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oatmealwrites · 6 months ago

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JJK Mens' New Year Sex Resolutions!

(fem. reader )

The 2025 resolutions of your favorite JJK men! How they want to start the new year with a bang!

Characters: Nanami Kento, Choso Kamo, Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Higuruma Hiromi, Ryomen Sukuna

Tags: p in v, orgasm, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m & f receiving), public sex, car sex, lazy sex, anal, rimjobs, fingering, blindfolded, nudes, cuck, 18+, MDNI, NSFW

A/N: not proofread, just threw this together hehe

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HAPPY NEW YEAR

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Nanami Kento - Public Sex

You and Nanami have a routine and regular sex life that fits perfectly into both of your schedules. It’s final exam week at your uni and you’re stressed? He’s already checked your exam schedule and makes sure to fuck you senseless as soon as you’re home from the last final. He has a big project due at work soon? You already know he can spare 15 minutes to have you suck him off in the home office! The resolution to make it even better? More public sex!

This is because you and Nanami have already banged against every orifice in your apartment. He’s already filled you up with his cum in a mating press on the living room floor next to the coffee table.

Public Sex is his resolution because while yes, he loooves to take his time with you, taking the initiative is something he wants to get better at. In the car on the way to a big presentation: he’d love to empty his balls into your cute little mouth. At the mall and trying on a new dress: let’s see how it looks from below when you ride his face in the large dressing room stall.

The thought of being caught and ruining the ‘put together’ facade is enough to make his cock twitch painfully in his slacks. When he sees you hop in his car wearing the sluttiest little skirt, that you swear you didn't know showed off your panties when you bend over, would be hiked up to your waist while you ride him in the back seat. (of course the car is parked… in the parking lot of your uni ;) )

Overall, Nanami will still take his time with you and be the perfect gentleman he is…. He just wants to show you how much you mean to him in the moment as well. Fogged car windows and dressing room noise complaints are in your sex future for 2025!

Choso Kamo - Nudes

You and Choso have a very passionate and playful sex life that’s incredibly fulfilling. He’s a gamer (headcanon) and loves when you tease him while he’s on the mic with his friends (Inumaki and Yuji always make fun of him). Choso gets so hard he has to mute his mic and listen to his friends make fun of his shitty KDA while he’s balls deep in your pussy while you ride him. You also loveee the way he’s always trying to learn about you and your body better; he literally begs you to let him finger and eat you out because he wants to be the best boyfriend ever! So what could make your sex life better than extending it to photos and videos!

He of course would never make you send something you didn’t want to do (fucking you irl is best the thing ever anyways) … he’d be fine sending you nudes even if you didn’t reciprocate.

BUT, if you did want to partake and send Nudes …

He would get so hard seeing a ‘ping’ on discord and opening it to a photo of your hard nipples through your baby t-shirt. Or imagine you’re at work/cramming for exams and you get an audio message of him moaning your name while he’s jerking himself off. Choso would go ahead and buy the 2TB storage of Google Photos to make room for everything. Every photo he sends of his painful erection in gray sweatpants would be favorited, and every lingerie mirror selfie you send goes straight to ‘my eyes only’. (let him take your photo after he cums on your tits and he’ll even consider buying a ring for your pretty little finger)

Even if you two travel or spend the night with friends, there will always be a steamy video/photo/audio waiting in your messages to keep you company. Messages with the subject ‘don’t open in public’ are in your sex future for 2025!

Geto Suguru - Anal

Ok so to start, you and Suguru are very content with your current sex life as is. There is no better feeling than the delicious sting of his cock splitting you open while fucks you drunk, and no better sight than seeing his hot cum spilling out your weeping cunt. Suguru never oversteps a boundary, grateful to have you in his life through every dark and depressing moment he has; and you’re so lucky to have a boyfriend that would literally destroy the entire world if it made you happy.

That being said, whenever he has you in doggy, he can’t help but look at the other puckering hole. He swears it winks at him. In 2025, it would start naturally: by him just dragging a finger on your rim, and him casually licking lower to graze your asshole every time he eats you out. If you notice and call him out, he would act casually that he was curious and would stop right away if you were uncomfortable.

BUT, if you’re into it and want to explore that side? He’s more than enthusiastic to try Anal. Suguru would purchase more than enough lube to coat one finger and work its way into your ass while the other hand rubs circles on your clit to keep you stimulated. Words of praise leave his lips with every act; he’s only quiet when you let him eat out both holes. (he would also consider letting you eat his ass… it happens when you’re sucking his cock and your finger grazes his balls and asshole… it makes his mind open a bit)

If you get to the point you want him to fuck you that way, he’s so slow and patient with you. Enough lube to turn the bed into a slip and slide, and vibrator on your clit to keep you on edge, Suguru would start out slow before fucking you into the mattress. His new favorite sight is seeing his hot cum seep out of your cunt and ass while you’re wearily panting from such intense orgasms.

Water-based lube and small butt plugs are in your sex future for 2025!

Gojo Satoru - Lazy Sex

Ok, hear me out, because Satoru is so damn busy all the time, and despite his carefree attitude, he would want some slow sex in 2025. He’s constantly traveling for jobs, ‘educating the youth’, and running the household of his own family, so a lot of times this leads to passionate and intense sex whenever the moment arises. Fucking in the backseat of a car (with the divider up, so there’s some privacy), while Ichiji is trying not to crash at the sounds of moans filling the air, sucking him off with only 10 minutes to spare before his next meeting, and riding his face while Megumi, Yuji, and Nobara blow up his phone asking what the next lesson is. It’s amazing, but exhausting.

Neither of you are unsatisfied, but this year he wants to take his time.

Lazy Sex applies to the soft side Satoru has (which most people in his life forget about considering he's constantly viewed as only a weapon).

2025 will bring slow sex in bed on Sunday mornings before either of you get up. Soft kisses on the back of your neck while his erection grinds into your ass, Satoru would hike your leg up and slide in. Lazy thrusts, open mouth kisses, and light praises make up the scene; the gentle sunlight on your face when you cum is enough to make Satoru’s heart do backflips.

Lazy sex would also be riding him in your shared apartment, movie on the television, and dinner ready on the table but long forgotten. He’d hold your gaze and whimper everytime you praised him and acknowledged how good he was making you feel. Though his schedule rarely allows it, Satoru would love slow sex with tooth-rottingly sweet aftercare. Cuddles and slow kisses with limbs intertwined, a quiet moment with you could satiate him for a lifetime.

With Satoru, fuzzy throw blankets and warm baths together post-fuck are in your sex future for 2025!

Higuruma Hiromi - Blindfold

Higuruma and you have a great sex life currently, making time for each other in between work and daily activities; you’re both super satisfied. He loves when you ride his face and rut against his slutty nose, creating moans from your lips so angelic he’s sure this is heaven. And despite his attentive nature to you, the way he bullies his cock into your cunt has you wondering if he secretly hates you.

This year, he wants to try something new..well, new in the bedroom. Everyone knows justice is blind… so why not bring that into the bedroom with a Blindfold in 2025?

He approaches you with his satin black tie one evening, awkwardly wondering if he could cover your pretty eyes while you two had sex. What you weren’t expecting was the way every sensation was heightened. Each thrust of his cock into your snug cunt had his cock kissing your cervix so much better than it ever felt before. Seeing his cum drip out of your pussy from the mating press you were currently in, your eyes still covered as pants escaped your lips, have Higuruma ready for round 2 or 3/4/5/6..

After using his tie on you, it doesn’t take much convincing to use it on him. At first he’s a cheater, lifting up the fabric to watch the way your tits bounce as you ride him into oblivion; he only stops when you pry his hands away from his face. The pleasure of the sensation has him wondering why you both hadn’t tried this sooner! Though of course he still likes to watch your eyes roll back in your skull when his cock splits you open… so maybe he can use his tie to tie you up? Maybe in 2026…

With Higuruma, get ready for satin ties and blindfolds in your sex future for 2025.

Ryomen Sukuna - Live Studio Audience!

Now, Sukuna is a man with a big ego (and big cocks), so he’s always trying to find new ways to make your mind drunk in pleasure. Any position is ok with him, and he’s not threatened by sex toys… though if you cum, it HAS to be on his fingers, tongue, or cock. So when you’re already fucking in public areas and in the privacy of your home… what else is there than to bring someone else to the scene with a Live Studio Audience.

This isn’t a three-some, there’s no one else you need to satisfy your desires anyways, it’s a cuck. The idea of having someone else walk in while he’s balls deep in your cunt turns him on more than he would like to admit. A third party watching the way you come undone from his touch feeds Sukuna’s ego even more.

But if you were genuinely mortified, he wouldn’t keep leaving the door unlocked (on purpose). Sukuna also genuinely enjoys having his alone time with you; it’s nice to get away from the stupidity of everyone else and just ravish you for an evening. BUT, when he’s jealous or especially needy, having someone watch the way he’s ruining your cunt turns him on more than he’d ever admit. (never Yuji or Jin though… he’d rather die than his family watch the way he’s about to continue the bloodline)

With Sukuna, unlocked doors and a chair conveniently facing the bed are in your sex future for 2025.

this is my first post like this! lmk if you like this style in addition to longer fics and one-shots! (also idk where this idea even came from, i had 5 hours till ball drop and decided why not)

likes/reblogs/comments all appreciated

happy new years everyone! ╰(´︶`)╯♡

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atinystraynstay · 1 year ago

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Soft Spot - Min Yoongi

Synopsis: Yoongi closed himself to most of the world. He didn't want to risk anyone hurting him or the people that mean the most to him. That was until you came along, somehow having the golden key to his heart.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader

Genre: Fluff, mutual pining, strangers to friends to lovers

Word Count: 1.7k

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Yoongi had spent over 30 minutes at the florist. His eyes bounced between all the different flowers, unsure what would be the best one to present to you. You would think that since Yoongi produces music, he felt a constant pressure for the next song to do better than the last.

However, his biggest worry was trying to impress you.

To him, not enough words could describe you. He has attempted to write at least one song to showcase his adoration for you. Yet, nothing seemed to fit. He could easily describe you as perfection. You were the one person who balanced him out amongst the chaos. The songs he produced with you in mind just didn't do you justice.

"Hyung, you ever going to make a selection?" Taehyung teased for him.

A sharp puff of air left Yoongi. He thought asking Taehyung to help him was the best idea, but he was starting to regret it.

"Would you shut up?" Yoongi murmured.

Taehyung went into a fit of chuckles before putting his hands up in defense. Seriously, he was here to provide insight?

Of course, Yoongi had an idea of the right ways to treat someone. He has experienced short flames of love in the past. But nothing like what you two had. It admittedly scared Yoongi at the intensity of emotions he felt within himself. He didn't mean to push people away, but he just often put all those emotions toward his career before another person. BTS counted on him to produce songs, to be a strong older brother. He didn't put another put through the wringer just because of his intense career.

But then he met you.

It started off innocent at first. You two just happened to bump into each other at the convenience store. He had been locked up at the studio, trying to lay tracks down for a new song when he needed a break. He figured going for a walk and grabbing an energy drink would help relax him.

Similarly, you had been crammed in your university's library working on a research paper. You were in the last semester of your graduate program, a step closer to becoming a Social Worker. Your fingers were starting to ache and you felt a bit restless after sitting at a work table. You decided you needed fresh air and an iced coffee before going to attempt to edit the paper.

You two had bumped into each other. Fatigue was written all over your faces that you hadn't noticed each other. That was until you bumped in as you tried to go to the register.

Seeing how tired you were, but also how beautiful you looked, Yoongi offered to pay for your beverage. When you tried to politely decline, he insisted after being in your way. Even though you were the one not watching where you were going.

As a way to show appreciation, you offered to give him your number. That way, you could repay him with a drink of his choosing whenever he wanted.

Since then, you two have been attached. Text messages were exchanged which then became FaceTime calls, particularly late at night due to both of your schedules. FaceTime calls quickly grew tiresome because all Yoongi wanted was to be in the same room as you, so you two began to hang out.

While Yoongi has not officially asked you to be his exclusively, he knew he wanted to be with you. You two practically saw each other twice a week. In his mind, you two were together.

That was until Taehyung pointed out that he hasn't actually asked you to be his, that you could be under the impression you two were just friends. Yoongi was doubtful, but his younger brother had a point. What if you saw him as only a friend? What if you were actually seeing someone else?

The thoughts made Yoongi both anxious but motivated to do something about it. Cue Taehyung coming in to help. Taehyung knew how to be romantic. He offered insight without Yoongi overthinking it.

"I'm telling you. She won't really care about the exact flowers. Just that you got them for her." "But they have to be perfect for her."

It brought Taehyung amusement to see how smitten his hyung was. Actually, all the boys were invested in Yoongi's love life. For the 10 years that they've known him, this was the first time that he was choosing something for himself rather than for other people. They all adored how dedicated Yoongi was to them and the group, but they always wanted Yoongi to be happy in all aspects of life. Including romantic.

They ever knew someone could be so happy over receiving a text message. At least, that was the case until they saw him grinning in his studio as he spun gently back and forth. He would re-read your texts to him, his smile getting wider and wider.

Or the way he thinks of you had random points. Having ramen for dinner? You like ramen. He would wonder if you had eaten, if you were happy, if you had a good day. See a squirrel while on a stroll? You were so energetic, so busy. What were you up to? Should he call you?

You were always on his mind. You meant everything to him and so much more.

It was why when he stood in front of your apartment door, his heart was racing. Yoongi was convinced that his heart was going to leap right out of his chest at this rate. He was practically shaking.

He sucked in a deep breath, looking down at the bouquet of flowers. Roses felt too intense for the occasion. He had selected an arrangement of blue hydrangea, blue delphinium, and white button poms. They reminded Yoongi of a clear, warm day and you were the sun. They were tied together by a pink bow, subtle but perfect.

Here goes nothing.

With his left hand firmly holding onto the stems of the bouquet, his right hand reached forward to ring the doorbell of your unit. It was a late Sunday morning. Sundays were your day to relax, to do self-care. He hoped he wasn't introducing, but he knew you'd be home.

From the other side of the black-painted door, he could hear shuffling. His heart fluttered knowing you were indeed inside. And about to open the door.

Did he get the right bouquet? Did you even like flowers? Should have have gotten a bigger bouquet for you?

He didn't have enough time to go through every scenario as soon the door opened. There you were. His angel.

Your hair was pulled back in a high ponytail with little strands framing your face. You wore a pair of black shorts but a large, oversized sweatshirt. All he wanted to do then was wrap you up in his arms and cuddle you. God, he was down bad.

You had a warm on your face, but quickly your eyes widened to see the flowers in his hand. You couldn't but hope they were for you, but you were convinced you and Yoongi were just friends. He was too kind to you to be anything more than that.

"Hi y/n," he said softly.

His voice sent your heart into palpitations. Nobody else sent you into such a spiral unlike he did so easily. It was just him greeting you but your knees were like jelly.

"Hi Yoongs," you spoke just as softly.

Yoongs. You were the only person who called him that. And he prayed you would be the only.

"What's going on? I figured you might be asleep still since you were at the studio until late." "Nothing can stop me from seeing you. I had a very important erran to run."

He was trying his best not to become a stuttering mess. But the way you were looking at him? The way you had a soft gaze yet lured him in, he was bound to crumble.

"These are for you, beautiful. Saw them and I thought of you."

Your cheeks turned bright pink. You were at a loss for words, and Yoongi noticed. He couldn't help but feel his ego rise. Maybe all the guys were right after all? Maybe you did like him?

He only got this confidence when he had a little bit of whiskey in his system. This was different, though. He didn't have liquid courage to fuel his delusions. He was stone-cold sober to see how you reacted to him. While non-verbal, your body language says everything.

"Oh Yoongi, they are so beautiful. You didn't have to do this." You took the flowers into your own hands to admire them up close. It warmed Yoongi's heart to see the way you took in their beauty, even though they weren't as beautiful as you are. He hoped you were seeing yourself just as positively, but he was ready to remind you constantly if need be.

"And I know what you're about to say." He began. "If you feel guilty for me spoiling you, why don't you accompany me for brunch? Going on an official date would make me happier than you buying me something."

Your head had never snapped up as quickly. Did you hear him correctly? Was he asking you out on a date? There was no room for interpretation when he said the words himself, but you weren't sure if you heard him correctly.

"Wait, you are actually asking me out?" "Well yeah, y/n. Isn't it obvious I like you?"

You opened your mouth to counter his statement, still in disbelief. However, you quickly closed it. Come on, y/n. Don't hesitate. You're so close to getting what you've always wanted.

"Can you give me 20 minutes to get ready and place these in water?" You asked. "Take all the time you need, angel. I'll be downstairs in my car, making sure it's all warm for you."

Feeling bold, Yoongi leaned into to press a lingering kiss to your cheek. "I've got nowhere else I'd want to be than spending time with you." Shivers ran down your spine from his tone and the way his words practically vibrated throughout your body.

He pulled back and winked before going towards the elevator. You gently closed the door before rushing to get ready.

Dreams can come true.

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calummss · 1 year ago

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having a baby with marshall mathers/eminem

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headcanon includes timeline, pregnancy and after birth bullet points

for the purpose of this headcanon the baby is called romy

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i imagine marshall to also be young in this universe — 24 years old, can barely keep a job down. you work multiple jobs to pull through college. becoming parents was the last thing on your mind

finding out you were pregnant was a shock; as much sex as you two had, you always made sure to be protected, so when you suddenly realised your period was late and took a pregnancy test your heart literally dopped

you literally dropped everything, crammed the test into your pockets and marched through the frosty detroit morning to the restaurant marshall was currently employed under and asked to see him

marshall assured you that whatever conclusion you came to would be right and would support you no matter what

that definitely was the biggest weight lifted off your shoulders—the reassurance that marshall would stick with you if you decided to keep the baby

it was definitely a tough decision and took you almost two weeks to completely make up your mind

you ofc decided to keep the baby (otherwise whats the point of this headcanon?)

marshall promised to that he would be by your side and support his new family

literally 5 seconds after you told him you wanted to keep the baby, he pulled out a ring and said ‘thank god cause this is just a good excuse to marry you’

and we all know that having a child in marriage is far easier (but marshall also loved you and would’ve married you anyways)

baby mathers would be born on december 25th aka christmas because it would just be the best christmas present

what it would include (during pregnancy)

i feel like marshall is the type to be extra careful with you; offering his arm or hand when walking down steps, not letting you carry heavy things, making sure you cannot be hurt in whatever it is you are doing. and if any of his friends did something harmless but he saw it as a danger, he would be so pissed off

i also think it’s very possible for him to call your unborn baby ‘baby mathers; little slim’ something sweet that builds a connection

i imagine marshall to be very helpful with things around the house or other things that need to be done but he’ll definitely be pissed a few times because even though he understands that you’re supposed to relax and take care of yourself and the baby, he feels an extra burden so maybe he snaps once or twice? he immediately apologises but it’s a lot for a man who constantly takes new jobs and tries to be the best husband and father

i 100% see him talking to your stomach. he’ll talk to his daughter, catch her up on life and what he’s doing

‘hello baby, it’s daddy. mommy only has a few months left before we finally get to meet you. don’t take too long though because mama is startin’ to get very tired. the doctor said that you’re due for christmas. now daddy isn’t one who belives in destiny but you my little lady are goin’ to be our little christmas present. daddy has no money right now and that makes him feel like a bum but he’ll work extra hard to give you everything you ever want… if you ever want a unicorn you just come and let daddy know, okay?’

i have this gut feeling that he tries to hide his feelings. during this time marshall is so overwhelmed. he’s happy to welcome his daughter, stressed because he doesn’t know how long his job will last and how much money he can put down. you’ll find him crying in the kitchen one night after you wake up and couldn’t feel him beside you. you let him cry alone knowing he needed alone time

marshall will try to honour your cravings and buy you anything you want. if he’s short on money or can’t leave he will ask deshaun to swing by (and shaun cannot say no to you)

the d12 group will 100% pledge allegiance to baby mathers!! like you just now that as soon as you hang out together they’re gonna talk about how baby mathers will be protected at all costs, no one’s gonna f*ck with her etc. it’s like they’re her bodyguards ready to get at anyone’s neck who would even dare take a wrong glance at her

marshall’s arm would drape over your stomach when you two sleep at night. his arm would go from lying on a flat surface to a montain but he didn’t seem to mind. it was a habit he picked up

when you get closer to your due date this man would be stressed!! i mean stressed! any call out (shit, fuck, no, yes, what, literally the list goes on and on) would have a panting marshall by your side in less than a few seconds. he’s just waiting for your water to break. he’s extra careful during the last weeks because at this point you’re also stressed and just want the pregnancy to be done with

so when your water does finally break you know the bag is packed and in less than 5 minutes you’re on your way to the hospital, i just know it

extra: during labour he’s so supportive: holding your hand, motivating you, but deep inside he’s so much more stressed than you are lmao

what it would include (after birth)

he would not be able to let go of her. any time you turn away and look back he’d have little romy in his arms, literally hearts in his eyes as he stares down at her

you both decided on breastfeeding but you bought formula so that he could feed her and seeing him holding her in his arms feeding her the bottle makes your heart skip a beat. it allowed him to be as close to her as you were during feedings

he is absolutely obsessed with her hands. he loves how her baby hand wraps around his finger, and when she’s older the feeling of her small hand in his as it engulfs hers

plus he loves carrying her. he just loves the closeness. he will carry his baby girl anywhere and everywhere

marshall would be so proud to show her off to his friends. and if she wasn’t with him he’d find any reason to talk about her. they could be talking about the best ways to make a drink and he’d just start rambling about baby romy. some of them playfully roll their eyes but understand where he’s coming from

he’ll definitely be overwhelmed the first months when she wakes up crying in the middle of the night because it just adds to the stress but will never openly complain about it. he toughens up and goes to her room to calm her down

he’d have an addiction with baby clothes and browsing around stores literally fighting himself wether or not he actually needs to buy certain things

he’ll only address his daughter as ‘baby’ to the point you tell him to start calling her romy because she’d probably start to believe that baby was her name

marshall would definitely beat himself up trying to live up to his own expectations as a father. having no father to look up to, he tries to do his daughter justice but feels like he fails her in certain moments. those moments similar to those during pregnancy, he would sit alone in the kitchen just thinking about how to make things right

he’d insist on bringing baby romy EVERYWHERE. this man cannot stay away from her for longer than a few hours. she’s his serotonin, his lifeline

he’d have a piggy bank for her where he would put a 1/4 of his pay into so that she would be able to buy things she wanted

romy (and you) would serve as his main inspiration for music and also motivate him to work hard to make it out of greensbriar

after his rise to fame, despite his busy work schedule, marshall tries to spend as much time with her as possible

he tries to do few shows so that he’s not away from her and you for too long

with the rise of fame, his income flooded in. marshall buys her almost everything she wants. not stuff she doesn’t need but a lot. he’s not spoiling her in the way you think. he just wants her to have everything he didn’t have and make her happy. and if buying her a fourth barbie doll makes his baby smile then he will buy her that fourth barbie doll!!

though romy serves as his drive and motivation and inspiration for many of his songs, he tries to keep her out of the spotlight and out of hollywood. as soon as he’s done recording, attending award shows etc. he’s back on a plane to detroit to see his baby the only lady he adores (see what i did? ofc you did.)

he’d just be such an amazing father which you remind him of every day. he still doubts a lot but he’s starting to know his impact on her life

also romy comes before anything else!! daddy-daughter-day at kindergarten? sorry dre but this recording will be postponed. tour dates fall onto romy’s first day of school? yeah that tour night ain’t happening—i think you get what i’m trying to say. nothing will stop him from experiencing milestones and important memories in her life and in his life as a father (learned what not to do from his father)

the older she gets the more sentimental he becomes. seeing his baby grow up makes him sad and proud at the same time. she’s not only his whole world but she is the reason for him breathing and continuing in life even if it seems that life doesn’t want him to win

you made romy a cd with all the songs dedicated or about her from her daddy so when she’s in her room playing with dolls whatever, his songs are on repeat and the sight of it could make him fall to his knees (metaphorically speaking)

when romy turns 4 and older she’ll randomly make him watch her self choreographed dances or sing along to his songs and you best believe he is smiling and clapping after EVERY performance his baby girl gives!! he’s her number 1 fan. he even encourages her to show his friends and you already now they’re hyping up their little lady

and when romy is 15, oh she’s gonna rap him some of his songs and he’ll have the same reaction. maybe even share the stage for one song? who knows?

marshall is known for his rap and not for his cooking for a reason but he has few recipes like pancakes or foods he grew up with that are staples and enjoys cooking them for romy (she has her dad’s tastebuds 100%)

when romy has nightmares he’ll let her sleep in your bed for as long as she needs to feel safe again (deep down he never wants his baby to leave)

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rickybabyboy · 1 year ago

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Btw i do want to mention Ricky is incredibly active, he plays a lot and other mom often takes time to play with him more actively (I physically cant usually due to my disability but when I can I do throw him toys and stuff), he gets tons of exercise and even more now that we arent crammed into someone else's place, Ive also specifically been picking toys and presents that make it easier for him to play even without supervision.

#rickys mom

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honeyncherry · 6 months ago

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Through the Looking Glass - Two

Rafe Cameron x Reader

content: tension, bad parenting?

word count: 6.3k

The morning time used to be your sanctuary. In the quiet hours before the world woke up, you’d find peace. Those fleeting moments where it felt like the universe had hit pause just for you.

As a child, mornings were your reprieve, a small window where no one demanded anything of you. No clipped commands and no pressure. Just you, the soft light filtering through your bedroom window, and the occasional birdcall drifting in from the trees outside. It was your time to breathe.

Sometimes you’d sit cross-legged on the carpet, a book balanced on your knees, imagining yourself in stories that didn’t involve expectations and schedules.

Other times, you’d sit by the window tracing patterns in the condensation with your finger, imagining what life could be if it were yours to choose. The stillness made it easier to dream, to let yourself believe, even if only for a little while, that there was more to life than what had been laid out for you.

That quiet was everything, a momentary break from a life that wasn’t truly yours.

But mornings weren’t like that anymore. The peace had been replaced by a steady thrum of tension that refused to let go. You couldn’t escape it, not in this world where every move felt calculated, every interaction weighed. Even on a campus as vibrant as this one, sunlight spilling across the red brick paths, students walking in clusters as laughter rang out, the tension remained. All coiled beneath the surface.

Today was no different, though the stakes felt higher. As you walked with Brooke, Maddie, and Sabrina toward campus, their chatter filled the space around you, light and carefree. They swapped stories about professors, exaggerated tales of late-night cramming sessions, and Maddie’s latest tirade of a group project.

“Seriously, who decides to leave the entire presentation to me?” Maddie was saying, her tone dripping with incredulity. “I’m not a babysitter.”

Brooke laughed, “that’s why I never volunteer for group work. Let them pick the slackers. I’ll take a solo essay any day.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Sabrina chimed in, nudging Brooke playfully. “Besides, you’re better at flirting your way out of deadlines.”

“I prefer to call it persuasion,” Brooke said, grinning.

Their banter washed over you like waves, grounding you in the moment. It was a relief, in a way, to let them take the spotlight. Their vibrant personalities filled in any gaps where you might’ve had to speak. But your thoughts were elsewhere, trailing ahead toward the building looming in the distance.

Personal Relations 201.

This wasn’t just another class. It was the class. The agency had assigned it with purpose, placing it carefully into your schedule. Not because of its content, though it was useful enough, but because of who sat in that very lecture hall every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at precisely 10:15am.

Rafe Cameron.

“You’re so quiet this morning,” Brooke’s voice cut through your thoughts, light and teasing. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who actually gets nervous for class.”

You blinked, her words pulling you back. “Just thinking about everything I need to get done. You know how it is.” You forced a small laugh, shaking your head.

Brooke grinned. “Oh, trust me, I don’t. That’s why I don’t think about anything until five minutes before it’s due.”

Sabrina laughed, nudging her shoulder. “And yet, somehow, you still manage to pass.”

“Talent,” Brooke said with mock arrogance. “Pure, unteachable talent.”

You laughed softly, grateful for the distraction. “I’ll try to remember that.”

“But, you’ll be fine,” Brooke circled back, giving you a reassuring pat on the arm. “Just sit in the back if it gets boring. That’s what I do.”

“Or sit near the hot guys,” Sabrina added with a smirk. “That’s what I do.”

Maddie rolled her eyes. “Try sitting where you can actually see the board. That’s what normal people do.”

“Pass,” Brooke said with a wave of her hand before turning to you. “What’s your strategy?”

“Probably somewhere in the middle,” you replied lightly. “Close enough to look like I care, far enough to keep my sanity.” You flashed a grin as if you already had this system mastered to the T.

“Smart,” Sabrina said, flashing you a grin. “See? She’s already got this figured out.”

You gave a small, easy smile as you all stopped in front of Bynum Hall. “This is me. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Good luck!” Brooke called after you as they moved on, their laughter fading into the distance.

The building stood ahead of you, its tall glass doors reflecting the morning light. You adjusted the strap of your bag, your fingers brushing the cool canvas as you stepped inside. The air conditioning hit you immediately, a sharp contrast to the warmth outside. The hallways were already bustling with students, some lingering in small groups, others disappearing into lecture halls.

You kept your steps measured as you entered the room, its rows of seats sprawling out in neat, orderly lines. The space hummed with quiet conversations, a handful of students already seated, their notebooks open and pens poised. You chose a spot near the middle, strategic, of course. It was the sweet spot — the balance you always aimed for.

Unpacking your things and sitting down, you let your gaze sweep the room with casual detachment. The overachievers clustered at the front, their attention already focused on the professor’s notes on the screen. The socialites and athletes occupied the back rows, leaning into each other as they whispered and laughed. It was a dynamic you’d seen, yet never stepped foot in before, one that always fell into place like clockwork no matter the setting.

The door opened, and you didn’t need to look to know it was him. The energy in the room shifted, a subtle ripple of awareness that followed him wherever he went. Rafe Cameron walked in with a kind of confidence that felt almost performative, like he knew the impact he had on a space and enjoyed wielding it.

You kept your gaze on your notebook, feigning interest in the syllabus you’d already memorized. The footsteps grew louder, closer, until they stopped just a few feet away. He settled into the row you were in, leaving a seat between you. The distance was purposeful, a space that felt charged even in its quietness.

You barely glanced up, your fingers tapping lightly against your notebook as your eyes skimmed the same lines over and over again. But when his voice broke through the hum of the room, low and casual, it was impossible to ignore.

“Morning.”

You glanced at him, letting a small smile play on your lips. “Morning.”

He leaned back in his chair, his pen spinning lazily between his fingers. For a moment, it seemed like the exchange would end there. But then he turned slightly, his eyes catching yours. “Didn’t think you’d be in this class.”

You tilted your head, feigning mild curiosity. “Why’s that?”

He smirked, tapping his pen once against the desk. “Just didn’t peg you for the communications type. You seem more…” He let the silence linger, his eyes scanning you briefly before finishing, “…reserved.”

You raised an eyebrow, letting his words hang in the air before responding. “Maybe you just haven’t seen enough to know.”

His smirk deepened, like he wasn’t sure if you were challenging him or playing along. “Fair enough,” he said, leaning back again. “I’m usually pretty good at reading people, though.”

The professor’s voice cut through the room then, calling for attention as the lecture began. Turning forward, your pen remained over the page though you were acutely aware of the weight of Rafe’s gaze lingering on you for just a second longer.

As the lecture progressed, you fell into the rhythm of note-taking, your handwriting neat and orderly. But every so often, you felt the pull of his presence, the subtle shifts in his posture, the quiet scratch of his own pen on paper.

It was when the professor began discussing the importance of first impressions, that Rafe leaned forward ever so slightly, scribbling something in his notebook. Then, without looking up, he asked, “So, what was your first impression of me?”

The question caught you off guard, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you tilted your head, pretending to consider it. “Do you want the honest answer or the polite one?”

He finally turned to look at you, his smirk widening. “Always honest.”

“Well,” you said, keeping your tone light, “you seemed... confident. Maybe a little too confident.”

His laugh was low, quiet enough that it didn’t carry far. “Figures. What about now?”

You leaned back slightly, tilting your head as though appraising him. “Still confident,” you said after a beat, “but maybe not as intimidating as you think.” You had to force down the grin that was threatening to show.

He raised an eyebrow, the smirk never leaving his face. “Not intimidating, huh? Most people wouldn’t say that.”

“Maybe they don’t know you well enough,” you countered, letting your voice dip slightly in mock seriousness.

He grinned at that, tapping his pen against the desk again. “Fair. And I’m guessing you’re one of those people who don’t get nervous, huh?”

You shrugged, forcing a small laugh. “Not much phases me. But maybe I’m just good at hiding it.”

His gaze lingered on you for a second longer before he turned back to the lecture, a quiet “touché” falling from his lips.

The rest of the class passed in a blur of half-heard lecture points and subtle glances exchanged. You could tell he was intrigued, though whether it was because of what you said or how you said it was harder to pin down.

As the professor dismissed the class, students began packing up their things, their voices rising as conversations resumed. Rafe stayed in his seat, taking his time as though he had nowhere to be. You followed suit, slipping your notebook and laptop into your bag with measured movements.

“See you next time,” he said casually, his voice low enough that it felt like it was meant just for you.

“Maybe,” you replied, your tone breezy as you stood.

You walked out without looking back, though you could feel his eyes on you. Let him think he had the upper hand. Let him think you were quiet, nervous, unsure. Every word, every glance, every moment was intentional, and he just didn’t realize it.

You stepped out into the bright sunlight, blinking against its intensity as you adjusted your bag on your shoulder. Your mind replayed snippets of the conversation with Rafe — his subtle smirk, the way his eyes lingered just a second too long. The memory hovered like a cloud, equal parts intriguing and irritating. You shook it off. Focus. You needed to focus.

Your feet carried you almost automatically toward the coffee shop Brooke had shown you during her whirlwind tour. Over the past weekend, it had quickly become a favorite. Not just for its cozy atmosphere and strong espresso, but for the sense of anonymity it offered. Everyone here seemed absorbed in their own world, sipping lattes, scrolling through their phones, or flipping through notes. Sitting alone didn’t feel out of place.

The familiar bell above the door jingled as you pushed it open, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wrapping around you like a warm blanket. You stepped into the line, your eyes scanning the menu even though you already knew what you’d order.

“Fancy seeing you here,” a voice said, pulling your attention.

You turned to see Sabrina standing a few feet away, her signature grin firmly in place. Beside her, Liam held a large iced coffee in one hand and what looked like a half-eaten bagel in the other.

“Hey,” you greeted, smiling lightly. “Small world?”

“More like predictable habits,” Sabrina teased, stepping closer. “This is our go-to post-class caffeine fix. Liam can’t survive without his sugar rush.”

Liam raised his coffee towards you. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”

You laughed softly, the interaction easing some of the tension still lingering from class. “Good to know Brooke showed me the right place.”

As you moved up in line and placed your order, Sabrina leaned casually against the counter. “We’re heading to the quad after this. It’s kind of our regrouping spot. You should come.”

“Regrouping spot?” you echoed, tilting your head.

“Translation: Brooke and Maddie will be there, and there’s going to be gossip,” Liam said with a smirk. “The quad’s like our version of the water cooler.”

Sabrina nudged him with her elbow as you laughed at his joke. “Ignore him. It’s chill. A good place to just hang out and unwind.”

You hesitated, but the decision was already made for you. If the group was heading there, it was the logical next step. “Alright. Count me in.”

“Perfect,” Sabrina said, grabbing her drink as it was called. Yours followed shortly after. “Let’s go before Brooke starts texting us every five minutes asking where we are.”

The three of you left the coffee shop together, the sun casting long shadows across the path as you made your way toward the quad. Liam walked slightly ahead, one hand in his pocket and the other holding his drink as he whistled a tune you couldn’t quite place. Sabrina fell into step beside you, her drink in hand.

“So,” Sabrina began, her tone casual but laced with curiosity, “what’d you think of PR class? Worth the hype?”

You shrugged, keeping your response neutral. “It’s… interesting.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Liam called back, smirking over his shoulder. “Bet Rafe made it more ‘interesting,’ though.”

You felt your cheeks warm slightly but managed to keep your expression calm. “How’d you know he was there?”

Sabrina rolled her eyes dramatically. “Please. All the guys have each other's schedules memorized. It's borderline obsessive.”

Your eyebrows lifted as Liam laughed but didn’t deny it. “Rafe was… chatty.”

Sabrina laughed. “That’s one word for it. He can’t help himself sometimes.”

As you approached the quad, the sound of laughter and conversation grew louder. Brooke and Maddie were already sprawled on a large blanket under a massive oak tree, Maddie scrolling through her phone while Brooke gestured animatedly, mid-story. A few other students lingered nearby, their own little pockets of chatter blending into the atmosphere.

“There they are,” Liam announced, lifting his coffee as he waved. “The queens of the quad.”

Brooke’s head snapped up at the sound of his voice, her face lighting up as she spotted you. “Finally!” she called out, her voice carrying across the lawn. “We were starting to think you ditched us.”

“Never,” Sabrina replied as the three of you reached the blanket. “We had to fuel up first.”

Brooke turned her attention to you, patting the spot beside her. “Come sit. We’re just planning tonight.”

“Tonight?” you asked, lowering yourself onto the blanket.

“The party at Beta,” Maddie said without looking up from her phone. “You’re coming, right?”

You raised an eyebrow, feigning indecision. “I don’t know. I’ve got a lot to do.”

Brooke gasped dramatically, clutching her chest like you’d just insulted her. “A lot to do? It’s your first day of classes! That’s practically a crime against fun.”

“It’s Beta’s first big party of the semester,” Sabrina added. “Basically a rite of passage.”

“And by ‘big,’ she means chaotic,” Liam chimed in, plopping onto the grass beside Maddie. “But, you know, in a good way.”

Brooke leaned in closer, her expression morphing into one of exaggerated pleading. “Please tell me you’re coming. It won’t be the same without you.”

You sighed, letting a small smile slip through. “I’ll think about it.”

Brooke’s grin widened triumphantly. “You’ll think about it,” she repeated, her tone teasing. “That’s code for yes.”

Before you could respond, a familiar voice cut through the chatter. “I hear we’re talking about a party.”

You turned to see Chase and Rafe approaching. Chase’s grin was wide and easy, the kind that could disarm anyone, while Rafe’s expression held its usual mix of amusement and judgment, his stride unhurried yet commanding. The two moved with the kind of assertiveness that turned heads without trying, their presence drawing the group’s attention almost instantly.

“Always,” Brooke gave a slow shrug, her grin widening mischievously. “And you’re both coming, obviously.”

Chase dropped onto the blanket beside her, his energy infectiously cheerful. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

Rafe lingered at the edge of the group for a moment, his gaze scanning the circle before settling briefly on you. Then, he sat down, “what about you?” he asked, his voice low and casual. “You going?”

“Still deciding,” you replied lightly, keeping your tone neutral.

Chase leaned forward. “Don’t let her fool you. She’s coming.”

“Bold assumption,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“Not an assumption,” Chase countered, his grin widening. “A prediction.”

Laughter rippled through the group, the easy banter flowing seamlessly. You let yourself relax slightly, the warmth of the moment grounding you even as you felt Rafe’s presence like white noise beside you. Your gaze flicked to him only once, but his attention had already shifted, his focus split between the conversation and whatever silent thoughts lingered behind his eyes.

As the group continued to talk about the party, you couldn’t ignore the way Rafe’s quiet confidence filled the space, unsettling and fascinating all at once. He didn’t need to dominate the conversation to make his presence known. It was in the way he leaned back, effortlessly commanding the moment, even when he was silent.

“Alright,” Brooke announced, clapping her hands together with finality. “So it’s settled. We’re all going, and we’re going to make it the best night ever.”

“I didn’t agree yet,” you teased, though your tone was playful, a subtle challenge in the words.

Brooke waved her hand dismissively. “Details. You’ll thank me later.”

You laughed, the sound blending into the chatter around you as the group shifted into easier conversations. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting the quad in a warm, golden light. It felt almost like one of those carefree moments you’d seen in movies, where the world seemed simpler, lighter. Almost.

For now, you let yourself settle into the moment, even as the undercurrent of your true purpose hummed beneath it all.

Brooke leaned back on her hands, her curls catching the golden light as she tilted her face toward the sun. “This is what college is supposed to be about,” she said with a content sigh. “Good weather, good company, and not a single textbook in sight.”

“Speak for yourself,” Maddie quipped, raising an eyebrow as she gestured to the pile of notes beside her. “Some of us actually care about passing our classes.”

Chase scoffed, leaning forward with an easy grin. “It’s literally the second week of classes. Relax, Hermione. You’ve got time.”

Maddie shot him a pointed look, though her lips twitched as if holding back a smile. “Some of us like to stay ahead. Not everyone can get by on charm and last-minute cramming.”

“Cramming is a skill,” Chase declared, pressing a hand to his chest like she’d wounded him. “It’s an art form, really.”

“Wait, didn’t Brooke say the exact same thing earlier?” Sabrina perked up, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

Maddie raised an eyebrow, glancing between Brooke and Chase with a sly smirk. “Wow. Maybe you two really are meant to be.”

Brooke froze for half a second before recovering with a dramatic groan. “Oh my god, Maddie, stop. That is not what I meant.”

Chase smirked, leaning back with a serious expression. “You hear that? She didn’t deny it. Sounds like someone’s got a serious crush.”

Brooke shot him a glare, her cheeks faintly pink. “Don’t flatter yourself. Just because we’ve been talking doesn’t mean I’m part of your fan club.”

“Oh, you’re definitely in the club,” Chase shot back with a wink. “You might even be president.”

Brooke stretched her arms above her head with a dramatic sigh, her voice light but edged with playfulness. “You wish.”

Before anyone could add more, Rafe, who had been silent until now, leaned forward slightly, his tone dry and sharp. “If this is your version of foreplay, it’s painful to watch.”

A ripple of laughter broke through the group, breaking the tension as Brooke turned toward him with an incredulous expression. “Oh, shut up,” she said, her tone exasperated but tinged with amusement.

Chase grinned as he gestured between himself and Brooke. “You know, this is why we’d never work, Brooke. Too much drama, not enough appreciation for my charm.”

Brooke scoffed, swiping her hand through the air like she was brushing him away. “Please. If anything, I’m doing you a favor just by being seen with you.”

“Oh, it’s a mutual favor,” Chase quipped. “Trust me.”

Brooke rolled her eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t get stuck. “Speaking of standards…” She emphasized before fiddling with her phone screen, the faint sounds of swiping and tapping filling the air as the others groaned preemptively.

“Here we go,” Liam muttered, shaking his head with mock despair.

“Patience,” Brooke said, holding up a finger as she turned the screen toward the group with a flourish. “Okay… what about this one?”

The phone’s screen displayed Braeden Lowe’s Instagram profile: a parade of gym mirror selfies, flexed biceps, and overly filtered vacation shots. His toothy grin practically screamed “wannabe influencer.”

Rafe groaned dramatically, leaning back on his elbows with an exaggerated wince. “God, Brooke. Even my thirteen-year-old sister wouldn’t give that guy a second glance.”

Brooke’s glare shot toward Rafe as she clutched her phone protectively. “You have no taste. Besides, I’m not asking for you.” She turned her gaze pointedly to you, her grin teetering on the edge of mischief. “What do you think? He’s your type, right?”

Your eyebrows shot up. “You’re asking me?”

“Of course!” Brooke’s tone was light but the twinkle in her eyes betrayed her intent. “Someone’s gotta find you a date, and clearly, I’m the most qualified.”

The group broke into grins and scattered chuckles, their amusement filling the space between you. Heat crept up your cheeks as you shook your head. “I don’t need a date, Brooke.”

“Oh, come on,” she whined, tilting her head with exaggerated drama. Her curls bounced as she grinned. “What’s the harm in a little fun? Live a little!”

Rafe snorted, his smirk widening as he gestured lazily toward the phone. “If this is Brooke’s idea of fun, I’m concerned for all of us.”

Laughter rippled through the group. You couldn’t suppress your grin, even as Brooke shot Rafe a withering glare. She snatched her phone back, brandishing it like a weapon. “You’re so predictable, Rafe. If you think you can do better, be my guest.”

Rafe relaxed into his spot, his smirk growing as if he’d been waiting for this opening all day. “Please. If I tried, it wouldn’t even be fair.”

“God forbid,” Maddie muttered, rolling her eyes as she stretched her legs out in front of her.

“Please don’t,” you interjected, your tone laced with mock alarm. “The last thing I need is Rafe Cameron picking anyone for me.”

“Why not?” Rafe countered smoothly, angling his head toward you with that maddening smirk. “I’ve got great taste.”

“Great taste in what?” Maddie asked flatly. “Flapjacks and trouble?”

Sabrina and Chase snorted, their laughter mingling as Brooke waved them off impatiently. “Come on. College is for having fun, and fun means romance. Don’t tell me you’re going to be the tragic single friend.”

You shook your head, trying to stop this before it spiraled into something unbearable. “No one needs to help with anything. I don’t need a—”

“Boyfriend?” Rafe cut in, his tone dripping with amusement. His blue eyes locked onto yours, daring you to take the bait.

You froze for a beat, your mind scrambling for a comeback that wouldn’t play directly into his hands. Of course, he’d jump in just to throw you off balance. These past couple of days have been like a game of tug-of-war with him, and the more you tried to steady yourself, the harder he pulled.

You pressed your lips together, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. “That’s not what I was going to say.”

“Right,” he said, dragging out the word. “I’m sure.”

You sighed, waving him off with a dismissive shake of your head. “Thanks, Brooke, but I think I’ll survive without your matchmaking services.”

“Single and thriving,” Sabrina chimed in, raising her drink like a toast. “Brooke, not everyone needs a boyfriend to complete their college experience.”

“Fine,” Brooke relented with a dramatic huff, flopping back onto the blanket. “But when you change your mind, don’t come crying to me.”

“If she changes her mind, she can come to me.” Liam grinned from across the circle, wagging his brows in exaggerated hopefulness.

“Dream on, Liam,” Maddie shot back, shoving his shoulder hard enough to make him laugh and nearly spill his own drink.

The group’s banter dissolved into smaller conversations, the air light with their laughter. You let yourself relax slightly, slipping into the rhythm of their chatter. It was easier this way, listening from the edges, laughing when appropriate, and staying out of the spotlight. It kept the focus off you, which was exactly what you wanted.

Except Rafe wasn’t letting that happen.

His gaze lingered, sharp and steady, even as the others’ attention shifted elsewhere. When you glanced his way, his smirk softened into something subtler, his eyes assessing. It was unnerving, the way he seemed to notice too much, like he was trying to piece together a puzzle you hadn’t even known you’d left scattered.

“What about you?” he asked suddenly, his voice cutting through the surrounding noise. “No boyfriend back home?”

The question caught you off guard, your hesitation betraying a flicker of surprise. His smirk deepened at the pause, a glimmer of triumph sparking in his eyes like he’d just gained the upper hand.

Little did he know, that pause wasn’t hesitation; it was calculation. His quick quip had only confirmed one thing: he was playing the game exactly as you wanted him to.

“No,” you said firmly, refusing to let the silence stretch any longer. “No boyfriend.”

“Interesting,” he murmured, his tone casual, though his gaze suggested he was testing the waters, waiting to see if you’d flinch.

But you weren’t about to let him think he’d rattled you.

You looked away, focusing on Brooke instead as she picked up her phone and waved it in Rafe’s direction. “See? You should be thanking me. I’m just trying to help.”

Rafe scoffed, the smirk creeping back onto his face. “You’re not helping anyone with that lineup, Brooke. Try harder.”

Her jaw dropped in mock offense. “Okay, that’s it. You’re banned from giving opinions.”

“Good luck enforcing that,” he shot back with a grin.

The group laughed. Around you, students lounged on blankets, paging through notes or simply soaking in the sun. It was the kind of scene that should have felt idyllic. Carefree. But the weight in your chest wouldn’t let you fully sink into the moment.

Every time Rafe’s gaze landed on you, it felt like the walls were inching closer, pressing in on all sides. He watched too closely, noticed too much.

“Don’t tell me you’re zoning out already,” Brooke teased, nudging your arm. “It’s not even midterms yet.”

Her words snapped you back into focus. You managed a small smile. “Sorry. Just thinking.”

“Dangerous pastime,” Rafe quipped, his smirk curling once again. He sat up slightly, his posture shifting from relaxed to alert. “You sure you’re not plotting something over there?”

You rolled your eyes, forcing a laugh. “Always. Can’t help myself.”

“You’ve got that look,” Chase added, gesturing vaguely toward you. “You know, like you’re solving the mysteries of the universe or something.”

Before you could respond, Rafe tilted his head, studying you more closely. “Seriously, though. You good?”

The shift in his tone threw you. It wasn’t soft, not exactly, but it lacked his usual playful bite. His smirk had faded into something subtler, almost... curious. Like he was genuinely asking.

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, nodding to punctuate your words. “Just... tired.”

For a moment, he didn’t reply, his gaze flicking over your face as if weighing your answer. Then, just as easily, his smirk returned. He leaned back on his hands, his posture lazy once more. “Good,” he said simply, his tone dismissive, as though closing the conversation.

Brooke’s phone buzzed from where it lay in the grass, pulling the group’s attention back. She groaned, picking it up and waving it in the air like a flag of defeat. “Okay, someone else can take over. Clearly, my taste isn’t appreciated.”

“Maybe you should let her pick her own boyfriend,” Rafe quipped, tossing you a glance that felt sharper than it should’ve.

The group laughed, the moment dissolving into more teasing and chatter until the sharp trill of a ringing phone cut through the noise. Everyone instinctively glanced at their devices.

“It’s me,” you murmured, a mix of relief and dread flooding you as you pulled your buzzing phone from your pocket. The screen displayed a stark “No Caller ID,” and your stomach sank like a heavy stone. That familiar block of text only ever meant one thing, and you’d been hoping to avoid it, at least for now.

You stood quickly, smoothing your shirt and offering a rushed excuse. “I’ll just be a second,” you said lightly, though you felt the weight of curious eyes as you stepped away.

Pressing the phone to your ear, you forced your voice to remain calm. “Hello?”

His response was immediate, clipped, and impersonal. “How’s everything looking?”

Your eyes closed briefly, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. How typical. Not a greeting, not even the pretense of concern. Just straight to business. “Fine,” you replied, keeping your tone as brisk as his. “It’s early, but everything is progressing as expected.”

“Good,” he said, his voice carrying the same detached authority it always did. “You’ll have more updates by the end of the week.”

It wasn’t a request, but you knew better than to push back. “Of course,” you said flatly. “I’m working on it.”

There was a pause on his end, brief but heavy, the kind that made you want to fill the silence just to escape the weight of it. But you didn’t. You knew the routine too well.

“When I say ‘progressing,’” he continued, his tone colder now, “I expect measurable results. Not vague reassurances.”

Your jaw tightened, but you kept your voice steady. “I’m handling it. You’ll get what you need.”

His sigh was barely audible, but you could picture it clearly. Him sitting at his pristine desk, lips pressed in a thin line, calculating as always. Likely already rifling through another case file, another project. “Good,” he said finally. “Because you can’t afford to screw this up. Neither can I.”

There it was. The reminder that you weren’t just representing yourself, you were representing him, his reputation, his legacy. It was always like this, a constant balancing act between proving your competence and falling short of expectations that always seemed impossible to meet.

You leaned against the trunk of a nearby tree, the bark rough under your palm as you steadied yourself. “I know what’s at stake,” you said evenly.

“Do you?” he shot back, his voice slicing through any lingering resolve. “Because if you did, I wouldn’t have to call and check in like this.”

Your stomach twisted, anger and hurt mixing into a cocktail you’d become all too familiar with. He didn’t trust you — not fully, not really. And maybe he never would, no matter how many times you executed flawlessly, no matter how many hoops you jumped through.

“I’ve got it under control,” you said firmly, your fingers tightening around the phone. “You don’t need to babysit me.”

Another pause, longer this time. You could almost hear the gears turning in his head, calculating the risk of letting you take the lead versus micromanaging. When he finally spoke, his tone was sharp and dismissive. “Then prove it.”

The call ended abruptly, the line going dead before you could reply. You lowered the phone slowly, staring at the blank screen as his words echoed in your mind.

He never said goodbye. He never said much of anything, really. Just orders and expectations, always dangling just out of reach like a carrot on a stick. You’d stopped hoping for more years ago.

As you slipped your phone back into your pocket, you let out a slow breath. You couldn’t let this rattle you. But the lump in your throat lingered, a reminder that no matter how far you went, no matter what you achieved, you were still chasing something you weren’t sure you’d ever catch.

When you turned back toward the group, their energy felt like it belonged to another world entirely. The laughter was a stark contrast to the weight still pressing against your chest. You moved toward them, forcing your steps to remain casual, your shoulders to relax, even as the tether of that phone call pulled tighter.

Of course, it had to be Rafe’s gaze that caught yours immediately. He didn’t say anything, but the way his eyes lingered made it clear he’d noticed the sudden shift in your expression. His sharp, discerning eyes seemed to pick at the seams of the mask you were holding in place.

“What was that about?” Brooke asked, tilting her head with a curious smile. Her voice was light, but her curiosity was genuine.

“Nothing important,” you said quickly, shaking your head as you eased back onto the grass. “Just family checking in. You know how parents are.”

Brooke’s curiosity flickered for a moment, but she didn’t press. Before she could pivot the conversation, Rafe’s voice cut in, laced with curiosity but edged with something else you couldn’t quite place.

“Seemed tense.”

His usual smirk was gone now, replaced by a look that made your skin prickle. It wasn’t soft, Rafe Cameron didn’t do soft, but it carried a weight that left you uneasy. His tone wasn’t quite prying, but it felt like he was looking for the cracks.

Sabrina nudged him with her elbow, her tone light as she chided, “Don’t be nosy.” There was amusement in her voice, but not enough to ease the tension winding tighter in your chest.

The weight in your body increased tenfold, everything suddenly feeling heavier, sharper. You forced a small smile, adjusting the strap of your bag over your shoulder as you stood. “I just remembered I need to drop some things off at the administration office. I’ll catch up with you guys later, okay?”

Brooke pouted, her bottom lip sticking out in an exaggerated frown. “But we were just getting to the good part!”

“It’ll have to wait,” you replied lightly, though your voice sounded strained in your own ears.

The others nodded, letting you slip away without too many questions. Brooke’s attention, thankfully, quickly shifted back to the group, and their conversation resumed.

The quad stretched out before you, still buzzing with its lively energy as you walked away, but the laughter and sunlight felt distant. Each step carried you further from the group, yet the weight in your chest refused to lift. You rolled your shoulders back, trying to shake the lingering discomfort, but it clung stubbornly, an unwelcome echo of the phone call.

Thankfully, with each step, the air began to feel lighter, the distance between you and the group growing wider. But even as you moved further away, the flicker of his face lingered in your mind. Not as a point of intrigue, but as a reminder: Rafe Cameron got everything he ever wanted.

And maybe that was why you didn’t like him. Because you never had.

A childhood that was spent under a microscope, every move dictated, every choice already made. Your father had ensured there was no room for rebellion or freedom, no time to breathe or dream of something different.

While Rafe had likely been breezing through his teenage years on a tide of parties and privilege, you were memorizing ciphers and learning to silence every part of yourself that wasn’t useful. You’d been shaped, molded, and stripped of the very things he took for granted.

He was the kind of person who existed with ease, who took up space as if the world owed it to him. And maybe, in a way, it did.

But this was one round he wouldn’t win. Not with you.

The thought steadied you, a sharp contrast to the unease that had been clawing at your chest. Let him smirk, let him watch. Whatever he thought he was playing at, let him keep playing. Because he didn’t know the rules. He didn’t even know the game.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, pulling you from your thoughts. You hesitated for a moment before pulling it out, the screen glowing in the fading sunlight.

unknown: Hope to see you tonight.

You stared at the words, your pulse quickening slightly. Not from fear, but from something harder to name. The message wasn’t signed, but something about it felt deliberate. Intentional.

You let the weight of the text settle, your mind flickering to Rafe almost instinctively. It felt like his kind of move. Subtle but strategic, designed to test you. A flicker of a smirk tugged at your lips before you shoved the phone back into your pocket.

If it was him, it meant he thought he had the upper hand.

But then again, you’d already set the board.

divider: @adornedwithlight

a/n: i've had a couple people ask to be tagged so if you'd also like to be, feel free to comment and lmk!

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #outer banks #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron x you #rafe obx #rafe cameron au #rafe cameron fanfiction

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I haven’t been able to write or draw much due to school and I won’t be able to write or draw much for the next few weeks due to finals, so here are some more random aspects of the revamp au with no context:

1. Raven actually had 3 separate roommates before Cedar in first year. In order they were Duchess, Helga, and Witchy Brew. Duchess immediately demanded a room change on move in day and was granted one as her grandmother made a big scene over how it was insane the school would put the Princess of a kingdom that was targeted so terribly by the Evil Queen in the same room as her spawn. Helga lasted the longest, at 3 months and 1 week on the dot; she claimed to be ok with it since living with a witch would give her an “insight into the minds of the beasts she’s born to hunt” but ended up moving out after claiming that Raven had done something horrid and was “no mere witch, but a demon”. Raven, for her part, has no clue what incident Helga might possibly be referring to as she spent those 3 months avoiding her roommate like the plague. Witchy and Raven were put together after that since Witchy was an older student in the villain track, with the thought process being that nothing Raven could do would scare or unnerve another witch that already had a year of practice on her, but she ended up lasting just a day and a half. This is because Raven found Witchy crying and she confided that she missed her old roommate Charity Charming, as they’re good friends but don’t get to see each other during the day at all due to villains and princesses not having many classes together. With Witchy’s permission Raven cursed her, thus giving her an excuse to request a roommate change. It finally ended when Cedar volunteered to be Ravens roommate a day later, both in part out of a feeling of responsibility and in part to get away from Duchess who was using her curse to never lie to get gossip. She thought rooming with Raven would be nightmare, but in the end found that she couldn’t come up with a single idea for why everyone else had moved out.

2. The daughters of Snow White and Rose Red from the fairytale Snow White and rose red just graduated from ever after high in Apple and Ravens first year. Primrose White has a friends/mentorship thing going on with Apple due to them bonding over sharing the Snow-White name, but Rosie Red despises Apple because she won the Royal Student council presidency in her freshman year when Rosie was running as a senior. Apple has no idea about this and still believes that the three are all great friends. this is in part because Primrose, in the time-honored tradition of siblings-purposely-annoying-other-siblings everywhere, would Invite Apple to sit with them at lunch to discuss Princessology just so she could see Rosie glower at her from across the table, because while Rosie may not like Apple she would never be so cruel as to tell Apple that she didn't like her to her face, nor dumb enough to do it in a public area where everyone could hear her opinions on the future fairest of them all. Apple still sends Primrose and Rosie birthday presents and holiday cards and the like. Rosie seethes every time she gets one and Primrose finds it hilarious.

3. The merry men all have to take the first 2 years of villainy courses due to them having to break many laws like theft and illegal kingdom entry and the like. Sparrow was almost banned from taking it his second year as Grimm was worried that he was too into the villainy classes and wasn't treating his heroics courses with as much effort. He managed to convince him to let him stay, but only after spinning a yarn about needing to understand crime better to fulfill his destiny, and cramming big time for the heroics final so he could scrape by in that class with a C.

4. The dark forest and enchanted forest are not really fixed locations. rather, the dark forest and enchanted forest are two separate realms that each surround every kingdom, overlaying one another. think like the fey wild and shadow fell from dnd. you can technically enter either from any kingdom but it's much easier to enter certain ones from different locations; for example, you can technically see and enter the dark forest from the snow-white kingdom, but the general magic that inhabits that area is light magic, so when your there all you will see and interact with is enchanted forest, and you'd have to use a rather large amount of dark magic to tear a hole between the two realms just to access the dark forest. the same is true vice versa for the forest's surrounding evil kingdoms. Each forest is magical, and has little quirks based on the type of magic that affects it. for example, the enchanted forest is very easy to map out, magically keeps the trails travelers made between villages and kingdoms well maintained and often has springs of fresh water that appear when one would most need it. Meanwhile, the dark forest seems to change its layout without reason over periods of time, has large stretches of area where the trees grow so tall you can't even see the sky, and often tries to grow into and over trails and villages. this can be mitigated given enough effort and magic, but it still makes it a pretty hostile place to live. The two forest do have several crossing spots, called bridges, where you can cross from one forest to the next without needing magic to do so. One of these bridges is famous for being the one Snow White has to go through to reach the dwarves cottage; it's got a gift shop and photo booth for visitors.

5. just because a village or kingdom is in the dark or enchanted forest doesn't necessarily mean it's good or bad. hoods hollow is in the dark forest, while the beanstalk for the land of giants is in the enchanted forest.

6. Several characters have "magic touches" that are vague, not actually magic, or are things everyone with magic should logically be able to do with a bit of effort. therefore, I have changed a few for this au: Dexter's power is not just girls swooning when he takes off his glasses but also being able to see through enchantments, Farrah (who is the blue fairy's daughter in this au as were going with the tree-mother version of Cinderella) has the ability to enter others dreams with little effort, and Ginger can grant her baked creations life like she did with her fish Jelly.

7. Grimm, Faybelle, and Madame Yaga are all trying to push Ginger to do more evil with the last one, as so far all she has done is make gummy fish for her aquarium; Faybelle wants to see if they could get an industrial sized oven so Ginger can make an army of life-sized gingerbread men. Gingers not as enthused by the prospect.

that's all for now, I hope the semester ends both swiftly and painlessly for both me and anyone else in school right now, thanks for reading!

#eah au #ever after high #ramblesrevamp #eah

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curi0us-gh0st · 2 years ago

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(Im)Perfect Relationship (H. Do-yeong & J. Jae-jun)

pairings: Ha Do-yeong x Fem!Reader, Jeon Jae-jun x Fem!Reader

word count: 1495

request: yes, marked at the end.

genre: smut

warnings: soft > hard (Jae-jun), grinding, riding, marking, exhibitionism, animal names, anal, breeding, spanking, pulling. soft (Do-yeong), fingering, sucking, aftercare, daddy kink, blowjob, lingerie, toys and inverse dynamics.

a/n: I managed to finish it today, I hope you like it ♡♡♡

part 1 / part 2 (smut)

Jeon Jae-jun

★ Jae-jun, at the beginning of your relationship, he thought about taking it slow, after presenting you with bouquets of flowers, expensive gifts and chocolate, he invited you to dinner, which went smoothly over him wanting to get to know you more. He paid the bill and said he would take you home, and he did so, when he was in front of your house, staying silent thinking if he should thank you, when you looked at him, he pulled you in for a kiss, a little rough but soft. . He had his hand on the side of your face, as your lips danced together and he slid his tongue in, the heat rising between you and you pushed him away for lack of air, with red cheeks and bruised lips.

★ When Jae-jun thought he was going to be scolded, but he was in his room with you on top of him, devouring his lips without any pity, biting and pulling his lower lip, scratching his neck and pulling some strands of his hair, which he let go I sigh as you began to move on his lap with your clothes still on. He felt your wetness through the clothes you wore, as he tried to push you to pull your damn dress.

★ He would let you control him until his peak, riding his thick and big dick, filling your insides completely, feeling him kiss your cervix, your nails were digging into his shoulder, while he held your waist and helped you , marking his neck, his collarbone and his breasts — which were jumping in his face while he drooled just watching.

★ His dick pulsed inside you as he groaned, arching his back, throwing his head back, coming down from your high. He let you calm down, you looking at him, eyes dark, strands stuck to your forehead, cheeks red, lips bruised. His eyes shining as he saw your shy smile, a slutty smile appearing on his face, quickly lifting you up and laying you down on your couch.

★ Devouring her lips again, pushing slow and deep, hitting her insides as he kissed her lips and neck, increasing his movements with her requests and his own need to release, the couch creaking as her moans filled the room, the heat rising, his hands under his t-shirt, scratching his back, your legs wrapping around his waist so he pushed deeper until you reached another orgasm, he withdrew and pumped his cock to cum on your abdomen.

★ Exerbionism; He would love to tease you at events where you were together, pulling you to have sex in a room or a bathroom stall at the party, pushing you non-stop and telling you to moan loudly so everyone could know who you are.

★ Animal names; He would be the type to call you a princess, a doll and a sweetheart at first, and then call you a slut, a whore and a little whore. "Come on, doll, you're almost there. Come on my dick.", "Look, rubbing yourself like a prostitute wanting more of my dick" — logically, dirty conversations, too dirty for you to cum right away or get excited.

★ Anal; This happened due to curiosity and the immense desire to fill all her holes. You're crammed in as he pounds your pussy from behind, two of his fingers roaming your little hole, until he sucks his own fingers and sticks them inside your ass, even though you're begging him not to, that night, you were fucked until your brain melting as you drool on the bed sheets.

★ Procreation; Along with exerbionism, that would be the reward (?), cumming over and over inside you while saying that your pussy was his and you would carry his children, or that he was his cum holder, filling your pussy and ass, pushing with his fingers when they were leaking even wearing panties ruined with his sperm.

★ Spanking & Pulling; His intention was never to hurt you but with your ass and his pelvis slamming, your ass swinging in the air, he had to hit it and leave his handprint on it until it was red and sore. His hair would be pulled while they were in the bathroom at a party so he could mark your neck and shoulder, he would pull the nipples of your breasts to make them sensitive while he was teasing you and causing you to overstimulate.

Ha Do-yeong

★ When he kissed you, he couldn't leave your lips, devouring your lips until they were red and swollen, pulling you into his lap and taking you to his room, kissing your chin, neck and shoulder, open mouth kisses, hickeys and kisses, so soft~

★ When Do-yeong had his hand walking under your nightshirt, he would look at it to ask for your permission, when he received it, he would take off your clothes, one by one, until you were naked, then he would do the same. Kissing her bust, abdomen and groping her breasts, making them hard while he heard her soft moans.

★ He would touch your pussy, already drooling for him, his rough and thick fingers, stimulating your clitoris, teasing your slit, while listening to your pleas, inserting them to prepare you for his cock, going deep, feeling your walls squeeze his fingers, so tight.

★ Fingering and sucking your pussy until you squirmed, cumming on his fingers and in his mouth as you called out to him. He got up to kiss you again, as he prepared to enter you with his fat cock, filling your tight hole, you crushed him, moaning just at the feeling of him pulsing inside you.

★ He would start slow, deep and slow, until you got used to it and started pounding your pussy faster, as you moaned while holding him close to you, him kissing you so as not to wake Ye-sol with your moans. Continuing until you came on his dick and he came inside you after saying he was taking medication, waiting for you to come down from your high to get out and clean you with a damp towel, he would kiss you, tell you that you were good and take you to the bathroom to clean themselves up.

★ Daddy Kink & Breeding; He would definitely feel weak while you were fucking in his room and you let out a "daddy", he would blush and smile smugly before starting to fuck you harder and saying that you are his little girl, teasing him with his new animal name you gave him. "Daddy, huh? You want daddy's sperm? Daddy will fill your little girl how she likes.", "Will you want to get pregnant by your daddy? Carry my children? I'll give you whatever you want, princess."

★ Fingering & Overstimulation; Before any sex, he would touch you, playing with your pussy until it gets messy, enjoying hearing your sly and needy moans, making you cum several times on his fingers before he introduces his cock that you had been begging for since the beginning of the session.

★ Blowjob; When you would visit him at his work, in tight and short clothes, he wouldn't let you go until you sucked his dick, letting him cum in your mouth and face for teasing him in such a way in a formal place. If he was working too much while he was at home, not paying attention to you and Ye-sol, you would go to his office and let him use his throat as a toy for him to relax in addition to waking him up to leave the room.

★ Clothing & Toys; Every month you would go to a lingerie store, he would choose one or two in particular for you to wear when you were with him, lace, satin, white, red or pink, to create an innocent and sweet aura. The sexy shop would be for both, vibrators and dildos, lubricants and even some costumes, he would be the type to let you play with him, but would also play with you.

★ Inverse dynamics; If he was full-headed and irritated, asking for a release, you would leave your role as baby to assume your role as wife. He would let you masturbate him with your hand, your breasts or the vibrator, if he was too needy he would even let you play with his tight little hole, letting you fuck him with a strap on, or dildo, he would let you play with him until he crying because I was so excited. In the end, laughing and saying that you were awesome taking charge, he would kiss you and ask if you needed a release, if you refused, he would ask to take a shower with you, if you accepted, he would find the strength to make you cum that night . When it was over, they would be cuddling in the bathtub, almost asleep in each other's arms.

tag: @classydelusionflower

#👻 gh0st headcanons !#kdrama #kdrama fic #the glory #ha do yeong #ha doyeong x reader #jeon jae jun #jeon jaejun x reader

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angelicchris · 5 months ago

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vienna waits for you | sturniolo triplets

in which ₊˚ the triplets discover what truly waits for them.

˖⋆࿐໋ nostalgia will be the death of us ࿐໋⋆˖

slow down, you crazy child

you’re so ambitious for a juvenile

ever since they were children, nick, matt and chris found themselves at the center of attention of every situation they landed themselves in. this was mainly thanks to the trio being triplets, but there was also some undeniable attraction that drew people to them. along with this attraction, came the desire for more.

but then if you’re so smart

then tell me, why are you still so afraid?

it had all started with simple home-made videos, that, in retrospect, were quite childish, but everyone starts somewhere, right? they would find themselves filming random moments of their day-to-day lives—chris doing archery, nick lipsyncing random songs he liked, matt making vines.

this love for filming, however, suddenly seized. the triplets knew, deep down, that this abrupt halt was due to their fear of others making fun of them. they had tried to convince themselves that they didn’t care about the opinions of others, and the jealousy that clawed at them from their classmates, but they were undeniably afraid.

where’s the fire? what’s the hurry about?

suddenly, the world felt as if it had stopped spinning, everything crashing down on its axis. a worldwide pandemic. schools were closed, people were laid off, and, to make matters worse, their fucking house caught on fire. suddenly, their family of six was crammed into a tiny apartment, barely even suitable for three people. tensions began to rise within the tight constraints of their newfound living situation—nick was isolating himself, chris and matt were constantly bickering with one another, and their parents were stressed with trying to repair the damages to their childhood home. on top of all that, the triplets were now expected to decide—at the ripe age of sixteen—what they wanted to do for the rest of their lives. to be completely honest, the thought of this freaked the three out, even if they wouldn’t admit it. they had been working at starmarket for a little over two years now, but, did they really want to be stuck working at a grocery store for the rest of their lives?

suddenly, like a telepathic lightbulb illuminating in their minds, the triplets thought about their childhood dream of becoming youtubers. this dream—which had felt so out-of-reach due to their fear of failure and embarrassment, suddenly presented itself as a mere ticket to success, to happiness, if it actually worked out for them. nobody could really make fun of them at school anymore, and, anyway, they would soon graduate. what was the worst that could happen?

you better cool it off before you slow it down

it had started off simple—filming videos of themselves discussing random topics in their car during the late hours of darkness. they uploaded consistently, as filming was one of their only escapes from their crammed apartment, and offered them a release from their overcrowding walls of worry. the joy they would feel while filming became even better when their viewers would comment about how much the three would make them laugh. and, making others feel happy, felt really good.

you've got so much to do

but only so many hours in a day

things then began to escalate. clips from their videos were regularly going viral on tiktok, and their views and subscribers were increasing at dramatic rates that they couldn’t even begin to wrap their heads around. this increase in popularity offered them more motivation. they had bought a new pc, a new camera, they were brainstorming new video ideas, streaming on twitch weekly. things were going well.

but you know that when the truth is told

that you can get what you want or you can just get old

shortly after graduation, they found themselves moving to los angeles. the direction their lives had taken was strange, and quite abrupt, to be frank. their classmates were all going off to college, but, they were focusing on youtube. it had felt strange, but they knew that this was what they had always wanted. los angeles provided them with more opportunities for growth—they had a merch team, a tour in-the-works, collaborations with other influencers—but it still felt off.

the triplets found themselves unable to stay in la for longer than a month at a time, always travelling back to boston to be with their family. boston, which offered them the familiarity of childhood, of family, stood out from la in every aspect. this homesickness will soon pass, they had reassured themselves.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

you've got your passion, you've got your pride

but don't you know that only fools are satisfied?

they couldn’t pinpoint exactly when their jobs had turned from something enjoyable to something that they needed to stay employed, but it was obvious to everyone—them, and their fans. videos became shorter, less planned-out. their podcast, which they had been looking forward to for a year, ended a few months after starting. their three uploads a week slowly turned into two, then one, as the loss of wednesday videos followed the podcast episodes shortly thereafter. tiktoks became uninteresting to post. twitch streams became long and tedious. the triplets hated to admit it, but their attitudes had changed, drastically, since moving to la.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

slow down, you crazy child

and take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while

the moment that their fans had been dreading, anticipating, had finally arrived. the triplets announced that they would be taking a break from social media. social media—which was their job, and once their form of happiness—had grown into an impeding existence that hovered over the trio. once they had enough to live comfortably without having to rely on exhausting themselves as a means of survival, they fled.

it’s all right, you can afford to lose a day or two

their youtube page became a capsule of time. their instagram and tiktok accounts were left abandoned. their personal projects were still striving, as their passion for this remained, despite having faltered slightly. days had grown into weeks, weeks growing into months—the aspect of a year, or maybe even more—nearing as the passing days strewn together. the sturniolo triplets had left behind what once was their dream.

when will you realize vienna waits for you?

and, despite having reached everything they had dreamed of, the three brothers found themselves silently longing for the old days of innocence, before fame was a weight they were unable of lifting off their shoulders.

notes ⋆. 𐙚 ₊˚

boston is vienna for the triplets if it wasn’t obvious

i didn’t end up using every lyric, that’s why some are separated by a breaker ᡣ𐭩

a lot of this is inspired by their podcast x

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calciumcryptid · 11 months ago

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We Are the Series but Omegaverse Because I Have Opinions™

BEGINNING NOTES:

I haven't read the novel.

This follows my own personal interpretation of the omegaverse.

The characters don't have a scent kink, but the author sure does.

PHUMPEEM

Phum is an omega.

He smells like roses, vanilla, and musk.

Peem is an alpha.

He smells like sea salt, ambrette seeds, and sage (the sea shore).

Phum presented as an omega while he was in another country. Everyone thought he was an alpha like his two older brothers. This delayed his return to Thailand. When he returned home, he crammed his scent under scent blockers. On a typical day, he passes as a beta, and on a good day, he passes as an alpha.

By the start of the series, the only people outside his immediate family who know he is an omega are Toey (who sniffed him out), Beer (who Phum told), and Mick (who wasn't told, but made an educated guess).

By the end of the series, Phum stops using his scent blockers around the group. By graduation, he stops using scent blockers altogether.

As Phum's narrative foil, Peem has no problem with his scent. He was raised in a supportive family and a strong platonic pack.

This may come as a surprise, but their storyline doesn't change until the Volunteer Camp Arc.

Due to PhumPeem's odd mating dance, their biology was very confused about whether or not they were mates. To play it safe, their biology started to view the other as their mate.

Omegas are known for getting territorial (aka, power-boosted) when protecting their packs and mates.

This resulted in Phum nearly throwing hands with Kluen, barely circumvented by TanFang's interference. Fang took Phum aside to calm him down. When Peem heard, he started to freak out about letting his mate feel threatened. This was when their friends realized something more had been going on between them, and they encouraged them to talk it out before someone got hurt.

They are officially dating/courting by the end of camp.

Afterward, Phum takes permanent residence in Peem's lap.

They mated before they got married.

QTOEY

Q is an alpha.

He smells like cedarwood (pencils), oakwood moss, and amber.

Toey is an omega.

He smells like milk, coffee, and sugar (yes, a milk frappe)

Q has a weird relationship with his second gender.

He doesn't hate being an alpha, but people weirdly fixate on it to an uncomfortable extent. Many were displeased when he wanted to pursue art because they thought he should pursue something more alpha-like. Q hates it when he plays into textbook alpha behavior. His friends figured this out, and don't comment on it.

Q was a lone wolf in high school until Peem leaned over during an art elective to ask him a question. Q was (platonically) attracted to Peem's chill vibes, and the rest is history.

Asexual people don't have ruts/heats.

Aromantic people don't have scents.

Aromantic Asexual people don't have either.

However, demiromantic people gain a scent once they are romantically attracted to someone. Demisexual people gain a heat/rut cycle once they are sexually attracted to someone.

Before he started university, Q developed his scent. His friends noticed before he did, and everyone was confused.

Unfortunately, Toey got the worse end of the stick. He went into his first heat late into high school. His omega instincts kicked in and guided him to the nearest omega.

That was Phum.

This is why Toey knows Phum is an omega, and why Phum and Fang protected Toey.

In a twist of fate, scents save the day as QToey started to date earlier than canon because Q connected the scent on the post-it notes to Toey.

They were the first ones to have a pup.

TANFANG

Fang is an alpha.

He smells like amber, vanilla, and musk.

Tan is an alpha.

He smells like mandarin orange, mint, and mugwort.

Instead of punching each other, they got into a full-on brawl.

In high school, Tan was a textbook alpha who was overcompensating. When Pun said he felt unsafe around him he realized he was going off the deep end. The day he left that hangout was the day he saw Fang and Phum.

Fang knew about his affection for Tan; however, he valued his parents' love more. He believed if he entered a relationship with another alpha, he would be considered a failure.

Between high school and university, they both tried dating omegas. It didn't work. They were ruined for anyone else.

When canon rolled around, Fang realized his love for Phum outweighed any love he held for their parents (though he was in the process of letting go), but believed he missed his chance at happiness because he was a coward.

He nearly confessed first when he reunited with Tan.

He nearly cried when Tan confessed his feelings.

Fang keeps his relationship hidden from his parents. He plans for them to find out when their marriage is finalized and they've adopted their second child.

On a side note, I've decided Tan has a lesbian alpha/omega couple as his parents. One is an alpha lawyer, and the other is an omega mechanic. They love Fang dearly, and Fang gets his turn to cry over familial affection.

They're always bathed in each other's scent, to the point people meeting them for the first time get confused on whose scent is whose or what their scents actually are.

Fuck Head Alpha and Head Omega, this pack has two Head Alphas and people get very intimidated about this fact.

CHAINPUN

Chain is a beta.

He smells like mint (toothpaste).

Betas have weaker one-note scents.

Pun is an omega.

He smells like juniper berry, saffron, and seamoss (penguins).

The two had been courting/dating since high school without realizing it. This was a point of suffering for their pack.

Chain: I don't understand why people keep breaking up with me?

Pun, laying next to him in his nest which Chain helped him make: Yeah. I don't know why either. You are a catch. :D

Chain gifted Pun a penguin plushies he keeps in his nest.

Chain: Ah yes, me, my mate, and his six-foot penguin plushie.

They mated before they got married.

Apparently, exhibitionists. Good for them.

They are the second ones to have a pup.

MICKMATT

Mick is an alpha.

He smells like smoked cedar, oud embers, and vetiver.

Matt is a beta.

He smells like fruity cereal.

They met online before they met in-person.

Matt when he learns Toey studied art because of an alpha: That isn't very omega rights of you.

As previously mentioned, Mick guessed Phum was an omega.

Mick: Oh, are you worried about telling Peem you are an omega?

Phum and Beer: You know???

Mick: Yeah. :D

BONUS: BEER

Beer is an alpha.

Fortunately, he doesn't smell like beer (like piss).

He smells like grapefruit, lavender, and silver birch.

He needs a vacation.

#omegaverse #phumpeem #qtoey #tanfang #chainpun #mickmatt #we are #we are series #we are the series

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ofironandivory · 15 days ago

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Your F/O respects your identity, regardless of your presentation

❤️ If you're unable to change your presentation due to safety concerns, your F/O will always support you however they're able to. They'll never misgender or mislabel you, but they won't put you into a position of risk either

🐇 If you're unable to change your presentation due to the lack of acceptance of your peers, your F/O will make sure you know that they see you, for who you really are. They'll remind you that one day you'll be able to freely be yourself and from now until then, they'll be by your side every step of the way

❤️ If you're unable to change your presentation due to lack of access to resources, your F/O will still do what they can to help you feel comfortable in your skin! They'll get you reaffirming clothes, use your names; before you're able to change your documents, and they'll be more than happy to show you off whenever possible

🐇 And if there's any other reason why you're unable to change your presentation, just know that your F/O will always be your biggest supporter! You don't need to prove yourself to anyone, especially not to those who add no value to your life, so rest your heart in the safety your F/O provides you

❤️ If you simply don't wish to change your presentation to begin with, your F/O is all for it! There's no reason to shove yourself into crammed boxes and expectations just for the sake of labels. You're what you identify as simply because you know yourself better than anyone else!

🐇 Your F/O is proud of you, no matter where you may be with your presentation! Just like how they were proud of you yesterday and how they'll be proud of you for the rest of your lives!

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killersfool · 9 months ago

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Medicine | RYAN MCMAHON

PAIRING: ryan mcmahon x original f!character

GENRE: romantic tension

SUMMARY: ryan - after the collapse of 'inhaler' and first year at TCD - is entering his second year of med school and meets a strange fresher who he desperately wants to get to know

WORDS: 5.5k

WARNINGS: swearing, alcohol use, smoking

Trinity college Dublin was not at all how Ryan expected. The first week's workload was like a punch in the stomach compared to his work last year. First year had been a nightmare, truly, but second year was on a whole other level. He had this sneaking feeling that the medicine course would go easy on him, that immunology and histology were a thing of the past. But as his eyes fixated on his timetable for the week, eyebags sunken and mouth dry as he pressed his back against the wall in the library, he couldn't help but suck in an anxious breath.

Josh had messaged him a few hours ago, seemingly in a similar state of confusion — well you couldn't be too confused, they had both signed up for the course with the most contact hours per week and a workload that could leave you in tears.

A slight jealousy was the first pang in his chest at the sight of all the fresher's, naïve and blissfully unaware of all the hell that was soon to ensue. He looked out of the library window to see the influx of students. He could easily spot the medics. Huddled around the Med society pitcher, they weren't too hard to find. Each with their new stethoscopes and shiny shoes, all signing down their names for new societies, he banged his head against the window, part of him wanted it to shatter, to cause a scene, but he valued this future too highly. Being a doctor was all he wanted. After the failure that his band endured, he wanted to prove himself to everyone. He wanted his parents to be proud of him. Now, he had the chance. He needed to get on with his work and think about the final outcome. He needed to stop chewing on the past and focusing intently on the present. Second year anatomy would surely kill him but he knew he had to prod on, or he'd be wishing in a few weeks time that it hadn't piled up.

He had an essay due for Monday. He looked at the word document. Fifty words out of one thousand. It was Sunday evening. Maybe today called for an all nighter.

So he left the library with one thing on his mind. Find some caffeine, find a quiet space and get this essay done in as little time as possible.

He made his way through Dublin, his final destination was a corner shop which was quite the dump. The lightbulb had almost fallen of the hinges and was illuminating the room with flickers of a mellow light. He shifted through the group of teenagers looking at sweets and glancing over at the Vodka, probably resisting the urge to leap over the counter and run with it. Ryan's hand gripped the cool fridge door and he looked at himself in the glass. Pallid and tired. Corpse-like. He brushed away the insecurity that washed through him and grabbed two cans of red bull.

A sideways glance led him to look at a girl who was grabbing a few packs of cereal. She was wearing a 'Biosoc' hoodie (Trinity's medical society's merch) and oversized jeans that pooled over her Doc Martens. Typical fresher, Ryan grinned, thinking back to his first year self.

She was trying to decide between Cheerios and Coco Pops.

"I'd go for the Coco Pops." Ryan pointed at the bright yellow packaging, closing the fridge as he turned to face her. His eyes were still pressed upon her braided hair. "They'll stop you from wanting to kill yourself when you're cramming at 3am."

The girl froze, then slowly turned to face him, her eyes wide and startled. She hesitated, frowning slightly as she looked him up and down, clearly unsure whether to laugh or be concerned. "Is it really that bad?"

Ryan chuckled, though there was no humor in it. "Worse. They'll chew you up and spit you out. But hey, at least you'll look good doing it with your shiny stethoscope." He gestured lazily toward her hoodie, his gaze sharp and jaded.

The girl bit her lip, glancing back at the cereal shelf, then at Ryan. She put the Cheerios back, choosing the Coco Pops as if his off-hand comment had made the decision for her. "I guess I'll take your word for it."

Ryan raised an eyebrow. "You'll be wishing you hadn't soon enough."

Her hand froze on the cereal box, and for a moment, she seemed to waver. But then something shifted in her expression. "Maybe. But at least I'm doing something that matters."

That struck a chord. His sarcastic smile faltered for a split second, but he quickly masked it, letting out a soft laugh. "Yeah, keep telling yourself that. You'll need the delusion to get through first year. And second year. And basically the whole course."

The girl didn't respond immediately, her gaze flickering over his face as if trying to read him. "Why are you still here then? If it's so miserable."

Ryan felt his jaw clench. He wasn't in the mood for a heart-to-heart with a stranger in a dingy corner shop, but something in her tone got under his skin. "Because I don't quit," he said sharply, almost snapping. The tiredness was taking its toll. He instantly regretted how rude he sounded and looked to the side then back at her.

She held his gaze for a moment, something unreadable passing between them. Then she shrugged, breaking the tension. "Well, I guess I'll see you in the library at 3 a.m. then."

Ryan watched her turn and walk toward the counter, the cereal box tucked under her arm. He didn't reply, just stood there, feeling a strange mix of frustration and... something else.

With a sigh, he grabbed his Red Bulls and followed her to the register. As he paid, he caught her glancing back at him, almost as if she wanted to say something more. But she didn't. Instead, she gave him a slight nod, grabbed her change, and disappeared into the night.

Ryan stood there for a moment longer, the weight of everything settling back onto his shoulders.

He had an essay to finish. But all he could think about was her question.

Why are you still here?

Ryan made his way back to the library, the girl's question still circling his mind. It wasn't like he hadn't thought about quitting before. There were nights where he'd lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if this was really worth it. Whether the hours of sleep lost going through ankis and doing questions were worth it. But each time, a voice in his head pushed him forward. He had to finish. He had to prove himself.

The library was a graveryeard now, the once-bustling late-night crowd reduced to a few souls hunched over their laptops, murmurs blending into the hum of fluorescent lights. Outside, the rain whispered against the windows, soft but steady, like the ticking of a clock winding down. Twenty-four hour libraries were a god send. Especially for the frazzled med students who were in here at least once a week. Ryan would probably win the award for most all nighters done throughout first year. He was pulling them almost every day during exam season. He hated to admit it but he was one of those people who worried too much about the possibilities of failure. He'd already failed once with his band. He didn't want to fail all over again. Especially after working so hard to even get into univeristy. Ryan found a corner, tucked away from conversations, set his Red Bulls on the desk, and opened his laptop. The blank screen stared back at him, mocking his lack of progress.

Fifty words out of a thousand.

He cracked open the first can, but instead of typing, his mind wandered back to the girl. Biosoc hoodie, Coco Pops, and that slight challenge in her voice when she asked why he was still here. There was something different about her, something that lingered even after she'd left. He wasn't usually one to think about girls. He kept telling himself he didn't have time for friendships and that falling in love would be the worst thing to ever happen to him. So he kept to himself most of the time. His only close friend was Josh who was quite the party animal. He was living life on the edge, in full sense of the phrase. He worked hard but he also balanced this with his love for clubbing. Ryan lived in a flat with Josh, another guy called Callum and Josh's girlfriend, Laura, who didn't actually pay rent but was always there.

Ryan wasn't in any societies other than the medicine one. Josh had told him countless times that he should join in some kind of band or orchestra to give him a way to destress. Ryan had told him that the drum kit in his room was enough. Once he'd finished his work for the day, he would either go for a long run through the park with his headphones on, Joy Division humming through his ears or would crash his drumsticks against the electric drumset in the corner of his room. This was enough to calm him down. But he did miss the feeling of making music with other people. He missed Elijah and Bobby a lot. Elijah was still at home trying to figure out what to do with himself. Ryan would visit him every now and then in Blackrock. It wasn't like how it was two years ago. It was quite sad. Bobby was all over the place, taking a trip across the world. It was hard to speak to him. It was rare for him to answer a phone call as timezones always made things difficult.

Another hour dragged by with little progress. Ryan's head was pounding, and the caffeine wasn't helping. It was making him feel ill. He needed air. He grabbed his jacket, shoved his laptop inro his bag, and headed outside, hoping a walk would clear his mind.

The cold night hit him as soon as he stepped out of the library. Luckily the rain had stopped now. Dublin was quiet, only the occasional taxi passing by, but as he turned the corner toward the river, he spotted someone sitting on a bench near the water. Familiar figure. Oversized hoodie.

The girl from the corner shop.

For a moment, Ryan hesitated. He could keep walking, avoid any awkward conversation. But something pulled him toward her. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was the fact that she'd gotten under his skin in a way that didn't happen often.

He walked over, hands shoved in his pockets. She didn't notice him at first, her attention fixed on the water, the soft glow of the streetlights reflecting off the surface.

"Couldn't sleep either?" Ryan asked, his voice cutting through the night like a dull blade.

She jumped slightly, turning to look at him. A hint of recognition flickered across her face. "Oh, hey. Yeah, I guess not. Just needed a break." Her breath fogged in the cold air, disappearing as quickly as it came.

Ryan nodded, sitting down on the other end of the bench, leaving a comfortable distance between them. They sat in silence for a moment, both staring out at the river. He wasn't sure what to say, but the quiet wasn't uncomfortable. It was calming, in a way.

"So, did the Coco Pops help?" Ryan asked, breaking the silence with a smirk.

She chuckled softly. "Still haven't eaten them. I guess you were right about the workload. I've been drowning in lectures since I've started. I thought Freshers week was all about partying and not giving a shit but I know that if I go out I'll miss out on important things."

"Yeah, welcome to the nightmare," he sighed. "You should go out though. Me and my mate Josh did fuck all during the first week. I think we alternated between pub and club each night. It's an experience you'll never get before. But if you're not into that stuff, that's cool as well. There's loads of music venues and silent discos and costume parties if that interests you more. There's something for everyone really."

"Thanks." She smiles.

"I'm guessing you're not from around here?"

"I'm from Cork. I live in a little town on the coast called Schull. You've probably not heard of it."

"I don't think I have. Must be a big change being in such a big city."

"It is." She looks upset. "My flatmates are quite depressing as well. I'm not enjoying it much."

"In what way are they depressing?" Ryan is concerned.

"They just sit in their rooms and don't talk to anyone. Just your classic antisocial people. I don't think I know any of their names. I was sat on my own having dinner and just needed a breather. So I came out here to watch the river. It's beautiful. Reminds me of home."

"I'm sorry about that," Ryan wants to comfort her but he keeps to his side of the bench. "You know you can always ask to move flats. Or you could join some societies to make some more friends."

"It's okay. I think I'll leave it for now." She looks down at her shoes, watching how the light gleams off them. She turns to him, her expression softening. "You seem different to the other med students I've met."

Ryan raised an eyebrow. "Different how?"

"I don't know. Most of them are all intense. Like they've got everything figured out. But you... you seem more... real. A bit less robotic. More human"

Ryan couldn't help but laugh, though there was an edge of bitterness to it. "Real? I'm barely holding it together."

"Exactly," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "At least you admit it. Everyone else I've met in the years above look like they're on the tipping point but are desperately trying to hold it all in."

There was something disarming about the way she spoke, like she wasn't afraid to challenge him. Most people either ignored Ryan's cynicism or got uncomfortable around it. But she, she pushed back, in the softest way.

"So why medicine?" she asked suddenly, her eyes searching his.

Ryan leaned back, letting out a long breath. "Because I couldn't be a rock star, I guess," he said, half-joking. Her curious expression urged him to explain. "I was in a band in school. 'Inhaler'. Thought we were going to make it big. We didn't. So, medicine seemed like the next logical step, right?"

She tilted her head, intrigued. "Quite the career shift."

"Yeah, well. My parents were always pushing for it. Figured I'd give them something to be proud of."

"And are they?"

Ryan's throat tightened. He hadn't expected her to ask that, and for a second, he didn't know how to answer. "I think so. I mean, I haven't dropped out yet, so... that's something."

The girl smiled softly, but her eyes stayed on him, like she could see through the bravado. "You don't seem like someone who does things just to make others happy."

Ryan shrugged, looking away, out at the river again. "I don't know anymore. Maybe I am."

Silence fell between them again, but this time it felt heavier, like they were both teetering on the edge of something unspoken. The air between them felt charged, and Ryan found himself wanting to know more about her, wanting to pull her into whatever mess he was dealing with.

"What about you?" he asked. "Why medicine?"

Her lips parted slightly, as if she hadn't expected the question. "Honestly? I'm still figuring that out. I wanted to help people, I guess. I liked science a lot as a kid but also wanted to be able to speak to people. I didn't like the idea of being stuck in a lab for the rest of my life. But I don't know if that's enough anymore."

Ryan nodded, understanding more than he cared to admit. "Yeah. Sometimes it doesn't feel like it's enough."

For a moment, they just sat there, sharing the weight of their doubts, their unspoken fears.

Ryan shifted, turning to face her fully. "What's your name, by the way?"

She laughed, the sound soft and almost musical in the quiet night. "It's Emer."

"Ryan," he replied, holding out his hand.

She hesitated for a second, then took it. Her hand was warm, and for a moment, he didn't let go. Neither did she.

When she finally pulled away, Ryan could still feel the imprint of her touch, something electric lingering in the air between them. He cleared his throat, unsure of what to say next, but there was a spark in her eyes that made his heart beat just a little faster.

"What did you play in the band?" She found herself looking at his fingers, the silver rings pushed upon them.

"What do you think?" He tilted his head, giving her a challenge.

"I'm really bad at this. You said a rock band so let me guess... keys?"

"Close but drums."

"Ah. That makes sense actually." She could imagine him sat at the drumkit, sticks in hand and hair all over his face as the vibrations tap at the floorboards.

"You want to get out of here?" he asked, surprising himself with the offer. He still had that essay to deal with. He glanced at his watch, he had another 10 hours until it was due. Plus he had no tutorials or lectures on Monday, so he could just nap for the day. He also wanted to cheer her up. Show her that Dublin wasn't at all as dim and depressing as she thought it was.

Emer raised an eyebrow. "Where to?"

"Who knows. Wherever we can get in."

Ryan could see the spark of curiosity in Emer's eyes, which only encouraged him. "I mean, Dublin's full of spots that stay open late. I know a place with live music. Not many people know of it. It's usually clogged up with students from RIAM. They sometimes let you play if you ask nicely."

Emer perked up at the mention of music. "Live music? That sounds fun. Can you really just walk in and play?"

"Depends on your charm," he grinned, the cocky side of him flaring up. "I'm pretty persuasive when I want to be."

"Is that so?" She smiled back, and he felt that electric tension again. "Alright then, let's see if you can charm your way in. Lead the way."

Ryan stood up, shaking off the remnants of the library's stress. As they walked side by side, he couldn't help but glance at her. The way she moved with that casual confidence made him feel a little lighter, a little less like the burdened med student he'd been all week.

"Tell me about Schull." he asked as they crossed a street, the distant sounds of music drifting toward them.

Emer laughed, brushing a braid behind her ear. "Not much to tell, really. It's your average coastal town. Very scenic and calm. My Ma owns a café on the main street. I used to sit down to do my work and listen to all kinds of conversations. We'd get quite a few tourists actually, every now and then. This summer I worked as a barista just to help out but I think it's helped me to open up a lot more."

"That's actually really cool," Ryan admitted, intrigued. "A café sounds like a good gig. You must be great at dealing with people. That will help you a lot in this career."

"I like to pretend I am." She smiled. "I still don't think my skin is thick enough to be a doctor."

"Be a pathologist or a histologist then. You can avoid people all together."

"That's true." She nodded, although deep down she did like the idea of personally helping patients. "What do you see yourself doing after uni?"

"Surgery, I think. I'm really interested in cardiology. So maybe cardio-thoracic surgery. But I think once we've done placements I'll start to make my mind up. Being a GP might give me more time to keep up with my music but I've always liked the idea of being a surgeon."

"I think you'd be an incredible surgeon. Most surgeons I've met are drained of any humanity. Let's hope you haven't lost it by the end of these five years."

"That's unlikely." Ryan admitted. The fifth year med students in Biosoc were complete bellends, especially the group who would do anything to become surgeons. He didn't want to become one of them.

After reaching the end of the street, Ryan gestured towards an alleyway which was probably the darkest corner of Dublin Emer has ever encountered.

"Ladiest first," Ryan said, stepping to the side so that she could pass through.

She peered through, anxious. "It smells. Of weed."

He laughed. "It's Dublin. What'd you expect?" He decided to walk through first to show her that it was not as terrifying as she thought. The look on her face told him she'd rather do anything that walk through there. "It's the last street until we get there, I promise."

"Alright." She followed through, hit by another lovely scent of urine and kept to the centre of the alleyway, worried about her clothes brushing the side and catching any piss. She stared at the back of his head as he made his way forwards. His dark blue jeans, his white button up shirt, his hair grown out at the back, curly strands falling from the bottom. She was surprised she had met someone so genuine in her first few days at uni. She thought she wouldn't make any friends and that she'd be stuck in her room for hours at a time, wishing that she actually tried to go out and get to know people. The big city made her nervous. She always resorted to thinking the worse. Especially because the streets and faces were no longer familiar.

"Here we are. The Harp and Clover." Ryan moved to the side so that Emer could have a look through the stone arches ending the alleyway. Green light escaped the pub through the almost-shattered windows and illuminated the cobbled pavement. Groups of teenagers were smoking outside and looked at Emer's hoodie with a frown. They were all dressed in dark clothes, with countless piercings and colourful makeup. Emer felt a bit out of place.

"Wow it's... not what I expected. But cool." Emer smiled. She continued looking at the decor. The words 'Harp and Clover' were placed at the top in dark green and orange. Very patriotic. A harp symbol and clover aligned just underneath.

Ryan read her expression. She didn't look very impressed. He knew how to change her mind.

They entered the pub, glares still shooting at them. The teens inside all had pints of guiness and there was a band on the stage, playing some kind of alternative-rock. Emer could imagine Ryan on the stage, playing the drums and smiling as the crowd jumped to the beat. She was interested in hearing him play or maybe even hearing the songs he made with his band back in the day. She didn't want to force him into anything and decided to keep silent, instead taking in the music and the atmosphere. She pulled off her hoodie and placed it down on a bar stool, leaving her in a black tank top that made her seem at least a little bit more suited for the ocassion. The glares seemed to cease once they noticed Ryan with her.

"Josh! Hey, didn't think I'd see you here." Ryan's attention drifted to a tall guy in the distance with braids who was speaking to a group of people.

The guy turned around and ran towards Ryan, careful not to drop his Guiness in the process. "Ryan, mate. What on earth are you doing here? I thought you hated this place. And who's this?" He had a drunken slur to his voice, dark brown eyes and a leather jacket upon his shoulders.

"This is Emer," Ryan introduced his new friend. "Emer, Josh."

"Another med student I'm guessing?" Josh was quick to catch on, quickly shaking her hand.

"How did you know?" She questioned, surprised that he was also a med student.

"Dead behind the eyes." He joked.

"Rude," she shot back, a playful smirk creeping onto her lips.

"Josh used to be in the band with me. He was the lead guitarist," Ryan interjected, shooting Josh a knowing look, who was now winking with unabashed enthusiasm, probably astonished that Ryan was actually talking to a girl—a rare moment indeed.

"You guys should play together. For old times' sake," Emer suggested, nodding toward the stage, where two saxophonists swayed, and an older woman belted out a sultry jazz tune that filled the room with rich, smooth notes.

"I think I'll need a drink first." He hoisted himself onto the barstool, and Emer couldn't help but notice how he seemed to shrink next to the towering Josh. She had never really registered how short he was until now, and it made her want to smile. "D'you want anything, Emer?" Ryan caught her attention by tapping her shoulder. His fingers were cold against her skin. She jolted before turning sharply to meet his intense gaze.

"I'll have whatever you're having. Surprise me." She hoisted herself up beside him, spinning the bar chair around like a child.

She watched carefully as Ryan spoke to the bartender, his accent deep and rough, a classic posh Dubliner. She wondered where he grew up, where he went to school, who his friends were, what he ate for breakfast, the songs that kept him up at night. Too many questions were rolling through her mind like tumbleweeds.

He sat there in silence, his fingers picking at the wood falling off of the bar, absentmindedly thinking about his to do list that was pretty much infinite. He needed to finish that essay. Soon. He glanced at his watch. 8 hours. It was 12am and the essay was due at 8 in the morning. He'd be fine. Surely.

Emer chose a question out of the millions crashing through her head. "So, what's your favourite band?"

He stopped picking at the wood and turned to face her with a smirk. Her head was pressed into her hand. Her eyes darting across his features - each line of his face, every curl of his dark eyelashes drawing her in. She noted the bracelets adorning his wrists and the tattoos that peeked from beneath his rolled sleeves, stories etched into his skin.

"I could go on forever." He placed two fingers upon his chin, thinking. "I've been listening to a lot of Monkeys and Fontaines at the moment. Gets me through my revision. But I think Bowie is up there for me. Such an inspiration. I went as him for Halloween last year, actually."

"You've got to show me a picture," she insisted, mouth wide open.

He reach for his phone and placed it down on the bar. Scrolling through his camera roll - which contained an absurd number of anatomy notes - and reached a chaotic collection of drunken party photos. He stopped on a polaroid of a group of lads who were all posing in a variety of costumes, Ryan in the middle with a bright orange wig and eyepatch. He zoomed in on each person and told Emer their names. Bobby through to Louis. 'Inhaler'. But then, something shifted, a shadow crossing his face as he powered off the phone, his gaze drifting away, fingers scratching at his ear.

He started picking at the wood again. Emer put her hand on his, trying to comfort him. "I bet you guys were incredible. But you can't keep thinking that you failed, Ryan. You're doing so well and you're working so hard. Even if this isn't exactly how you imagined your life would work out, you're not in a bad place at all, you've got an amazing future waiting for you."

His hand froze in place beneath hers, the warmth of her touch contrasting with the chill of his uncertainty. His eyes still glued to the wood.

"Two pints for Ryan." The barman slid over the drinks, landing perfectly in front of the pair.

Ryan glanced up at Emer, the tension easing ever so slightly. "Thank you," he murmured, giving her hand a quick squeeze before taking a hearty swig of the Guinness, the dark liquid disappearing as if it were water.

"This is going to sound so embarassing and un-Irish of me..." She put her hand around the pint glass, fingerprints marking the surface.

"You've never had a Guiness, have you?" He already knew by the terror that swam across her face. "It's better than you think. Has a unique taste to it."

Emer lifted the pint glass to her lips, hesitating for a brief second as the dark liquid shimmered under the pub's dim lighting. She could feel the cool glass press against her lower lip before tilting it just enough for the Guinness to meet her mouth. The first sip was slow, tentative. Her eyes widened slightly as the bitter foam touched her tongue, the creamy head giving way to the rich, almost velvety texture of the stout. It was heavier than she expected, its bold taste unfolding in layers—first malty, then an unexpected bitterness. She pulled the glass away and swallowed, the aftertaste lingering. Her brow furrowed slightly, but there was a curiosity in her expression, like she wasn't sure if she liked it yet—but wanted another sip just to be sure.

"What do you think?" He had been watching as her expression shifted but found it hard guage what was going on in that brain of hers.

"It's something." She laughed, this time she took a big swig of it. She wanted to clear her mind. "I think I like it. I don't know."

"That's how I felt when I had my first one." He had a quizzical look in his eyes. "So, what about you, what's your favourite band?"

"Wunderhorse. Without a doubt."

"Really? Didn't think they'd be your style."

"Well, I also love Phoebe Bridgers and Lizzy Mcalpine. My taste is all over the place really."

"So is mine."

Ryan took another swig of his Guinness, the frothy head nearly spilling over the rim, but he didn't care. The warmth of the drink spread through him, loosening the knots of anxiety that had been tightening in his chest since he'd stepped into the pub. He looked over at Emer, who was now nursing her pint, the corners of her mouth curling into a smile as she talked about the bands she loved.

"What's your favorite song by Wunderhorse?" he asked, genuinely curious, leaning in closer, the hum of the crowd fading into a background buzz.

"Probably 'Morphine'. It's just so hauntingly beautiful. What about you?"

He nodded. "I'm going to be really boring and say 'Leader of the pack'."

"No honestly that's a classic. That's the first song I heard when I started listening to them and just fell in love. I'd be happy to send you a playlist with their best songs if you're interested."

"Sure." He passed her his phone. "Type in your spotify, I'll stalk it later."

She typed in her username into the searchbar and followed herself on his account, feeling a bit nervous about whatever stalking her account meant. He semed like quite the cultured musician. Some of her playlists were slightly embarassing to say the least.

"Ryan, come here, lad!" Josh shouted from the distance. The Jazz music had stopped and students were trying to get on stage, begging the owner if they could have a go.

Josh came over and dragged Ryan away. "Just going to steal him for a few minutes, sweetheart. We need a drummer."

Ryan clambered onto the stage with his friend. There was a girl up there with a bass guitar, a guy holding the microphone with a guitar over his frame and another girl on the keys. Ryan was passed some drumsticks, quite worried about what was to ensue. He didn't look like he'd played infront of a crowd in a while.

Emer walked towards the stage and stopped by the wall, leaning her shoulder against the cold wood, watching as the musicians tuned their instruments. She used to play the clarinet back in the day, in the high school orchestra. She loved being part of the music and closing her eyes as it washed over her. But her studies prevented her from carrying on with that dream. In a way, she was similar to Ryan. But his passion for music was definitely at a whole other level. As he crashed the drumsticks together and the first note thrummed from Josh's guitar, Emer closed her eyes like she was in orchestra again, feeling the music through every bone in her body. All 206.

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