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One Night stand ; 04

➥ rundown ; as if the unexpected twist of a one-night stand turning out to be your CEO boss wasn't surreal enough, the situation takes a more challenging turn when both of you discover that you're expecting his child.

→ genre ; enemies to lovers | CEO au | pregnancy trope | slowburn

→ Jungkook x y/n → contains smut, fluff and angst → Chapter Four ; wc | 3.1 k

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Working couldn't have been any better, it keeps you occupied and it feels amazing to be doing something you love and spent years learning for. it's been a little over 2 weeks now and you will be lying if you say you don't miss working at the cafe. that has to be one of the loveliest times of being an adult, trying new coffee arts for different customers, being recognised but your favourite everyday coffee lovers, serving pastries and cakes to students who come to the cafe to study or do their homework.

you also miss the aroma of the coffee beans, it always makes you feel like home and whenever the weekend comes by, you don't forget to pass by the little shop to collect your daily order, honey almond milk with extra cream and caramel. working with Hoseok comes with new stories every day. that man has got a lot of stuff to talk about and that has made the two of you really good friends.

he's always ready to lend a hand when you need any help or are in doubt with certain areas of work, the man makes sure to have lunch together and it's become a routine now. which you've adjusted in no time, shows how badly you wanted this job. you've managed to keep up with going to the gym too, instead of the week days you chose to go during the weekends so it's stress free and you've got the time to relax after too.

Kayla and a few other girls called you a couple of times over the weeks to hangout at the club but you declined to join them because you've got enough on your plate to handle besides you can't suffer from hangovers when there's already a pile of work load.

"I won't be flying anytime soon mom. Don't be ridiculous!"

You laughed at her words sitting upright and crossing your feet on the couch, your darling mother has been missing you so much that she wants you to fly back to Canada.

"Am I being ridiculous for wanting to see my one and only daughter. It's been 2 years! " She huffed earning a giggle from you, as she did the same. "How's the Job? Is your boss treating you right?" She questioned curiously, that caused you to roll your eyes, with a deep exhale leaving your lips, there's only so much you could tell your mom about him. "he's fine, can be annoying." "Y/n don't say that-" "mom, you have no idea. Anyway I'll hang up now, I'll call you over the weekend bye." "Y/n-" "bye mom, love you-"

you declined the call, aware that she's gonna give you a little speech and then throw questions at you. There's no time to answer all that. You've now got a Clothes brand to advertise for and that's so exciting!

you've been working on this for days, it's tiring but you're enjoying this new experience. However you do feel lonely in your apartment, the sounds of the TV only keeps the room from being silent. Playing your 'work' Spotify playlist, you sing along while typing in your laptop. you wish you'd made more friends or got a pet.

The song that played next was a slowed reverb of 'Streets' by Doja cat, you glanced at the TV and then sighed, leaving a scowled look on your face. 'Streets' has always been a sensual song but this slowed down version only reminded you of that one night.

"No- no no stop right there y/n." When those visions were about to conduct your mind, you immediately change the song.

During lunch break, you were engrossed in a lively conversation with Hoseok. Both of you burst out laughing as you recounted the time you slipped in the bathtub and hit your knee so hard it looked like you were kneeling to a ghost.

Just as you were enjoying the chat, your CEO, Jeon Jungkook, rudely interrupted. "Ms. Lee! Did you forget there's a meeting today?" You stood up respectfully, puzzled. As far as you knew, there was no meeting scheduled. "Sorry, Mr. Jeon, but I don't have any meetings scheduled for today-" "Well, are you busy right now?" he asked sharply, his chest puffed out and hands in his pockets. Feeling uneasy, you shifted from foot to foot under his scrutiny. The eyes of the staff and Hoseok flicked between Jungkook and you. Jungkook rarely came to the café on the ground floor, preferring meals in his office.

"Uh- I'm not exactly bus-"

"You could use this time more productively with the creative team rather than having," he glanced disapprovingly at Hoseok and then back at you, "a little chit chat here. Get to work, Ms. Lee. Right. Now." He turned and walked away, leaving the surrounding staff in shocked silence.

You swallowed hard, clearing your throat as you packed away your uneaten croissant. you found this whole situation to be embarrassing and humiliating. he didn't have to create a scene in front of the staff. Would he lose a piece of himself if he had called you over personally for a few minutes instead of snapping at you in a public area.

"I- I'll catch up with you later, Hoseok. Enjoy your meal," you muttered, forcing a tight smile. Ignoring Hoseok's concerned response, you hurried away, you didn't want to spend any more time at the place where you were shamed. Jungkook's public reprimand made your blood boil. You wished you could confront him and wipe that smug look off his face, if he thinks he can do this stunt again then he's wrong. he does not know who Lee Y/n is.

As you entered the boardroom with your iPad and laptop that was of the company, you found it empty. Puzzled, you approached the manager in the section. You clearly had an irritated look on your face and now seeing the boardroom empty only made the frown on your face deeper.

"Where's the meeting?" you questioned the man and he looked at you, confused. "There's no meeting scheduled today." Feeling a surge of frustration, you stormed back to your desk, only to receive a call on the office phone. "Hell-" "At my office," Jungkook interrupted.

His abruptness left you fuming, you could feel the heat pass out your ears and nose. Gathering your belongings hastily, you made your way to the 32nd floor, knocked on his door, and poked your head in. Jungkook was in the middle of a conversation with another man.

"Excuse me, Mr. Jeon, may I come in?" you murmured. Upon his nod, you entered and noticed Park Jimin seated there, which only made you inwardly groan. Jungkook gestured for you to sit beside Jimin. "you've both been called here to test your skills. Park Jimin has been with us for a little over-"

"Four years, Mr. Jeon," Jimin interjected smugly, no one has the right to interrupt the CEO but Jimin gave no fucks, even though the interruption left Jungkook annoyed he didn't let it show on his features.

"A little over four years," Jungkook continued, "and Ms. Lee," he gave you a nearly mocking smile, "has been here for a little over two weeks." You nodded in determination, unsure where this was heading. "I've heard about the incident in the basement. Does that ring a bell?" Jungkook's fingers tightened around his ring.

Jimin gave you a sideways glance. "Ms. Lee holds a higher position than you, Mr. Park, but now I'm beginning to doubt that." Your eyes widened in shock, while Jimin seemed to internally celebrate. "I've been observing your work, Mr. Park, and I find your ideas unique. Therefore, I have a challenge for Ms. Lee and Mr. Park. I need your ideas for a new makeup brand project. Can you handle it along with your other responsibilities?"

Both of you nodded obediently. "Details will be sent by email," Jungkook said, casting a glance at you before focusing on his fingers. "I want detailed ideas, no personal opinions. Understand, Ms. Lee?"

You felt the sting of his words when he pulled up one of the worst nightmares of working here, but you managed to reply with confidence, "Yes, Mr. Jeon." "Good." He smirked as you stood up, exiting the room. Jimin's smug expression only added to your irritation.

"No one cares about your opinions, Ms. Lee. Be ready to switch to a lower position soon," Jimin taunted with his smile and tone, but you weren't one to let go easily. "Did you just admit you're in a lower position, Park Jimin?" you voice out your thoughts, stopping the man's feet from walking away. he turned to face you, he had his frustration shown in his lips and eyebrows.

"Not for long. I'll be taking yours soon enough," he chuckled in a mocking tone, leaving you fuming. Park knows how to handle people, he's fully aware of how he's gonna respond to each word thrown at him and he gladly takes it and slaps it back.

Back at your desk, you bit the inside of your cheek in frustration, you need to calm down. Working with anger issues is difficult especially when you've got a stupid arrogant boss and co-workers that test your patience at each step and breath you take. Rosé approached with some files, sensing something was wrong.

"Everything okay?" she asked curiously as she gives you a soft concerning look, leaving the files on your desk, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Yeah, just got more work from Mr. Jeon," you replied with a smile, not showing any signs of worry or anger on your face. you really appreciated her support and care.

The day dragged on, and by the time you were ready to leave, you still hadn't received the email with project details, which only added to your frustration.

Kayla

Wanna hang out at least today?

Please girl!

It's been a while :(

It's true, it's been awhile since you last met her. Maybe hanging out today will be fun. Besides, the details weren't sent either so work can wait.

Y/n

Alright where?

Kayla

Club, down the street of Popeyes

Y/n

No, no clubbing

Café?

Kayla

what?! So boring god

Fine

You can unmistakably detect her irritation. Yet, the idea of heading out clubbing with all the accumulated stress and responsibilities feels daunting. Tomorrow being Wednesday, a workday, waking up at 7 a.m. with a hangover is the last thing you desire. Everyone has vacated your floor, leaving you in solitude except for two employees who share laughter at the far end of the corridor. Making your way to the elevator, weariness weighs on you, though there's a flicker of anticipation to reunite with your friend. You're well aware she has plenty to share, judging by her eagerness to meet.

As the elevator doors shut, you lean against the corner, shutting your eyes. The prolonged hours staring at the screen have left your eyes burning, and the need to rest them is evident. you know that it's just about a month since you joined. you can't afford to strain your eyes too much. However, you've been experiencing fatigue lately, the cause of which remains unknown. you feel different, unlike you. like the insides of your system have changed their settings. The elevator halts and opens a couple of times, weary staff members stepping in and out.

A robust waft of black vanilla scent greets you as the elevator stops on the 12th floor. Inhaling deeply, you recognize the unmistakable scent. Your eyes remain shut, a departure from your usual acknowledgment. Jungkook takes a passing glance at you, rolling his eyes as he mutters 'cheesecake' mockingly under his breath, shooting a sidelong glance. His thoughts about you are unclear. You bear no resemblance to the girl he encountered at the club. The realization of the influence he holds surprises him. Shooting you a frosty stare, he observes you exhale audibly before the elevator reaches the basement.

You open your eyes, exiting alongside Jungkook, offering a respectful bow to avoid leaving a negative impression on him. You head left while he veers right towards your respective cars. No words are exchanged. No eye contact is made.

"Gurl, work has turned you into such a bore, but I've missed you!" Kayla envelops you in a tight hug, instantly easing your tension. The exhaustion from work compounded with being single feels draining.You settle beside her, opting for hot chocolate and a simple chicken sandwich for dinner, the aroma of the sandwich is unpleasant and it's weird because you usually love the food in this cafe. but all you want is to retreat to the comfort of your soft bed at home and sleep.

"What's up with your boss? Has he been hitting on you or-" "Ew, no," you cringe at the suggestion, repulsed by the idea. There's no way you could view him in that light anymore. Kayla regards you suspiciously. "Why? he was your one-night fling, correct?"

Her words catch you off guard, why bring this up now? Kayla awaits your reaction, sipping on her iced latte while fixing her gaze on you. "He's just my boss now, Kay, that's it." Sensing your reluctance to delve further, she nods and shifts the conversation. She spends the next 30 minutes venting about a male colleague who seems overly interested in her conversations. Despite the intriguing topic, exhaustion gradually pulls you away from the present, causing you to close your eyes intermittently.

Kayla instructs the café waiter to pack your sandwich to go since you haven't had dinner. She calls out your name a few times, eventually having to shake you awake as you're about to drive home. It's only 11 p.m., and you had planned to work until at least 1 a.m. Lately, however, you've been mentally drained, perhaps due to lack of sleep. After forcing yourself to shower, you collapse onto your bed, sleep enveloping you instantly.

Hoseok [ 12: 02 am]

Y/n, I'm so sorry for the late notice but could you give Kim Miniso's file to Mr Jeon tomorrow,

Like as soon as you get to the office. I know it's short notice, I trust you so please do, i've got an emergency and it's too late to inform Mr Jeon.

"Good morning Y/n, did you sleep well?" Rosè greeted you as you emerged from the elevator. You appeared refreshed, sporting a morning glow, a rarity due to your typically poor sleep quality. "Morning Rosè, I did. Very well." You chuckled in agreement as she walked alongside you, giving your shoulder a friendly pat upon reaching your desk. She proceeded to retrieve the keys for her drawers while you reflected on the benefits of getting more than three hours of sleep—it certainly made a difference.

Today, you felt lighter, confident that work would go smoothly. You approached the day with determination, eager to outshine Park Jimin in the upcoming presentation. If he had an ego, so did you, and you refused to let him undermine your efforts, especially when it came to your hard-earned position. With the meeting scheduled for 2 p.m., you had ample time to prepare. Assisting your colleagues with their tasks and projects, you found satisfaction in their cooperation. The hours passed swiftly as you coordinated and organized items for upcoming shoots, ensuring timely completion of all projects.

"Yeah, I'll get my iPad, just a se—" The office phone's shrill ring interrupted you abruptly. Only the CEO himself would call you. "Lee Y/n speaking—" "To the office now!" His abrupt demand left you gasping, your expression tight-lipped and tense. 'What did he want now? Jerk.'You muttered curses under your breath as you dragged yourself to his office, dreading the encounter. Knocking on his door, you cautiously poked your head in. "May I come i—" "Walk in!"

His tone was unusually harsh, leaving you puzzled and annoyed. 'Why was he behaving this way?' You entered, taking slow steps until you stood before his desk, hands clasped behind your back. "Yes, Mr. Jeon?" "Where the hell is my file? Why have I not received it yet?" Panic surged through you as you realized you had forgotten about the file completely. Your hands trembled, and you met his glare with concern. "I-it's at my—"

"Bring it to me, right fuc- right now." His anger was palpable, evident in his reddened ears and clenched fists. "Right now, I said." His command prompted you to bolt out of his cabin in a frantic search for the file that should have been on his desk by 9 a.m. 'How could you forget?' Anxiety gnawed at you, knowing that Hoseok would also face consequences for this oversight. You bit your lip nervously, feeling the weight of his anger. He seemed too furious, almost scary. Hurriedly grabbing the file from Hoseok's drawer, you dashed to the CEO's office, hesitating outside his door. Hoping to avoid his wrath, you knocked and entered when he bid you to.

Placing the file on his desk, you bowed and apologized for your mistake. "This won't be repeated. Please excuse my mistake, Mr. Jeon." He remained silent, not even acknowledging your apology. Gesturing for you to leave, you exited quietly.

As you pondered, it dawned on you that the meeting was fast approaching—the task Mr. Jeon had mentioned. You didn't quite understand the purpose of it, but you had no choice but to comply. With Hoseok absent, the thought of facing Park Jimin alone for the rest of the day filled you with dread. As the creative team assembled for the meeting, you avoided making eye contact with anyone, especially Mr. Jeon. When he and Park finally entered, you kept your gaze fixed on the table, unwilling to meet their eyes. "Good afternoon, creative team. We may proceed with the meeting," Mr. Jeon announced, settling into his chair with a calm tone.

"Alright, let's hear out Park Jimin first." Jimin confidently presented his idea, and despite his arrogance, you couldn't deny his talent as a graphic designer. His proposal received applause, and you stole a glance at Mr. Jeon, who surprisingly appeared pleased. Suddenly, you felt insecure about your own idea. 'What if Mr. Jeon reacted unfavorably?'

"Great work, Mr. Park," Mr. Jeon commended, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of insecurity. You loved your idea, but self-doubt crept in, fueled by the day's earlier mistake. "Ms. Lee, please," Mr. Jeon spoke with a hint of annoyance in his voice as he gestured for you to proceed, and you rose from your seat, feeling a sudden wave of sweat despite your usual composure.

As you stood before the group, you felt the tension in the room escalate. However, you couldn't deny feeling proud of your work and determined to prove yourself. Taking a deep breath, you began your presentation, but suddenly, dizziness overcame you. Struggling to maintain your composure, you tried to push through, but before you could finish your sentence, darkness enveloped you, and you collapsed onto the floor.

"Ms. Lee—" "Ms—" "Ms. Lee—"

Muffled voices echoed around you as you slipped into unconsciousness, feeling nothing but coldness enveloping you.

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reneesghostinthelivingroom · 6 months ago

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perhaps could you write a karen smut fic? like, reader is tutoring karen (established relationship or not, up to you!!) and it eventually gets a bit spicy? thank you!

You Were The Best

|| Karen Shetty x fem!reader

|| Warnings; smut, mirror use, praise kink, Karen receiving, biting, fingering, orgasm

|| Summary; when helping Karen with her geography homework, reader can't help getting a little distracted.

Requests closed!

Started; November 13th

Finished; November 13th

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Karen had you over at her place; being her girlfriend often meant helping her out with homework. But you hardly minded. Besides, it meant that you got to spend more time with her. Tonight's homework was geography, which wasn't too bad. You guys were colouring in and naming a world map. Something that you would have a test on later this week.

"And over here is Canada," You pointed to the country above America, looking at Karen to make sure she understood. She gave you a nod and went to write it, but paused when she realized she couldn't spell the word. Karen looked up at you expectantly. You laughed a bit and gave her a gentle smile," C-a-n-a-d-a." You spelt it out, pausing after each word and waiting until she had it written down. You checked it over and nodded, giving her a kiss on the cheek that made her smile.

Your eyes look into her own and you can't help but take a moment to admire her. Karen was stunning, you loved her more than you could ever say into words. And she felt just the same. Before you knew it, your lips were against hers as you kissed her. Hand wrapping around her waist, palm pressing into the small of her back. Pulling her impossibly closer.

Karen kissed you back with ease. She loved kissing you, she loved you. You were her everything. And she didn't always know how to express that. But she really tried. After all, Karen only wanted the best for you. Because in her eyes, you were the best. The best thing that could have possibly happened to her. Even Gretchen was fond of you, which honestly? Was more than enough confirmation for Karen.

Lips danced against lips, soft sounds filled the room as you got more handsy with each other. Then, in your fogged one track mind, you got an idea. Having fantasied about it many times. You parted the kiss, looking Karen up and down with a smirk. "C'mere." You took her hand, pulling her over to the body mirror she had.

She looked a little confused by the whole thing; but followed you despite that. That's just how Karen was. Even if she had no idea what was really going on, she trusted you and would follow you everywhere. You smiled at that and got each other's clothes off. Karen watched as your fingers worked with the fabric, then pulled them off her. "What are you-?" She had started to ask, but you answered her question by pushing Karen against the mirror. Karen's arms rested against the cold surface, providing some space between them. Allowing her to look at herself.

You pressed up against Karen's back, an almost purr like sound leaving your lips. Watching her in the mirror. You moved her hair aside, planting sloppy kisses to her neck. Leaving occasional bites," look at you." You murmured against her skin and Karen shivered," so beautiful. And so... wet.. all for me." Your fingers went down between her folds, feeling and hearing the wetness. Seeing it in the mirror as your fingers played with her. Pressing Karen's clit. Gliding along her folds with feather like touches. Bringing moans from Karen's mouth. Her legs trembled under your touch, backing up further against you. Trying to be as close as she could.

You couldn't help but grin, feeling wet yourself. But you kept your focus on the girl in front of you. Once she was wet enough, your finger slipped in with ease. One finger first, letting her get used to it. Then another before pumping at a slow pace. Karen tensed up at the feeling, unable to do anything but moan and tremble. You kept it slow, letting her take the time she needed. Then gradually moved faster. Faster. Until all that filled the room was the sounds of Karen's moans and the sloppy wet sounds your fingers caused every time you pumped into her.

Karen arched her back into you, your name falling from her lips as you kissed her neck. Murmuring sweet praises. It didn't take Karen long for her to cum on your fingers, legs trembling more than they'd been before. You helped her through her high before settling and helping her clean up. Yeah, Karen loved you.

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gotham--fc · 1 month ago

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Dormir - A Marie-Philip Poulin and Laura Stacey Imagine

Another part of my Poulin/Stacey x teenage!reader series! You can find part 1 here and part 2 here

This one is pretty short and mostly Laura heavy which I know the last one kinda was too, so I promise the next one will be more Pou based

Summary: Y/N stays up late to finish homework while she's at team Canada camp and learns that's not a good idea

It’s one essay, Y/N thought, how long can it take to write five pages?

It turns out, it takes longer than the hour before lights out that Y/N allotted for her homework. Erin comes in just before ten and starts getting ready for bed.

“You going to sleep?” Erin asks.

“Yeah,” Y/N answers, “Soon. I just gotta finish this essay.”

“We’ve got a full day tomorrow,” Erin says, “Double workout.”

“Yeah, I know,” Y/N says, “I’m almost done. You go ahead and turn off the lights when you��re ready, I’ll be done asap.”

“Okay,” Erin says, “Don’t stay up too late.”

And really, it depends on what you mean by ‘too late’. It’s not like she pulled an all nighter, she got three, maybe four hours of sleep. And it’s fine, her essay is done which means she won’t be docked marks for handing it in late. Her teacher is a hard ass, she doesn’t get any leeway for being away with the national team. If anything, the teacher is more strict with her than anyone else.

In the morning, Erin shakes her awake. Y/N jumps, disoriented.

“You slept through your alarm,” Erin says, “I snoozed it for you because I know you were tired, but then you just kept sleeping through the snoozes, and we’re going to be late for breakfast if you don’t get up soon.”

“Oh,” Y/N yawns, “Thanks. I’m good.”

She is, notably, not good. Getting out of bed and getting dressed is a monumental effort. She throws on team issued sweats and a hoodie, not feeling up for anything else. She pulls the hood up as her and Erin head down for breakfast.

Y/N tends to alternate where she sits, unlike some of the girls who always sit together. Today, Y/N ignores the group of players calling her over, and heads to the ‘quiet table’. It mostly consists of the older players who don’t feel like playing around early in the mornings, and the moms who don’t currently have their kids and need a break from parenting.

She shovels a few bites of cereal into her mouth, even though she feels way too tired to lift her spoon over and over. She’s resting on her hand, almost asleep again, when she feels a hand on her shoulder.

“You feeling okay?” Laura asks. Y/N hums and nods. “You sure?”

“This is what happens when you don’t sleep,” Erin says. Y/N’s head shoots up as she gives Erin a glare.

“Quoi?” Marie says, sitting next to Y/N, “Why didn’t you sleep?”

“I slept!” Y/N insists, “I stayed up a little later than normal to finish my essay! It’s not my fault Erin goes to bed at 6pm like a grandma!”

“When did you go to bed?” Laura asks, sitting on Y/N’s other side.

“It wasn’t that late–”

“It was 4am,” Erin says. Again, Y/N shoots her a glare.

“How would you know? You were asleep!”

“I woke up when you were getting into bed, I looked at the clock, it was 4am.”

“Y/N!” Marie admonishes, “That’s way too late! What were you thinking?”

Y/N doesn’t think she’s ever hated anyone more than she hates Erin right now.

“Why didn’t you ask for help with your essay?” Laura asks, gentler than Marie, “We would’ve helped you finish it.”

“I didn’t need help! I finished it and I’m fine! Why can’t any of you just let me live?!”

Y/N leaves her half finished bowl of cereal and storms out.

***

Later, Y/N climbs onto the bus after everyone else. She sits alone at the front, hood pulled up and headphones in. She’s only found herself feeling worse as the day goes on, feeling tired and annoyed, and mostly just wanting to go back to bed. They have a double today, a gym workout followed by on ice practice, and Y/N just knows it’s going to suck. So she’s not in the mood to deal with anyone else lecturing her.

Someone sits in the empty seat beside her and she glares over at whoever it is. It’s Laura, and she smiles at Y/N. Y/N turns back to the window. A few seconds later, Y/N feels a hand start to rub between her shoulders. Y/N looks back at Laura who is still looking at her. Laura smiles again.

As the bus starts to drive away, the vibration of the bus and Laura’s hand on her shoulders starts to lull Y/N to sleep. She tries to fight it, jerking her head back up every time it falls, and then Laura is tugging Y/N down until her head rests on Laura’s shoulder, and Y/N is out like a light.

When she wakes up, it’s to Laura’s voice.

“Come on sleepy head,” Laura is saying, “We gotta go practice.”

Y/N groans, rubs her eyes, and follows Laura without thinking. Y/N realizes too late that they’re not heading to the gym. Laura leads Y/N to the makeshift training room. There are no trainers in the room, and Y/N furrows her brow.

“Marie explained to the coaching staff that you’ve been swamped with homework lately, and they agreed you need rest so you won’t get hurt. They said you can skip the gym and sleep in here until we get on the ice.”

“Why?” Y/N says, “I thought… I thought you were gonna make it do it anyway. Because I’m stupid.”

“You’re not stupid,” Laura says firmly but softly, “You’re young and you made a mistake and it’s not right for us to make you even more miserable. We should’ve been better at helping you, teaching you how to be a professional athlete. And you really can get hurt if you’re tired, and that’s the last thing we want.”

“I didn’t mean to be so mean,” Y/N says quietly, “I don’t want you to hate me.”

“No one hates you, and we know you didn’t mean it,” Laura pulls Y/N into a side hug. “Now go get to sleep.”

Laura makes a move to leave, but Y/N stops her.

“Will you stay? Until I fall asleep?”

“Of course I will,” Laura says, “Whenever you need me.”

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anon-writes-stuff · 1 month ago

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Hello! Can I request a Lee Cheong-san X male reader Fic? I don’t really have an idea for a plot but I’d like Fluff included

Tutoring

Lee Cheong-san x Male!Reader [FLUFF]

⚠️ just a bit of tutoring! nothin’ wrong w that :], cheong-san isnt good at english, 419 words

authors note: hi!! to anyone who's requested smut, i'm getting to it dw!!! i've recently started a chishiya x m!reader smut, and i'm hoping it'll be out soon!! thanks for your patience <3

\Cheong-san would never admit it, especially not to his friends, but he was not doing well in English class. Aside from you, of course. You might be the only person he’s told. English has never been his strong suit. Maybe because he didn’t focus in class, or maybe because he just didn’t have any specific passion for languages. Who knew? You certainly didn’t, and neither of you planned to dive into it.

At the moment, you two were sitting at a corner table in Cheong-san’s Chicken. You were helping Cheong-san finish that night's English homework, trying to at least guide him through it. Unfortunately, he was still finding himself stuck on some of the more difficult words. Right now–the subject in English was countries. America, Japan, Africa, Canada. You were all learning how to say the various countries of the world.

“Here, an easy one.” You said, swinging one of your arms around Cheong-san’s shoulders and bringing him close. “Sound out this one–Canada, it should be easy.” You beckoned.

Cheong-san stared at the word, fully dumbfounded. He leaned into your touch slightly, blinking. “K-Kae-” He began.

“It’s Ka,” You stopped him.

Cheong-san sighed, combing his fingers through his hair. He looked up at you, then carefully pulled away from your touch. “You picked a hard one on purpose.” He countered. You couldn’t tell whether he was joking or not, so you had to assume he was joking around.

You snickered. “Alright, then, let’s try plain old Korea.” You pointed at the word Korea with the eraser of your pencil.

Cheong-san inhaled softly, watching the word carefully. He blinked, then spoke again. “You’re picking hard ones on purpose!” He whined, slumping in his chair slightly.

“Cheong-san, my love, we live in South Korea, pronouncing Korea cannot be that hard.” You teased, gently poking him in the side.

He groaned, then sat back up. He eyed the word carefully, then inhaled once more. “Alright, alright. I’ll try.” He confirmed, watching the word intently. “K-Ko-Kor–Kor?” He mumbled, stuttering over his syllables.

“Yeah, that’s good.” You smiled, beckoning him to finish.

He sighed, seeming to roll his eyes. He sat up straight, clearing his throat. “Kor–ee–a?” He struggled, glancing up at you. “Is that correct?” Cheong-san asked.

“You’re close, say it smoothly. Korea.” You insisted.

“K-Korea?” Cheong-san said, blinking.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Yeah, that’s right.” You confirmed, placing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Come on–let’s finish up this page.”

Cheong-san let out a groan, but nodded nonetheless.

#aouad x reader #aouad x you #aouad x y/n #aouad x male reader #aouad x gender neutral reader #lee cheong san x reader #cheongsan x reader #fluff #oneshot #lee cheongsan #lee cheong-san

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shinestarhwaa · 1 year ago

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CHANCES || CHOI JONGHO

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Pairing: Jongho x Fem reader

Word Count: 2.8K

Tags/warnings: First love!AU, Aged up!Jongho (in like late 20s), dom!Jongho, sub!reader, fingering, dirty talk, Jongho is obsessed with your boobs, bigdick!Jongho, blowjob, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, the occasional spank

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @glintneon123 @mjyungi

ENJOY!

You never expected to run into your first love again like this. You can still remember yourself staring at him in class all day, forgetting to do your homework because he was on your mind. You still think about when he helped you out in Physics and when he kissed you on your lips the first time.

Many days, weeks, months and years passed since that year and you had lost contact with him in the chaos of being a young adult. But here you are, standing in the grocery store near your new house in Seoul and there he stood as well.

More handsome than ever, his black hair parted in the middle, wearing thick black glasses and a beige coat. You already thought he looked good and was cute back then, but now? He turned into a man.

For a second you thought he noticed you, but he was looking at a big jar of pasta sauce instead. You felt your heart sting a little bit as you looked into his grocery cart. Did he have a family? He must be 28, 29 right now, right? God, you don't want him to have a family of his own.

It was stupid, you hadn't seen him in at least 10 years and you had never had an official relationship with him but he was Jongho. Somehow you always felt that he was yours. You couldn't decide if you wanted to walk away or walk up to him, but you didn't need to because suddenly your eyes met and he nearly dropped the jar of pasta from shock. He quickly put it in his cart and rushed over to you.

Jongho stared at you in shock for a good minute, and tears welled up in your eyes. How embarrassing, you thought to yourself. "Y/N? Y/N Y/L/N? Is that you? Oh my- I can't believe this," he laughed. You smiled and nodded. "It is me, actually."

"What are you doing here? Didn't you move to Canada?" "I did... But I... I came back because... I felt like I had to be here," you confessed. You would never admit that it was because you felt like you had unfinished business in Korea that most likely had to do with Jongho.

"We should really catch up sometime," Jongho smiled. "Oh yeah, 100%, I- Oh well actually I live like 2 minutes away from here, why don't you come over for a cup of coffee right away?" You offered. Jongho nodded enthusiastically. "I'd love that, I'll go to the check out counter and wait for you."

•

"Wah, this appartment is quite amazing," Jongho said as he looked around the living room. You quickly stored your groceries in the fridge and made him a cup of coffee. "Thank you, I'm very proud of it," you admitted.

"So when did you get back?" Jongho asked as he sat down on your couch. "I came back last month, officially moved in here a week ago. My friends helped out a lot to get it nice and clean here." You put the coffee down on the table and took place beside him, batting your eyelashes at him flirtatiously, kind of unintentionally.

"Only a week? Wow, fresh," he grinned, "so you got sick of Canada?" "Well, I just... I had a good time but I didn't belong there," you confessed, "I feel like I belong here, I truly missed Korea, and I'm so happy to see my old friends again, and now you... it's incredible. It's like we never spend 10 years apart. Like I talked to you yesterday."

Jongho smiled and gently patted your shoulder. "It is, I still can't believe I am talking to you. I never expected to see you again, actually." "No, I know, me neither... It sucks how we lost contact all those years ago... Wow you... matured well," you giggled.

The man in front of you looked exquisite, to say the least. He was so fine and defined, with the whole hot boyfriend look and the expensive watch on his wrist. It felt like a k-drama moment to you. You felt now was the perfect moment to ask more about his current life.

"So, a lot of groceries, you must have... a family now?" You asked. Jongho laughed and drank a bit from his coffee before leaning back and resting his arms on the back- and armrest of the couch. "In a way."

You gave him a confused look, wondering what he meant by that. "If you mean like... married with children, no, I'm single, actually. But I live with a couple of friends, they're my family."

If you were completely honest you felt so relieved to hear he was single because the way his face looked just made your panties hypothetically drop. "Not married? You?" You asked in disbelief. "Yeah, I had a longterm relationship, I dated Kim Gayoung for 3 years, do you remember her from Biology?"

"Oh yeah, I do remember Gayoung. You didn't work it out with her?"

"No, she ended up being a liar and a serial cheater so I cut ties with her. We lived together so I had to move in with my friends. I'm still looking for an apartment of my own."

You sighed and shook your head. "I could never imagine cheating on you, I mean, didn't she realize she had gold in her hands?" Jongho looked at you, slightly flustered but also amused. His ego grew a little, or actually more than a little at your comment. Gold, huh?

It was silent while you drank your coffee, until Jongho broke the silence. "Do you ever think back about our... You know, our time together?" You swallowed thickly before nodding your head.

"All the time, actually. More... More than I would like to admit. I don't think I ever had... closure... I could never truly get over you. It's a shame how we never got to... You know... Be together."

Jongho nodded and scooched closer to you. "But we're both single people, aren't we?" You nodded slowly.

"And we're both interested in and attracted to each other, hm?"

You nodded again.

"So why don't we give it a second chance? A real one this time."

Another nodd.

"Please speak up cause I need consent before I kiss you," he laughed. You giggled and nodded again, "yes, I would really like that, actually."

And finally after almost 10 years he pressed his lips on yours again, and you felt just like you did back then. The 18-year old girl inside you was screaming and jumping while you tried to focus on his lips, taking all of the sensations in. You felt so extremely lucky to be in his arms right now, lips moving againsy each others' as his hand slid up and down your thigh. Nobody could ever take this moment away from you.

The kiss soon enough turned into a make-out session with more passion than you've ever felt before. Jongho seemed to be sure of what he's doing as his hands slid under your skirt to rub your crotch. You broke off the kiss and looked him in the eye.

"Oh sorry, did I go too far?" He quickly apologized as he retracted his hand from your clothed pussy. "N-No, I just got startled," you panted. You took his hand and brought it to the space between your legs again. A cocky smirk grew on his lips as he rubbed his fingers on your wet panties, feeling your arousal on the soft fabric.

"Already, darling?" He asked in a low tone. You felt like you were flying, genuinely on your way to heaven. You nodded and gasped when he yanked your panties down and felt up your soaking cunt, sliding his middlefinger inside.

"Y-You're just so hot and it brought all the fantasies back to life," you admitted as you choked on your own moans. "You fantasized about me?" "God, yes I did, I still regret never going beyond that kiss, fuck, I really wanted you, I was just scared."

"Well, I'm here to make your fantasies come true now," he whispered in your ear as he slid another finger inside you, pumping them in and out and curling them until he found the perfect angle, the best angle to make you squirm and moan out his name.

"Oh, Oh God, Jongho!" You whined out as he picked up his pace, fucking you hard on his fingers. The squelching off your wetness was like music to his ears and drew all the blood from his body to his dick. It swell up inside his pants, straining against the fine material. He wanted to release it, take it out and fuck you raw right here on this couch but he had never done anything with you before, so he told himself to put you first.

You took off your own sweater and unclasped your bra, tits falling free onto your chest. His eyes went wide and his mouth immediately attached to your nipples, sucking and licking them as if his life depended on it. Your skirt shoved up more and more as he abused your cunt with his hand, displaying your wet pussy.

"Look at that pretty pussy," Jongho grunted as he latched on your tits. He wanted to kiss them, suck them, lick them, bite them. God, were they perfect to him. "Pretty pussy, fucking pretty tits." He sucked harder on your nipples, causing you to moan louder and fuck yourself on his fingers, moving your hips along with him.

Your body started to shake when he rubbed his thumb on your clit, moving it in circles as he pressed down lightly on it. "That's it baby, look at you cumming so prettily for me, that's it, give it to me baby, let go for me and cum on my fingers," he cooed. You felt the immense pleasure wash over you as he got you through your orgasm, kissing your breasts again as he pulled his fingers away from you. He licked them off and savoured the taste of your arousal, making him moan ever so slightly.

"Good girl," he smirked as he kissed your chest once more. You shoved your skirt down, and realized you were completely naked while he still had everything but his shoes and coat on. How unfair, you thought.

You began to strip him from his clothes, his black shirt unbuttoned and now on the floor. Your fingers fiddled with the buckle of his belt before finally getting it open. Jongho discarded his pants and underwear and showed off his rockhard cock, standing proudly against his stomach.

"Fuck, Jongho," you cursed as your mouth watered at the sight of him. He was fucking hung and you wanted nothing more than to have him in your mouth.

"Fuck, Y/N," he cursed as you got on your knees in front of him and took his hard cock in your mouth, sucking him off. Your head bobbed up and down in his lap and he ran his hands through your hair, making a ponytail out of it so your hair would not fall back into your face.

"That's it baby, suck it, yeah, fuck, suck my cock," he grunted. "God, I've been dreaming about this for so long, wanted this for so long," he moaned. You could cry out of happiness, feeling so overwhelmed but so aroused by the presence of this man.

"Oh my God, you take it so well, look at you princess, yeah, just a little more," he groaned, "fit it all in there baby, come on, you can do it, yeah just like that, just like that, who's a good girl? Fuck, that's it, precious!"

You went faster and took all of him in your mouth, tears burning in your eyes as his cockhead touched the back of your throat. "God, yes!" He moaned out louder. His cock twitched in your throat, signaling you that he was close. He quickly pulled out of your mouth, making you whine out his name. "Sorry baby, I wanna cum inside your pussy and make it cream nicely for me," he panted.

You bit your lip and nodded as you took him to your bedroom as quickly as possible and you laid down on the soft sheets. "God, baby, will you let me fuck you like this?" Jongho asked as he hovered above you.

"Yes, please, fuck me raw, fuck my pussy like you mean it," you moaned as he slid his hard dick inside you. "Oh, fuck, I do mean it baby, I mean all of it, I fucking mean it so bad."

Jongho started to fuck you relentlessly, releasing all of his passion and desire in this moment. The sound of your skin slapping together and the melodious moans coming from your throat created a sinful symphony that you and Jongho - and probably your neighbours - would be thinking about for a long time.

"Your pussy is so fucking perfect, so fucking perfect for me," he moaned as he pushed himself all the way in, ramming his dick in there as if it was his last day on earth.

"J-Jongho! Fuck!" You screamed as his thrusts got harder and faster before they turned sloppy. "I'm so close baby, I'm gonna fill your pussy with my cum. I'm gonna fucking fill you up with my cum and then I'm gonna fuck you again, and again, and again," he moaned.

With a few more thrusts Jongho came inside you with furrowed brows and low grunts. You whined as he pulled out of you and turned you around. You rested on your elbows and put your ass up, legs spread for his easy access.

He pumped his cock a few times again and sank back in, wincing at the sensitivity from his orgasm. "Oh, Oh yeah, that's it," he moaned as he fucked your tight pussy again, smacking his hand on the soft flesh of your ass.

"J-Jongho, oh my God! Yes!" You couldn't bring out anything else but his name and all the curse words you could think of. "Is it that good huh, baby? Is my cock filling you up that nicely? Got you all fucked dumb already, didn't I? Fuck you're so good for me, such a good and nice pussy, I'm gonna fucking cum inside you again and fill your hole 'til everything's leaking out."

You had never imagined Jongho to speak such filthy words to you but you weren't complaining at all. All you could do is moan and whine and let him have his way with you. Before you knew it he send you to cloud 9 as you orgasmed again, clenching down on his cock.

"Fuck, such a good pussy, clenching on my dick like that," he grunted. He spanked your ass again before cumming deep inside you again, pumping you full with his hot cum. You could only whine at the feeling of it, your heart burning with passion and desire.

He pulled out of you again and rolled you on your back once again. Your make-up was all smudgy and messed up and Jongho just felt himself get hard again at the sight.

"I'm gonna fuck your pussy again, Y/N, gonna fuck it again, gonna fuck it and make you take all the cum I can give you. You can take it, can't you?"

You were overwhelmed with his dirty talk and his stamina. Sure, you expected him to be good in bed but this? No you never expected that. Yet, you nodded and spread your legs again to let him inside you again.

His large cock stretched your walls for the third time that night and you cried out his name. Your pussy started to clench down on him again immediately, making him cry out, panting out your name. "Y/N, fuck, you little minx, I fucking love your pussy so much, it takes me so well, needs me so bad, huh? Fucking love it, fucking love it baby."

Jongho kept going at it for what felt like hours, making your throat go sore and weak. He slid his hands over your legs before pulling them up and laying them over his shoulders. You were nearly bend in half as he fucked you harder than ever before, making you and him cum together as one, sending yourselves to euphoria.

He fell down onto your chest, collapsing after his intense orgasm. He panted out as he filled your pussy for the third time before sliding his cock out of you. Jongho laid next to you and kissed your forehead as you breathed heavily from the most passionate sex you ever had in your life.

"Well I say chances are pretty good we're doing this again," he grinned.

#kpop #ateez #shinestarhwaa #jongho #choi jongho #fluff #smut #oneshot

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s4bbatical · 6 months ago

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YOUR GIRL | Part 2. Patrick Zweig x Female!Reader

Pairing: Patrick Zweig x female!reader, Tashi Duncan x female!reader (platonic)

Summary: After your parents announce their divorce, you're sent to New York to pursue your passion for the arts at NYU. Your cousin, the infamous tennis player Tashi Duncan, introduces you to her insufferable colleagues at a house party in the upper east side. Already a sore thumb from rural Canada, Patrick can't help but find interest in an untouched territory.

Word Count: 5,5k

Warnings: Sexual tension, profanities, mentions of cigarette use.

MINORS DNI

Notes: The timeline is inaccurate in comparison to the film, this is an AU. All characters introduced are barely in their early 20s, unless stated otherwise. No use of y/n.

Part 1. Part 3. Part 4.

CHAPTER TWO: “Everything is Embarrassing”

"Could've been my anything, now everything is embarrassing."

It had been two weeks since the house party scene had unfolded, and to no avail, you could not stop thinking of those green eyes. They watched you in the back of your mind no matter what you did, whether it was homework or taking a shower. They never leaved you alone.

The worst part is, you hadn’t even seen him since the gathering. The constant recollection of how he stared at you, haunted you more than the idea of his presence itself. It was embarrassing.

You found yourself walking into a coffee shop not far from your grandparent’s home, willing to perform in the corner of the space by convincing yourself that you’d get any of your homework done.

You ordered a black coffee, not in the mood to drink anything heavy as your stomach already felt uneasy with the deadlines you had waiting for you.

Tashi had agreed to sleep over, on the condition you’d be willing to meet her at the recreational space provided by NYU later that day. You two had a family gathering the next day, so it made sense. Plus, she loved you like you were her sister. She was more than happy to spend time with you.

Tashi was already training even though it was the off season. You envied her drive, but wouldn’t dare doing half the things she did. Your uphill treks to even make it to your classes were more than enough.

You stared at your laptop screen, feeling the blue rays burn your eyes into your skull. You read the first paragraph of your paper at least five times over, hoping you’d find a spark in you to write the second one. One would think that writing a paper on a topic you actually enjoyed would be a walk in the park, that is, if the park was burning in flames.

You end up scrolling on your phone not soon after, somehow ending up on Patrick Zweig’s Instagram page by diving deep enough on your cousin’s profile. You hated to admit that this wasn’t the first time you had done this within the past two weeks.

You feel yourself get worked up slightly as you scrolled past the photos of him on the court, sweat and lean muscle encapsulated perfectly within the professionally taken photos.

Your thumb slips as you attempt to refocus on your task at hand, accidentally liking a family photo from two years ago. You gasp quietly to yourself.

“Shit!” You whisper, removing your like from the photo before putting your phone face down on the table. Shockingly, you manage to find a jolt of energy to continue writing your paper in fear of looking at your phone once more. You heard your phone vibrate, but refuse to look at it.

An hour goes by, you've grown tired of looking at the words on your screen again. Without thinking, you pick up your phone to look at your notifications.

pat_zweig started following you.

Your eyes widen at the notification, hesitantly unlocking your phone and opening the Instagram app. You decide to follow him back, feeling as if your chest was about to explode by how fast your heart rate had gone up.

You watch as you receive a new DM.

pat_zweig: thinking of me are you?

You put your phone back down, shaking your head. You begin to pack up your belongings, seeing it was nearly time to meet up with Tashi and it takes nearly an hour to get there from your current location. Your face surely had gone red from the interaction, wanting to disappear into the hole of the earth and become one with the dirt.

You begrudgingly exit the café, walking over to the subway to get yourself to the West Village.

You approach the large recreational center, using your student card to get inside.

You notice students from different skill levels and sport backgrounds exercising in their own bubbles, paying no mind to each other unless necessary. You walk over to an empty bench, sitting down as you scan the room for Tashi. She was nowhere to be seen.

You remember there’s a tennis court in the next space over, picking up yourself back up.

You walk over to the next heavy set of doors that led to an outside lot attached to the building, pushing them open to reveal the court. You still don’t see Tashi.

You sigh, pulling out your phone to see if your cousin had texted you; nothing from her end. You scan the space again whilst walking into the bleachers. You set your bag down, deciding that she could find you here.

Off season apparently meant nothing to these people, watching them work up a sweat in the late September breeze. Your mind is so set on the schoolwork you left behind that you don’t even notice exactly who is playing until you begin to focus on faces.

Your eyes land on Patrick.

He was on the furthest court away from the door, which is why you hadn’t noticed him at first. He was playing a round against Art.

You watched closely as he smacked the ball, hard. His muscles moved with every decision he made, your eyes wandering down to his exposed legs, specifically his thighs.

You felt your face flush again, finding somewhere to sit before anyone could notice you fixated on the sight in front of you. You pull out your phone and text Tashi quickly.

where r u? i’m sitting by the tennis court

You look up right in time to watch Patrick begin to chase around Art after their game ends. As Art falls to the ground in a dramatic feat, this is when Patrick finally makes eye contact with you. He slows down, now only about 20 feet away from you. You could see that smirk from the top of the empire state building if you tried hard enough.

You knew he wanted to talk to you, and a part of you wanted him to, like a child playing with fire. Before he has a chance to approach you, Tashi appears from what seemed like thin air with her bag around her shoulder.

“Sorry, I was in the locker room.” She says, approaching you with a smile.

You snap out of your daze, looking up at your cousin. "Took you long enough." You force out.

“Let’s go, I am starving.” She says, signaling you to follow her.

You get up once more, moving your messenger bag across your body. The two of you climb down from the bleachers and make your way to the exit. You quickly glance back as Tashi opens the doors, looking at Patrick.

He was watching you closely, his eyes sizing you up. He waves at you with that diabolical smirk once your eyes meet again, just like he did at the party. You mentally kick yourself, despising the excitement you felt from this situation. Tashi would be immensely disappointed in you, to say the least. You look away.

“Hello, you okay?” Tashi asks, waving her hand in front of your face as the doors closed behind you two.

You blink repeatedly, coming to. “Yeah, sorry. My essay has drained me mentally.” You smack your cheeks lightly, attempting to straighten out your brain and rebuke any thoughts of that mischievous bastard.

Tashi laughs at you. “Okay you weirdo.” She says, linking arms with you. “I drove today, by the way. No shitway for us.”

Tashi has referred to the subway as such for as long as you could remember. She grew up better off than you, avoiding public transit whenever she could. However, she always willingly rode the subway with you when you visited. It was apart of the experience, you had always reasoned with her. Since you were now a local until further notice, the desire to do so wasn’t as strong now that you had to take the subway yourself nearly every day.

The car ride was long but bearable. Tashi had let you choose the music, also letting you complain when she apparently had no good CDs. They were her parents CDs, anyways. It didn’t matter to her.

You felt your phone vibrate on your lap, lifting it up to see what notification you got as Tashi droned on about her own studies.

pat_zweig: do you always look that hot and bothered, or is it because of me?

You gulp quietly, side eyeing Tashi to make sure she wasn’t taking notice to what you were doing on your phone as you continued to nod in agreement to whatever she was saying.

You: do you always speak to women like this, or are you just born this way?

You didn’t really want to put up a fight with Patrick, but you found it only fair to at least try to drive him away on your cousin’s behalf.

pat_zweig: only to the ones id like to see underneath me to be honest

You gasp loudly at the aforementioned text, causing Tashi to become concerned.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” She asks quickly, taking her eyes off the road for a second to look over at you.

“Nothing! Nothing.” You laugh nervously, holding your phone screen away from her sight. “I just uh, I realized I had something due sooner than I expected.” You say curtly, pulling gently at the neckline of your sweater. You stared at the message over and over, taken aback by his crass response. You quickly text back.

You: wowww you’re really ambitious! you should direct that energy towards your personal goals in life and actually make something of yourself

You knew that you were being rude, but you had a feeling he enjoyed being ridiculed by you. It was quite obvious that you couldn’t say anything that would make him leave you alone. Quite frankly, that’s the last thing you’d wish for him to do.

pat_zweig: what if my personal goal is to know what it’s like?

You hastily put your phone in your pocket as the two of you approach your grandparent’s home, your body burning to the touch.

“Do you need help with that assignment?” Tashi asks once she parked her car and turned off the ignition.

“What assignment?” You ask, confused by her question.

Tashi gives you a quizzical look. “The one you seem really worked up over. You’ve barely spoken for the last five minutes. You don’t do that.” She points out, gesturing towards you.

You laugh again. “No, it’s fine, sorry. My mind is just–“ You whistle, pointing your finger out the window. “–elsewhere today. Ignore me.” You say, stepping out of the car and closing the passenger door.

You retrieve your bags from the backseat, Tashi giving you a look like she didn’t fully believe you. Albeit, she did not question you further.

As the two of you have dinner with your grandparents, your mind keeps wandering back to the message. Your imagination gets the best of you as you thought about what it is like to have his calloused hands on your exposed skin, the same flames as before licking at your core. Deep down, you wanted to find out.

“Excuse me, I have to use the washroom.” You says suddenly, getting up to exit the room and run upstairs.

“Don’t be long! We still have dessert!” Your grandmother exclaims after you.

You felt your heart race as you closed the door behind you, sitting on the ledge of the bathtub as you unlocked your phone. You go to text back Patrick.

You: and what exactly is it that you’d do in order to find that out?

This was getting messy. You knew you were doing something you shouldn’t have, and it only enticed you more to the situation.

Patrick didn’t text back right away. In fact, he didn’t at all until you and Tashi were in your room a few hours later, staying up watching rom coms.

Tashi was laying beside you, her eyes barely staying open. Jennifer Hudson was meeting Matthew McConaughey for the first time in How to Lose A Guy In 10 Days when your phone buzzed again. You looked at it instantly.

pat_zweig: what are you doing rn?

pat_zweig: i’ll answer your question in person

Your eyes flicker between Tashi and the movie before responding.

You: i’m busy sorry

pat_zweig: not busy enough to be ignoring me though, right?

You don’t respond right away, your mind drifting off over the imagery he has given you. Patrick sends you another text.

pat_zweig: you’re thinking about it, aren’t you

You: about what?

You knew exactly what he was referring to, but something about trying to make him say it out loud made it even better.

pat_zweig: you know what i mean, you're smarter than that

pat_zweig: are you sure you’re busy?

You look over at Tashi. She’s fallen asleep without you even realizing it. You purse your lips in deep thought, weighing out your options. You respond back.

You: i can’t tonight

You watch as the typing bubble reappears then disappear multiple times before he finally messages you back.

pat_zweig: enjoy that dream world of yours in the meantime then

pat_zweig: goodnight

You feel your cheeks warm up, placing your phone face down on the bed beside you.

You begin to think about what would it be like; to be underneath him, over him, in front, his head between your–

You flip over to bury your face in your pillow, attempting to suffocate the thoughts out of your mind. Without trying, you end up falling asleep.

As the morning rises, you and Tashi busy yourselves with school assignments for the earlier half of the day.

"Stop moving or this portrait is gonna look disfigured." You state, Tashi readjusting herself in your desk chair once again. You had to paint a subject for your visual studies course, figuring your cousin would be a great example. Except, she could not sit still for the life of her.

"Sorry, the coffee is getting to me." She admits, keeping her face straight as you continue to paint the base of the image.

"Just let me get the color grade right, then you can get up." You say, sticking out your tongue slightly as you focus on the canvas.

Your grandparents and Tashi's parents liked to host family gatherings every couple of months or so, preferably when it was still warm outside so they had an excuse to use the barbecue. The entire house was expected to be in attendance, meaning you and your grandparents. Tashi explained that her parents were more than happy to do so, considering your appearance in their home of New York.

"Okay..." You lay down a few more strokes before humming in approval. "You're free to roam now."

Tashi gets up instantly, stretching out her back. "I'm grateful you asked me to do this, but don't make me do it again please." She pleas, groaning slightly.

"Noted." You say, putting the paintbrush into your jar of murky water.

"Girls! Are you hungry? I'm making appetizers for later." Your aunt Diane exclaims from the bottom of the stairs.

"Do you think she made pigs in a blanket?" You ask Tashi excitedly, who laughs at your facial expression.

"Coming, mom!" She yells back, exiting the room with you trailing behind.

The two of you enter the kitchen, seeing all kinds of ingredients laid out on the counter. Your grandmother was assisting Diane, your grandfather outside with Tashi's dad Mike as the two hovered over the barbecue. There were in fact, pigs in a blanket on the counter. You reach your hand out for one.

"Careful baby," Your grandmother warns. "They're fresh out of the oven. Wait a few minutes."

You nod, retracting your hand. "What time is everyone supposed to be here at?" You ask, sitting on a stool.

"About an hour, just a few more family friends is all." Diane explains. "I invited Michelle and her folks. I haven't seen her in quite some time, I'm very ecstatic." She muses, a smile forming on her face.

"Who's Michelle?" Tashi asks, taking a grape from a nearby bowl and throwing it into her mouth.

"An old friend of mine from college. Her son actually goes to NYU too, tennis player as well." Her mom says, pointing her knife towards Tashi before going back to cutting tomatoes.

"What's his name? I might know him." Tashi states.

"I honestly can't remember, honey. He's coming too though, I believe. You'll see then if you know him or not." Diane shrugs.

Your phone vibrates, pulling it out of your back pocket.

pat_zweig: any wet dreams of me last night?

You roll your eyes, turning your body away from the conversation between your family members.

You: that would actually be a nightmare. so no, thankfully

pat_zweig: you're really good at pretending you don't give a shit about me

pat_zweig: keep it up and i might get hard ;)

You scoff, putting your phone back in your pocket. Unbelievable.

Your grandmother says your name, earning your attention. "Can you mix up the caesar salad for me while I get these tarts going?" She asks with a drawl of her Brooklyn accent.

"Course." You say, getting off the stool and catering to your grandmother's needs.

The door bell rings. Not realizing it had already been an hour, your aunt makes a noise of excitement as she heads over to the front door. She begins greeting people you have either last seen when you were 14, or have never met at all.

You felt like your head was metaphorically hit with a large stone when you see a familar head of black curls step through the threshold of the front door. You hear Tashi choke on her water behind you.

"Grandma, what's Michelle's last name?" You ask quickly, turning away from the scene to face your grandmother.

"Oh, Zweig I think. Why?" She says casually, having no idea about the chaos that was about to ensue.

Tashi locks eyes with you, although you knew you didn't look nearly as pissed off as she did over his presence.

"I'm going to help dad outside." She says calmly, quickly walking through the sliding door that was already open.

You debate whether or not you should follow your cousin, but you didn't wish to create a situation. "Is Tashi alright?" Your grandmother asks.

"She will be." You sigh, turning back towards the guests. It would be rude of you to not say hi, after all.

Patrick looks at you, standing beside his mother. That's where he gets his looks from. You think to yourself.

"Michelle, this is my niece." Diane introduces you, Michelle stepping forward and engulfing you in a hug.

"Your Steph's daughter? Gosh, you are quite the stunner." Michelle says, rubbing your back briskly before stepping back. "This is my son, Patrick."

Patrick smiles innocently. "Oh, we know each other already." He says nonchalantly.

"Oh really? You must know Tashi then," Your aunt glances around. "I'm not sure where she went, though." She hums.

Michelle and Diane rejoice in conversation, wandering off to the backyard to join the men. Your grandmother had began bringing out snacks to the dining table, leaving you and Patrick alone in the kitchen.

He leans against the counter, a little too comfortably close to you. "Long time no talk." He muses, grabbing a grape from the bowl behind you and popping it into his mouth. A grin spreads across his face when he realizes how tense you are.

"Did you know I'd be here?" You ask with a flippant tone. "It's like you get off by making me uncomfortable." You suggest, crossing your arms.

Patrick shrugs. "Don't know," He leans in close. "you didn't seem that uncomfortable last night." He glances down at your lips before making eye contact once more. "Also, no, I didn't know. Pleasant surprise." He murmurs before stepping away, heading towards the backyard.

You let go of the breath you didn't realize you were holding, deciding to preoccupy yourself by helping your grandmother arrange appetizers on the dining table.

More family members arrived over time, nearly everyone either outside on the lawn or sitting around the dining table with drinks.

You had decided to stand on the balcony connecting to the master bedroom, having a cigarette so the smoke wouldn't be a disturbance to anyone. You watched carefully as Patrick entertained one of your younger relatives, trying not to laugh as the kid threw his stuffed animal at his face. He feigned being hurt, earning a hug from the little boy. It warmed your heart a bit, seeing this side to him. You hear the door open behind you, turning your head to see Tashi.

"I cannot believe he showed up, seriously." She scoffs, looking over the scenery. "He knew this was my family's gathering, it's like he enjoys being the piece of shit on the bottom of my shoe or something." She says bitterly, taking a sip of the diet coke in her hand.

You tilt your head side to side, somewhat agreeing with her. You blow out smoke. "At least he isn't trying anything," You attempt to reason. "But I get it. If I were you, I'd wanna kick him in the nuts or something too." It wasn't far from what your feeling yourself.

After a few moments of silence, Tashi speaks once again. "I think I'm gonna head home, I have an early day tomorrow anyways." She sighs, looking over at you. "Are you gonna be alright?" She asks, clearly referring to the threat down below.

"Oh, yeah." You reassure. "These bad boys?" You flex your arms as your cigarette hangs out of you mouth. You put your arms back down and hold out your smoke to continue speaking. "They'll protect me."

Tashi laughs quietly, nodding. "Okay then. I'm heading out." She pulls you in for a brief hug. "You smell like cigarettes." She comments, her nose scrunching up a bit.

"Hm, wonder why." You say, raising your brows as you inhale the cigarette once more.

Tashi smiles at you. "Okay, bye." She says, returning back into the house.

You put out the cancerous addiction into the ash tray on top of the side table to your right, resting your arms on the railing. You look back down, watching your relatives mingle with one another. You smile, yet felt heavy without the presence of your mom around. You were pretty good at calling her every other day, but it just wasn't the same.

You make eye contact with Patrick, who holds up a pack of his own smokes, gesturing to your current location. You roll your eyes. You knew it was best if he smoked where you were than anywhere else. You nod, watching him grin as he disappears into the house.

A minute later, he joins you on the balcony, closing the sliding door behind him. He doesn't say a word, putting a cigarette in his mouth. He pats down his pockets, looking for a lighter.

You flick yours and hold it up, allowing Patrick to lean in and light his smoke without you even looking at him.

You listen to him inhale then exhale, standing right beside you.

"Beautiful evening, isn't it?" He says, no indication of arrogance in his words. He actually might be genuine for once.

"Mm, yeah." You mumble, resting your chin on the palm of your hand.

He leans over the railing to make eye contact with you. "You okay?" He asks, noticing your lack of sarcasm.

"Yeah, it's fine." You say, looking back down at your family members. "It's stupid, I just miss my mom. That's all." You say nonchalantly.

Patrick nods, inhaling his cigarette again. "She's back in Canada, right?" He asks.

"Yep, unfortunately." You say, looking over at him as you purse your lips. "I'm surprised you haven't made a lewd comment yet." You remark, a small smile playing on your lips.

It was odd, there wasn't any tension to slice with a knife. The air was peaceful between the two of you.

Patrick chuckles. "I figured right now isn't a good time. Besides, there's children present." He gestures towards the young children running around the legs of parents who attempted to hold conversation while their kids yelled.

"I don't think they can hear you, nor would they know what you were even saying." You point out, debating whether or not you have another cigarette.

Patrick hums. "I suppose you're right." He says, putting his cigarette out in the ash tray.

You look at each other for a long moment, complete silence taking over. You clear your throat and stand up straight, running a hand through your hair.

"Can I ask you something?" You say, your stomach flipping over as he nods. "Why..." You struggle to find your words. "Why do you do the things you do?"

He furrows his brows at your question. "I'm not sure I know what you mean."

"How come you like flirting with everyone? You slept with my cousin over the summer and now you're going after me. Why?" You ask. You didn't have any cruel intentions behind your words, you simply just wanted to know why.

Patrick goes silent, his gaze looking down at the ground. "I, I don't know." He mumbles before looking back up at you. "I think I like knowing I have that ability over people." He admits, shrugging. "I'm not trying to achieve anything, I just can't help myself." He says, scratching the back of his neck.

You nod, looking away in thought. "Right, makes sense." You say.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He inquires, sounding nearly offended by your statement.

"Manwhore." You simply say, holding back a smile.

"Oh shut the fuck up." He quips, shaking his head. "You're really something, you know." He adds, looking at you with a certain fondness in your eyes. You were meeting his level, you knew it was entertaining to him.

"I'm something to Patrick Zweig? God bless America." You say sarcastically, placing your hand over your heart.

He mocks you in a high pitched tone, rolling his eyes. "Most women would've caved in by now, even Tashi did." He states, a shit eating grin on his face.

"Hey seriously, don't speak of her like that." You say sternly, clearly upset with his words.

His smile falls, wincing at your words. "Sorry, I'm sorry. That was a low blow, that wasn't cool. Sorry." He says. "I mean it." He adds, his words with a clear indication of regret.

You hum for a moment. "I guess I forgive you." You say, rubbing your arms. The breeze had gotten colder over the course of two weeks, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

"Thanks, I appreciate it." He says, a half grin on his face now. "Are you cold? We can go back inside. I think the party is dying down anyways." He points out, grabbing ahold of the door handle.

"Yeah, I should get back to my homework anyways." You state, stepping inside once Patrick opened the door.

The two of you make it out to the hallway, hearing the faint commotion of family downstairs.

Patrick stands awkwardly in the doorway as you enter your bedroom, unsure of what he was allowed to do.

"You can come in, just don't try anything please." You warn him, walking over to your closet to find a change of clothes.

"Course." He says, entering the room. He may be a horny asshole, but he knew when to respect boundaries. "Do you, want me to close the door or...?" He asks timidly.

"Please." You request. "I need to change, so I'd also appreciate it if you stood and faced the wall in the corner." You add, gesturing him towards the other side of the room.

Patrick raises his eyebrow, closing the door before facing the corner beside it. "Go ahead." He says, muffled by the wall.

You watch him as you undress, making sure he doesn't attempt to sneak a peek at you.

"Okay, you may turn around now."

Patrick slowly turns to face you, your outfit now a baggy shirt and some worn out sweatpants. "Wow, what an outfit." He says sarcastically, going over to your bed to sit on it.

"I was trying to impress you." You say with the same amount of humor in your voice, walking over to your desk.

"Are you actually gonna do your homework?" He asks, leaning back against your headboard.

"Yeah, the fuck?" You remark, sitting down in your desk chair.

"Wow." He lets out a low whistle, resting his hands behind his head as he crosses his legs. "Shocking."

"What?" You ask.

You both knew exactly what the other was thinking, but your pride was too big and his ego was too inflated for either of you to say anything about it.

"Nevermind." He says, closing his eyes. "Your bed is comfortable, I might just sleep here tonight." He muses, opening one eye.

"Hm, sorry, there's no flames to recreate the heat of Hell where your apartment must be." You retort, turning to face your laptop.

"You're really funny, I like that." Patrick comments, smiling at the back of your head. "You ever consider stand up?"

"Only if I get to make fun of you on stage for two hours straight." You quip, looking over your shoulder with a smile.

Patrick laughs quietly, standing up from your bed to lean over you, watching your laptop screen. "I cannot understand why a research paper is more exciting than my presence." He says, placing one hand on your chair and the other on your desk beside your hand.

"You'd be surprised." You say humorously, looking up at him.

He looks down at you, his face illuminated by your desk lamp. God, he was one attractive idiot.

He smirked, leaning his face in closer. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." He murmurs.

"I was just about to say the same thing." You whisper. You both hesitantly move in closer, finding yourself slowly losing the battle.

Patrick was not an easy man to ignore, and you were rapidly becoming unsure of your ability to control yourself. His lips just barely graze yours, teasing you slightly. You're about to go all in-

Until someone opens the door.

You both pull away from each other. Patrick is now standing as stiff as a board, his hands stuck to his sides as he pretends to look at your laptop screen. You stared at Diane with wide eyes.

"Oh, sorry you two." She raises a brow. "Was I interrupting something?"

"Nope. She was just showing me her research paper. Boring as hell." Patrick states, walking over to the door. "Is my mom looking for me?" He asks.

"Yes, I was about to say. She just wanted to say goodbye, and if you needed a ride to your apartment." Tashi mom says, eyeing Patrick closely.

You begin to laugh, covering your mouth.

Patrick's ears turn red, laughing awkwardly at Diane's words. "She's so sweet, considering my crappy Volkswagen is in the shop right now." He explains through gritted teeth, making sure you knew he wasn't getting rides from his mom consistently at the proper age of 22. "I'll get going now, goodnight Mrs. Duncan." He says, then looks over at you. "Goodnight." He winks at you before disappearing from view.

She watches him go down the stairs, turning to face you again. "What an interesting man that Patrick is." She states, crossing her arms. "He wasn't trying anything, was he?" She asks cautiously.

"No ma'am, I wouldn't let him do such a thing." You assure her. Like mother like daughter. You think to yourself.

"Alright." She whispers, uncrossing her arms with a smile. "Mike and I are heading out now. Call me if you need me." She states as she quickly walks over and hugs you, placing a kiss on your head. "I love you a lot."

"Will do. I love you too." You respond, smiling.

"Bye baby." Your aunt says before she exits your room, closing the door slowly behind her.

You groan loudly a few moments later, dragging your hands over your face in frustration towards no one but yourself. You almost succumbed to the powers of Patrick Zweig, and it was pissing you off.

"Stupid motherfucking pretty boy motherfucker." You mutter bitterly to yourself, grabbing your makeup wipes off your desk to clean your face. "You will not win! Your charms don't work on me, you bitch!" You exclaim, pretending he was still in front of you. You rub the makeup off your face and discard the used wipes in the trashcan by your desk.

Your phone buzzes. You sigh loudly, rubbing your forehead.

"I swear to god." You mutter, grabbing the cellular device.

pat_zweig: next time there will be no interruptions

pat_zweig: goodnight ;)

You toss yourself onto your bed, grabbing your pillow as you scream into it.

You will be the death of me, Patrick Zweig.

i know i wrote this but why is he lowkey pissing me off too LMFAO

anyways, thank you for your patience everyone. A whole 24 hours.. blasphemy. I'll get right onto part 3, no doubt about it. also!! over double the amount of the previous word count because i am very grateful for the responses i got. much love you guys.

as always, let me know how you like it, and if you have any suggestions for future pieces lmk! huzzah

much love, isabel

#josh o'connor x reader #patrick zweig x you #patrick zweig imagine #patrick zweig #patrick zweig x reader #tashi duncan x reader #tashi duncan #art donaldson #challengers x reader #challengers fic

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gadriezmannsgirl · 2 years ago

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Not Like Others -P.G (2)

Not me ending this as soon as I got home and did all my homework a bit rushed at 1:35am knowing I had to wake up early today✌🏻😌✨😁 But still I fell asleep with my phone in hand, so I didn't posted it on the time I had finished😭🥴 and now I'm off of work and decided to take a little breather from Uni work. Anyways... I hope you enjoy it! Please, let me know what you think of this! And I want to hear/read you guys out, what do you think it'll happen in the series?!

|Chapter I| |Chapter III|

Summary: When you get the chance of meeting Pablo Gavi, you don't seem to react as the rest of people would do and that attracts him to you

Two Weeks Later

Being the new girl was absolutely awful, everyone is looking at you, talking, whispering about you, judging the way your looks without getting to know anything from you first. You hated it and you hated being in the spotlight.

You had a week going at the Universitat de Barcelona and you were still pretty much alone since no one has got closer to you for anything. You now remember why you hated the thought of moving to a new country, this was exactly what you imaginated and exactly what you disliked.

Walking into the cafeteria, everyone turned to look at you once more, you sighed grabbing your lunch and going towards the table that was in the back, ready to eat. Have you said you hated being in this kind of spotlight?

Because you had done a revalidation and equivalence of your recent college studies in Canada for the transfer, you were now in your third semester (two semesters behind of what you actually were), where the UB had been the first one interested in you and opened their doors, accepting you into their university family. You were currently sat at one of the tables eating your lunch and enjoying some words of Colleen Hoover “Regretting You” when two girls and three boys stood in front of you

"¿Les puedo ayudar en algo?" (Can I help you with anything?) You said

"Yes, ¿Podemos sentarnos contigo?" (Can we sit with you?) The red haired girl said with a small smile

"Hemos estado queriendo acercarnos desde que llegaste pero no sabíamos como" (We've been wanting get closer to you ever since you came here but we didn't know how) The sunkissed skin boy said showing his dimples as you nod witth a light smile

"Sure" You made space for them to fill the table

"Anastasia Rodríguez but everyone calls me Ana" A dark haired girl with glasses said

"I'm Olivia Montero" The red haired girl said doing a peace sign with her fingers

"Jonathan Ontero" A blonde guy smiled

"Eric Wolf" A dark haired boy with deep blue eyes said

"Antonio Figueroa" The sunkissed boy said

"Nice to meet you guys, I'm Y/N Santos" You smiled softly

"Have you got any other friends? What do you think of the Uni?" Jonathan asked as you shake your head laughing

"You guys are the first ones to come by" You admit shyly "And it's huge, I keep on getting lost" They laugh "but it's really pretty"

"Is that why you came late to Paint II?" You nod shyly

"I think the professor doesn't like me though, he keeps on putting this bitchy face whenever I appear on his vision" They laugh

"No, that's his face. I promise" Eric chuckled as you nod laughing quietly

"I'm sorry if this may sound a bit out of place, but it's so cool and at the same time so weird to have a Canadian between us"

"I'm not" You shook your head "I'm Spaniard"

"You're even cooler then!" Ana exclaimed making a few heads come to where you were sitting, Jonathan sushed her as she softly pushed her finger up to her lip in a quiet motion. You couldn't help but laugh

"Lo siento" You said as they waved you off with a smile.

They kept on talking and it was safe to say you liked them, they were really funny. You don’t know how or when but after the lunch they had spent the rest of the day with you. Anastasia claiming you as one of them now, you smiled and accepted. You had enjoyed the day with their jokes, occurrences and got a hold of the whole system at college because of them.

They reminded you a little bit of your old friend group but instead of being five (six including you), your old group consisted of four, two and two. However these guys were chattier than ever and you loved that too seeing that you also loved to talk.

“Oh, Y/N! One of my friends is doing this party this Saturday, you should come!” Jonathan said as you all were meeting after the last class of the day.

"Party?" You ask "It's their birthday?" He shook his head

"More like a celebration" He added "He's in a team and wants to do a celebration for this big win" You nod processing

“Oh gosh! Yes, that’s such a good idea! You can socialize more, get to know people and even Barcelona!” Olivia said as you shook your head lightly

"I don't know" You said doubtly "I know nobody in there and I'm sure you guys will do your thing" You waved your hands around "The last thing I want is one of you stop spending a good time to practically babysit me and no, señor. That's not happening" You shook your head and also shook your finger side to side as they all smiled

"You're cute if you think we won't spend THE greatest time over there" You smiled blushing lightly at Eric

"Also, you're cute thinking we'll give up on the first try" Ana wrapped her arm around your shoulder "You just have to wait, you'll be crazy for the party"

And three days later you were tired of waiting. The persuasive method of these guys was extremely annoying and you were already guessing the words that could come out of their mouths, each one, taking turns on who was the one speaking next.

You could even say you had dreamed with the: 'You have/gotta/should come to my/Jonathan's friend party! It'll be awesome and we'll all be there, pretty please' words.

And when Antonio opened his mouth you instantly shushed him off.

"I'll be there" You said to him as he smiled nodding fist bumping the air

"I knew it!" He exclaimed a little bit too loud

"If you already knew the various artistic movements, Mr. Figueroa, I ask you to come up here and explain some of them" Miss Alba, the professor of Modern Art, told him in a monotone voice and her facial expression was up in interest as everyone turned around to look at you both. You looked down in shame and blushed hard as Antonio stuttered

"I-I...mmm"

"The most seen, used and that we can qualify as importants are cubism, futurism, surrealism, impressionism, expressionism, art brut and a few more" You spoke up with determination, you had already seen this curse back in Canada and you had nailed every test, quiz, popquiz, presentation and essays.

"Well done, señorita Santos. Now, señor Figueroa, le aconsejo que preste un poco más de atención a la clase y deje de hablar con Y/N, entendemos que es una chica muy bonita, inteligente y es nueva aquí, pero por favor, para los chats existen las horas de descanso" (Mr. Figueroa, I suggest you to pay a little more of attention to the class and stop talking with Y/N, we understand she's pretty, smart and new girl here, but, please, you can do that bit of chatting on your resting times) If you had blushed you were now rainbow coloured, Antonio had murmured a quiet "Sure, professor" and sank back on his seat as you heard the laughs of the whole class came in embarrassing the two of you

"Happy?" You whisper ask "You embarrassed us!"

"No, I embarrassed myself. You saved your ass answering to that question" He said with a light smile on

You shook your head and smiled lightly

"Good thing is" Antonio said softly leaning over you "... You'll go to the party" You smile nodding

"You did it, guys. I'm going to the damn party" He fist bumped the air again

"¡Joder que si!" He says as you sush him once more

"Stop that!"

...

You wonder how you got in this position.

Antonio said he was going to give you the lift but his car suddenly broke down and he was coming later because of it. Jonathan and Ana were already there since the evening helping Jonathan's friend out, Olivia was going with her boyfriend and he was driving her. And Eric had a last minute issue with his grandmother so he couldn't go, nothing too big though.

You didn't trusted going in cabs alone, you never liked it, ever since you were little and saw that a man had kidnapped a woman like that you had hated it, and on really weird ocassions you were going into one but you always had to be on the phine with someone or messaging.

Your parents were busy at the traffic and you were stuck, you thought of pulling out from the party but you also hated it, giving your word and then not fulfilling in what you said.

So, with a call to your mom letting her know you'll go there walking and a google map direction from Jonathan you decided to grab your keys and walked all the way there. It was 4:30pm so the sun was still visible and when you realized the walk was 25 minutes away, it got better and didn't think to much of it.

But how the hell did you decided to get to the party on foot was the best option if you only had two weeks and three days moved in the Catalan streets?

...Guess who ended up lost?

You sighed once more, the map only confusing you even more, you were supposed to be at El Camino street but you saw around you and you were at the Las Palmas street. You sighed in defeat.

"I'll die today" You murmured sighing

You tried to go up to people and ask them directions but you were either too shy or they didn't stopped not even to give you the time.

You were about to call desperate to any of the guys or even your parents to take you either back home or towards the party when you saw three boys across you eating a cup of ice cream.

This was your chance to get all sorted out and hopefully go to the right way towards the house.

"Hola" You touched one of the guys shoulder when he turned around his expression was full on scrunched up, it seemed like he was bothered by your presence and you smiled at him "Lamento molestarles" (Sorry to bother you, guys) You said softly to direct yourself towards the guy who's shoulder you touched and face was scrunched up "¿Quería preguntarte si tu podrías...?" (I wanted to ask you if you could...?) He cut you off harshly

"No estoy disponible para fotos o autógrafos ahorita, lo siento. Estoy con mis amigos en una salida y queremos pasarla bien" (I'm not up for pics or autographs right now, sorry. I'm with my friends and we just wanna have a great time) He said and you furrowed your eyebrows before laughing lightly

"¿Okay? Eso está perfecto. I wanted to-" (That's perfect)

"Please, no autographs nor pics"

"¿Autógrafos? ¿Fotos? I'm sorry, who do you think you are?" (Autographs? Pics?) You asked laughing lightly

"Like you don't know who I am" He said not believing it

"I don't know actually! Are you that important for me to ask for a pic or something?" He stood there without saying anything

"I don't believe it. Just go please, I'm not in the mood right now" He said and you sighed shaking your head

"Ay, hermano. ¿Sabes? Olvídalo. Was going to ask you to give me this address because I'm new here and most likely, lost; but nevermind" (Oh, bro. You know what? Just forget it) You shook your head watching his face fall a bit once you showed him your phone with Google maps on "Gracias de todas maneras" (Thank you either way) You said "Lamento arruinarles la tarde" (Sorry to ruin your evening) You said once more before turning around

"Oye, no. Lo siento, déjame-" This time you cut him off by showing your palm

"Don't worry, have a nice day" You smiled politely "Try not to be an arrogant asshole next time, maybe" You left them hearing the calls from the guy but you didn't paid attention to him too busy looking at your phone trying to guess if it's right or left

"Hola" Someone said behind you, you turned around seeing one of the guys that were along with the arrogant brunette "Disculpa a mi amigo. Es un poco quisquilloso" (Hi. Excuse my friend. He's a little peaky)

"Un poco arrogante, diría yo" (A little arrogant, I'd say) He laughed nodding

"Only sometimes" You hummed

"That's not nice at all, then" You say crossing your arms across your chest "So...?" You ask hinting on him to tell you the reason why he had come up to you

"I'm willing to help you out find the address" He said and you nodded taking out your phone, showing it to him "You're close, five minutes away tops"

"Really?" You ask impressed watching as he laughs nodding

"This is Las Palmas street, the next one is El Camino. It says here you take a turn on the left and at the end of the street there's this residence, it's in there" He smiles as you nod smiling too

"Okay okay, cool. Thank you so much. I'm sorry for ruining your evening"

"You didn't ruined anything in fact, I'm sorry for Gavi's behaviour" You smile shaking your head

"Is he really known? Or he was just taking the piss out of me?" The guy stays quiet for a bit as you shook your head "Well, nevermind... Just tell him to come down from that cloud of his, please. Arrogancy doesn't look nice at all" You said as he nods pointing gunfingers at you

"Got it" He smiled "I'm Diego, by the way. I hope Barcelona is of your liking"

"Thanks, it's really gorgeous... I just have to learn the streets" He laughed as you smiled waving at him "Gotta go, bye! And thanks once again"

"No problem at all!" That's the last thing you heard from the guy before you're walking away.

As you followed instructions from him, you indeed realized you were a block away from El Camino street, you smiled once you saw the big white house as Jonathan had described. You texted him letting him know you were outside, music was being heard from the inside and you smiled grew when you saw Jonathan came out opening the door for you.

"Y/N! I'm glad you are here!"

"I know, I'm glad too! I came here walking and got 'lost' and then there were these guys, one of them was an incredible hijo e'puta but the other helped me out"

"First going out, first party, first fight, first lost and first almost everything today... Checked from the list" You smiled shaking your head "C'mon, let's introduce you to Alejandro, my childhood best friend" Once you got inside, Jonathan's eyes were dancing across the people inside here "¡Balde!" He yelled across the upbeat song "There he is"

You walked next to him until you stopped in front of two guys who were talking and laughing in their world

"Guys! This is Y/N, the newest member into the Uni club" All four guys smiled

"Soy Alejandro" A black skin boy said hugging and giving you two kisses as you did the same "Alejandro Balde, es un placer conocerte. And this is a friend of mine, Ferran Torres"

You greeted the short haired boy just like you did with Alejandro

"¡Bienvenida a Barcelona!" Ferran said as you smile

"¡Gracias!"

"Y/N, mi casa, tú casa" Alejandro said "The kitchen is over there with the drinks and food, the backyard" He was pointing to everywhere he talked "And if you need the bathrooms, let me know, going to the downstairs bath in a party is a bit awful" You laugh nodding and agreeing with him

"¡Gracias!" You said once more

"Don't worry, hope you have a nice time!"

Yeah. You hoped that too.

After a long while drinking some Coca-Cola, dancing, eating a few snacks and overall having a nice time with your friends and Jonathan's buddies, you all sat down outside to enjoy the starry night

"Oh! I just remembered!" You said "Jonathan told me you guys were doing some celebration. I really don't know what you guys have achieved but congratulations" Ferran, Alejandro, Eric and Pablo Torre laughed lightly

"We're football players"

"That's nice!" You open your eyes lightly "And what did you guys won?"

"La Supercopa España" Pablo said as if nothing and you nodded once again "We're first team players"

"Really?"

"You don't watch football?" You shook your head a bit ashamed

"I don't really like it that much" They faked hurt "Sorry!" You all laugh "I rather hockey tho"

"Nice sport" You nod

"It truly is" You smile remembering your team "And which club you guys are in?"

"FC Barcelona" You smile got bigger.

Yes, you didn't liked football but that doesn't meant you don't know the game or the different leagues of it and Barça was a really good and skilled team. You knew your rookies about it, not many but enough to defend yourself.

"Really cool" You said "Well, then... Congratulations on the win guys"

"Gracias" Ferran said "Let me just say... Having us a friends, you'll end up falling in love with football"

"And most important, terminarás siendo una Culé" (You'll end up being a Culé) You shook your head smiling softly

"I don't think so... Gotta stay loyal to my hockey and my Mapple Leafs" They laugh

"Nah, ya verás" (you'll see) Alejandro said shaking his head

"Lo veré" (I'll see) you all laughed

"Let's see that now, then. We'll be waiting for you" Ale said

"Waiting for me when and where?" You asked

"You're invited to the next game at Camp Nou, Y/N" Torre said as you nod

That sounds good... I mean, what could possibly happen? It's just a game with your new friends.

"Deal"

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password-door-lock · 2 months ago

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Four Seasons by Your Side: Zoo

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“So.” Now that you have your maps, now that you know exactly what this place has to offer, and now that you’ve made a donation for the continued care of the animals in residence, you and Saeran are prepared to begin exploring the zoo. “Where to first?”

Saeran studies his map. Though he tends to be laid-back and easygoing, you know that your husband generally prefers to navigate places like this by going in a circle, rather than skipping around to specific things. He’ll want to look at every animal, anyway, so the starting place doesn’t matter much. “I think we’re supposed to start with the cats.”

“Well, the building is right here,” you concede, letting Saeran lead you there. The two of you haven’t really spent much time at all in zoos since leaving Magenta, for a number of reasons.

For one thing, Saeran wanted to make sure that zoos were ethical before visiting one for the first time. Having spent most of his childhood in captivity, Saeran was initially wary about the idea of animals being confined to their enclosures. But his research showed him that zoos can be very helpful and attentive to the animals they care for, and that many serve as rehab and rescue institutions for animals that are endangered or can’t survive in the wild. Of course, there are always exceptions, but you and Saeran have done your homework. This zoo treats its animals well and has been helping to raise the global population of several endangered species.

Moreover, the pair of you have been very busy and not had time to devote a full day to a trip to the zoo. Now that things have slowed down, you and Saeran have been a bit nervous about not being able to enjoy the zoo to its fullest potential. But things have finally warmed up outside, and the zoo recently announced that all of its animals are available for public viewing.

Inside the cat building, Saeran gravitates toward an enclosure featuring some large rocks and a bit of brush. “Woah,” he breathes, “This one is from Canada. I didn’t know they had lions there.”

“Well, mountain lions,” you read the information beside the cat’s enclosure. “This one is named Oak. Her mate, Maple, is away from the enclosure for a routine vet visit. I guess they name their mountain lions after trees.”

“She’s beautiful,” Saeran observes. You get the feeling that he will behave this way towards every animal that he sees, and you can’t help but be endeared by this. “And we’ll have to come back another time to see Maple.”

“Sure,” you agree before moving onto a report about the cougars, “Oak was born at the zoo, but her mother was rescued from an illegal ‘zoo’ overseas. And Maple was born at another zoo but brought here so that he could live with Oak, since the other mountain lion at his previous zoo had passed away.”

“Hm.” Saeran watches Oak for some time as she stalks around the broad expanse of her enclosure. Its size is impressive, and you notice lots of different things in there that would make Apple Turnover go absolutely wild. You wonder how similar this beautiful feline is to your babygirl at home.

After a few minutes, you and Saeran move to the next window to look at the tigers, both of whom are sleeping in the shade. “Wow,” Saeran marvels, “Just like Apple Turnover.”

“That’s just what I was thinking about the mountain lion,” you inform him. “You can really see how all of them are related.”

“Hm.” He considers this. “I wonder if these tigers would like to sleep under the table, too.”

You giggle at the absurd idea of a tiger traipsing through your home. “I don’t want that to sound cute,” you report, “But it really does.”

After observing the sleeping tigers for a bit, Saeran moves on to look at the lions. These are kept outside in a sprawling enclosure, although the sign by the observation window informs you that there is also an inside part that the animals can access at will.

“Ah,” Saeran seems to be reading the sign as well, “That rock is heated. No wonder they’re both sitting there.”

“They’re a couple,” you report. Clearly, you and he gravitated toward different parts of the sign. “A bonded pair.”

“They’re very cute,” Saeran decides. You wonder if this fact is giving him the same mild mental struggle that it’s giving you— after all, the lions are huge and deadly. But when you look at them, you can sort of see what he means. The mutual affection between the two cats is palpable, and they look relaxed on their warm rock.

“I wonder how they feed them,” you muse. The lions probably need enrichment through hunting to keep them strong and healthy, not to mention mentally sharp, but you can’t imagine that the zoo would release another animal into the enclosure for the lions to take down. That could be very upsetting to the onlookers, particularly the kids.

“Let’s go find a zookeeper and ask,” says Saeran. One of the things you love about your husband is his willingness to be curious, and openly so at that.

“Good idea,” you reply, “Let’s go.”

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oddygaul · 6 months ago

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World War Z

Man, when I first read this book in middle school, I thought it was the coolest shit ever. There's so many different viewpoints and real-world political details woven in that my little mind could barely comprehend it, and all of that in service to a really cool zombie invasion? Fuck yeah!! Reading it again in 2024, well… hmm. Look, World War Z is incredibly ambitious, I’ll give it that. The premise of an oral history recounting a worldwide zombie invasion, replete with interviews and primary sources, is as novel as it is difficult to pull off. And while it’s clear Brooks did a lot of homework for the book, and while some of the individual stories are well done, he just didn’t quite have the chops to nail it.

So, the anthology thing is a really cool idea for a few reasons. First, obviously, it helps capture the documentary / history textbook feel the book is aiming for. Second, it allows for a non-traditional story structure. Instead of following one person or group of people, which would result in a focused story that’s ultimately about emotionally engaging with their plight, we get to see things from a multitude of perspectives, allowing us a window into a worldwide, multi-year zombie apocalypse scenario; this gives the reader a broader understanding of the setting.

Finally, from a pure genre standpoint, it allows for like, twenty different zombie stories in one! We have your classic home invasion zombies, yes, but also cool premises like a fighter pilot downed over hostile zombie territory, a zombie siege against an old, re-fortified English castle, a trainer detailing the accomplishments of anti-zombie K9 units, or what it’d be like to live safely in a nuclear submarine while the world crumbles around you. At its best, World War Z reads like a Zombies: Greatest Hits short story collection, and some entries are strong standalone works: the chilling mystery of what happened to North Korea reads like a classic creepypasta, and Jesika Hendrick’s account of the hordes of unprepared survivors who fled north to Canada and were confronted by the harsh reality of its winters is brutal, believable, and human.

Thing is, though – the whole point of an oral history is that you’re collecting a multitude of different experiences, each coming from unique people with their own voices. And where Brooks runs into trouble is that he lacks versatility, capable of writing only two, maybe three different personalities. If you take away the unique premise of each story, the characters themselves begin to feel entirely interchangeable*.

–Do you remember the story with the sardonic tough guy, put-upon by their peers, who regretfully acknowledges what they could’ve done better, but ultimately accepts the folly of hindsight? –Oh... which one?

Because of this, for every memorable interview, there’s another that’s instantly forgettable.

*Often, in lieu of actually being written like a different person, the characters rely on distinguishing characteristics to set them apart, which primarily consist of paper-thin national stereotypes… but I’ll get into that below.

On the worldbuilding side of things, World War Z is similarly defined by extreme highs and lows. Rather than using the disconnected nature of the oral history format merely to jump between characters, Brooks uses it to jump between entire nations, with the ultimate goal of conducting a thought experiment about how the world as a whole would deal with a zombie apocalypse: how different governments would handle things, how different cultures would react, how even a location’s geography could lead to a drastically different outcome. Once again, it’s a hugely ambitious endeavor, and when it’s pulled off convincingly, it’s engrossing.

It’s clear that Brooks is well-read, and that he did a lot of research for this book. Each story is filled with interesting political or technological tidbits that serve to ground the story in our world; I loved getting sent off on Wikipedia tangents about things like the Three Gorges Dam and its domestic controversies, or AVLBs, a new-to-me military platform whose existence makes sense yet still makes me laugh every time I see it*. And when World War Z’s extrapolations on a country’s actions under pressure hit home, it’s enthralling. In a post-COVID world, it feels almost prescient reading this 2006 novel’s account of the virus originating in China, and the Chinese government hiding its existence from its international contemporaries while internally enacting harsh quarantine restrictions on its citizens – ditto for the American government’s laughably ineffective, downplaying response to the outbreak, and the American public themselves ignoring the severity of the matter until it’s too late.

*These tidbits also make me laugh, by thinking about how much of this book went straight over my head when I was younger. Not that I’m hugely knowledgeable today, but when I was 14 or whatever I had the international literacy of a rock. I didn’t know half the countries mentioned, let alone understand the historical geopolitical relations between them – like, did my eyes just glaze over for half of each page and focus on the zombie bits? I guess so. It also makes me think about what a different experience it is to read with a phone next to me. Constantly interrupting my flow state by looking things up certainly feels like it affects the pacing, but I also feel like I’m getting a little more out of the book, and understanding the author’s intent more fully, when I’m able to follow their offhand references.

The downside is… many perspectives utterly fail at that plausible realism, introducing a sharp contrast in quality that shatters the suspension of disbelief. In particular, while Brooks has a decent grasp of the U.S. and its culture and politics, anything outside of that is a crapshoot. It’s incredibly clear when Brooks didn’t know much about a country beforehand, because the relevant character will be a paper-thin simulacrum built around the easiest stereotypes a nationality has to offer – and due to the short-story format, these stereotypes as character motivations are delivered with the subtlety of a brick. The German soldier who immediately begins expounding upon the deep differences in character and personal responsibility between anyone born in West Germany vs. East Germany, the stoic Japanese Hiroshima survivor whose entire personality is based on societal shame and a deep reverence for the kami… hell, there’s entire nations in this book that are written with the depth of a tourism pamphlet or Wikipedia stub.

World War Z also has plenty of incredibly cheesy fucking moments that clearly stem from dicey deeply-held convictions rather than ignorance. Brooks really lays the American exceptionalism on thick, there’s a lot of boomer-ass ‘war makes a generation of Great Men that will usher in prosperity’ themes, and the fate of many countries is essentially decided by whether they could allow American democracy into their hearts or not. Cuba comes out of the war as one of the world’s new superpowers, for example, because the massive influx of American refugees teaches them that western neoliberal democracy Is Good, Actually. At one point, Brooks unapologetically pulls a “And that man’s name? Albert Einstein.” moment with Nelson Mandela, who literally emerges from the shadows to hug the man pitching a zombie-fueled apartheid plan* for South Africa.

*The plan, by the way, is basically Attack on Titan’s bait cities. Sorry, Cleveland, you’re Shiganshina District now.

And Israel’s role in the whole thing is, well, mostly just bewildering, to be honest. While Brooks’ Zionist views have become clear from later works and interviews, World War Z instead presents its own mirror dimension, sunshine-and-rainbows version of the Israeli state. It glorifies existing elements of the country, yes – Israel’s intelligence teams are the most smartest, specialest, coolest guys who have everything under control from the beginning – but they also welcome in all Palestinians and Palestinian expats to their Impenetrable Quarantine Bubble during the war, and afterwards cede control of Jerusalem and the other occupied territories to Palestine, leaving Palestine to emerge as free, independent, and one of the most advanced and prosperous nations in the post-war world. Dare to dream, I guess?

As for russia, I initially thought their portrayal was falling into the ‘hopelessly ignorant’ side of things: the first russian POV chapter details a platoon of russian soldiers stationed in occupied South Ossetia who lament that they haven’t had time to learn the local language (ha), nobly refuse orders to kill innocent civilians on moral grounds (lol), then join a larger movement of revolting russian soldiers who stand up to their superiors while making speeches about the importance of individual freedoms and democracy in their country (lmao even).

After this fantasy section, though, the soldiers all fall back in line, and say they regained the freedom to commit heinous acts by absolving themselves of personal responsibility and pushing any blame to their superiors, and that they were “just following orders”. russia then officially declares itself an empire again (under the guise of protecting religious values), turns women into a breeder caste, and begins annexing all of its neighbors while the rest of the world is banding together against the zombies (first Belarus, with Ukraine implied to be next). Our narrator concludes the chapter by saying life is better now, because under tsarist rule the populace no longer has to make their own decisions, and that her and her fellow russians feel safe and ‘feel russian again’ because they are feared and are subjugating others.

So I mean, yeah, sounds about right.

Misgivings aside, World War Z was still a fun read. Like I’ve said, it’s hugely ambitious, and when it works, it’s creative and engrossing – but it’s so deeply marred by its inconsistency I dunno if I'd call it good.

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