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[lisssyyu]

Eternity to taste

PAIRINGS: Caitlyn Kiramman x wife!f!reader

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this idea was born when I was chatting with a bot on JanitorAi. Absolutely unexpected perverted love theme. I don't know why but I like it. Let me know if you liked it. I'm going to continue but I'm still thinking about it. and I remind you, my requests are open so feel free to write your suggestions or questions. ;)

WARNING(S): Mention of violence; possession; control; implied manipulation; power imbalance; age difference (!Caitlin 28, !reader 22)

wc: 4.1k

parts: 1 ;; ?

You met at work. You had just turned eighteen, but you proudly joined the Piltov defense forces—fulfilling a dream you had cherished since childhood. A bright fire burned in your heart: you wanted to do good, protect the weak, and help the world. But back then, you didn't know that where blood is spilled and oaths are bought, there is no room for kindness.

Caitlyn was twenty-four at the time. She had already become a commander whose name was spoken with respect and fear. A leader. A soldier to the core. The firm hand of the law. But everything changed the day you first walked into her office. She called you in on business, you still don't remember what exactly, but the conversation dragged on. Then the official meetings turned into meetings in cafes and glances that lasted a little longer than they should have. Your attraction grew exponentially, and after only six months, Caitlyn confessed her feelings to you. It was truly like something out of a movie. You loved each other in a way that you felt no one had ever loved before. It was idyllic between you: no arguments, no shouting, just warm, quiet happiness.

Caitlyn was kind back then. Restrained, neat, even strict. Her touches were rare but warm, her words a little detached but undoubtedly honest. She was your support, your haven in a city where everything was falling apart. She knew when you drank coffee, which books you read to the end, which ones you hid under your pillow. She remembered your medications. She remembered when you just needed silence. She listened. And you fell in love with her for that calmness. For her discipline, for the fact that when she was around, the world seemed to become a little clearer and more reliable.Back then, you didn't know what it would all turn into.

Everything changed after the wedding.

Not right away, no. At first, it was even better than you had dreamed. You moved in together, and the house was filled with her footsteps, her voice, the scent of her perfume that lingered on your shirts. In the morning, she would leave for work, always on time, always in uniform, with her buttons perfectly fastened. You watched her leave from the window, and in the evening you met her at the door with dinner and a kiss, hoping that at least today she would come back less tired.But fatigue wasn't what scared you the most.At first, she was just curious: who are you talking to, what are you reading, why are you taking so long to answer? There was no malice in her voice, just a sharp, cold clarity. You told yourself it was out of concern. Just professional deformation. She was just used to knowing everything.Then she insisted that you stop working.

"There's no rush," Caitlyn said once, without looking up from the book she was reading by the fireplace. "You don't need to rush around town, breathe in the fumes, listen to idiots. I earn enough. Stay home. Take care of yourself. Rest. You deserve it."

From that day on, you no longer wore your uniform. You didn't put on your boots. You didn't go out without permission.

She was still on duty. She still called others by their last names and with a voice that made the new recruits freeze in the hall. But with you, she was softer. Almost tender. At the time, you thought it was romantic. After all, no one had ever looked at you with such attention or hugged you so tightly at night, as if the whole world would disappear without you.But you didn't notice when the house keys disappeared from your bag. When meeting friends became "unnecessary risks." Even when Caitlyn told you what to wear and where to go, you thought it was just concern.

"I just don't want anything to happen to you. The world is too dangerous. You're all I have left," she always said when you started to worry about her actions.

You didn't immediately notice how her voice had changed.

It used to be soft, warm, slightly lazy, with that very weightless irony that you loved. It sounded like a favorite record on scratched vinyl, imperfect but genuine. It enveloped you and made you feel safe.

Now there was precision in it. Like a gunshot. The words no longer flowed, they lined up in a row, cutting tangentially, but always hitting the target. You tried not to attach any meaning to it. You blamed it on fatigue, on work, on post-command habits that are difficult to unlearn.

She still stroked your hair. She still said you were the best, the smartest. That you were one of a kind. That no one else knew what you had been through, how much it hurt you, how hard it was to live in this world where everyone was just waiting for you to fall. No one — except her.

She never yelled. She just spoke a little quieter, a little harsher.

Caitlin didn't forbid, she formulated "recommendations."

She didn't take things away, she "made your life easier."

You don't remember exactly when it happened.

First, she asked you not to go downtown because "it's dangerous there."

Then, not to see Laura, your friend, because "you never liked her, remember?"

She still kisses you on the forehead before leaving in the morning. She still says she loves you. That you are her pride and joy. That all you need to do is keep the house cozy, be beautiful, and be smart.

That you are not to blame for anything. That all of this is for you.

[undyingdecay]

ABO anon here. Hi, sorry for not specifying! I kinda wanted to share in case you got inspired by any of those prompts. I can see Bob being both an Alpha or an Omega, depending on the author, so I wanted to give you some ground in case you see him as either!!

(but also feel free to post whatever you'd like, I just love your writing and those ideas might inspire someone put there ((hopefully 😩)) in the fandom)

see, i love alpha!bob because he’s the least threatening alpha you’ve ever met. the kind of man who still holds the door for you, still blushes when you compliment him, still stumbles over his words when you call him baby. a big broad-shouldered, slow-smiling alpha with thick hands and a desperate need to take care of you. but he’s so touch-starved, so unfamiliar with someone actually being soft with him, that he ends up a little too clingy. a little too needy.

he’s the kind of alpha who pretends like he’s calm and in control but gets wrecked over the dumbest little things — your scent on his clothes, you nuzzling at his throat when you’re half asleep, your voice going soft when you call him good boy. goes all glassy-eyed in a rut, whimpering about how he needs you, how he doesn’t wanna be alone tonight. all low, desperate “please, sweetheart… need you s’bad, promise i’ll be good.”

he knots you and then panics halfway through because what if you regret it? what if you didn’t actually mean it when you said you wanted this? and you have to coax him down, stroke his sweat-damp hair while he whines against your skin and buries his face between your breasts, scenting you like a man starved.

but omega!bob? omega!bob is filthy. the pretiest, sweetest little thing who’s too embarrassed to ask for what he wants but can’t stop himself from acting out to get it. gets bratty when he’s in heat. clingy and miserable and touchy, dragging your hand down to his waist like “don’t be mean, need you now.”

he’s the kind of omega who smells so sweet when he’s needy, like sugar and warm skin and something heady you can’t name. goes soft and glassy-eyed when you finally touch him, crooning in your ear about how “missed you, missed this, needed you so bad.”

he drools over praise. melts if you tell him he’s good, if you wrap a hand around his throat and growl about how you’ll take care of him, how he belongs to you. “yours,” he’ll whisper, thick-lashed eyes fluttering shut, his whole body going slack under your hands.

AND ALSO mega!bob’s body was made to be touched like that. gets slick between his legs, yeah, but the best part is how his ass gets all soft and wet when he’s in heat, like his body knows it’s supposed to be filled up everywhere. makes him squirm when you tease him about it too.

like, he’ll be fucking you sloppy, already whining about how good you feel, knot swelling thick at the base of his cock while you moan under him — and your hand will slip down, one finger presing against that messy, wet little hole of his, and he whimpers. whole body stuttering like you just pulled a wire.

“please— please, baby, feels s’good, keep goin’,” he’s mumbling, face buried against your neck, the heat and scent of him practically drowning you. because he’s greedy. greedy for you everywhere. loves being full when he’s the one taking you apart. loves feeling your fingers stretch him open while he fucks you through another sloppy, rut-drunk orgasm. slick, messy, needy.

and the slick? it makes everything filthy. makes the room smell thick and sweet. makes your fingers slide in easy, makes him clench around you while his cock throbs inside you. and when you whisper in his ear about how wet he is, how tight, how desperate, he lets out this wrecked, broken sound and pushes back against your hand.

he loves it. loves being touched, loved being used, loved being filled up even while he’s the one knotting you — a filthy, needy omega in heat, desperate for it everywhere.

either way? bob’s a mess. sweet and desperate and just a little bit pathetic, the kind of partner you keep close because he clings to you like he’ll die if you let him go. the kind who scents your clothes when you’re gone and fucks his hand to the memory of your voice. the kind who blushes when you catch him at it but doesn’t stop, too far gone and too needy to care.

and you know what? we need more of it. more alpha bob, more omega bob, more a/b/o filth.

thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[crackerlover95]

PLEASE READ! Hello!! This is my first post ever on here and my first time doing headcanons. I loved the hanks to much to not do anything for them. So here you go! (I’ll learn how to format later) and totally give me requests if you like my writing I’m DOWNNN for some freaky stuff LMAO. Here’s my TikTok where I posted this on there as-well (crackerlover9666)

-Hank 3 convinced the other Hanks to do thirst traps because “they needed the exposure” when they were with Red Bowl, but since they left, only Hank 3 still does them because he enjoys the compliments.

-They have a voting box that they use to determine who will be the leader of the group for that day. (They submit the same votes in every day so it’s Hank 1 for Monday, Hank 5 for Tuesday, Hank 4 for Wednesday, Hank 3 for Thursday, and Hank 2 for Friday every week. They don’t have a leader on the weekends because they don’t want anyone to feel left out or favored)

- When you first met them they would push you too far with their extreme activities and wouldn’t stop until you genuinely got hurt (they of course felt bad) or would call you a lame-o if you didn’t go with them in fear of getting hurt. (Hank 2 understood your caution)

-Hank 1,2,4, and 5 talked to Hank 3 about his flirting and that he needed to tone it down with you because they couldn’t help but get secondhand embarrassment. They all liked you (romantically or platonically) and didn’t want his advances to push you away.

-Sleepovers. They don’t call it hanging out or staying the night they will and always will call it a sleepover. Pillow fights, movies, they somehow always have some delicious gossip, Hank 5 bakes cookies, board games/video games, and pranks. Do not fall asleep first or you will look like a middle schooler's notebook when they’re bored in class.

-They all tan amazingly except Hank 3 who genuinely gets cooked in the sun. He always uses the most sunscreen and will wear slightly longer T-shirts, shorts(basically jorts), and has a hat he wears if the sun is unusually bright out.

-You and Hank 2 would work on his novel together. Basically what you did with Lyric but a lot longer and way more off task. You would be the one who pushes him to work and pay attention. He appreciates it and when he publishes it he does that thing on the first page where it says stuff like “To y/n my reason for doing this” shit like that.

-Hank 1 goes to, and volunteers at a local shelter so he can work on and get the right information for his dog parachutes. Of course, he does more than just work on his dream and really helps out when he’s there, the other workers love it when he shows up. Has grown close with a golden retriever(obviously) and plans on adopting one day when his income is more stable.

-Hank 3 plays the board game “Operation” and thinks that helps him get smarter for when he actually does brain surgery. (Surprisingly when he does take classes to be a licensed professional he gets all high marks. He thinks the only reason that is, is because he played that stupid game, and not all the effort he does like studying, all-nighters, and paying attention in class.)

-You help Hank 4 find his dream because he doesn’t have an idea of what he wants to do in life. After some experimenting, he understands that his passion is extreme sports. He feels upset at first because it’s just what he’s been doing all along, and the other hanks have different dreams other than that. But you and the other hanks reassure him that it’s okay and he just knows what he likes! One day he comes up with the idea of starting a company like Red Bowl that sponsors other extremists like him. He obviously puts the safety and needs of the people he sponsors before anything else.

-You and Hank 5 just do typical dating things. His dream is to be a father which is not happening for a WHILEEEE. So in his free time, he bakes with you. Cute baking dates soon turn into something way more than that. He genuinely gets good at baking and starts making sweet treats for other objects around the house, like Volt and Eddie for their bar. You convince him to take commissions for small things like birthday parties, gender reveals, housewarming parties, etc. After a while, he starts making good money on it and would take bigger commissions like weddings. He will always bake for you since you’ve been with him since day one. (So male wife coded)

They are this image with you when they “aren’t in harmony” (angry at each other/ having different ideas on how they want to spend the day with you, etc..).

[starlostjisung]

I had 3 ideas and you pick which ever one!

Idea 1: where it’s a skz x bsf y/n college au! where she’s been overworking her self but doesn’t notice and when skz try to mention it she just brushes it off and then skz really notice bc when they planned to hang out she didn’t show up multiple times

Idea 2: skz x bsf y/n college au! where she’s been friends with them for a long time and it was a normal Saturday night for her where she was studying in her dorm or apartment (which ever) and skz wanted her to go out with them and but she refused but skz didn’t take no for an answer so they dragged her out to a party and a guy there kept annoying her in a teasing way (like a annoyance to lovers type of way)

hi!!!! i decided to write about idea 1, but i could only see the first two and not idea 3 because it didn’t appear in the message 😔

so if you liked idea 3 and it’s something you would really like to read about, feel free to send it again and i’ll write about it!!

hope you like this one 🩷

- i can make it

PAIRING: skz x bsf college! y/n

GENRE: angst, comfort

WC: 2.3k

CW: unhealthy eating and sleeping habits (reader only studies), reader is overworked, fainting (bl🩸d not mentioned)

SUMMARY: final weeks are upon you and you feel the stress of it and while you seem to be doing fine, the boys can see how overworked you truly are

december means christmas. it means holidays, presents, family, hot chocolate in front of the fire while watching christmas movies or listening to christmas songs. it means snow and playing with friends and little kids throwing snowballs at each other. it means happiness and laughter.

december also means finals. it means projects, presentations, exams, more projects and more exams. it means chaos, anxiety. it means no sleep, no eating, not unless you have finished everything that you need for university, which is not the case.

you’re running with little to no sleep, eating something here and there. you can see that this is not the best option but what can you do. it is what it is, uni life. besides, it will all be over in just three weeks when december finally means christmas and not finals.

just three more weeks, you could make it.

you’re going through a presentation that you have to do the next day when your phone beeps. you stop to look at it and see that it’s a text from your friend seungmin.

“dinner at mine, felix and changbin’s dorm. we’re ordering food but feel free to bring snacks if you want”

you want to go, you really do, but you need to finish this. and then review some more things for the next project and exam. you tell yourself this is temporary and in just three weeks you will be free to go to every single plan the boys make.

“can’t tonight. i’ve got a presentation tomorrow and i have to study for it, but thanks minnie!” you reply

you get up to go to the kitchen to get some water and when you go back to your room, you see he’s already replied.

“you sure?, it’ll just be the boys and you, nothing much. we won’t finish late, you can study for that later”

“sorry minnie, next time i promise i’ll make time and be there, have fun tonight!”

with that you turned your phone off and continued with the presentation. not that you were blaming him, but you couldn’t afford any distractions, you had to focus on the presentation and other uni projects.

you could make it.

it was finally friday and while you still had a lot of uni stuff that you had to work on and study, you were thankful that you didn’t have to go to class for a couple of days at least. and also, that night you were going to the cinema with the boys to relax for a bit.

you had had breakfast before class the previous day with han and i.n and they had convinced you to go with them, saying that they hadn’t seen you in a while and that you needed some time to relax and stop thinking about unit - so after some persuading from their part, you agreed.

you had just arrived to your dorm after class and decided you were going to have a shower, study for a bit for the exam you had on monday and then go to the cinema with the boys.

after showering you laid in your bed to answer some texts from your parents asking you about christmas presents and your exams when you felt extremely tired all of a sudden. you decided that you were going to close your eyes and rest for five minutes. just five minutes, that couldn’t hurt anybody right?

how wrong you were.

when you woke up, you saw that you hadn’t slept for five minutes. it had been three hours. the time that you had planned to study before going to the cinema with the guys. you couldn’t believe you had slept for that long. sure you knew you were tired, but you hadn’t realised you were that tired. you saw the time and realised that if you wanted to get to the cinema on time, you had to get ready and leave in ten minutes max.

however, the exam on monday was quickly approaching and you couldn’t lose more time. you had already lost three hours today.

with a heavy heart you decided to send a message in the group text you had with the boys, “sorry guys, fell asleep and just woke up. i have an exam on monday and i need to study, so i won’t be able to go to the cinema today :( have fun guys, see you other day!”

and with that, you turned your phone off again. you knew they were going to try and contact you, not that you were mad about that, you just couldn’t focus on anything else that wasn’t the exam.

when you got up from the bed and went to your desk to prepare to study, you could feel yourself extremely tired, not knowing how long you could do this. but you needed to push forward. it would be over soon

you could make it, you were almost sure of it.

the exam on monday had gone well. obviously you thought it would have gone better if you had had more time to focus just on that and not on that and the hundreds of other things you had to do but hey that’s uni life for you.

so that’s how you found yourself on the library, studying for the next exam you had in just two days. you basically lived there now. if you weren’t in class, you would be in the library. you would only go to your dorm to shower and sleep at this point. and the boys knew that, that’s why seungming and felix went there to see you, because they knew there was no other way.

“hey y/n”

you raised your head at the familiar voice, “oh hi boys”, you saw felix and seungmin in front of you, pulling out chairs and sitting there.

you made small talk for a bit, just the small talk that you could do in a library full of students with finals. as soon as they took their things out, you took it as your sign to stop the conversation and continue with your exam. the boys shared a look, worried about the state they had seen you at that moment. before they saw you, they had their suspicions that you had been overworking yourself a bit but now that they had seen it, they were more worried about you.

you three studied the whole evening. while the boys took some breaks - to get coffee, something to eat or just relax for 5 minutes - you didn’t stop. not once. you had to push through.

when it was almost closing time, the boys took their things and got ready to leave.

“come on y/n, they’re closing soon, come with us and have dinner. we can relax for a bit, time off is really important” seungmin said

“thanks boys, but i will stay until they close and then i’ll continue studying in my room, don’t worry about me”

“please y/n, leave it for today, we’ve been here all day, you need to stop and get some fresh air, you’re overworking yourself” it was felix this time

“guys i said it’s fine, don’t worry i know what i’m doing” your tone came out a bit more harsh than you had intended but you didn’t have time for this absurd conversation, you needed to study

you turned your head towards your books and didn’t look to the boys again. they shared another look, even more worried now than they had been when they first saw you when they came in. they had to talk with the rest of the boys and put an end to this. they thought you were going to break down soon, but you didn’t agree.

you could make it… right?

friday had come again and another exam had ended. you felt exhausted as you left the class after finishing it. thankfully you didn’t have more classes that day, so you could go to your dorm and prepare for the final exam you had the next week, which thankfully was the last one.

you started feeling weak as you walked through the cafeteria so you decided to get a coffee to drink on your way home. just as you were paying for it you heard someone screaming your name.

“y/n! come here!”

you turned around and saw bang chan and lee know sitting and drinking coffee. once you got yours, you went and sat with them.

“hi boys, how are you?”

“good, we haven’t seen you in a while! you’re basically as stranger now” lee know told you jokingly

he was partly right, you hadn’t seen them in some weeks and you had to admit that you had missed them a lot.

“yeah, you know, just uni stuff”

you three talked about what you had been up to these past few weeks. they told you about all the plans that you had missed out because you called off last minute or directly refused to go because you didn’t have time. you told them about all the studying you had been doing.

you couldn’t deny that a part of you was hurting seeing all the stuff you had missed out, but you knew that this was what you had to do.

though out the whole conversation, you could feel chan’s stare on you. he was checking on you, how you had been doing. because even though you had told them you were tired but you could do it, he could see right through you. he could see how you were beyond exhausted and you were almost on your breaking point.

after finishing your coffee you decided to leave the boys and go to your dorm to study, “right boys, i’m gonna go home and study for the next exam”

“come on y/n, just stay with us for a bit, it’s friday, you have the whole weekend” lee know tried to convince you

“sorry guys, but i really gotta go now” you stood up and felt your knees buckle. you grabbed the table, trying to steady yourself

of course chan noticed this, “y/n, you’re exhausted, you need to rest”

“i’m fine, don’t worry” you could feel something was off with you but you really needed to go home and study, there was no time for other things

“y/n, you are not okay, anyone can see that, you need to rest” chan continued

“chan…” something was wrong

“when was the last time you ate? or slept?” he asked you

“chan please…” something was really wrong

“this is serious, you need to stop this before something happens”

too late. you tried to move but you felt your knees buckle once more and you slumped forward hitting your head with the edge of a table before crumpling to the ground.

everything went black.

bang chan and lee know had taken you to the infirmary room after you had passed out. there the nurse had cleaned your wound on your head and stitched you up. she worked quickly and carefully, asking you questions throughout the process. she told the boys that you had a minor concussion, and that even though it wasn’t something to be extremely worried about, she told them you still needed people with you making sure you were fine and not falling asleep in the following hours.

all that leads to you now, sitting in the living room of bang chan, lee know and han’s dorm. lee know had called the boys and told them what had happened as soon as you left the infirmary. you had insisted on going to your room, promising them you would rest, but they were having none of it. they told you you were coming with them and that the rest of the boys would be there too.

there was no way of getting out of this.

once they all made sure you were okay, the interrogation started

“how long have you been like this?” changbin was the first one to break the silence

“i don’t know, i thought i was fine, that i could make it…”

“you have been overworking yourself, y/n, we told you that when we saw you the other day. but we should’ve done something for you, we should’ve helped you” it was felix this time

you couldn’t let them blame themselves for this, this was your doing, “no, felix, don’t say that. i knew i was tired and i was working a lot, but i thought that was what i needed to do, that i couldn’t do any other thing”

“love, we understand you, we really do, but it’s important that you take care of yourself first”, it was hyunjin’s turn, “you neeed to be on the right mind set to do anything else. you have to put yourself first, you are the priority”

you started to get emotional and the boys saw that, so they pulled you into a hug.

following the nurse’s instructions, the boys made sure that you didn’t sleep for the next hours. you all ordered dinner and laughed and joked while you ate it.

after finishing dinner, bang chan grabbed some games that he and the boys had in their dorm and you spent the night just playing and having fun. you were finally relaxing and you were extremely thankful you had the boys with you, making sure you were alright and that you weren’t going to break down again anytime soon.

you still had a week left, but you had the boys now and you were sure you could make it.

[aristurnss]

— ᥫ᭡ your first time with chris

|| contains : smut, p in v, unprotected sex, cursing, pet names

in the soft glow of the evening light filtering through the curtains. Chris stood close, his presence warm and steady, the faint scent of his cologne wrapping around you like a comforting embrace.

he reached out slowly, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw, his touch light but electrifying. Your breath hitched as his eyes searched yours, filled with a quiet intensity that made your pulse quicken.

without breaking eye contact, Chris leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from yours. The air between you seemed to hum with anticipation. Then, with a gentle press, his mouth found yours, soft and deliberate.

the kiss deepened naturally, neither rushing nor holding back, filled with a tenderness that spoke volumes. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer, grounding you in the moment.

every brush of skin, every shared breath, felt like a secret language only the two of you understood—a slow-burning connection that ignited something deeper within.

when he finally pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his voice was a low murmur. “you sure you wanna do this baby?"

"yea" you said low and soft with a slight smile. your heart full, knowing this was only the beginning.

the kisses began to grow more heated and sloppy, chris’ tongue slipping into your mouth as you let out a sigh. his hands slipped down between you guys, his hands reaching down and taking off your shorts and panties in one swift motion. “i got you, just relax. okay?”

you nodded, chris freeing himself from his faded blue jeans. his cock sprung up, already oozing with precum.

your eyes widened as you looked down at how big he was. he began to stroke himself, lining up with your entrance.

he looked at you like he meant it—letting you know you could stop anytime, no pressure, and he’d still be there, completely with you.

he pushed inside you in one smooth motion. your walls squeezed around his length, the both of you moaning lowly at the feeling.

he buried his face in the crook of your neck, placing sloppy kisses all over you like he was marking what was his. “fuckk baby, you’re so tight f’me.”

one hand rested softly against his face, full of quiet certainty, while the other threaded through his hair, pulling just enough to draw him closer.

chris slowly began to move in and out, his hips moved against yours, every motion charged with closeness and need. with every thrust, your pussy clenched around him as it dripped with your arousal. the feeling was overwhelming but you loved it, chris’ dick deep inside you as his mouth moved against your lips passionately.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured as his lips found yours, “you take me so well baby."

he continued to thrust inside you and praise you , talking you through your orgasm at it crashed down over you. he wasn’t too far behind, giving a few more thrusts before coming deep inside of you, collapsing onto your chest.

he groaned softly as he pulled out, a mix of both of your cum dripping out onto the sheets beneath you.

he pulled you into his arms, brushing damp hair from your forehead. there were no words needed- just the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the warmth of his skin, and the way he held you like you were something fragile and irreplaceable.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ so sorry if this was bad! this was my first time ever writing smut , so thats why it was kinda short. but lmk if you want more! i really enjoyed making this.

[juliettejwnewinesa]

hihi! I love ur fics so much can I request a suho fic? like a one-sided suho x si-eun? Y/N is si-euns older sister by a year and suho likes her while si-eun likes suho and the night that he wants to tell suho his feelings, he catches suho and Y/N together making out. Can there be like slight smut of suho and Y/N when they hang out with the friendgroup, beomseok there aswell. but suho always loved Y/N, when he first came to si-euns house for water after dropping of the wrong delivery and he saw Y/N walk past? and si-eun tries to win over suho out of jealousy but fails very badly. so it’s basically like heartbreak, onesided relationship, small smut and drama kindaa. whenever u have time to do this and if u do tysmmmmm I would appreciate it a lot since im not good at writing😣

It started with a delivery.

Suho had the wrong address. He stood outside the door with the box of drinks and snacks, irritation prickling his skin under the summer heat. It was Beomseok's idea to order food and chill together, but of course, the app had bugged out, and now Suho was here, sweating.

He rang the doorbell of the unfamiliar house. And then he saw her.

Y/N. She walked past the open hallway in shorts and an oversized tee, phone in hand, headphones over her ears. She didn’t look his way. Didn’t even know he existed. But Suho forgot to breathe.

It was the first time he felt it—that punch of quiet, stunned want.

A girl who didn’t look at him like a threat. A girl who looked like music.

And from that moment on, she was all he ever noticed.

Suho and Si-eun became friends a few months later, bonding over silent lunches and shared bruises. Suho liked his quiet, his steadiness. Si-eun thought Suho was the only one who didn’t expect anything from him.

But Suho kept coming over more often. At first, it was for water, then for homework, then just to hang out. And Y/N was always there, somewhere in the background. Laughing on the phone, cooking in the kitchen, legs tucked under her on the couch.

Suho watched her like a prayer.

Si-eun noticed.

At first, he ignored it. Then denied it. Then hated it.

Because somewhere along the way, Si-eun had started to feel something too. Something heavy in his chest when Suho smiled, when Suho sat too close. And then it wasn't just jealousy anymore. It was longing. Raw and awful.

-

Beomseok invited everyone over to his place. A rare night without adult supervision.

Y/N came too. "Why not?" she said, shrugging on a hoodie over her tank top. "Free snacks."

Si-eun sat with Beomseok and the others in the living room, watching Suho with sharp eyes. Suho wasn’t drinking. Neither was Y/N. But they kept disappearing.

So Si-eun got up. Quietly. Slipped down the hallway and stopped at the half-open bedroom door.

There they were.

Suho's back was against the wall, his hands curled around Y/N’s waist as she straddled him, knees on either side of his thighs. His lips were on her neck. Her fingers were in his hair. Soft, breathy gasps filled the air between them.

“You’re driving me insane,” Suho whispered.

“Good,” Y/N murmured, dragging her hips against his. “You make it hard to behave too.”

Si-eun turned away before he could throw up.

The days after were worse.

Suho didn’t act different. Still laughed with Si-eun. Still ate lunch with him. But now Si-eun knew. Knew every touch meant nothing. Knew Suho’s eyes were only searching the halls for someone else.

Y/N didn’t even seem to know the damage she’d done. Or maybe she did. She’d always been oblivious. Or cruel.

Si-eun tried to change. Started dressing better. Started copying her laugh. Her walk. Once, he touched Suho’s hand too long during a card game. Suho blinked.

Then pulled away.

It was raining the night Si-eun saw them together again.

He stood by the window, lights off, pretending to study. Outside, Y/N stood by the gate. Suho was in front of her, soaked to the skin, hair dripping.

They were fighting. No—talking. Close.

And then she cupped his face and pulled him in.

Si-eun closed his eyes when their lips met.

He imagined it was him. Just for a second. But when he opened them again, they were still there. Real.

Y/N. His sister.

Suho. The boy he thought he could love.

Together in the rain.

He never stood a chance.

[halogenwarrior]

Agreed, this was the thing that frustrated me most in the series! And not just for the thematic contrast with no one being inherently evil, but also for the contrast with how another big theme of the series is the nature of sensory experience and how it varies between sentient beings (in the correct usage of the term sentient not how Animorphs uses it), and whether a radically different experience ever warrants declaring that experience worse and the living being that has it having a life not worth living, where one draws the line from acknowledging the vast difference between what life "is" for different species and making judgments that are just an excuse to see some as lesser - or whether it's ever worth hurting another to create an entirely different experience for yourself of life (i.e the years), and I think that theme is undermined by never trying to present a well-researched portrait of the alien sensory and mental experiences of the different animal morphs even if it's counterintuitive to how we stereotype the animal, it just makes the perspective exactly what you would expect from the stereotypes, which means it misses so much potential for really doing unique and philosophically interesting "what is it like to be a bat" type scenes. And leaving the themes aside I think it would have been great if they had a scene showing a very embarrassing and disgusting or just cruel seeming trait by human standards that one of their cool charismatic megafauna combat morphs has and the morpher in question's horror about it.

(I would disagree with you on the hawk vs. seagull example, though; from what I remember of the seagull scenes being one is presented as quite freeing and enjoyable, it's just that the Animorphs' human feelings of judgment keep interfering and telling them they should be disgusted by wanting to scavenge food, so stop enjoying it. Which is not that dissimilar from how Tobias being a hawk is portrayed where much of it is enjoyable but things like eating roadkill upset his human sensibilities). (edit: and also to be fair to the skunk/bear comparison, as I understand it skunks actually use bad smell as a weapon while bears are just regular animal smelly).

I would honestly read (maybe one day I will write, though I have another non-Animorphs fanfic project that will take years to complete I'm working on) a complete rewrite of the series where not a huge amount is changed but the animal morphs are biologically accurate to not just 1990s but 2020s knowledge, and the morphed POVs are both genuinely alien and played to their full thematic potential.

I gotta admit, I'm still bothered by some of the animal depictions as I re-read the Animorphs series. We've touched on the ant thing - the books were wrong, ants are awesome - but the more I look, the more I see the Animorphs' cool-vs-squick reaction to animals falls neatly into the different stereotypes of "Charismatic" vs "Uncharismatic" species. Skunks smell so badly you should fear them, but Bears are fuckin awesome (despite also being very smelly IRL). Sharks are bloodthirsty, but Dolphins are fuckin awesome (despite both being predators with overlapping niches in the same environment). Seagulls are ravenous nuisances at the beach, but Hawks are majestic soaring over the meadows (despite the fact both are just trying to find enough food to stay alive). Etc. etc. etc.

The thing is, these stereotypes are all wrong, have been known to be wrong for decades, and yet they're still what I'm expected to take as canon for the series I love - which is frustrating, because stereotypes around animals exist mostly to justify killing whichever ones bother you. So, what do I do? We have this weird dichotomy in Animorphs, where a key moral of the series is to look past what you've been told about your enemy - nobody is born evil - but also all of the animal stereotypes you know are true, Tigers are awesome but fuck Sharks and Spiders with a capital F.

Sure, I get it, it's what most people think about animals, so the Animorphs have expected reactions to most morphs. But like, a third of the Animorphs recipe was supposed to be "Teach kids about animals", and it's so sad to go back and see it's just parroting the same stuff kids already hear every day. And it's sadder to realize that the resources for knowing better WERE available in the Nineties when these books were written. I was born in '89. I grew up on a steady diet of Eyewitness, National Geographic, Shark Week, and a million animal documentaries. I still have a twenty volume illustrated encyclopedia of the Animal Kingdom from 1976 that was originally my mother's. The BBC wildlife narrator haunts my dreams.

I don't remember what the point of this post was. I'm pretty sure Sol's "doing it wrong" comment about how to be an Animorphs fan got to me, but I don't think I'm doing 'it' wrong. Animals are like, the MAIN THING in Animorphs. So it's frustrating, you know? I'm trying to write a fanfic, and I'm rereading the books again to get as many details as I can right, that's how I'm noticing these things. Is a true fan supposed to ignore this stuff? Is love of a franchise supposed to trump overlooking any possible flaws? No, that's not fandom, that's blind consumption! I think when a fan truly loves something, they're allowed to be disappointed when the thing they love falls short in some way. Maybe I'm really bad with words, but I just wish Animorphs had been written with more than stereotypes for all the animals in the series - they are kind of the main plot point, after all.

[batsandbirdbrains]

Super sad idea that I’d love to hear your thoughts about or for you to expand on or write about:

Dick using puppy eyes on Bruce, Alfred, basically every adult to get whatever he wants when he’s a kid. It works like a charm every single time. He wants Clark to fly him around? Puppy eyes, and two hours later he’s soaring. He wants Diana to help him prank Hal? Puppy eyes, and Hal’s suit is somehow banana yellow for two weeks. It doesn’t just work with the adults either. Whenever he wants one of the titans to do something and doesn’t feel like arguing with them, he just brings out the puppy eyes and they get it done. He does for years and he doesn’t plan on stopping.

Then Dick becomes Deathstroke’s unwilling apprentice, and suddenly his puppy-eyed stare was being weaponized in a whole new way. Slade would force him to walk up to targets, bring out his sad eyes and pouty lip, lead them somewhere secluded (usually under the guise of being a lost kid or something, idk), and then watch as Slade killed them.

But that wasn’t the only time his puppy eyes came out when he was with Slade. No, the first time it happened was during “training” (Dick being tortured) when he was exhausted and just wanted Slade to stop. He couldn’t out-fight the man, he couldn’t out-smart him, and he didn’t know how to get him to stop. So he subconsciously fell back on the one thing that had always worked for him in the past - his puppy eyes. To his great surprise, Slade had stopped. He paused for a long moment, staring at Dick’s face, and just when Dick started to have hope that this might actually be the end for today, Slade let out a cruel laugh before kicking him into the floor.

He finds out the hard way that, when it really counts, his puppy eyes only make things worse.

When he finally gets free, it takes a while for anyone to spot what’s wrong, especially considering most don’t even know about his time with Slade. He’s obviously moodier than usual, more paranoid than he was before, and is a lot worse at taking care of himself. But still, it’s a while before someone realizes that he never brings out the puppy eyes anymore. Bruce doesn’t know how to handle it - torn between wanting to ask Dick about it and not wanting to set him off - so he just doesn’t. He ignores it and everyone else follows suit.

They never really speak about it anymore. There are no more jokes about everyone being wrapped around Dick’s finger, no more sighs of resignation when Dick brings out the puppy eyes. Even when Dick gets his peppy attitude back, even when he’s back to cracking jokes and making bad puns, even when he pulls pranks again and his laugh can be heard echoing around the cave, the puppy eyes never come back out. And nobody ever mentions it, but they all mourn the death of the small piece of innocence that was stripped away, they mourn the loss of those eyes.

But time passes, and eventually people move on. It isn’t until years later that anyone mentions the eyes, and by then Bruce has had 4 other Robins, and a whole collection of children. And one of those kids - maybe it was Jason, or maybe it was Steph, or Duke - gets told about the eyes, and obviously they’re curious as to why they’ve never seen them. So the next time the Batfam (or the JL) is gathered together, they decide to broach the topic. Except the bats are profoundly awful at socializing and communication, so the question posed ends up being “Hey, I heard about your puppy eyes, they sound pretty lethal. How come we’ve never seen ‘em before?” And Dick flinches so hard that they’re actually concerned a ghost might’ve attacked him or something. But before anything else can be said or done, Dick just turns on his heel and walks out of the room. And now the poor bat that questioned him is stuck with a very upset Batman (and maybe other heroes as well).

BONUS:

After the fiasco where Dick was questioned about his puppy eyes and he walked out, the rest of the rest of the Bats resigned themselves to never seeing the eyes or hearing about them. Imagine their surprise (and horror, and heartbreak) when, while reviewing cave footage, they come across a highly encrypted video file. Imagine them seeing Dick pleading with Bruce not to go to Spyral, Dick trying to get Bruce to see reason, and then Dick’s face changes and they finally see them - the eyes. And everyone is so desperately hoping that this will be enough to get Bruce to stop. For a moment, he does. It was a short moment - only a split second of hesitation before he’s throwing another punch - and everyone feels their hope shatter as the moment ends. But in the video, there’s no hint of surprise, of devastation on Dick’s face. It seemed like he didn’t have much faith it would work, anyways. At least he’d gotten a reprieve in the fight, at least Bruce had stopped, if only for a moment. It was all he needed to win. Besides, what did it matter if Dick’s puppy eyes didn’t work anymore? Dick Grayson was dead.

How dare u do this to me when I’m about to go to BED now I’m SAD I’m gonna cry damn

I’ll try to expand on this idea maybe tomorrow a little bit? It’s very thorough already though!! But I had to let u know u gutted me right before I try to actually sleep, anon<3 (I mean this in the best way of course)

[astrae4]

RIWOO AS YOUR SECRET BOYFRIEND…

pairing — boynextdoor’s lee sanghyeok x reader

warnings — make out, lowk suggestive + i have no humor so dont come at me abt the fact that riwoo’s lowk un-jokey here. Trust me when i say u dont wanna see me attempt to be witty with jokes. (I CRASHED OUT AT THE END THIS ISNT FINISHED)

genre — romance.

notes — Ever since I saw the dance live of Riwoo I couldn’t take my eyes off that man. IN FACT, I couldn’t even take my mind off of him. He’s so fucking attractive you have no IDEA how mentally shaken I am by him. So here you go…

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Riwoo who’d come down to your place randomly and text you only a min before he steps at your porch, late at night like a goddamn red flag—his glasses on and hair cut short just the way he KNOWS you’re obsessed with; food in hand. You won’t even have time to fix yourself up as you open the door hurriedly, looking around to check if anyone saw because what would people say if they see you both together?

Riwoo who’d take your scoldings in one ear and out the other—not because he doesn’t like listening to you! But his eyes are just too busy raking the sight in front of him. Pajama shorts on and his shirt with that messy hair? Dear Lord, his mind is malfunctioning as you flood his thoughts.

Riwoo who puts down his “excuse” to visit you (AKA the food) on the floor as his eyes scour your pissed off face. He thinks it’s hot. He thinks you’re so hot. What does he do when he thinks you’re hot? Ding ding ding! The answer forms right below your nose, the very thing that’s berating him right now.

Riwoo who’d waste no time, not even to take off his jacket as he practically smashes his lips onto yours. Your anger diffuses quickly as his lips slant over yours, teeth almost grazing by the intensity of it all and the only thing you can feel and think and smell is him. Him, him, him. You hold the back of his neck, loving how his short, spiky hair is feeling on your hands. You can feel how ruffled it becomes as you mess it up, which you know would annoy his hairstylist later on.

Riwoo whose hands would find a way into the curve of your hips pretty quickly, dazed and mindless until you push him away and gasp for air, your lips puffed up and rouged because of him. You’d go ‘what the heck?’ as if that wasn’t the best kiss of your life and he’d just attempt to kiss you again—never getting enough of the feeling.

Except…keyword: attempt. You don’t let Riwoo kiss you again, and your hands cover his mouth to stop him. His face would turn incredulous because um. Why’d you stop him? But you’re standing on business (haha get that reference?) and you wanted answers.

Riwoo whose mind blanked out a bit before he points at the food, his excuse to being in your arms right now. You’d know how fake his excuse is by now though, but you still take it. Who denies free food anyways?

Riwoo who’d watch you eat as he recalled his day, complaining about how much he missed you and how much he wanted to tell people you’re his when he saw your jaw-dropping posts though you know that can never happen. You’d nod anyways though, eyes fixated on your handsome boyfriend with his SO SO attractive haircut— (yeah sorry guys…if you don’t know by now i LOVE short & choppy hair on men..)

Riwoo who’d catch on to your straying eyes though you tried to make it subtle—and you know you’re doomed when he notices because that man will tease you and use that in his advantage for days on end. He’ll slide next to your seat, closer than ever and his hand will make his way back to your hip, thumb circling your skin as he asks you if you like his new hair.

Riwoo who’d relish in how flustered you become, a sly grin on his face as he nears your face and — AHHHHHHHHHH

GUYS I CANT DO KT ANYMORE IM LOSING MY FUCKING MINDD OVER HIM HE’S TOO ATTRACTIVE IM GONNA CRASH OUT. LIKE IM SO SORRY BUT HOLT SHIBAL I KEEP GIGGLING OVER MY OWN WRITING EVEN THO IT LOWK DOESNT MAKE SENSE BUT HE’S TOO AHHHH

i’ll complete this another time. I was insane to think i could be normal while writing this when I’m giggling over here like a goddamn MANIAC every two seconds

Sorry guys i’ll update u when i actually finish this

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NETWORKS: @k-films @k-labels @onedoornet

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[yothatshitgas]

Goliath

Pairing: Paige x Azzi Word Count: 2.8k Note: This started out as a one-shot based on Goliath by Jessie Reyez, then I crashed out after the inability to write more than 800 words so I think I lost the plot? Either way, this is just lover girl Paige. I haven't written in ages, and this is the very first time I'd ever written pazzi. I just needed an outlet for my lover girl Paige agenda. Obviously a work of fiction. And Don’t forget to vote.

The morning sun filtered in through the blinds, casting bright warm stripes across my face and coaxing me out of one of the better nights of sleep I’d had since settling in Dallas. It was the kind of rest I hadn’t realized I’d been crazing, one that was familiar. My body felt sore, a dull ache in my arm from being used as a makeshift pillow, my back damp from the extra heat pressed so closely beside me. But none of it mattered. Not even the faint cramp in my lower back from staying in one position too long that was sure to haunt me during practice later. 

Because she was here.

Azzi.

I turned my head to the right. Slowly, careful not to shift the mattress too much. Azzi was still asleep, breathing steady, the curve of her brow soft in the morning light. Her hand rested across my stomach, loose but possessive, an addicting feeling I’ve never gotten used to even after all these years. I let out a quiet breath and moved with practiced caution, easing my arm free from under her head. She stirred just a bit, let out a soft groan but didn’t wake. I tucked a pillow beneath her neck, adjusting the angle until it cradled her just right. Sitting up, I propped myself back on my hands and let my gaze linger on her for a few more seconds. Admittedly, a lot longer than I meant to. 

I reached over slowly, brushing back a loose curl behind her ear with the gentlest touch I could manage. My fingers stayed, trailing the delicate curve of her jaw then down - over the corner of her lips, the rise and fall of her throat, the slope of her shoulder where the blanket began to slip away. I pulled back eventually, practicing the kind of restraint loving Azzi required sometimes. Having to hold back even when everything in me wanted to stay in that quiet forever.

The kind of silence that only lived in mornings like this. One untouched by the world, suspended in time just long enough to feel sacred. A stillness settled over the room, gentle and absolute, as if even the universe knew better than to interfere. 

It was just us. 

Just me, sitting here, watching the girl I’ve been hopelessly, irrevocably in love with since I was seventeen. Something in my chest ached with how much I wanted to preserve this peace. Guard it. Wrap it in layers of myself and keep it from ever being touched by the crueler edgers of the world. I would have given anything, every part of me was willing to trade whatever it took if it meant she got to wake up like this every day. Safe, unbothered and so damn beautiful it almost didn’t feel fair. 

In the middle of my quiet admiration, Azzi began to stir. Her brows knit together in that sleepy, endearing way she always did when waking up too early. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, slow and instinctive. I couldn’t stop the grin that formed at my lips when her gaze found mine, bleary but warm and then, she smiled too, just a little.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I said softly.

“Hi,” she murmured, her voice still tangled with sleep. She reached out lazily, draping her arm across my lap, her weight warm and ground. I could already feel her starting to slip back to sleep, but she blinked up at me one more time, “how was your sleep?”

“Good,” I replied, brushing my thumb along her forearm, “it’s different with you here.”

She hummed, eyes falling shut again, “different good, I hope,” she joked.

“Always,” I replied, wrapping my fingers around hers, lifting our hands gently to my lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

I glanced over at the nightstand, tapping my phone screen to check the time - 7:02 AM. Azzi’s flight was in four hours. Practice in six. Just a handful of hours left with her before we’d be separated for a whole month. A full, brutal, fucking month. The weight of that reality settling over my chest like wet cement.

Moving slowly, careful not to wake her again, I slipped out of bed and made my way to the bathroom for a quick shower. The water helped, but only slightly. It didn’t wash away the heaviness that came with knowing we were on borrowed time. When I stepped back out, toweling off my hair, Azzi was awake. She sat upright on the bed, legs still tangled in the sheets, one shoulder bare where the blanket had slipped down. Her eyes, lidded and lazy, found me instantly. 

“You look warm,” she murmured, voice raspy and low, “and damp.”

“I showered,” I said with a smirk, stepping closer, “that’s usually what happens.”

She gave me a tired smile and held her arms out wordlessly. I didn’t hesitate. I moved to the edge of the bed and as soon as I was within reach, she looped her arms around my waist and pressed her cheek against my stomach. Her skin was cool against mine, the contrast enough to make me still for a second.

“You ok?” I asked, resting one hand on the back of her head, the other trailing gently down her spine.

She nodded, her arms tightening around me, “I’m trying to pretend we have the whole day.”

I hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “we can do that,” I assured, “after we get some food in you.”

__

“Babe,” Azzi called from the kitchen, her voice echoing slightly as she rifled through the fridge and then the pantry, “you have literally nothing to eat.”

I laughed as I stepped out of the bedroom, still toweling off my hair, “that’s what I have DoorDash for,” I called back.

She turned to face me, one hand on her hip, the other holding a box of already stale cereal, “no,” she said firmly, “there is no way I’m leaving Dallas knowing you’ve got nothing but hot sauce and ice cream cones in your fridge. We’re going grocery shopping. Today.”

“The ice cream is for you,” I reminded her, crossing the room until I was close enough to slip my hands around her waist, “Come on, I can live off takeout and junk food. I will and have.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow, unimpressed but clearly trying not to smile, “we’re going to Target.”

__

“Two days wasn’t enough,” Azzi said quietly, her voice slicing through the soft hum of our shared playlist, the only thing filling the silence in the car until now.

I glanced over at her. She was staring out the passenger side window, her expression unreadable. Without much thought, I reached for her hand, threading my fingers through hers and resting them on my lap. My thumb moved slowly over her knuckles. But I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t. Because what was there to say? She was right.

Two days wasn’t even close to enough.

Not after spending nearly every day of the last four years orbiting each other’s lives. Sometimes side by side, sometimes at the opposite ends of the court or country, but always finding our way back. Through practices and games, missed calls and red-eye flights, late night FaceTimes and half-slept mornings, there had always been something solid beneath our feet. Something certain.

But now? There was no familiar ground. Just distance. 1,693 miles, to be exact.

Azzi is flying back to Virginia to see her family, then head straight to Storrs for summer training. And I’d be starting my first pro season. The dream I’d chased since I was a kid had finally arrived, but now that it was here, it felt more like a wall than a door. A beautiful, brutal wall that stood between me and the only place that ever felt like home: her.

“Hey,” I said softly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, “We’ll meet up in Minnesota, spend time with family there and maybe,” I glanced over at her, trying to read the stillness in her face, “maybe you could fly to Atlanta with us after? You said you’re free that whole week, right?”

Azzi nodded slowly, eyes still fixed on the road. But she didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to. I could feel the weight of everything she was carrying in the tight line of her jaw, the way her lips were pressed together just a little too firmly. She was holding back a floor of thoughts, of feelings and barely keeping them contained.

As we rolled to a stop at a red light, I gently released her hand, only to reach over with the same care I always gave her when she was on the edge of unraveling. My fingers found her chin, light as a breath and I turned her toward me.

“Az,” I said, voice low and steady, “I love you.”

She blinked once, grounding herself in the moment. Her eyes searched mine, “I know,” she whispered, “I love you, too.”

The light turned green, but I didn’t drive right away. I leaned in just enough to press a kiss to her forehead, “now,” I said, forcing a smile through the emotion tightening my throat, “let's get some groceries, eat and give you time to pack the entire wardrobe you somehow fit into my apartment.”

She let out a breathy laugh, one soft and familiar, “it was a backpack, baby.”

“Add three of my hoodies,” I teased, “hoodies that I know you’re stealing.”

“Borrowing,” she said, side-eyeing me with a smirk, “and if you really loved me, you wouldn’t call it stealing.”

“If you really love, you’d leave one behind.”

��No promises,” she replied, resting her head back against the seat.

__

Azzi and I strolled through the isles, shopping cart half-empty and I slowly came to terms with the fact that I genuinely didn’t know how to cook anything besides breakfast. The revelation wasn’t new to Azzi, just frustrating. She gave me a dramatic sigh when I blankly stared at a box of pasta and asked, “do I need a strainer for this?”

So, in the end, we grabbed a carton of eggs, some bread and a handful of random seasonings Azzi deemed “bare minimum kitchen essentials.” She tossed in garlic powder, chili flakes, and this tiny glass jar of smoked paprika. 

“You don’t need to know what it does,” she said, dropping it into the cart, “just trust me.”

Then, as if we hadn't wasted enough time, she tugged on my sleeve and announced, “we’re going to the book section.”

Of course we are.

We spent at least twenty minutes there, drifting slowly through the book aisle while Azzi ran her fingers along the spines. She moved with a quiet reverence, pausing every few seconds to pull one out and flip through the first few pages, then slide it back with a nod like it passed some kind of test only she understood.

She pointed out the ones she’d already read, apparently half the aisle. I recognized a few, some of which I’d bought for her and the rest were books that she proudly displayed on the shelf we built together for her room. I nodded along, trying my best to keep up. Each book came with an enthusiastic plot summary, full of dramatic gasps, over-the-top hand gestures and the kind of energy you couldn’t fake. Her eyes lit up with every title she recognized, and every time she smiled wide, that perfect little dimple appeared. I just stood there, watching her light up over paperbacks and plot twists, thinking how the hell did I get this lucky. 

We left the store nearly an hour later with maybe twenty dollars worth of items. It wasn’t exactly a productive grocery run, but neither of us seemed to mind. Afterward, we stopped at a cozy breakfast spot tucked between a record store and a vintage boutique, the kind of place that Azzi always gravitated toward. We split pancakes and eggs, stole bites off each other’s plates and lingered over coffee we didn’t really need.

__

When we got back to my apartment, the weight of reality started to settle in again.

Azzi pulled her backpack out and began to pack, just a couple of outfits suited for the relentless Dallas heat, a toiletry bag and one of my hoodies already folded on top. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her move around the room. There was a rhythm to it, but it was slower than usual. She was giving herself extra seconds with each item, stalling in that way people do when they clearly don’t want something to end. Folding her shorts more carefully than needed. Pausing to double-check zippers. I recognized the rhythm, I’d done the same thing once or twice before. Delaying the inevitable goodbye that has already begun. 

Azzi finished packing and closed her bag with a heavy sigh. I stood from the bed without saying anything and crossed the room, lowering myself onto the floor behind her. Settling in close, I slid my legs on either side of hers, pulling her gently into me until her back rested against my chest. My arms wrapped around her waist and dipped my head, pressing a soft kiss to the bare skin of her shoulder where the strap of her tank top had slipped slightly.

“I’m going to miss you so much,” I whispered, my lips brushing the curve of her ear, “but in three weeks, we’re going to be together again.”

Azzi didn’t speak right away, but I felt her body soften under my touch. Her hands moved, searching for mine and when her fingers found them resting on her stomach, she laced them together. I held her tighter, the words still bubbling up in my chest.

“I genuinely don’t know what I did to deserve you, Az,” I said, my voice quieter, more raw, “but Imma spend every day proving I do. I’ll keep showing up. Keep loving you the best way I know how.”

And God knew I would for as long as she lets me. For as long as she’ll have me.

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The drive to the terminal felt both impossibly short and unbearably long. I parked in the departures lane, parked the car and sat there for a second, my hands still on the wheel, not quite ready to let the moment move forward. Beside me, Azzi shifted slightly, unbuckling her seatbelt with a soft click.

“Paige,” she whispered, barely audible over the sound of engines and suitcase wheels rolling past on the curb outside, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this part.”

“Me neither,” I let out a soft laugh, opening the door and stepping out.

I opened the back door, grabbing her backpack and slinging one strap over my shoulder. Then I walked around the car to her side, pulling the door open before she even reached for the handle. Azzi stepped out slowly, before I could say a word, she stepped right into my space. No hesitation. Her arms slid around my waist and mine wrapped around just above her shoulders.

“Three weeks,” she whispered.

“Three.”

She hummed, “I guess, a little peace and quiet is needed from time to time,” she let out a soft laugh, muffled into my skin.

Her breath tickled against me, and I couldn’t help but smile, “whatever,” I said, “like you’re not gonna call me the second your plane lands.”

“I will,” she admitted, pulling back just enough to look up at me, “but don’t act like you wouldn’t throw the biggest fit if I didn’t.”

“What can I say? I’m a woman of needs,” I grinned.

I took the first step back, I reached for her backpack and held it out to her. She took it with a soft smile. Then I leaned in, one hand cradling the side of her face and I kissed her. Slow. Full. I took my time, as if I needed any more to memorize the shape of her lips. The way she always leaned in just a little closer before letting go.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” she whispered.

Azzi stepped back slowly, then turned toward the terminal, her backpack slung over one shoulder. She looked back, just once. A small glance over her shoulder, her hand lifting in a gentle wave. A final goodbye. A silent I’ll see you soon.

I stood there, watching her walk away until the crowd swallowed her up. At that moment, the countdown began. Already ticking down to the next time I could hold her again.  

[lilywritingnook]

A/N: This is my first ever try at writing something, English is not my first language, so please feel free to point out my mistakes so I can learn from them. Also, this is whatever this is, I just wanted to write something, so why not?

WONYOUNG AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND:

Wonyoung is the type of girlfriend who subtly checks on you, whenever you gets quiet, she won't say it out aloud, but it hurts her whenever you get like this, all quiet smiles and tired eyes, she would make you tea, and pull you in her lap, brushing your hair out of your face gently asking "What's wrong, baby?"

Wonyoung is the type who will come home to you after a long day of schedules and will hug you from behind, bury her face in your neck, inhaling your scent, and all her tiredness will go away.

Wonyoung is the type who randomly gives you headpats and kisses all over your face, pecking your lips again and again, until her lip gloss smudges on your lips.

Wonyoung is the type who cuddles you on the couch while watching a movie, but her hands never stay idle. They are constantly brushing your thighs, or sometimes even higher.

Wonyoung is the type who wakes up first in the morning to watch you sleep all snuggled up in her chest, snoring or maybe drooling, and she finds it very adorable.

Wonyoung is the type who would try to cook for you, even if she is tired, but ends up getting distracted by you sitting there on the counter, bare legs swinging, and let's say she always eats you before the meal.

Wonyoung is the type who would hold eye contact the whole time while making love, asking if it's too much, or if she should stop? But of course, you would shake your head, encouraging her to keep going.

Wonyoung is the type who can do both. One second, she is the sweetest lover and the next second, she could be pushing your face into pillows, her strap deep inside you, and she would whisper filth in your ear, "Look at you, taking me so well."

Wonyoung is the type who would bring you flowers on her way home and will kiss your forehead as soon as she enters the house and sees you.

Wonyoung is the type who doesn't always shows love loud, but its hidden in gestures like how she always checks up on you during her schedule or shooting, or how she takes care of you when you get sick, how she always listens to you when you yap, how she never forgets your coffee order, and how she always encourages and praises you.

[corviiids]

i get the lines blur but there IS a big difference between media which doesn't explicitly tell/show you precisely what happens in the end but does point pretty clearly down the intended road vs legitimate open endings where you're supposed to decide what happens completely on your own and multiple interpretations would be supported

[hannahssimblr]

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[not-cool-enough-to-scuba-dive]

actually I would quite like to hear your thoughts on gender philosophy in omegaverse worldbuilding? :3

hm. anon, I fear this is a far larger can of worms than you probably anticipated. I'm going to spare you the worst of it by only giving you a short version, but be careful what you wish for.

I'm also hiding it under a cut because even the short version is embarrassingly long.

I'm hardly a connoisseur of omegaverse content, nor would I consider myself anywhere near an expert. I don't want to speak for all fics as I've admittedly not read many. I did do my master's diss about legal gender recognition, so this is more about gender and philosophically sound worldbuilding than an indictment of any particular writing or story tbh.

the short answer is I find omegaverse worldbuilding really interesting, but I've never fully been able to enjoy it due to the way a/b/o identities tend to have a biological determinist slant to them imo, and tendency for a lack of real world implications of what the omegaverse does to gender and character interactions anywhere outside the bedroom. I'd love to figure out a version that's more inclusive and philosophically/ideologically consistent, both with itself and with my own views on real life gender (basically, I want to make it make more sense, have less biological determinism, and be more inclusive of the wider range of human experiences). this is a big task, and ngl I haven't achieved it and don't anticipate doing so any time soon. I have like, a concept in my head, taking apart all the key pieces and putting them together again but different, but to make it thorough enough would require more effort and time than I have because I'm like, employed 😔

I feel like someday if I ever get invited to a powerpoint night though, this could be It.

[dangaer]

if you've ever been affected by the jupiter isn't keeping quiet during a thread phenomenon you may be entitled to compensation*.

[salemrph]

Sleepy morning with Sylus

A/N: While I was reading some other posts yesterday, I came across a user asking what it would be like to wake up next to Sylus. My imagination jumped on it right away! I would say this is more of a headcanon than a fanfic. I focused more how he would experience it. Short write, just because I'm working on other stuff.

Character: Sylus & Reader/MC/you

Genre: romantic, fluffy

Word count: 1,430 | Reading Time: 5 min | AO3

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Your laughter echoes through his bedroom as you try to break free from his grip, his breath tickling your skin. His arms are wrapped tightly around you, pressing himself against your naked body. You smell incredible, so intoxicatingly good that waking up next to you must be heaven on earth.

You squirm and kick, already in tears from laughing so hard. He can't get enough of that sound, of the way you smile, the way you close your eyes and lean your head back. Your presence is like a flowerbed in full bloom, vibrant and breathtaking. Blooming in its full splendor.

Whenever he can, he admires you. When you sleep, he counts the moles on your body, tracing them with his fingertips. He caresses the scars you've earned as a fierce Hunter, kissing every natural fold of your skin. His touch follows the curve of your back, the delicate shape of your ass, down to your legs. The same legs that always wrap around him in the intensity of passion.

He loves you, more than he could ever show to you. It wouldn't be enough, ever.

"Sylus—"  you gasp between laughs, struggling against him as your muscles start to cramp.

"You have so much energy, kitten" you keep laughing, you are so ticklish this morning. His nose brushes against your neck before he nips at your skin, placing lazy kisses along your shoulder.

You squirm even more, still breathless from laughter. "I will pee myself... Stop!"

He hums against your skin, only tightening his hold. He isn't really awake, he wants to keep sleeping, enjoying the peaceful morning with you. Sylus has worked hard to clear his schedule, to be with you like this. To adapt to your routine, make breakfast, and simply enjoy a normal day at your side.

"Then pee..."  he teases. 

"Gross! Let go." You protest, thoroughly disgusted by his suggestion.

"Not even in dreams, sweetie" he chuckles while still kissing your shoulder.

"Sy..." you whine. That tone, the way you try to get your way putting that face, that tone in your voice. The one that makes his heart melt no matter how much he tries to resist. He growls, reluctant to release you completely. His grip tightening for a moment before he finally exhales and relaxes.

"Go. You have 2 minutes to come back". 

You waste no time jumping out of bed, only to earn a slap on your ass.

"Hey!" You spin around, shooting him a glare. Sylus only smirks.

"I like how it wiggles"

You disappear in the bathroom. Sylus shifts onto his back, crossing both arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling with a rare sense of peace. Yeah… he could get used to this. No, he wants to get used to this. The wealth he possesses and everything he has done has been nothing more than a way to ensure your safety. The years he spent searching for you taught him that he had to be prepared for anything. Losing you again was not in his plans. And if the day ever comes when you no longer love him, it won’t change a thing. He would still protect you, even from the shadows.

He’s so lost in thought that he doesn’t notice you sneaking back into bed. Carefully, you inch closer, suppressing a grin as you reach out to poke his cheek. But before you can even make contact, his hand shoots out, catching your wrist in a firm grip.

"Feeling playful this morning, my love?"

"Just a bit" you smirk. Sylus laughed.

"What do you want to play?" You tilt your head, pausing deliberately as your eyes drift over his bare chest, trailing down to his toned abs. The sheets rest low on his hips, and the way you’re looking at him doesn’t go unnoticed. He knows that look.

With effortless ease, he shifts, pulling you toward him until you land on top of his body.

His fingers brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering. The color of your lips is already beautiful, but he loves it even more when they darken after passionate kisses. His lips part slightly, his gaze locked onto yours, mesmerized by the infinite depth of your shining eyes.

You lean in, pressing tender kisses across his face before finally finding his lips. Your entire body relaxes, melting into him. Savoring the slow movement of your mouth. Heat growing in your body. Between you two. The kiss deepens bit by bit, his tongue tracing your lips, later moving beyond, slipping inside, tasting you. You sigh into him, already lost in the spreading feelings of longing.

His hand has already trapped you. One sitting on your back, the other on your ass, keeping you close. He is getting harder by the second. His need for you is growing. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips grounding you in the moment. There is no rush, no urgency. You have the complete morning and day to melt in each other.

When he finally pulls away, just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath is warm against your lips. His eyes flutter shut for a moment as he exhales deeply. This is a dream, he thinks. A damn good dream. And he has no intention of waking up.

One hand moves to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing tenderly over your skin. He doesn’t need to speak; everything he feels is in the way he looks at you, in the way he holds you like you’re something precious. You cover his hand with yours, pressing your cheek into his palm. A faint smile tugs at his lips before he kisses you again.

Sylus takes his time, enjoying how your body reacts to him, the quiet gasps, the way your fingers tangle in his hair. His name escapes your lips in a breathless whisper. He watches you with a quiet intensity, taking in the way you melt under his touch. The space between you disappears, lost in the unhurried way he moves. Once more, your worlds merge, your bodies speaking a language only the two of you understand.

That's how you start the morning: with him, with you, with nothing beyond these four walls mattering. Just the warmth of his skin, the rhythm of your hearts, and the love that neither of you needs to put into words.

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