around a year ago.

He started spam-texting you, hopefully you wouldn't be too mad at him.

He put his phone in his pocket for around 30 seconds.

...Only to take it back out immediately.

He went to text you again and saw his messages couldn't reach you.

He was blocked.

Jason misses you.

He misses how you would run up to him and talk to him.

He misses reading your books and playing with you.

He misses writing poems and reading them to you.

He misses you making him silly little crafts and talking about your favorite shows and music.

He misses how you would follow him around the manor like a duckling.

He misses how you would talk to him about the things on your bucket list.

He wishes he never got distant.

He wishes he didn't push you away.

He wishes you would try again.

He hates how you had no one to be with you when he died.

He hates how now he barely sees you around the manor, and when he does you're either on the phone with your friends or getting food and bringing it up to your room.

He hates how much you flinch when you're around him. He accidentally hit you in the face once because he had come back from a mission and was still in fight-or-flight mode.

He hates how he can't forgive himself for that.

He hates how lately when you needed to ask him questions or talk to him you kept quiet, made it quick, and kept your head down.

Nothing like how you talked to him years ago.

You used to be louder, you used to look up at him and wouldn't mind asking dumb questions.It's like you were scared of him.

He hated that.

When he first came to the manor, Tim didn't like you.

He assumed you were living like a princess, rich and pampered and full of love.

He assumed that you had everyone in the manor's attention. Maybe he wanted to be you.

He was trapped in his hatred, and your life seemed so awesome.

So he hated you.He hated how you would check up on him and the others.

He hated how you would have a lot of friends.

He hated how you had friends that would check up on you.

He hated how cheery you were.

He hated how you were always available.

He hated the way you spoke like you didn't have a care in the world.

He hated how despite noticing everything, he pretended he never noticed you.

He pretended he never noticed how heartbroken you looked when you would talk for a while until you noticed no one listened.

He pretended he never noticed how on family game nights you would stand in a corner by yourself trying not to cry.

He pretended he never noticed how your presence died out slowly.

He pretended he never noticed how you stopped leaving your little treats around the house.

He pretended he never noticed how you started looking happier when you weren't around them.

He pretended he never noticed how you started to leave the manor early and come back late.

To him, your life was perfect.

To him, you were coming home late from being with friends.

To him, you had the perfect friends and family.

He didn't understand why you had begged a robin once, your life was perfect.

To him, you were living like a princess.

He didn't understand, and now he wanted to.

Damian and you were opposites.

He was raised in pain, always training with a tight schedule. Always doing something.

You were the opposite.

You were raised in comfort, you went on with your days with no schedule. Sure, you were constantly busy with your activities and friends, but it was nothing compared to what Damian and the others had to do.So when he met you, he didn't think you were worthy.

He thought you were weak, just someone freeloading off his father's money.

He saw how others treated you and followed suit.

He saw how Bruce only interacted with you when you needed money, so he assumed you only wanted him for his money.

He saw how you would ask Dick to hang out only for him to never follow through, so he assumed you were just bored and he was your last option.

He saw the way Jason would avoid you and get mad at you over the slightest things and assumed you did something wrong in the past to get him mad.

He saw the way Tim would put in his earbuds as soon as you started to walk up to him, so he assumed you were annoying everyone and didn't care.

He always assumed.

He noticed how you and he were totally different, you wouldn't last a day in a life of his.

He noticed how you were somehow always coming home with bruises and slight injuries but never paid any mind to it.

You guys were completely different.You were gentle.

You were nice.

You weren't afraid to ask for help.

You didn't mind having a spotlight on you.

You were patient.

You were welcoming.

Sure, you guys were totally different, but opposites do attract. Maybe you're so meant to be, just you and him.

Alfred was confusing to you.

Sure, he took care of you, but you could tell it was more out of pity than anything.

He would never defend you or tell the others to just look at you, for once!

He would always defend your family when you complained about them, even though you had complete reasons to ignore them!

You learned to stop telling Alfred about your day.

You learned that even though he would show up to your events sometimes, you knew it was more out of obligation than anything.

oof this was bad

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[leeknowsnot]

SKZ when you suddenly call them with their full name

I am posting every entry I have written in my notes app to make it up to you guys. 😭😭😭 Anyway, happy hearts day to everyone!!

CHAN

— his eyebrows are immediately raised and he's looking at you like "Did you just call me with my full name?" with eyes wide enough for you to poke them

— you pretend you don't hear him and just continue on with talking to him and calling him Christopher

— he's immediately on your tail like a kid, asking the same question all over again you can't help but pinch yourself to stop yourself from giggling at how cute he is

— he calls you all sorts of cute nicknames to make you surrender to his cuteness

— eventually you do give up and when you start calling him back with your nickname for him, oh my God he smiles at you so cutely you could just dive into his dimples

— you are spoiled

MINHO

— definitely the type to call you back with your full name

— you challenged the wrong person, now he's gonna be the one who'll call your full name with EVERY sentence he'd say until you admit defeat iT BACKFIRED SO BAD

— evERY CHANCE HE GETS HE'S GONNA DO IT

— especially when you guys are out with friends, he's gonna call your full name WITH YOUR MIDDLE NAME people are gonna start staring

— you start ignoring him whenever he calls you your full name on purpose and oh does that annoy him eventually

— the audacity to ignore him and be annoyed with him when you were the one who started this little game, right?

— "kitten got a taste of her own medicine?"

— he's gonna punish you for being such a bad kitty wink w0nk

CHANGBIN

— his pouts are aLL OVER THE PLACE

— whoever sees him gets a free show over a man with biceps pouting like the big baby he is

— he'd feel a bit off at first but eventually gets used to it eventually cause he dares not to pick on how you want to call him

— even if it's a bit weird, he'll tolerate and learn to accept it if that's what you want

— tELL HIM IT'S JUST A PRANK HE'S TOO WHOLESOME FOR THIS WORLD 😠

— would be weirded out again trying to adjust to being called with his nickname again when you finally stop with your prank

HYUNJIN

— will give you an offended stare as if you just committed a sin

— no cuddles for u because he said you're not his gf and says he doesn't know u

— he's gonna make such a big deal abt it to the point Chan would be calling you in the middle of the night asking you if you guys fought cause Hyunjin's acting so weird, like he's so pouty and edgy

— so when you said it's only because you called him by his government name for a prank, Chan L O S E S it

— you'd find a pouty Hyunjin in the morning, complaining cause Chan gave him an earful for maging a big deal out of your prank

— he basically forgot you were the one who started it . at least he's pouty over Chan instead of you anymore

HAN

— waterworks EVERYWHERE

— how dare you make him cry

— the moment you call him Han Jisung it's over for him

— the London Bridge is falling, Eiffel Tower is collapsing, the icebergs are melting

— "Is he better than me? Is he treating you better at least?"

— sTARTS ASKING QUESTIONS THAT SOUNDS LIKE YOU LOVE SOMEONE ELSE NOW BC HE'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH AND HE THINKS YOU DESERVE BETTER

— expect him pulling all-nighters writing a sad love song

— when you explain to him that it was just a prank, he immediately bursts into tears, either in relief that you still love him or bc you messed with his feelings 💀

— how dare you make him cry pt.2

— turns the sad love song that he wrote into a body roll song

FELIX

— he immediately catches on and knows it's a popular prank trend amongst couples so he plays along

— but ofc he's still making sure it really is a prank and you're not actually mad at him

— your friends would be looking at you both weirdly and think you guys have broken up but maintained good friendship

— his friends only know you by nickname so when they saw your caller id on Felix's phone and it was your actual full name, they were having multiple question marks as to why Felix was being all so chummy and sweet with this (Y/N) on the phone

— the next time you meet them they'd be shaking while trying to tell you that Felix has been cheating on you with someone named (Y/N)

— oh my God you and Felix die from laughter

SEUNGMIN

— tbh he doesn't care

— he'd been trying to get you to stop calling him smookie poo, pookie, moochie bear, and all sorts of nicknames the past weeks so this was actually a win situation for him

— he enjoys it too much he starts frowning at you when you go back to calling him the nicknames

— "Where'd the 'Yah, Kim Seungmin' go?"

— 10 out of 10 he loves the prank, would definitely avail for more 💀

— Now he won't stop demanding you to do it again

I.N

— immediately thinks he did something wrong but he just sITS THERE PROCESSING AND STARING AT YOU WITH HIS FAKE EYES OPEN

— he'd malfunction so bad how can you do this to him

— he's already clumsy as is but bc you're making him overthink, he's unintentionally breaking and dropping stuff all over the place

— in the "is-she breaking-up-with-me/did-she-find-someone-better" lineup

— he doesn't show it tho

— he tries not to at least

— would send you all sorts of gifts; flowers, chocolates, champagne, stuffed toys, you name it—it's his love language

— he'd actually try to win you back from this "new guy"

— when you tell him it's just a prank, he doesn't talk to u for a few days and gives you the silent treatment

— i mean, you obviously had it coming

[yurinaa-world]

Can we get another part of body swap? This time with Dan Heng, Boothill, Aventurine and Jiaoqiu

2#—"𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎?!"

💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Dan Heng, Boothill, Aventurine & Jiaoqiu x Gender-Neutral reader

💫𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Body Swap?!

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, & Spelling Mistakes

💫Part one: 💫"𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎?!" (with Sampo, Jing Yuan, Ratio & Gepard)

💫𝒟𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝑔 "𝐼𝓂𝒷𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝐿𝓊𝓃𝒶𝑒"

“Why are getting so close?!”

If anyone saw the two of you like this, you would think Dan Heng was a gentleman on the outside (of course he always is) and on the inside, he’s so handsy, it looked like was about to eat you alive—your chest against his own

Dan Heng’s voice—your voice—comes out in a startled yelp, eyes widening as you lean in, crowding into his space. If anyone saw the two of you like this, they’d think Dan Heng was the type to pin people against the wall—all tall. But in reality, you are the one doing it, under the idea that your idea of trying to “help”

“Come on, that’s how they do it in shows and books, they switch back after a kiss,” Whatever you rambling on about makes him question if you're even taking this seriously!? 

“One tiny kiss? It might do something.” 

How can you be so cheeky? You make his heart race even in your body, just the way you talk makes you very different from him. 

“You’re insane,” he mutters, his voice—your voice—tinged with disbelief.

But even as he says it, his eyes linger on you, watching as you get even closer, ignoring all the space between you. His breath comes a little quicker, the proximity messing with his focus. Why does it feel so… different with you in his body? Why is it that the moment your eyes meet, his heart starts to race, like a traitor?

“I’m serious,” you press, your voice playful, but there’s something daring in it, too. “You never know. One kiss might just do the trick.”

You lean in, your lips brushing against his for just a second. The moment it happens, everything goes still. He pulls back, eyes wide, his breath shaky.

“That didn’t do anything."

💫𝐵𝑜𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 "𝑀𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒶𝓁𝒶𝓍𝓎 𝑅𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈"

He loves your body so much, so warm and fuzzy, like the feeling of a blanket coming out from a dryer and wrapping yourself in its warmth. He absolutely loved the feeling. 

(You weren’t so bad off as well, even though you were wearing clothes that he would never wear in his own body, finding his original outfit too much for you.)

He wants to feel you in your body, wrapping his—your—arms around your waist, the cold metallic making him shiver. Was his body really that cold? Well, if he keeps his body against yours long enough, the body heat transfers to the metal.

He hums in satisfaction, pressing himself—yourself—closer, soaking in every bit of warmth that seeps into his usually frigid body. The contrast is startling, the way the heat lingers against the metal.

“…so warm," he murmurs, voice hushed, like he's afraid acknowledging it too much will make it disappear—even though the only warmth is coming from his own body onto the metal if yours. His fingers trail absentmindedly over your arms, your waist, feeling the way your body moves with each breath. 

 He never realized just how much sensation his body lacked until now. The coldness he had grown so used to, his face being the only thing he could actually (sometimes) feel.

"...So this is what it’s like," he breathes, barely audible. A strange, wistful longing settles in his voice, something he doesn’t fully understand himself. 

He misses being human.

💫𝒜𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑒 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝓃𝒾𝑜𝓇 𝑀𝒶𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝐼𝒫𝒞 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝐼𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒟𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉"

Why are we here?! Seriously! What are you thinking?!” 

He’s always the one bringing you to places like this, but now that you’ve switched bodies, it’s hard to ignore the looks you’re getting. You face being the one thats winning, the one on a hot streak, while you just sit there, looking nervous and out of place. 

“You’re making it way too obvious, enjoy yourself, it’s fun robbing all these fools blind.” Aventurine smiled gleefully while raking around a basket of chips and throwing them on the table. 

“Really? I rather just sit and have my fun over here.” you see him looking to the side—probably another game catching his interest, which inevitably leads him to join in to have his share of fun. Which was not what got him so focused on, you before grinning at you—it was a smile of pure mischief on his lips—you got a front-row seat of that look while immediately jumped on top of your lap.

You freeze, the weight of his sudden move pressing down on you. His grin widens as he settles, his hands resting on your shoulders, fingers casually brushing your neck.

“What are you doing!?”

“Those girls were staring at you, I couldn’t help but get jealous.”

Ugh! Why does he have to act this in your body, like some needy lover who wants attention?

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you mutter under your breath, trying to push him off, but it’s like he’s made himself comfortable, leaning into you with that damn mischievous smile. “They like your face, not me.”

“Oh, they like this face, alright,” he says with a teasing chuckle, poking at your chest, “but they can’t have you, since we’re together.”

💫𝒥𝒾𝒶𝑜𝓆𝒾𝓊 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒳𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝒴𝒶𝑜𝓆𝒾𝓃𝑔"

What an unusual expression, it doesn’t suit his face at all. The same goes for him in your body. From the outside, it looks funny—it’s like you two have changed places, which isn’t exactly wrong.

But right now, no one would tell it feels a bit weird! The orange colour tail doesn’t stop moving for a second, it makes you feel uncomfortable, and it always moves around, which somehow just leaves you restless the orange ears on the top of your head are like losing a tooth as a child—you can’t help but take notice and touch the ears that weight on your years.

Jiaoqiu on the other hand seems to fairing far better than you—honestly, without his tail and ears you thought he be worse off, but no, he seems to be enjoying himself in your body, mostly relishing in it.

You, on the other hand, have been groaning and complaining, while holding down the orange tail to stop it from moving, it made you extremely restless. He had soothed you somehow—you are in his body after, watching you in pain isn’t what he wants.

Which is how you wound up here, laying in your lap is his body—it’s weird yet desperation is how you got here—his hand lands on the top of your head, gently patting and running his hands through the long orange hair.

“You’re tense,” Jiaoqiu mutters, his tone somewhere between amused and exasperated.

“I wonder why,” you grumble, but the bite in your voice is weaker now. The twitching of your ears has lessened, and your tail no longer flicks about wildly like it has a mind of its own. You can still feel it, still notice every little shift and movement, but the overwhelming restlessness from before has dulled.

Jiaoqiu huffs a small laugh, continuing his slow, rhythmic petting. “See? Not so bad when you stop fighting it.”

It's stupid how you feel your face burn up a little, it’s so stupid and slightly embarrassing.

So stupid, that tail starts flailing around.

Which makes Jiaoqiu snicker, clearly noticing the way your tail betrays you. "Ah, there it is again," he teases, his fingers lazily brushing over your scalp.

"You sure you’re not enjoying this a little too much? I thought you were calming down, instead, I’ve got you all railed up."

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[kiame-sama]

HAE Valentines Special~

Valentines really isn't a thing in the HAE AU, given the have mostly different holidays, but i figured y'all could have a little confession/love thing. I was going to write NSFW for the Dorm Leaders for Valentines day, but time got away from me. instead, here is a little something different.

Warnings: Still yandere, HAE TWST AU, monster AU, Human/Reader is (They/them) to be inclusive, suggestive themes, ficlets, kissing, confessions, suggested cannibalism (Azul path), Unicorn, Nemean Lion, Caecilia, Genie, Harpy, Shinigami, Dragon

Riddle Rosehearts:

"Everything needs to be perfect!"

The Unicorn huffed as he looked over the preparations for the day's Unbirthday party. This would officially be the fifth time he has rechecked the preparations and Trey couldn't help but feel amused at how stressed his friend was.

Though Unbirthdays were common when it came to their dorm, this was supposed to be a special one for several reasons. The beloved Human of Night Raven College was going to be attending this one and Riddle was planning to confess his feelings for them. It was no secret the Unicorn had feelings for the Human, though the Human seemed to be unaware of how the Unicorn actually felt for them.

Still, that didn't mean Trey couldn't have a bit of fun with his close friend.

"I don't know, Riddle, do you think the roses should be painted a different color?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, painting the white roses red is traditional for an Unbirthday party, but this isn't just an Unbrithday party anymore. Why not paint them something that goes with (Y/n)? Like their favorite color?"

"That's-! Actually... that isn't a bad idea."

The Unicorn turned back to look at the roses but another voice cut in before he could decide what to do. That voice belonged to the Human that everyone seemed to adore as they walked over with a warm smile on their face. If anything, it was more surprising that the Human came to the Unbirthday party at all given how Riddle reacted during the first Unbirthday party they attended.

He was determined to not make the same mistake.

"(Y/n), you're early!"

"Well, I thought I could show up and lend a hand! I am enjoying the party too, I shouldn't just get to sit on the sidelines and not help out. What do you need me to do?"

Riddle was thrown off by the sudden offer to assist him and he could feel his chest tightening as his face warmed with a flaming blush. He wanted to wait to confess his feelings for them at the height of the party, perhaps even during croquet. Still, something about the affectionate and kind Human made Riddle absolutely melt and all of that careful planning fell to the wayside.

"(Y/n)," He started, picking up their hands in his own and kissing the back of one affectionately, "the only thing I need from you is for you to listen."

"Okay?"

Riddle swallowed hard, suddenly feeling his mouth go dry as he tried to cobble together what he wanted to say. Nights spent practicing and rehearsing for this moment all suddenly seemed so distant and far out of his reach as he struggled to find the words he was looking for. Luckily for him, dear (Y/n) was as patient as ever to let the Unicorn gather up his thoughts.

"I have spent my life trying to be the best I can, from classes, to being a son, and yet it always felt so hollow and empty. Despite everything I could want being available to me, there was nothing I actually needed. Not until... until I met you. I know I have no right to ask this of you, and I understand if you turn me down but I... I..."

He struggled to force the words out of his mouth as he found himself choking at the last minute. The idea that this amazing person could turn him down poisoned his thoughts and made tears fill in his eyes, especially because he knew he wouldn't be able to handle being rejected. He needed the Human to accept his love completely and wholly or he would lose his mind in grief.

"I love you too, Riddle."

Those words made his mind come to a screeching halt as his breath caught in his throat. He was quick to glance up from their hands to their gently smiling expression as his heart leaped into his throat.

"Y-you do?"

"Of course I do. How could I not?"

"Because I'm such a mess! I attacked you when I Overblotted and-"

He cut off sharply as their hand rest against his cheek, gently pulling him down to lock their lips with his. The Unicorn couldn't help but let out a soft little squealing neigh at the feel of his lips pressed against their own and he hungrily melted into the gentle affection. Their warm body against his own had his face blushing bright red. Riddle found himself panting and longing for more when they broke the sweet kiss, pulling back to look at him adoringly.

"I love you, Riddle Rosehearts."

"And I love you (Y/N). I always will."

~~~~~~~~

Leona Kingscholar:

"Oi, Leona, get up and help!"

Ruggie grumbled his complaints to the dorm leader, who was lounging on some sun warmed rocks as he spent the day dreaming and thinking about what could be, if he only tried. The dorm had been cleaning and tidying up after a rather eventful evening in anticipation of that blessed Human stopping by. Naturally, the lazy Lion wasn't too interested in helping out his Pride even though he was the primary reason the dorm was so messy.

Wrestling and playful fights were common in Savanaclaw and Leona had been the undefeated champion of his Pride for a while now. The night prior has gone about the same and made it clear to all the newcomers that Leona was the leader of his Pride for a reason.

"Nah."

"The hell you mean, nah? (Y/n) is gonna be here any minute-!"

"That's why you're here, Ruggie. It's your job to clean, not mine."

"You-!"

The Gnoll seemed more than a little annoyed with Leona and was about to voice that frustration when another voice was carried over on the wind. (Y/n) had said they would come over for a visit and maybe even make some lunch for the dorm, so they were an expected presence. Still, it made Leona's heart leap up into his throat when he heard them.

The Lion was quick to rise to his paws when he heard the shouted greeting and seemed to have a kind of energy now that he knew his favorite squeaky toy was present. He couldn't resist the lazy smile pulling at his face as he saw that soft Human making their way over to him with a happy smile. What he wouldn't give to have that smile for himself, to keep and to be the only one that got to see such an affectionate expression.

"Mousey, took you long enough."

"Oh, hush. You know it takes a lot for me to be able to slip away from the others to even come here."

"I know. Did that Lizard throw a fit over it?"

"Of course he did, you know how Malleus is, Leona."

He did know.

Leona knew that the Dragon was far too interested in (Y/n) and it made hate burn in the pit of his stomach to think about that overgrown Lizard getting his hands on that soft Human. The idea that he could be relegated to second place yet again only made the anger burn brighter. Years of being second place to everyone else left a chip on the Lion's shoulder regarding the way others perceived him and how he always seemed to be the secondary choice.

He wasn't going to let himself stay second place anymore.

"So what did you want to do-"

The Human's questioning tone cut off as the Lion pulled them to his chest, locking his lips almost immediately with the surprised Human. They hesitated for just a moment before reciprocating the kiss, much to the Lion's enjoyment and vague astonishment. He figured they were fond of him to some extent, but it felt so nice to be able to have that affection returned in full.

As he broke the kiss, he almost chuckled when he saw the slightly dazed expression of that soft Human staring up at him. If they kept looking at him like that, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from taking more than just a little kiss from them.

"You're mine, you got that, Mousey? All mine. That damned Lizard doesn't get to have you anymore. I am your number one."

This made a small smile pull at their lips as they leaned into the hold of the Lion. It was almost laughable to Leona now to think that he ever believed they could possibly like that Lizard more than they loved him. He was dangerous and came from a long line of Human eaters, but they were never bothered by what his ancestors had done in the past.

"All yours."

~~~~~~~~

Azul Ashengrotto:

Azul nervously sat glancing at the phone in front of him as he awaited the arrival of his date for the evening. He had gone though countless plans and countless ideas before he settled on the current one, and now he had to wait while the time ticked away.

It was a relatively cool evening in the Mostro Lounge and Azul had ensured to reserve the entire VIP section just for this occasion. If anything he was nervous and vaguely worried that his invited date wasn't going to show up despite the fact that they had agreed and it was still early to the time he requested they arrive. Still, he found himself constantly looking back to check the time only to see seconds had passed despite the fact that it had felt like hours to him.

The VIP section was lit with small candles and had been cleared out of everything excepting one round table that had two chairs on either side of it. The view of the large external aquarium was quite lovely from where the table was placed as a pair of whale-sharks slowly swam by, circling and dancing together in playful affection. Even the silk table cloth he had placed over the table seemed to have the gentle reflections of light through the water shining onto it, making it look just as fluid.

"Oya, Azul, you seem so pent up and stressed. Could it be you are worried about being rejected?"

The gentle teasing of his second in command and childhood friend, Jade, chimed out and Azul couldn't stop the way he glared over at the smiling Eel. Of course he was nervous and terrified. He didn't know what he would do if he was rejected after going through all of this effort to put together a nice dinner for himself and the soft Human he adored.

There was a part of him- the part he kept mostly hidden- that insisted there was no way the Human could ever love a crybaby like him. Why would they go for someone like him when they could have their pick of anyone in the world? Princes, wealthy tycoons, Kings, anyone they wanted would happily accept their affections, so why would they settle for someone like him?

Jade was well aware of Azul's stress, as the Octopus couldn't even snap back in reply to the light teasing. It was clear to anyone that knew Azul that he was nervous and could hardly sit still in his own seat. His eyes glanced back to the time and he felt his three hearts pound heavily in his chest.

It was time.

"Hey, Azul! Hope I'm not late."

The kind voice of the Human he adored filled his head and only made his hearts hammer even faster as he stood to greet them. They were breath-taking, dressed in the fine clothing he had sent along with the invitation to this candlelit dinner and he almost swooned when he saw them. They looked absolutely enchanting beneath the shining light from the aquarium and he couldn't help but blush bright blue.

"Goodness, this place is beautiful! I don't think I've ever been in the VIP section before. Did you do all of this for me?"

He did. Azul had even gone as far as to sever one of his own tentacles- it would grow back- so he could have a unique dish to serve them just for the occasion. It was typical of male Caecilia to offer their own tentacles as a meal to their mates, he just hoped the Human would accept him as their mate.

"It isn't much," he stated, gently leading the Human to the waiting table, "but I do hope you like it."

"Of course I do. But, this doesn't seem like a friendly little dining experience, is it? This seems more like a date to me."

"W-what? I- Well this isn't- I mean, it could be if you wanted? If you don't want it to be-"

Azul stumbled over his words, feeling his entire face flush a deep cerulean as he tried to save face. Those thoughts and ramblings all came to a screeching halt as the Human gently rest their hand against his cheek, pulling him into a light kiss that left him breathless.

"I would love for this to be our first official date."

"I love you, (Y/n)!"

"And I love you too, my sweet octopus."

~~~~~~~~

Kalim Al-Asim:

Food of varying spices and make were lain out among the various seating areas of the Scarabia dorm, while the dorm members happily sat and talked to one another in excitement. It was normal for the dorm to be having a little celebration amongst themselves, but there was to be a unique guest of honor arriving soon and it had them all buzzing in excitement. Almost everyone in the dorm adored their dorm leader and they were all hoping that the party would go in his favor.

Unlike most in Night Raven College, Kalim Al-Asim was a kind soul who tried to help others despite his own failing in magic. Those who were in the Scarabia dorm had long come to appreciate the Genie that greeted them with warm smiles and affectionate behavior. They were also all in on the plan to get Kalim and the Human he so clearly adored together in a relationship.

Jamil- Kalim's right hand and Vice-Housewarden- was not of the same enthusiasm as the others, but he was still willing to lend his help to the Genie he had spent his life serving. He had been the one to craft all of this fine food, after all, and he was willing to do what it took to keep the Human close, even if meant he had to share with the air-headed Genie. Now, all that was needed was the Human themselves and then the party could really get into full swing.

"Kalim!"

A familiar voice called out and the Genie was quick to rush over to them, almost tackling the Human in an excited hug as he nuzzled against their neck. They chuckled and returned the affectionate hug with their own as they allowed the Genie to pull them to where he had been resting as the head of the group. A kind of hush fell over the gathered students who were all excited to see their beloved Housewarden with the Human he clearly adored.

"(Y/n), before we get the party started, I have something to tell you!"

"Oh? And what would that be?"

Kalim found himself somewhat nervous, but his face didn't show it as he smiled at them, trying to get his ever bouncing mind to calm down just enough to speak his peace. He really hoped that (Y/n) would return his affections at best, or at worse still want to be friends with him after he confessed his feelings for them. The only thing he had to do was actually confess to them the way he had planned.

He seemed to remember the speech he and Jamil had written out has he quickly grabbed the paper from his pocket, looking over it quickly to try and find exactly what he was looking for. He frowned at the paper- as well written as it was- and decided that he no longer needed it. If he was going to pour out his heart, he couldn't let some silly paper get in the way of it.

"(Y/n), I know I'm not the best at magic, and I know my wishes are dangerous, but even with all of that, you're always so nice to me. You don't get mad when I forget things. You don't yell at me when I get a little loud. You're always there when I need you to be and you don't ask me for things in return for you kindness. I feel like I can't think most days, but suddenly I can think like a genius whenever you are close to me. (Y/n), I like you. I really like you. No, I love you, and I was just wondering if there was a way you could possibly love me too?"

There was a moment of silence as the surprised Human stared at him and he felt his heart racing in his chest. Only in that quiet did he possibly think that maybe the Human didn't feel the same way for him as he felt for them and that idea made his heart constrict. He was almost ready to nervously shout that it was all some joke before they smiled at him, pulling him close to press their lips against his.

The moment their lips touched, the other students in the dorm began to cheer, but it all fell on deaf ears. Kalim couldn't believe it. He was actually kissing them! They were so soft and gentle against his lips, he couldn't help but excitedly pull them closer as his Genie tail wound around them to hold them against his chest.

"Of course I love you, Kalim. How could I not?"

The Genie let out a loud cheering whoop which was echoed in kind by the others around him as the Party began in earnest, the Genie never leaving the side of the Human he adored. Even as the Naga glared from the sidelines, feeling maligned and ignored in the height of it all, it did mean that the Human would stay close, and perhaps he could worm his way into their heart the same way Kalim had.

He just needed to bide his time and let the chips fall where they may before he made his move.

~~~~~~~~

Vil Schoenheit:

Another day done, another meaningless photo shoot. As per usual, the great Vil Schoenheit looked amazing on the cameras and off of them, yet he found himself missing a key piece to his the event. No matter how many photos he took or how he posed, he never seemed to have that same spark as he did when his beloved (Y/n) was taking photos with him.

Something about the way they fit in his arms and melted into his hold had the Harpy yearning for their touch and their ever affectionate smile they gifted him that always seemed to be able to make him breathless. He could feel the way his tail ruffled and moved when he thought of them, just wanting to display and dance for the Human that he wholeheartedly adored. What he wouldn't give to have them by his side and hold onto him the way he longed to hold onto them.

Even as his manager spoke with the photographers and parsed out more deals and photoshoots to be had, he found himself not interested in the simplicity of their conversations. Not even the modeling contracts he had held the same interest they once did before he met the Human he had fallen so hard for. Countless others swooned and praised his name, longing for just a moment of his time or attention, yet his heart was set on the one who never seemed to seek him out.

"Roi du Poison!"

The familiar name his boon companion used for him drew the contemplative Harpy out of his thoughts, his purple eyes flicking over to see what it was the eccentric Drider needed from him. The moment he saw the Drider everything else seemed to fall away, as that soft and lovely Human was approaching with him. Naturally, the photographers seemed to notice the profound change in the typically icy model as he warmed and a smile took over his smooth expression.

This was no demure smile, mind you. The smile that pulled at Vil's lips was one of genuine affection and joy as he turned to fully face his two favorite companions. Several photographers paused their disassembly, even choosing to put the cameras back in place just in the rare case that they were going to see something amazing take place.

The Human paid no mind to the cameras or to those who were watching curiously and instead chose to approach the smiling Harpy with and equally excited smile.

"(Y/n), to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

"Just wanted to stop by and see you! Rook said you would have a moment after you photoshoot and I wanted to know if you wanted to come over to Ramshackle for a quick bite to eat before your next activity?"

"I would love to."

"Really?"

"Of course. Why would I refuse such an invitation?"

"Well, I was just worried you might be too busy since you always seem to have so much to do..."

The almost shy behavior of the Human warmed Vil's chest as he felt his tail once again stirring to display itself for the sweet Human he adored. Perhaps, with the better lighting and the relaxed atmosphere, his tail would have a greater impact on them than it had in the past when he fist chose to display for them. As they rambled off about how busy Vil always seemed to be, he caught their hand, quieting them quickly.

"(Y/n), do you know what it means when a Peacock Harpy displays their tail for someone?"

"Rook said it means that the Harpy is interested that person and wants to be their mate."

Vil smiled at this, his tail and crest feathers rising up to a full display, the light catching the many colors as his wings extended out to either side of his body. Each feather moved and seemed to create the illusion of dancing as the Harpy circled the Human, parading his feathers for them to behold in his own dazzling display of affection. The Human seemed surprised by this sudden show of affection, but they also seemed to take it in stride as they caught the dancing Harpy in a tight hold, surprising him slightly.

"So, does this mean what I think it means?"

"What do you think it means?"

Instead of answering the Harpy's question, the Human pulled him into a quick kiss, locking their lips with his own. He almost broke the kiss to yell at the nosy photographers as he heard the many sounds of cameras clicking, capturing the moment on film. Rook was actually the one to begin admonishing the photographers for Vil as the Harpy broke the kiss, resting his forehead against that of the sweet Human he adored.

"It means I love you, (Y/n). Judging from your response, you love me too."

"How could I not? You're amazing and absolutely beautiful, Vil."

~~~~~~~~

Idia Shroud:

"Idi-nii."

Another win down, another win to go. Idia was on a hot streak and there was no way he was going to slow down for anyone. If he kept this up, he would be able to get drops for all the gear he needed to complete his set. He might even be able to get gear for his secondary character that ran DPS.

"Idi-nii!"

"What?"

The insistent voice of his little sibling drew the Shinigami out of his trance, moving one headphone off of his ear so he could turn to look at his exasperated little brother. He was about to complain at Ortho that he was busy and interrupting his streak would throw off his game when he noticed the littler Shinigami was not alone. Standing next to the technomantic Shinigami was a familiar Human that made Idia's heart skip a beat and made him turn away from the game, his streak quickly forgotten.

"Did you forget (Y/n) was coming over to play games with us?"

"... Maybe?"

"Idi-nii..."

Otho was clearly frustrated with the behavior of his older brother, but the Human was not put off by the forgetful behavior of the older Shinigami. Instead, they chuckled softly in response to his nervous statement and it made him smile. Usually he thought others were laughing at him whenever someone chuckled around him, but he couldn't help feeling that the Human was actually fond of him.

Most avoided the awkward older Shinigami who kept to himself, but the Human had made it their mission to actually befriend him however possible. Even as he smiled back at them, he could feel the way his hair changed from the consistent blue to a gentle magenta. Unfortunately, the Human seemed to notice this as well.

"Hey, Hellkitty."

"Hello to you too, Gloomurai. You ready to play some games with me and Ortho?"

"Yeah, just let me log off of this and I can get a game started up for us."

"Okay. Quick question, though."

"What's up?"

"Why does your hair change color whenever you see me?"

This actually threw Idia off as he began to stutter, stumbling over his words to try and come up with a reasonable lie to throw off his true feelings for the Human. He didn't think he was ready to confess that to them, or to anyone really, and he was worried that there was no way the Human would possibly love such a weirdo back. He had to think of something quickly.

"Well, you see- you see it means- I- I mean it- it is because-"

"It's because Idi-nii loves you, (Y/n)."

Idia could practically feel himself blue-screen as Ortho easily said the words he struggled to find and he felt the sting of betrayal deep in his chest. How could Ortho, his trusted brother, do this to him? To voice his feelings just like that for the Human to deny or even be repulsed by? He didn't know if he would be able to forgive-

"Oh, is that all? Well, good thing I love him too, or this would be really awkward."

"... Huh?"

"I said, 'good thing I love him too', you silly Shinigami."

"L-LOVE?? You love me?? Really? But why? I'm just a freak with flaming hair who-"

Idia was cut off mid rambling by the sudden feeling of lips against his own and his entire brain seemed to shut down completely. His hair burned a deep magenta as he rest his hands over their shoulders and pulled them deeper into his affection, his long limbs wrapping around them to hold them close. He could faintly register the bright glow of his hair as the magenta color reflected off of their skin, giving them that same bright glow.

"I love you, Gloomurai. I don't care if you think you are weird, I adore you in all of you awkward glory."

"W-Weeheehehe~!"

~~~~~~~~

Malleus Draconia:

The evening was a lovely one, not too cold and not too balmy either. Somewhere in between with a warm breeze that seemed to soothe the turbulent soul and a soft caress of an affectionate lover. It was the prefect kind of evening to allow the pair to walk mostly undisturbed across the campus.

As a Nocturnal Dragon Fae, Malleus was more at peace in the evening than he was during the daytime, allowing him to let down in guard under the cover of night. Even as the Human walked by his side, he knew they were happy and protected in the cover of darkness. All felt right with the world, so long as he had his Human by his side.

Overhead, the stars glimmered and shined like the very cosmos were rejoicing in the peaceful moment shared between two souls. It didn't matter how the shadows clawed for attention, not a moment would be spared spent focusing on anything other than the Human that held to Dragon's arm. He would ensure they were protected and nothing else truly seemed to matter to him as the two walked together.

The Dragon had a reason to spend this auspicious evening by the side of his Beloved and he was ready to lay his heart out for them, if only for a few more seconds of their treasured time. Of all the gifts that they had given him- from his quirky nickname to the simple moment spent enjoying one another's company- he had yet to give them something that could compare to the joy they had given him. He planned to correct that oversight with his own heart offered up to them to keep.

"It's a beautiful evening."

They commented off handedly, keeping their voice low to not disturb the peace that had settled over the usually lively campus they wandered. It was certainly lovely, but nowhere near as breathtaking as the Human he held in his embrace.

"Yes. Very lovely."

"Did you want to just have a nice walk, or was there something else that you wanted to talk about tonight? You even told Lilia he couldn't come, so I'm guessing you have something in mind?"

Ever the observant one, (Y/n) always seemed to know when there were thoughts plaguing the Dragon even before others did. It was that observative behavior and quick understanding of him that Malleus valued above all others. So few could read the Dragon half as well as his beloved Human could, and he knew he could never let the crown jewel of his Hoard escape his embrace.

He needed to let them know how he felt about them.

As he paused by their side, they were quick to turn their curious gaze to him, looking up with their head cocked to one side in an ever endearing way that made his heart swell in his chest. To think, the precious short lived creature had managed to entangle the heart of the lonesome Dragon with such adeptness he didn't even realize how hard he fell until his own emotions seemed to slap him across the face.

"(Y/n), I've been meaning to talk to you about something. Something that is very important to me."

"What is it, Tsuno?"

He paused and relished the feeling of his beloved so close to his chest and so warm against his own naturally cold body. They seemed to fit perfectly in his hold and he couldn't stop himself from pulling them closer, chuckling as they gasped ever so softly.

"I find myself thinking of you whenever we are apart. Longing to hold you, to taste your lips, to embrace your body and soul with my own. I have never felt such a rush from anyone other than you, and it kills me to think of anyone getting to hold you the way I long to."

"Malleus..."

"(Y/n), Dragons love deeply and fiercely. I don't want to consume you in the flames of my passion if that is not what you want of me. I love you (Y/n) (L/n). I would burn the world to ash if you only asked it of me and I would embrace you in the ruins of the burning land around us for the mere pittance of your smile. If you don't want this... if you don't want me-"

The Dragon was cut off as his head was pulled down into a passionate kiss, feeling his chest swell with adoration for the gentle and fragile soul he held in his arms. There as no more need for words to be said, the action speaking far louder than any sweet nothing that could be whispered into the night. Such adoration made his heart ache in affection as he embraced the love of his life, knowing they willingly embraced him in return.

He could live thousands of years with no one other than (Y/n) as his company, and they would be the happiest years of his life. All he needed was his love by his side and the gentle embrace of their affection to fill his heart.

He would never let them go.

[nakylvr]

megan x tmasc reader smut but reader has a tdick?

as someone who doesn't have much bottom dysphoria this is how i went about this req. please do not read if it makes you uncomfortable 🫡.

and a reminder, any transphobia on this blog will get you blocked immediately. if you don't like it, don't read. don't harass me over it.

FADING INTO YOU

warnings/tags: language, nsfw content, established relationship, transmasc!reader, service top!megan, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving)

minors dni

laying on the bed in your room, you're scrolling through instagram on your phone with megan laying beside you, some show playing on the tv quietly while you both sit in a comfortable silence. her head rests on your shoulder as she looks at the tv, not really paying attention to what was actually playing though. she shifts lightly, lifting her head from your shoulder to look at you.

"yn?" she says softly.

looking away from your phone, you glance over at her. "yeah?"

"can i ask you something?" she asks hesitantly.

you put your phone down to give her your full attention, nodding your head. "yeah, what's up?" you can hear the hesitation in her voice and it makes you slightly worried.

"would you let me...try and make you feel good?" her voice is quiet, her hand resting on your chest as she sits up slightly.

"what?" you let out, eyes widening slightly. you swore you felt your heart stop for a second, not believing the words coming from her mouth. "you mean– i don't– i don't know, meg. i've never really–"

"please?" megan interrupts. "don't lie and say you don't try and relieve yourself when i'm not around, i've heard you before. please let me try? you can just tell me what you want me to do."

your face heats up at her words, your mouth feeling dry as you try to respond. "i mean..." seeing the expression on her face tells you that she's serious, and genuinely wanting to help you out. you slowly nod your head, "yeah, yeah, okay."

megan's face lights up when you answer, her hand cradling your face as she kisses you deeply. she moves so she's straddling you, your hands instantly going to her waist as the kiss that starts out slow changes. her lips move fast against yours, teeth biting gently at your bottom lip as you feel her hands trail down your chest, nails scratching slightly leaving you sighing into the kiss. she pushes her tongue inside your mouth, a quiet groan coming from you at the action, closing your eyes.

pulling away to breathe, megan looks down at you, smiling at the flushed expression on your face. "what do you want me to do, baby?" she asks softly.

your breathing is already irregular, your heart beating out of your chest as you try to form a answer. "i-i don't know," you reply, your voice shaking slightly. "anything, please. i trust you."

"okay," she nods, a warm smile on her face at your response. both at how flustered you were already and the fact that you trust her enough to do this. "don't worry, baby. i'll make sure you feel good," she murmurs, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

her fingers hook around the band of your sweatpants, looking at you to see any signs that you want to stop, before slowly pulling them down along with your boxers. your legs instinctively try to close, but she's quick to grab them and keep them open. she situates herself between your legs, lying on her stomach as her hands rest on your thighs.

"are you okay?" megan asks, looking up at you while her fingers draw little circles on your skin.

"y-yeah," you answer with a nod. "just nervous," you admit quietly, almost embarrassed.

"i know," megan says. "but, you trust me, right?"

"yes," you nod again.

"then just let me help you, okay?" she presses a few soft kisses on your thigh.

"okay."

pulling your legs further apart, megan starts leaving kisses up your thighs, occasionally biting down to leave a mark a few times. when her eyes finally meet with your center, she has to fight from the gasp in her throat from coming out as she sees your hardened tdick. you've told her about it before, but she's yet to actually see it in the moment when you would usually keep your boxers on while being intimate with her.

inching closer, she hesitantly gives a little kitten lick on it, causing you to gasp sharply, your hips bucking up. her hands grip your thighs a little tighter, keeping you from moving as she wraps her lips around it, sucking on it gently. a loud moan comes from you the second she starts sucking, your hand reaching for her hair to grab ahold of.

"f-fuck! oh my– oh my god!" you moan out, your fingers tangling in her hair.

megan looks up at you from her position, taking your reactions as good ones which has her starting to suck on it a little harder, her tongue experimentally licking up your folds, moaning into you at the taste of your slick. and judging by the way you moaned loudly, she figured she was starting off alright. her tongue swirls around your tdick, flicking over it a couple times feeling your hips jerk upward at the feeling.

"mngh, fuck!" you gasp, your eyes squeezing shut with your head falling back on the pillows. "m-more— shit!— please, please, baby."

hearing your words, one of megan's hands moves from your hip down between your thighs, her fingers dragging up and down your slick folds collecting the wetness before slowly slipping a finger in you. her eyes bore into you as your back arches off the bed from the intrusion, a little whine leaving your mouth while you squirm under her. she starts pumping her finger in and out of you at a slow speed, feeling how tight you were around her and not wanting to overwhelm or hurt you.

"oh my god!" you whine at the feeling, your voice cracking a bit. your fingers tangle in her hair, tugging on it gently at the immense amount of pleasure you were feeling.

carefully, megan pushes in another finger, feeling your walls clench around her tighter as more slick leaked from you, dripping down her palm and wrist as she slowly started to speed up. removing her mouth from you with a quiet pop, she looks up at you with big eyes. "does it feel good, baby?" she says, needing the validation that she was doing good.

"uh-huh!" you whine while nodding quickly. "s-so good— you're doing so g-good— fuck!" you gasp when she curls her fingers experimentally. "right there, right— oh my god!" your eyes roll to the back of your head when megan realizes and purposefully starts trying to hit the special spot inside of you, her long fingers reaching places you couldn't nearly reach whenever you tried to. you can feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter, your breathing getting heavier with loud moans falling from your lips without any care. "mmnh i'm close, shit!"

a smile curls on megan's lips as she watches the sight in front of her. seeing you like this has her feeling a way that she didn't know how to control. she wanted to see you like this more. nothing but a babbling, whining, mess as you roll your hips against her hand with squelching noises echoing in the room. "you're doing so good for me, baby," she says sweetly, pressing kisses on your thigh. "go on and cum for me."

with one last curl of her fingers, you let out a long whine as your orgasm comes crashing over you, your legs shaking as you cum on her fingers. you breathe heavily with your eyes still closed, a quiet whimper coming from you as megan pulls her fingers out of you, feeling her gaze on you which makes your face heat up.

moving up your body, megan's hand cups your jaw, making you open your eyes and look at her with a fucked out expression on your face, exhaustion evident in your eyes. "you did so good, baby." she smiles at you, her thumb drawing small circles. "thank you for letting me help you."

"mm," you hum, nodding. "can we do that again soon, maybe?" you ask quietly.

"of course." she nods, her smile growing. "all you have to do is ask."

[theotherrookie]

"Yeah, he is." Erica replied. Smokey let out a small mew as he was petted again. He definitely knew how to be overly dramatic as he rolled on his back. Oh, how difficult it was to be a kitten.

"Lucien probably went through him like a supermarket flyer by now." Rook said, motioning dismissively with her hand, "Let's hope they find out something useful between all the screams."

Ratchet was awful and would rightfully get punched in the face as soon as she had the chance, but dragging this on was starting to affect them as well and they shouldn't ignore that.

"Yep, it's hard to be mean when it isn't your thing. But at least those guys will be gone for a while, you can chill for a bit." Erica said, before she scooped up Smokey and brought him over to Russell, "Here, hold Smokey for me for a bit."

Hopefully, a fuzzy ghost kitten could make up for Lucien's absence at the moment.

"Yes, let's have some manners." Rook replied, "It'll be useful later, especially if we want to get the ice guy to figure out that he sided with an asshole. I don't think showing him Lucien's picture, or remind him to mind his fucking snowballs, is going to cut it if he sees Ratchet got his brain turned to mush."

If Frosty actually believed in what he was doing, but didn't share Five's methods, the ideal solution would be to show him that they weren't a threat at all instead. Otherwise, there was a good chance they would see him sign up with a different group of hunters soon enough.

"It's funny that you're saying this with your sword right there." Erica pointed.

"It needs cleaning." Rook replied, "In any case, we should assume that Crosshair is still around. She might give up, but she might try to take at least a couple of us down before that. We'll have to have a look around the area to figure out from which way it's safer to approach."

"I could probably take some of us there through the shadows. We can figure out where she's hiding without being seen and how to get inside." Erica offered.

"I heard she was coming." Willow explained. That was all she was going to say on the matter with Ratchet around. Not that there was a chance he'd be paying attention while he was screaming like they were skinning him alive.

She held Ratchet in place with her hand while he kept trying to shake the spider off his leg. It was really unfair to the little shadowy creature. So she knelt down and gently scooped it up.

Lucien didn't seem too enthusiastic about her attempts at petting the spider though. "Willow, please."

"You shall be nice to the void." The spider was placed on Ratchet's head. "What a stylish hat. Now, where were we?"

"Oh, Smokey's just jealous of the fact I can make shadow cats." Erica explained, "Even if they could never take his place."

Perhaps both of them still needed some time to get used to her new powers. A few pats should be enough to make up.

"I wasn't sure if it would have worked, but I figured a big spider would bother most people." she added with a shrug, "But that was tough. Somebody get Russell a snack."

"That's the least. But stupid people require modern solutions." Rook leaned back a bit, before summoning her sword, "So, I guess we all more or less agree. How are we going to go about this?"

"No killing!"

"That goes without saying. But that means we've got to do something with these guys. We can’t hire them, or shove them all in a room so we can test our haunted house routine forever. We should consider what happens after we trample Five before jumping into this."

[woozinhos]

(politely but loudly because i'm excited) HI MOLLIE CAN YOU WRITE ARGUMENT AND YELLED CONFESSION IN THE RAIN WITH DK

Notes: I GOT CHU BOO ENJOY THE ARGUEMENTTTT HEHE

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You and Dokyeom were walking together in the rain, arguing about something you couldn't even remember. The sky was gray and gloomy, matching the tension between the two of you.

"You never listen to me!" Dokyeom exclaimed, his voice raised in frustration. "I've been trying to tell you this for weeks and you just ignore me!" You rolled your eyes, feeling your own irritation growing. "Oh, so now it's my fault that you can't communicate properly?" you shot back. "You always assume I know what you're thinking without you saying anything!" The rain was pouring down harder now, soaking you both to the bone. Dokyeom's face was twisted in anger, his hair plastered to his forehead.

"You know what? Maybe I wouldn't have to assume if you actually paid attention to me for once!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the empty streets. You stopped walking, turning to face him fully. "Are you serious right now?" you snapped, your own temper flaring up. "I pay attention to you all the time! I just don't always agree with you!" Dokyeom took a step closer to you, his chest heaving with anger. "Well, maybe if you agreed with me more often, we wouldn't be having this argument in the first place!" he retorted. The rain was pouring down even harder now, but neither of you seemed to notice. You were both too wrapped up in your argument to care about anything else.

"You're impossible to deal with sometimes!" you shouted, throwing your hands up in frustration. "You always have to be right, don't you?" Dokyeom let out a frustrated growl, running a hand through his wet hair. "I'm not trying to be impossible, I'm just trying to get you to understand my point of view!" he yelled back. He took another step closer, his eyes flashing with anger. "But you never do! You're too stubborn to listen to anyone but yourself!" You glared at him, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. The rain was pouring down so hard now that it was starting to hurt, but neither of you showed any signs of stopping.

"I'm stubborn? You're the one who can't admit when you're wrong!" you shouted, your voice rising above the sound of the rain. Dokyeom clenched his fists, his jaw tight with anger. "I'm not the one who can't have a simple conversation without turning it into a fight!" he yelled back. He was standing so close to you now that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. The rain was running down his face, mixing with the anger in his eyes.

"You always twist my words and turn everything into a problem!" he continued, his voice lowering slightly but still filled with intensity. "It's like you want to argue just for the sake of arguing!" You turned and started walking away from Dokyeom, your anger fueling your steps. He watched you go for a moment, his chest still heaving with emotion.

"Where are you going?" he called out after you, his voice softer now but still laced with irritation. You didn't answer, just kept walking. The rain was starting to ease up a bit, but the tension between the two of you remained thick in the air. Dokyeom hesitated for a moment, torn between chasing after you and letting you go. But then he made up his mind and started walking after you, his long strides quickly catching up to yours.

"Wait!" Dokyeom shouted, his hand closing around your arm and pulling you to a stop. He spun you around to face him, his eyes locking onto yours with a fierce intensity. The rain had slowed to a drizzle, the sound of it falling softly around you.

"Y/N, wait," he said again, his voice softer now but still firm. "I need to say something." You looked up at him, your anger fading slightly as you saw the look on his face. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

"What is it?" you asked, your voice quieter now. Dokyeom took a deep breath, his grip on your arm tightening slightly. "I need to tell you something," he said, his gaze never leaving yours. "Something I've been holding in for a long time." Your heart skipped a beat as you realized what he was about to say. You couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation mixed with a hint of nervousness.

"What is it?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. Dokyeom took another deep breath, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find the right words. "I... I love you," he said finally, his voice shaking slightly.

The rain suddenly picked up again, pouring down around you in sheets. The sudden downpour seemed to match the intensity of the moment, adding to the drama of Dokyeom's confession. You stood there, frozen in shock, as the rain soaked through your clothes and plastered your hair to your face. Dokyeom's words hung in the air between you, waiting for a response. He didn't move, his eyes locked onto yours with a mixture of hope and vulnerability. He was completely drenched, his clothes clinging to his body as he waited for you to say something, anything.

"I've loved you for so long," Dokyeom continued, his voice rising above the sound of the rain. "I didn't know how to tell you, and I was scared that you wouldn't feel the same way. But I can't keep it inside anymore. I need you to know how I feel." He took a step closer to you, his eyes burning with emotion. "You mean everything to me, Y/N. You're the most important person in my life, and I can't imagine being without you."

"I can't lose you," Dokyeom said, his voice cracking slightly. "You're the one person who makes me feel alive, who challenges me and pushes me to be better. I need you in my life, more than anything." He reached out and gently cupped your face in his hands, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. The rain was coming down harder now, but you barely noticed as you stared up at him, your heart racing in your chest. Dokyeom's lips crashed onto yours in a passionate kiss, his hands moving to the back of your head to pull you closer. The rain poured down around you, making the moment feel even more intense and electric. He kissed you with a hunger and desperation that left you breathless, his body pressed against yours as he poured all of his love and longing into the kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, conveying everything he had been holding back for so long.

You kissed him back with equal fervor, your hands clutching at his drenched shirt as you lost yourself in the moment. The rain continued to pour down around you, soaking you both to the bone, but you didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of Dokyeom's lips on yours and the overwhelming emotions that swirled between you. After what felt like an eternity, Dokyeom finally broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as he tried to catch his breath. His chest was heaving and his eyes were filled with a mix of relief and desire.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice ragged with emotion. "I love you so much, Y/N. Please tell me you feel the same way." He searched your eyes, waiting for your response with bated breath. The rain had slowed to a light drizzle again, the only sound besides the rapid beating of your hearts. You looked up at him, your heart swelling with a mixture of love and joy. "I love you too," you whispered back, your voice shaking slightly. "I have for a long time, I just didn't know how to tell you."

Dokyeom's face lit up with a radiant smile, and he let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god," he breathed, pulling you into a tight embrace. "I was so scared that I had ruined everything between us." He held you close, burying his face in your hair as he breathed in the scent of rain and your shampoo. You both pulled away from the embrace, laughing at the sight of yourselves. You were both soaked to the bone, your clothes clinging to your bodies and your hair plastered to your faces.

"We look like drowned rats," Dokyeom chuckled, running a hand through his wet hair. You giggled and nodded in agreement, trying to smooth down your hair but failing miserably. "Yeah, we do," you said, still laughing. "But it was worth it."

Dokyeom smiled at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I can't believe we just confessed to each other in the middle of a rainstorm," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. You laughed again, feeling a warmth spreading through your chest despite the chill of the rain. "I can't believe it either," you replied. "But I'm glad we did." He took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together. "Me too," he said softly, looking down at you with a tender expression. "I'm glad we finally got everything out in the open."

[saebyeokbliss]

JUST MEET ME AT THE APT.— K. SAE-BYEOK

CHAPTER ELEVEN

synopsis: managing a rising rock band is already chaotic enough, but when you're stuck touring with four reckless musicians, things get even messier. between late-night facetime calls, teasing that feels a little too knowing, and a certain guitarist who might just be your biggest problem, keeping things professional is getting harder by the second. but hey, no one said the music industry was easy.

warnings: mutual pining, intense eye contact, teasing that borders on flirting (or maybe it is flirting), friends who refuse to mind their business, secondhand embarrassment, slow burn that burns, emotional whiplash

playlist: spotify

You were going to throw up.

Not in the cute, haha-I’m-nervous-but-still-functional way, but in the actual way where your stomach was twisting and turning like it was personally offended by your existence.

Because this wasn’t just any event.

This was the Grammys.

The biggest night in music. The night where HOT DIVISION—your band—was nominated for two awards. The night where the entire world would be watching them.

And, more importantly, the night where you were responsible for making sure everything went smoothly.

Which meant no wardrobe malfunctions, no missed cues, no PR disasters—just a flawless, effortless evening where everything went according to plan.

No pressure.

The limo ride to the venue was filled with a mix of excitement and chaos. Ji-Yeong was buzzing, practically bouncing in her seat as she scrolled through Twitter, reading fan reactions in real time. Se-Mi was dramatically practicing her “Oh my god, we won? I had no idea!” face in the mirror. No-Eul was—well, No-Eul, calm and composed, quietly observing the madness.

And Sae-Byeok?

She was sitting silently beside the window, arms crossed, her jaw set in that unreadable way that meant she was thinking too much.

You, on the other hand, were gripping your phone with a death grip, mentally running through your checklist for the hundredth time, trying not to spiral.

Okay. Arrive at the carpet. Do the interviews. Smile. Keep them moving. Don’t let Ji-Yeong say anything that will get her canceled. Check their places for the ceremony. Manage post-show plans. Keep them out of trouble. Oh god, this is a disaster waiting to happen—

A gentle squeeze on your hand pulled you out of your thoughts.

You blinked, looking down to see No-Eul’s fingers wrapped around yours.

It wasn’t obvious—wasn’t dramatic or attention-grabbing. Just a quiet, steady warmth, grounding you.

“You’re doing fine,” she murmured, her voice low enough that only you could hear.

You swallowed, suddenly aware of how tightly you had been holding onto your phone, your shoulders hunched with tension.

No-Eul gave your hand another squeeze.

“Breathe,” she said simply.

And somehow, you did.

Sae-Byeok saw the whole thing.

She had been sitting across from you, watching the way your fingers trembled slightly, the way your breathing had gone shallow. She had felt the nervous energy rolling off of you, had wanted to say something—do something.

But before she could, No-Eul had beaten her to it.

And now, Sae-Byeok was watching you relax under her touch, watching the way you leaned into her comfort, watching the way No-Eul was able to calm you down in a way she hadn’t.

And it pissed her off.

Not at No-Eul.

Not really.

But at herself—for hesitating. For sitting there, watching instead of acting.

She clenched her jaw, looking away, forcing herself to ignore the uncomfortable twist in her stomach.

This wasn’t the time.

The limo pulled up to the venue, and suddenly, it was real.

The red carpet stretched ahead, cameras flashing, reporters lined up, calling out names. Fans were screaming, banners waving in the air, the energy electric.

And then the door opened.

Ji-Yeong stepped out first, exuding effortless confidence in a stunning baby pink gown—soft, elegant, the fitted bodice flowing into a delicate train behind her. She looked like a princess who could either charm you or absolutely destroy you, depending on her mood.

Se-Mi followed, dressed in a sleek black suit with a deep red pocket square, her hair styled in effortless waves, looking every bit the rockstar she was.

No-Eul stepped out next, wearing a similar black suit, but with a silver chain accenting her waist, her look sharp and refined, effortlessly cool.

Then Sae-Byeok.

And god—if looks could kill.

Her suit was jet black, tailored to perfection, the crisp lines making her look absolutely lethal. Unlike No-Eul’s refined style, Sae-Byeok’s was dangerously effortless—like she had barely tried, and yet, somehow, she looked like the most powerful person in the room. A single silver ring adorned her finger, a thin chain peeking from beneath her shirt collar.

And then there was you.

You stepped out last, the moment slow, almost surreal.

Your dress—deep wine red, shimmering subtly under the lights with tiny jewels woven into the fabric—hugged your figure perfectly. It was elegant without being overwhelming, a statement without trying too hard.

And on your feet?

The heels No-Eul had bought for you.

The second you stepped out, the cameras focused on you—flashes going off, murmurs passing through the crowd.

You weren’t the celebrity.

But standing next to them, you looked like one.

Sae-Byeok’s jaw tightened.

Because now, it wasn’t just No-Eul who had noticed you.

It was everyone.

And she hated that she wasn’t the one standing next to you.

The energy in the Grammy arena was electric.

You sat sandwiched between Se-Mi and No-Eul at your table, your heart still racing from the red carpet frenzy. The girls had handled the interviews like pros—Ji-Yeong had been her usual chaotic self, Se-Mi had flirted with at least three different reporters, No-Eul had stayed effortlessly cool, and Sae-Byeok had been… quiet. Focused.

You weren’t sure why.

Now, settled into your seats, you tried to relax as the ceremony unfolded around you.

Tried being the key word.

Because holy shit, they were nominated for two Grammys.

And the nerves were absolutely killing you.

“Relax, sweetheart,” Se-Mi murmured, nudging you playfully. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

You exhaled sharply, gripping the stem of your champagne glass. “I might.”

Ji-Yeong, who had been casually fixing her lip gloss in the reflection of her spoon, grinned. “Well, if you do, at least make sure to do it dramatically. Give the cameras something to talk about.”

No-Eul rolled her eyes, but there was warmth there. “You’re worse than the reporters.”

The show continued, performances lighting up the stage—Olivia Rodrigo’s haunting vocals, SZA’s effortlessly stunning set, a rock tribute that had Se-Mi absolutely losing her mind.

And then—

Then it was time.

The first award.

“And the Grammy for Best Rock Album goes to…”

The presenter—a legendary rock artist whose posters had once covered Se-Mi’s childhood bedroom walls—paused, tearing open the envelope with a smirk.

“HOT DIVISION, ROCKSTAR!

For a second, there was silence.

As if none of you had actually processed it.

Then—

Ji-Yeong shrieked, grabbing Se-Mi’s arm in a death grip. No-Eul let out a rare, genuine laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. Sae-Byeok exhaled sharply, a small but unmistakable smile breaking through.

And you?

You felt everything all at once.

Pride. Relief. Overwhelming joy.

They did it.

They hugged each other, still half in shock, before making their way up to the stage.

You stayed at the table, watching them from below, your chest aching in the best way possible.

Ji-Yeong, of course, grabbed the mic first. “Holy shit—wait, can I say that? No? Whatever—holy crap, we just won a Grammy.”

The audience laughed.

Se-Mi took over, grinning. “This is insane. We started as four idiots playing in garages, and now we’re here. Thank you to everyone who believed in us.”

No-Eul spoke next, her voice steady, sincere. “This album was everything to us. To our fans—this is yours as much as it is ours.”

And then—

Sae-Byeok stepped forward.

She wasn’t one for long speeches. Usually, she let the others take the spotlight.

But this time—

This time, her eyes searched the crowd.

And found you.

“This award means everything,” she started, her voice softer than usual—but firm. Sure. “But there’s someone who isn’t up here with us who deserves just as much recognition.”

Your breath caught.

Sae-Byeok’s gaze didn’t waver.

“Our manager. Our best friend. The person who’s been with us since the beginning, making sure we didn’t completely ruin our own careers.”

Laughter rippled through the audience, but you couldn’t move.

Couldn’t breathe.

“She’s the reason we’re here,” Sae-Byeok continued. “The reason this album even happened the way it did. She’s the one who picks us up when we fall, who believes in us even when we don’t believe in ourselves. And she never asks for credit.”

She exhaled, gripping the mic a little tighter.

“So this is for her.”

You felt your eyes sting.

“She might not be on this stage,” Sae-Byeok said, a small, almost-smirk tugging at her lips. “But she’s just as much a part of this band as the rest of us.”

The applause was deafening.

And you—

You had never felt more seen.

You could see a camera pan toward you and you waved, holding back tears with a smile. They weren't tears of pain; just pure tears of joy for your girls.

You were still reeling.

Still trying to process the fact that Sae-Byeok had just dedicated a Grammy to you in front of the entire world.

Your heart hadn’t slowed down since she stepped off that stage, her words still echoing in your head. Your best friend. The reason we’re here. Just as much a part of this band as the rest of us.

You weren’t going to cry.

You refused to cry.

But when Sae-Byeok sat back down next to you, her knee brushing against yours, her gaze flickering toward you as if to check if you were okay—yeah, you almost lost it.

Instead, you swallowed the lump in your throat, forced out a small, shaky laugh, and muttered, “That was—um. That was a lot.”

Sae-Byeok smirked, her voice low, just for you. “You deserved it.”

And that was definitely not helping your whole don’t cry on national television thing.

Before you could respond, the next award category popped up on the screen, and suddenly—holy shit—it was happening again.

The presenter smiled, glancing down at the envelope in her hands.

“And the Grammy for Best Rock Performance goes to…”

A pause. The dramatic build-up.

You gripped the edge of the table, heart pounding.

“HOT DIVISION, ROCKSTAR!”

For a full second—absolute chaos.

Ji-Yeong screamed so loudly that Se-Mi actually jumped, knocking over her champagne glass. No-Eul blinked in shock before breaking into a rare, wide grin. Sae-Byeok exhaled, shaking her head like she couldn’t believe it.

And you?

You just sat there, hands covering your mouth, watching them win again.

Two Grammys. In one night.

Your girls.

Your band.

They pulled you into a tight group hug before rushing back onto the stage, still half in disbelief.

Ji-Yeong, ever the chaotic menace, grabbed the mic first. “Okay, now we’re freaking out.”

Laughter rippled through the crowd as Se-Mi practically bounced next to her. “I don’t even know what to say—holy shit—”

“Language,” No-Eul muttered, but she was smiling.

Sae-Byeok took a step forward, shaking her head slightly as she looked out at the audience. “This song…” She paused, looking back at the girls. “This song was everything to us. It wasn’t just about making music—it was about proving to ourselves that we belonged here.”

The audience quieted, hanging onto her words.

“And now, standing here, holding this—” She lifted the Grammy slightly. “—it still doesn’t feel real.”

Se-Mi leaned into the mic. “But it is, babe.”

More laughter. More applause.

Then, before they ended their speech, Ji-Yeong grinned mischievously. “Oh, and one more thing—” She turned toward you, still seated at the table, eyes wide. “Our manager? Our favorite person in the world? She’s two-for-two tonight.”

Se-Mi nudged the mic closer. “Which means she officially has to party with us after this.”

No-Eul smirked. “No excuses.”

Sae-Byeok, standing slightly behind them, simply met your gaze.

And for a moment—just a moment—everything else disappeared.

No cameras. No flashing lights. No roaring applause.

Just her.

And the silent, knowing look that said, We did it.

We did it together.

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[utilitycaster]

while reading sone c3 meta i realized c3 defenders are as incurious about the world as bells hells. not to say read/watch the lore but they could do some research. the biggest thing rightniw is the calamity is a family scabble on exandria but i never see them acknowledging why the gods are fighting. or that the gods always chose each other which is so wrong. calamity is because the gods dont chose each other, they chose mortals. the entire fight is to save mortals and at the end they saved 1/3 of mortals vs the total wipeout that could have happened. im reminded that in a world with living gods bells hells didnt even know their names or what they were like. i can see why this party resonates with the incurios.

So on the one hand I would say that the Prime vs. Betrayer fight is complicated, because the motivations that lead to it are them torn between what they want and their refusal leave or kill each other. The Schism happens because the Betrayers want to leave, but won't leave without the Primes, and the Primes don't want to leave and want to help mortals against the titans. The Calamity happens at least in part because the Betrayers want to kill the mortals, which in turn is at least in part motivated by the fact that they see the mortals as coming between them and the Primes. The Primes meanwhile do want to prevent the Betrayers from killing the mortals, and as we've seen, make an effort to spare noncombatant mortals (an effort which in Divergence largely succeeds, and Downfall fails), but are unwilling to kill the Betrayers and instead seal them both times.

However, the larger point, both that Bells Hells are exceptionally ignorant of religious knowledge and history in Exandria and make little effort to rectify this or even acknowledge that they don't know much, and that many of their loudest fans are incurious as well, is true. The thing that actually strikes me is that, given that of the Predathos options that did not involve either a simple defeat of those trying to unleash it or a simple unleashing and destruction of the gods, both involved the Luxon, there was a profound not just lack of curiosity, but dismissiveness of Ashton learning about the beacon earlier in the campaign by their alleged fans. Whether or not you liked it, the potion of possibility and beacon in their head, more so than the shard, was the culmination of their arc and absolutely plot crucial - and it was not uncommon earlier in the campaign for people to be like "who CARES, fuck Essek, let's go to the Hishari." When, in the end, the shard served more as an interesting mechanical bonus, an opportunity for some of the best roleplay of the game that was then mostly abandoned, and an excuse to go to the Shattered Teeth; the role of the titans was ultimately only something to bring up in fruitless arguments and justify dickish behavior. Even more so than the ignorance of Exandrian lore that I saw with some frequency, that stands out to me: even within the campaign they purported to love, they didn't care about exploring something that might gently brush up against Campaign 2. It's a real cutting off one's nose to spite one's face, and it made them look stupid, and Bells Hells felt similar: they did not want to find out information that might show them to be wrong, or show people whom they disliked to be right.

This incuriosity is still alive and well:

This is probably a vague of this post by me - but that post, I should note, came from me checking something in the transcript:

The fans of Campaign 3 don't even care enough about the campaign and party they are expending so much energy to defend, to engage with the questions the characters thereof are thinking about. They're willing to throw Dorian under the bus in a failed attempt to win an argument. Dorian cares about this, actually, is the thing, and he's mostly brushed off, and even if Bells Hells had said "oh damn you're right", my point is not "why doesn't Bells Hells care" so much as "framing this as the merciful option is again a very self-centered perspective, rather like how donating your impulse purchase fast fashion clothing still often puts it in a landfill, but there's a middleman that lets you pretend you're doing the more eco-conscious option."

And yes, it is similar to how Bells Hells, as the party of Campaign 3, didn't care enough about the people and world they claimed to speak for to learn about it. Recall how many NPCs told Ashton that the titans were dead? I think a fair interpretation is that party didn't want to talk to people because they might have told them something that challenged their limited worldview and required they change, grow, and empathize with others.

There's a line from I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings: "[My mother] said I must always be intolerant of ignorance but understanding of illiteracy," with the implication that there is a difference between a lack of knowledge that comes from lack of opportunity, vs. lack of knowledge that comes from not caring. And that's the thing. If a fan doesn't know all the lore, or even gets something wrong in good faith? That's fine! There's a lot, and if people don't know every detail of the history of the Calamity that's not a failure on their part, particularly if they acknowledge that they might be missing some information and are still learning. But if someone looks at the story, and looks at the questions within it - in some cases, questions directly stated by the characters within it - and says "who cares?" that's incuriosity. It's not a lack of knowledge; it's a disinterest in gaining it, and a lot of fans of C3 are not just incurious but openly proud of it.

[infatuatedlilbitch]

SOCIAL MEDIA "ACTIVISM" IS KEEPING YOU FROM ACTUAL ACTIVISM - HERE'S THE TRUTH

You think you're staying "informed" by doomscrolling through your social feeds 24/7? That's exactly what they want. It's literally designed to keep you angry, scrolling, and - most importantly - doing absolutely fucking nothing.

HERE'S WHAT NO ONE TELLS YOU:

It's OKAY to edit your feeds so you don't see that shit when you're just trying to exist

You do NOT have to consume the world's suffering every second of every day to be a "good activist" - and by the way? You're not even getting "informed" by scrolling. You need to actually look up real articles OFF of social media to understand what's happening

Hitting like and share isn't activism. Sorry. It just isn't.

You wanna actually do something?

Learn your neighbors' names. ACTUALLY TALK TO THEM about what's happening

Join your school board and ask them face-to-face why they're against queer education

Stand up to your racist uncle instead of "keeping the peace" (peace for WHO exactly?)

Find out what abortion rights groups are ALREADY DOING in your area instead of reinventing the wheel

Join an actually inclusive church (you know, like Jesus would've wanted) and see what they're ALREADY DOING to make the world better

And for fuck's sake, stop saying "oh I don't talk about politics" - YOUR SILENCE IS POLITICAL

NEWSFLASH: You don't have to start the fucking underground railroad by yourself. That shit ALREADY EXISTS - you just never had to use it before. Lucky you. So volunteer if you're a safe person, at whatever level works for you:

Send money

Show up in person

Pack supplies

Make pamphlets

Whatever you can do

Not everything's gonna get you in the history books and you know what? IT DOESN'T FUCKING MATTER.

And here's something else that matters: Going to trauma therapy - REAL trauma therapy with a therapist informed in decolonization practices - is a RADICAL ACT. If you have the means to do it, DO IT. Healing yourself is part of the work too.

AND LISTEN UP BECAUSE THIS IS IMPORTANT: IT'S OKAY THAT IT TOOK YOU THIS LONG IT'S OKAY THAT YOU'RE STARTING SMALL IT'S OKAY THAT YOU DON'T KNOW EVERYTHING

NO ONE EVER PUNISHED THEMSELVES INTO SUCCESS.

You grew up with some racist/sexist views? Yeah, most of us did. You can't get stuck there. There's too much at stake. It's time to deconstruct. It's time to do the work.

But scrolling and sharing posts while feeling guilty? That's not the work. That's what they want you to think the work is.

Get off your phone. Talk to your neighbors. Show up at meetings. Stand up to family. THAT'S the work.

[ki-kink]

Hi! I often read your great blog and adore your transformation stories. I am an ordinary guy of Slavic appearance, 26 years old. I try to keep myself in good shape. I am currently vacationing in Egypt and there are still 5 days of vacation ahead. Lying on the beach is boring. Maybe you can fill me with a local flavor?

Your alarm clock is ringing early today… Why did you actually set an alarm clock? And where are you here? Shit, you need to sort out your thoughts a bit… You're in Egypt. In your home country. Okay, actually your home was in Cairo. But now you're here in Soma Bay. Wait, wait, wait! Somehow that doesn't feel right… Shouldn't you actually be…? Shit, the second alarm goes off. You've got to get going!

The sun rises early over the turquoise waters of the Red Sea. Even before the hustle and bustle of the resort begins, life is stirring here in the staff dormitory. You start with a set of push-ups and sit-ups. Who knows who you'll bump into in the shower. It's never a bad idea to get your muscles in shape. A quick look in the mirror. Yes, you're hot. Your semi-rigid, circumcised cock confirms it. The day starts with a quick but intense shower in the shared bathroom of the dormitory - strictly separated by gender, of course. You are still alone. But you hear footsteps. Heavy footsteps. Your cock straightens in anticipation. You are not disappointed. Mamdouh comes around the corner with a grin. Today it's not just a lonely wank in the shower, today the day starts with a good honest fuck in the shower.

As you and Mamdouh leave the shower together, a few colleagues are already waiting outside the door, grinning. Most of them show that they have at least been eavesdropping. Some cocks are hard. But no time for a second round. Now it's even too late for breakfast. You throw on your immaculately fitting sportswear, smooth out your polo shirt and make your way to the resort. The first guests are already waiting for their first aqua gym session - with a view of the sea while a light breeze caresses the sand.

Your clients are wealthy, mostly Europeans, sometimes women, but mostly men - all with a penchant for luxury and “exotic” experiences. Mamdouh is more responsible for the ladies. He does this yoga and Pilates crap. You're more into Crossfit and bodybuilding. Your training is a mixture of rigor and charm, always looking to test your limits - physically and mentally. When you correct postures, your hands glide over sweaty backs, firm and firm. You can tell when a customer wants you to offer additional services. But you don't like doing that in a hotel. It's too dangerous. You then like to suggest an excursion… You prefer to take your customers to the bazaar - “to show them the real Egypt”. They are then wonderfully at your mercy. You are the strong local who skillfully guides your foreign friends through the winding alleyways, negotiates with the traders, helps them choose spices and silk scarves. The atmosphere is seductive - the scent of cardamom and jasmine, the soft murmur of the market people, the feeling of being in another world. Your customer pretends to want to buy a kaftan. As a present for his son. He would be about your size. Can you try it on? Sure, you say. And take off your T-shirt. The look on your customer's face says it all. He's ready for the highlight of the trip…

And the highlight is already waiting: a visit to his cousin's hammam. Here, in the subdued warmth, the two of you undress. You've already seen him naked during the massage at the spa. Good body, nice cock. Not circumcised, of course. But already hard. You put his loincloth on first and then put yours on. Yours is tailor-made. Just long enough so that you can see a hint of your glans even when flaccid. Your customer is so hard! You press your body against his and give him a deep French kiss. And then you lead him into the steam room. In the steam room, the boundaries between relaxation and desire become blurred. Your client is always in the exciting fear that you might be disturbed. But you know that the only one who will disturb you will be your cousin. And then your client will be pampered by two Egyptian stallions.

It's been a good day, you think as you count the euros and dollars you've received as tips today. And when your customers return to their luxurious suites, you lie in your bunk bed, wank a little more and look forward to next week. Then you'll have a vacation too. At last!

[11queensupreme11]

Do you have the personalities for any of the Secy kids yet?

you're in luck cuz i do!!!!!!

i'll start with cearbhall, the eldest and only son:

he's a bitch 💩

no seriously, he's a cocky, arrogant, loud-mouthed, snarky, and rude piece of SHIT. he is literally just like his father, minus the raping and not as much of a misogynist thanks to percy's intervention (bless her because omg you do NOT want a second cú chulainn walking around the universe 💀)

a womanizer just like his daddy but percy at least taught him about safe sex and consent so after sex he always makes sure the girls he sleep with take some magic tea or whatever to prevent pregnancies (something his stupid dad didn't think he'd need to learn about smh)

still has a bit of a sexist mindset, but it's really leagues better compared to cú chulainn or the average god tbh 😭😭 it's complicated for him cuz on one hand you've got his mother telling him "you should always treat women with respect, sweetie! let them live their life and don't ever try to take away their freedom! 💖" and then there's his dad saying "lmao fuck whichever whore you want. oh and also make sure you never let your mother and sisters out of the palace when i'm gone and keep all men away from them 😃👍"

😭😭😭 yeah you get the point 💀

so thx to his dad's stupid paranoia, he's grown to become very overprotective of his younger sisters and mother 😭

now luisne:

she has the physically young appearance of a 10 year old girl and she pretty much acts like a brat 😂

i plan on making her a goddess of wealth and riches, gemstones, minerals, and luxury so OBVIOUSLY you can see why she's bit of a brat lmao 😭😭

demanding and bossy and very temperamental. she pretty much inherited cú chulainn's famous anger issues 😭

she's extremely spoiled however there is one thing she adores more than any precious stone and it's anything that her mother makes herself. homemade blue cookies, knitted sweaters, jewelry, etc. no matter how basic, she'll love it because she knows her mother made it with love; no magic or anything just genuine skill 💖💖💖

and then there's cú chulainn's untalented ass. can't cook, can't bake, can't knit, or make anything cute or pretty with his bare hands 💀 he conjures up lavish dollhouses and intricate looking dolls, orders the best jewelry to be made for her etc. she LOVES it ofc, but she also loves bullying her talentless daddy and demanding more stuff from him because he caves so quickly 😭😭

does not bully or demand stuff from her mommy tho cuz she knows mommy can actually put her foot down when it comes to her 😂

and now ponyo, the youngest sécy baby:

a mix of ariel and ponyo tbh! she's got ariel's curiosity and fascination with humans, and ponyo's reckless nature.

because of her reckless and curious nature, she's the one most likely to disregard her father's rules and TRY to sneak out of the house 💀 keyword being "try"

she has an overprotective and vigilant father, an equally as overprotective older brother, and a mom who at least understands but still wants her to be safe.

idk how i'm gonna have her fascination and curiosity for humans come from, but i'm planning on maybe having ponyo and percy have some bonding down in midgard? ponyo will be a sea deity so percy'll want to show her the atlantean empire down in midgard. maybe there's a shipwreck accident up above and she helps her mom save some humans and gets enthralled by them... idk yet, but i think that's what i'll go with!

and that's pretty much what i have for the sécy babies so far! i'll think of more for the rest later, but honestly, the ideas just come to me randomly 😅

and btw, no incest freaks here! the sécy kids will pretty much be incest free lmao. as for yans...... idk yet. i think i'll have cearbhall be a platonic yan and maybe another daughter (fiachra maybe) but this is what i have so far!

[ateezscupid]

─── FEB FILTH FEST: Streets - PHONE SEX ♡

SUMMARY / Because of your boyfriend's busy schedule, the only time you two can hangout is on the phone.

warnings ✩ SMUT, switch!jongho, switch!reader, fem!reader, established relationship, phone sex, masturbation, voice kink, idol!au, funny dirty talk (hilarious couple warning!!), praise, both of you are needy and desperate as hell

word count ✩ 2,03k

tags ✩ @desirehorizon @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @bbdeongi @dawn-iscozy @xh01bri @mallielovssyou @clxssy1997 @soreberry @nopension @kitten4sannie @faeriehwas @lustfxq @ashistrashhhhhh @hwallazia

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST / FEB FILTH FEST

"Jonghooo," you held your phone up to your face, fixing your pillow underneath your head. "When do you think you'll be free again?"

"I'm not sure, babe," he sighed, the sound of his voice echoing over the speaker. "The label keeps pushing our comeback date and I can't really do much about that."

You huff, feeling the weight of his words. "It's just…it's been so long since we've actually seen each other and touched each other."

"I knowwww," he says gently, "but you know how much this means to me. To us."

"I knowww! But I miss you! And I need you," you pouted, the ache of loneliness tightening in your chest.

"Really? You need me?" Jongho's voice perked up, a hint of a smile in his tone. "Well, I've got an idea."

You sat up, eyes widening at the sudden excitement in his voice. "What is it?"

"How about I send you something to remember me by?" He suggested, his smile growing. "Something you're very familiar with?"

"Like what? One of those plushies that I said I wanted!?" You ask hopefully, thinking of the cuddly toy version of Jongho that you had pointed out at the fan meet.

"Better," he said mysteriously. "Hold on,"

You could hear him rustling around in his sheets, the sound of a zipper and more rustling. He went quiet for a moment and all you did was hum patiently, staring at your phone's screen until a notification popped up. A message from Jongho.

"Jongie…" you murmured as you tapped the notification, expecting a photo or a voice note. Instead, you found a short video. The screen lit up with Jongho's smiling face, his cheeks a little flushed and his hair messier than usual.

"Aw, cute-!" you paused seeing him angle the camera down to show the growing bulge in his pants, "Oh my god, Jongho."

"Hm?" He hummed, feigning innocence as he looked up at the camera. "I figured, if I can't be with you, you could be with me, in a way." His hand wrapped around the bulge, stroking it lightly, and your heart raced.

"Jongho, are you-" You stuttered, blushing deeply as you watched his fingers deftly unbutton his pants, "are you really going to do that?"

"D'you not want me to?" He teased, his hand still playing with the zipper of his pants. His eyes sparkled with mischief, the camera catching every moment as he slowly lowered it to reveal the outline of his hardening length.

"We've just never done this before! You've never jerked off to me on the phone! At least - not to my knowledge…" You whispered, your voice shaking with a mix of excitement and nerves.

Jongho chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours through the camera. "Well, tonight will be your first time having virtual sex with me." He chuckles a bit. "But if you're uncomfortable, I can always just send a picture…"

"Hell no, I've been horny all fucking week." you blurted out, your face burning hotter than a volcano. "I want the full experience," you added, trying to play it cool despite the way your heart was racing and your panties were already getting wet at the thought.

Jongho grinned. "Alright, if you're sure," He said, his hand sliding his zipper down. You watched, your eyes glued to the screen as his cock sprang free. It was thick and hard, standing tall against the black fabric of his boxers. You bit your lower lip, your breath hitching.

"S-So what do I do, just, like, talk you through it? Do I finger myself? What?" You asked, trying to sound more confident than you felt. Your hand hovered over your own shorts, unsure of how to proceed.

"Duh, finger yourself," Jongho chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "And lemme see, pretty."

"Shut up!" you roll your eyes and push your shorts and underwear down, laying back down on your bed. You spread your legs, feeling a thrill run through your body as you realized how exposed you were. You looked at the phone screen, watching Jongho's cock throb slightly in the dim light of his room.

"Wow, it's like we're in a movie," you giggle nervously, trying to ease the tension.

Jongho laughs, stroking himself more confidently now. "Yeah, like a really, really X-rated version of 'You've Got Mail'."

"You've got dick." you bite your lip, rubbing your clit in circles. "It's definitely more exciting than a good book and a cup of tea," you tease, trying to lighten the mood.

"You don't even drink tea." you could hear his voice becoming more strained with each stroke and you shakily giggle.

"Well, I don't have a penis either, but here we are," you quipped, sliding a finger into your wet folds and letting out a soft moan.

"S-Shut up! You know I hate that word, it's so awkward!"

"Penis," you whisper and giggle, turning to your side and moving your clit faster. "F-Fuck,"

Jongho chuckled, his hand moving in a steady rhythm. "B-Baby, that's not helping!" He groaned, his eyes half-closed with pleasure. "But it's definitely hot."

"What's hot?" You ask, your voice low and sultry.

"D-Don't make me say it again…" he mumbles, hissing as he rubbed his tip with his thumb, a bead of precum glistening in the soft light.

You laugh, the sound echoing through the phone. "Fine, but you know I'm just teasing," you pant, your own hand sliding in and out of your pussy, the wetness of your arousal coating your fingers. "M-My fingers are barely doing anything.."

"Use your dildo." Jongho suggested with a grin, his eyes flickering down to the bedside drawer where you kept your favorite toy. "I want to watch you really go at it."

You blush but don't hesitate. You're already feeling hot and bothered, and the thought of using your dildo while he watches sends a thrill through you. You grab it and show it to the camera. "Is this what you meant?"

"Fuck, y-yeah," Jongho stutters, his hand moving faster on his cock. "That's it, babe. Make it real for me."

You roll your eyes, but the heat in his voice sends a shiver down your spine. You grab your dildo and lube it up, the sound of the squelching noise making you giggle. "Okay, okay, I'll be your porn star for the night."

"Oh, you don't have to go that far," Jongho teases, his hand moving in a steady rhythm. "But if it's for me, I won't complain."

You roll your eyes and stick your tongue out at the camera playfully. "You're such a pervert." You lay back down and spread your legs, angling the camera down and rubbing your dildo up and down yours folds.

Jongho laughs, his eyes glued to the screen. "It's not like I haven't seen it before," he says, his voice thick with desire. "But, fuck, watching you do it to yourself is so much hotter than I thought it'd be. Is this what you do when I'm not there?"

"No, I normally just dry and throw a temper tantrum," you deadpan, sliding the dildo inside yourself with a gasp. The coolness of the silicon against your warmth sends a shiver down your spine, and you watch Jongho's eyes widen slightly at the sight. "But, for you," you giggle at the camera, "I'll make an exception."

"You're so mean," Jongho groaned playfully, his strokes becoming more erratic as he watched you start to fuck yourself with the dildo. "But, god, it's hot."

"Am I doing it right?" You ask, your voice a little shaky as you thrust the toy deeper. "You know, for the camera?"

"Y-Yeah," Jongho nodded, his eyes glued to the screen as he watched you thrust the dildo in and out of your wet pussy. "Y-You're doing it just right."

You smirked, feeling a sense of power in knowing you could drive him wild with just your voice and movements. "G-Good to know I'm not completely out of practice, fuck," you said, adding a little more force behind each thrust. "But you're supposed to tell me what to do," you panted. "Boss me around."

"Talk you through it?" Jongho echoed your words, a playful smirk curling on his lips as he watched you work the dildo. "Pretend it's me inside you, baby. That's it, just like that."

"H-How do you want it?" You ask, your voice teasing as you increased your pace, watching his cock jerk in response.

"F-Fast, like I'm fucking you," Jongho managed to say, his eyes glued to the screen as he watched you fuck yourself.

"Fuck, you're so bossy," you giggle, the sensation of the dildo inside you feeling more and more intense as you sped up. "Ohmygod, fuck-!"

"Sorry, baby, I just wanna see you come apart," Jongho's voice was strained, his breaths heavy with desire. "Pretend it's my cock, okay?"

"Mm, I wish it was. I wish so bad," you murmured, closing your eyes and picturing him above you, imagining the time he had you pinned to the bed. "Tell me what you're doing to yourself."

Jongho took a deep breath, trying to keep the conversation light despite his raging arousal. "I'm just… playing with it," he said, his hand tightening around his shaft. "But knowing it's for you is making me so fucking hard."

"Yeah, 'cuz you're obsessed with me," your voice trembles as you push your dildo deeper, feeling it hit your g-spot repeatedly. "F-Fuckfuckfuck-! Oh my god, yes-"

Jongho laughs, his hand flying over his cock, his eyes never leaving your screen. "You're so easy," he teases, his voice thick with arousal. "But that's what I love about you."

"S-Shut up!" You giggle, feeling the heat in your cheeks as you push the dildo deeper. "It's just because I miss you so much -- now please tell me you're close before I squirt all over my fucking sheets-"

Jongho's laugh is cut short by a deep groan. "I-I'm getting there," he pants, his hand moving rapidly. "Fuck, it feels so good,"

"Mm, t-tell me," you encourage, your breath hitching as you feel your orgasm building. "Tell me exactly how it feels."

"It's… tight," Jongho says, his voice strained as he watches you fuck yourself with the dildo. "Like you're squeezing me, baby."

"Well damn, how hard are you squeezing?" you giggle before moaning once again, the dildo's fullness inside of you making your toes curl. "I-I'm gonna come, Jongie," you warned, your voice breathy and full of need.

"Do it," he encourages, his strokes growing more erratic. "Come for me, baby."

"You first," you challenge, your eyes glued to the screen. "I want to watch you lose it."

Jongho's eyes light up with excitement. "W-We can just do it together."

You nod and continue to move your dildo, a moan forcing itself out of your throat as you throw your head back, closing your thighs around your own wrist as you came, squirting loads onto your arm and your sheets. "F-Fuck, ah!"

"Oh my -- god, fuck baby, I'm coming-" Jongho's words were chopped by a guttural moan as he watched you squirt across your bed, his own climax approaching rapidly.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" you teased, your breathing heavy as you watched him. "Wish it was me doing that to you."

That sent him over the edge, He let out what you assumed was a whimper as spurts of cum landed on his wrist and stomach, his abs tensing with the force of his orgasm. "F-Fuck, baby," he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure.

You laugh, watching him try to catch his breath, your own hand still moving slightly, the aftershocks of your orgasm still pulsing through you. "Well, that was one hell of a performance," you say, your voice still shaky with pleasure.

"My favorite porn star," he mocked your joke from earlier, his voice still a little shaky.

"I'm gonna go clean up. I'm all wet and sticky and slimy and my sheets are ruined." You giggle, your cheeks flushed and your chest heaving with post-orgasmic breaths.

Jongho chuckles, his hand still wrapped around his cock, now softening. "Yeah, me too. At least we had fun making the mess."

[restlessmaknae]

you & me & bubble tea // nicholas

The moment a bubble tea shop opens close to campus, it becomes your new favourite place. Partly because of the boba they make and partly because you particularly vibe with one of its employees, Nicholas.

➳ Characters: bubble tea shop employee!Nicholas x female reader/you

➳ Genre: fluff, university au, slice of life

➳ Words: 1.5k

➳ Warning: - (let me know if there are any!)

➳ A/N: This story was requested in my 1200 followers request event by the lovely @https-dandelion. Hope you enjoy it! 💖

You still have time to request in the event, so check out the masterpost if you're interested!

Happy Valentine's Day, LUNÉ! 💖

When a bubble tea shop opened close to campus, you were exhilarated. You’ve been telling everyone and their mother that the only thing your campus was missing was a bubble tea place, so when ‘Bobalicious’ opened, you were over the Moon.

When you visited the place for the first time, you examined the menu by the front door for a few minutes before you decided that you would ask the employee working there for their recommendation instead of trying to mull over what to get.

“Hey,” you singsonged as you looked up from the display with boba merch, and your cheeks immediately flushed at the sight of the boy behind the counter. His lips pulled into a smile, his whiskers showing, and his eyes narrowed like a cat’s. A cute cat’s.

“Hey, what can I get for you?” He inquired with a tilt of his head, and you let your eyes wander down to his nametag - Nicholas - before averting your eyes back to his face. You needed a few moments to pull yourself together to blurt out an answer.

“What’s your signature drink?”

“Well, you mean our signature drink or my signature drink?” Nicholas asked with an amused grin, and you had a feeling that he knew exactly what you meant, but enjoyed seeing your flustered reaction.

“Well, is there a difference between the two?”

The boy smiled to himself at your question and pointed at a poster on the counter, signalling Bobalicious’ signature drink - an iced matcha & mango milk tea with brown sugar. Needless to say, you didn’t catch sight of it before, but he didn’t call you out on it. Instead, he waited for you to speak up, his eyes widening slightly in anticipation.

“Hmm, so what’s your signature drink then?”

As if he waited for you to inquire about it, he leaned onto the counter and beckoned you closer like you were children and he was about to share a secret. You leaned closer as well, mentally preparing yourself for a mischievous answer like ‘it’s a secret’, but instead, he actually answered in detail.

“Don’t tell anyone, but I’ve been loving making the strawberry velvet boba with coconut milk. It’s just as sweet as it sounds, but it’s so much better with coconut milk than with any other milk, it gives it an exotic kick, and it’s even better iced than hot.”

He seemed so excited to share it with you that you felt like falling down an imaginary staircase while looking into his eyes, letting his deep yet gentle voice surround you.

“Then, I’ll have your signature drink,” you bobbed your head beamingly, and your heart did a little somersault at the sight of his wide, toothy smile. Afterwards, he asked you about the size and sweetness level of your order, and got started on making it.

You let your eyes roam around the cosy, colourful place dotted with tables, chairs and even beanbags, pictures of cartoon-like smiley boba hanging on the wall and pots of plants adding a natural touch to the interior. However, your eyes went back to Nicholas’ figure and the way he was excitedly yet carefully making your drink. There was something so heart-warming about his enthusiasm that you found yourself smiling at him, and you were sure that he caught you staring like an idiot when he turned around and handed you the drink.

“Enjoy, and let me know what you think,” he asked as you reached for the drink. You pierced the straw through the top and took a sip. The sweetness of the coconut milk and the strawberry puree complemented each other so well, it wasn’t even overbearing yet had just the right amount of flavour, and the coldness of the drink turned it into a refreshing treat on this humid day.

“Wow, this is amazing!” You beamed at him, and he looked almost shy hearing your compliment.

“Thanks. I’m glad you enjoy it,” he noted, scratching the back of his neck.

Unfortunately, your encounter was cut short because the next customer showed up, but at least you now had an ice-cold plastic cup to cool your flushed cheeks with.

Afterwards, you came back to the boba place again and again no matter the time or day. Sometimes, it wasn’t Nicholas working there but another guy - Allen -, and though Allen was just as friendly, he wasn’t Nicholas.

Nicholas and you had something going on, you could tell. You developed a habit of holding a conversation with him even while he was preparing your drink, and he developed a habit of joining you at your table if there were no new customers around. Sometimes, you even helped him make TikTok videos for Bobalicious’ page, and laughed at the way he was so creative with his lines. Other times, when you were there at the end of his shifts, he would sit with you and ask about your days before walking you to the campus building you were needed at or the bus station when you were heading home.

He was a funny guy who loved teasing you, but he never took it too far, and you knew that he meant well even when he was being playful. He was also a really good listener, and patiently waited for you to reach the end of your monologues when you were venting to him about assignments and group project members who were slacking off. When you were upset, he tried to cheer you up by drawing stuff on your plastic cups and putting an extra amount of tapioca into your drinks.

You kept in touch even if you didn’t see each other, and it became one of your favourite daily activities to send memes and videos to him apart from messages asking about his day and sharing details about your own. No wonder it felt like you knew him so well, and you spent so much time together, but it was never outside of the confines of the boba place or your campus. Not until he posed a question one day.

He was closing the shop that day, but you stayed until the end because you were working on a presentation on your laptop, and lost track of time. However, when he started cleaning the tables around yours, you quickly realised that he was preparing to close, so you saved your work, and closed your laptop.

“How’s that presentation coming along?”

“I’ve made some good progress today, and though there are still some slides to polish, I’ve decided to call it a day,” you explained contently, putting your laptop into your bag. Then, you stretched your arms over your head to loosen those tight muscles.

“Does it mean you’ll have some free time over the weekend?” Nicholas asked casually, wiping the nearby table with a wet cloth.

“Yeah, I think I’ll get it done tomorrow, and I’ll only need to revise some material for next week, so I’ll probably be able to relax on the weekend.”

Nicholas stopped wiping the nearby table, and turned to you instead. You looked up at him expectantly, but instead, he leaned onto his elbows onto your table. You blinked in confusion, his smooth and flirty side always taking you by surprise, and you hated how easy it was to read you at times like this. You were sure that your cheeks were already burning, but he didn’t make a comment on it.

“How about going somewhere with me on Sunday then?” He suggested, and this time, his voice was void of any mischief or playfulness. You were so taken aback by his serious tone that you didn’t find your voice, and maybe he mistook your silence for confusion because he added: “As a date, I mean.”

If your cheeks had not been flushed by now, they would have surely been on fire this time. You might have imagined being asked this question time and time again, but nothing could prepare you for the feelings it evoked in you. It was butterflies and fireworks and all that jazz.

“I’d love to,” you blurted out, trying to fight a way too giddy smile, and you could tell that he was the same. He was trying not to seem too proud and act all cool instead, but he almost bumped into the chair behind him when he turned around, and clumsily tried to recover from it.

You loved him for it, you loved him even more.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this story of mine! Let me know what you think!

This story is very loosely connected to a Hyunsuk story of mine.

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