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ᯓ sweet spot — chapter seven

pairing: paige bueckers & azzi fudd

notes: picking up right where we left off! so sorry for not updating quicker, but trust i am locked and loaded now. chapter eight may or may not be already done… lemme know your thoughts and opinions on this one, i tried to work in some requests i had gotten. enjoy! love you.

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wc: 3.4k

the dorm was dim now, just the lamp on paige’s desk casting a gold circle over the mess of notebooks and half-finished protein bars. outside, the hallway buzz had thinned to the occasional door click or muffled voice.

paige leaned against the edge of her bed, her arms loosely crossed, watching azzi tug the hem of her hoodie down and shift like she was gearing up to leave.

she didn’t want her to.

didn’t want the night to end like this— not heavy, not with that sad sheen still clinging to azzi’s features even after she’d smiled. not when things had finally softened between them.

“uh…” paige’s voice broke the quiet, uncertain. she scratched at her wrist, then met azzi’s eyes. “you don’t have to go, you know.”

azzi tilted her head. “what?”

“i mean—” paige gestured vaguely toward the door, then the couch, then the bed. “you can stay. if you want.”

a beat.

“like, stay the night. just— just crash here, y’know.”

azzi’s brows lifted, amused, but not unkind. “on your very stylish couch?”

“no,” paige rushed. “i mean— yes. or— i could take the couch. you can have the bed. or we can, like—”

she stopped herself, flustered. her ears were burning. she hadn’t thought this through.

“i just… don’t want you to go if you don’t want to,” she explained, then quietly added, “i don’t want you to go.”

that came out smaller, more honest than she meant it to.

azzi didn’t say anything right away. just looked at her, soft and thoughtful. her defenses had dropped earlier— paige had seen it happen, felt it— and now the quiet was gentler between them.

“okay,” azzi said, finally. “i’ll stay.”

paige blinked. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

relief swept through her like wind through curtains. she nodded, trying not to look as thrilled as she felt.

they figured it out without much talking. azzi toed off her sneakers and folded herself down on the far side of the bed, leaving space. paige turned off the lamp, climbed in beside her. careful. casual. casual casual casual. totally casual.

the sheets rustled as they both settled— paige on her side, facing the wall. azzi on her back, staring at the ceiling.

a minute passed.

paige turned her head on the pillow, eyes adjusting to the dark. “you okay?”

azzi shifted beside her, the blanket rustling. for a moment, she didn’t speak. then, quietly:

“yeah,” a pause, and then, more certain, “better now.”

she moved before paige could respond— a gentle lean over the space between them, slow and deliberate. her hand braced softly against paige’s head, fingers threading lightly through her hair, not pushing, just grounding.

then— the warm press of azzi’s lips against her cheek.

light. barely there. but it landed like gravity.

“thank you,” azzi whispered, breath brushing paige’s skin.

paige didn’t move. couldn’t. her face was burning, her throat tight with something she couldn’t name.

“yeah,” she managed, barely audible. “of course.”

azzi didn’t pull too far away— just eased back to her spot, their hands now brushing beneath the covers again.

but paige couldn’t stop smiling, not even in the dark.

only a few days later, the team was squeezed into the dorm common room, that hummed with the kind of chaotic peace only an off-night could bring. someone had queued a r&b playlist that crackled through a half-working bluetooth speaker, and the team was scattered across the couches, floor, and chairs in a way that looked like a snapshot of organized mess. half-empty soda cans teetered on the coffee table next to half-finished chip bags.

paige was tucked into the far end of the largest couch, hoodie drawn up over her head, knees to her chest. she sat next to azzi— too close for her comfort, yet not close enough— just barely brushing shoulders whenever either of them shifted. azzi was calm, legs stretched out under the table, thumbing through something on her phone. their pinkies touched once, briefly, and paige practically short-circuited.

“oh my god,” caroline burst out suddenly from across the room, laughing. her phone screen was held out, catching a couple heads. “did y’all see this already? paige’s post-game interview. someone edited it with, like, sparkles and romantic piano music.”

“jesus,” paige said immediately, already dreading it.

nika perked up from where she was sprawled out on the floor. “oh my god. i can’t believe i witnessed that.”

lou turned her head, curious. “wait— wait, lemme see. is it the one where she starts talking about azzi?”

paige groaned. “please. let me die in peace.”

“nooo,” caroline cooed with evil delight. “we’re watching it. right now.”

she airplayed the video to the TV, and suddenly, there was paige— larger than life, sitting at the post-game press conference alongside azzi and nika, looking composed, until the reporter asked about azzi. and then… the clip slowed, sparkles glinting across the screen, as paige’s voice played over:

“like, you know she can shoot, obviously. but it’s more than that. the way she plays... it’s smart. it’s unselfish. she’s—”

twinkle sound effect.

“she’s incredible to watch. like, the way she sees everything before it happens? it’s not just skill, it’s instinct.”

a soft romantic piano loop kicked in.

“it’s… kind of admirable.”

the room exploded in laughter.

“paige!” aubrey shrieked, wheezing. “you practically praised her on live television.”

“so what! someone had to do it,” paige defended, voice pitching up, but it was too late— her whole face had gone scarlet, a bright flush blooming from her chest to the tips of her ears.

“christ. are you blushing, now?” nika pointed out, smirking.

“you were blushing then, too,” lou added helpfully.

“you guys are the actual worst,” paige muttered, dragging her hands down her face.

“no,” caroline said sweetly, “we’re the best. we just tell the truth. like how you’re clearly in love—”

“okay!” paige interrupted, voice cracking. “i get it!”

“she’s so red,” nika whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear.

azzi, who had been quiet the entire time, watching the video with a small, unreadable expression, finally spoke up. her voice was calm, light, but not teasing— more protective, somehow.

“stop,” azzi told them, her voice soft. “she’s sweet.”

azzi gave her a tiny smile, then reached out and gently rubbed her hand in slow circles on paige’s upper back— so casual, so normal, but it made paige freeze.

and then melt.

completely.

she turned her head slowly to look at her, blinking like she hadn’t registered it. her heart was hammering. her body betrayed her with a deeper flush.

and everyone noticed.

“oh my god,” aubrey smiled.

caroline leaned in close to nika, whispering just loud enough: “i’ve never seen her like this. it’s adorable.”

paige noticed. “i hate all of you,” she mumbled, nearly inaudible.

“you love us,” caroline sing-songed, “especially azzi.”

“caroline.”

later that night, paige sat alone in her dorm room, still replaying the hand-on-back moment like it was some glitch in the matrix. her phone buzzed.

nika: btw you’re trending.

attached was a screenshot: a twitter thread titled, “why does paige bueckers talk about azzi fudd like she’s about to drop to one knee and propose at any given moment?”

paige blinked. shallowed. “fuck.”

caroline: just watched the press conference again. caroline: paige ur down so bad it’s actually historic 💔

nika: her game is admirable lmaooooo girl be fr

caroline: no but the “admirable” was like reverent like u wanted to write a sonnet

paige:🖕🖕 go touch grass all of u

nika: don’t deflect. u literally looked into the camera like u were accepting a nobel peace prize for being azzi’s biggest fan

paige: fuck off

paige took a deep breath before quickly pulling up twitter.

@womenshoopcentral: “it’s not just skill, it’s instinct. it’s... kind of admirable.” — paige bueckers on azzi fudd

⤷ @user35821: is it hot in here or? 👀

⤷ @fuddlebuckets: u see this shit @azzi35 🧍‍♀️

⤷ @uconntea: obsessed w how down bad paige is and how azzi is just silently giggling about it probably

⤷ @pazziupdates: protect this couple at all costs. oh wait they’re “teammates”

paige sighed. she double tapped, then shut her phone off.

it was a saturday night, and the team found themselves at ted’s. again.

the lighting was warm and low, a little hazy with the crowd noise buzzing gently around them. azzi’s cheeks were flushed, soft pink blooming across her face from the drinks or the company or both. she was tucked into a high-top seat beside paige, knees bumping under the table. caroline and nika were arguing about whether or not “minneapolis” should’ve been allowed as a trivia answer. the music was loud enough to give them privacy, and somehow they had ended up leaned close, like the noise pushed them into their own little bubble.

paige sipped her drink— slow, measured. she had been watching azzi laugh, all angel-faced and blinking slow like the room was spinning a little. god, she was adorable. god, she was going to say something weird and ruin everything.

“you’re so pretty,” azzi said suddenly, voice soft and way too sincere.

paige choked. coughed into her drink. her hand flew up, wiping her mouth, trying to play it cool. “what?”

“mm,” azzi hummed, tilting her head, elbow propped on the table like she was weighing the thought. “you are. it’s kinda unfair.”

paige blinked. then blurted, “you’re drunk.”

azzi grinned lazily. “and right. you kept calling me pretty when you were drunk.”

paige’s whole body stiffened. “what— no, i—”

“mhm.” azzi leaned in a little, chin resting on her hand, eyes bright and glassy. “you told me i was an angel. said you’d ‘protect me forever.’”

paige groaned, hiding her face in both hands. “i hate myself.”

“don’t,” azzi said, laughing, and her fingers— gentle, a little hesitant— reached out to tug one of paige’s hands away from her face. “it was sweet.”

“i was slurring,” paige said miserably. “i probably said it to the wall too.”

azzi giggled, breath warm and easy. “you didn’t. just me.”

paige peeked at her through her fingers. “i didn’t mean to make it weird.”

“it’s not weird.” azzi’s voice dropped slightly, something tender threading through it. “it was cute. you were cute.”

they were close again. not accidentally. paige could feel the heat radiating off her, smell the faint citrus of azzi’s drink mixed with something vanilla and soft. azzi’s fingers were still gently holding paige’s wrist where her hand was dragged away. thumb stroking, like she didn’t realize she was doing it.

paige tried to say something. anything. “well... you’re cute now.”

azzi’s smile grew, almost shy despite the alcohol swimming in her veins. “just now? what about the last couple months?”

“not just now. always. you always are,” paige mumbled, and it was so dumb, but azzi smiled anyway— a real, honest smile that made her eyes go soft at the corners, made her look at paige like she was something delicate and important.

a beat passed.

then azzi leaned just the tiniest bit forward, and her hand brushed paige’s knee under the table. not a move. not pressure. just... closeness. grounding. like she didn’t want to let the moment float too far away.

paige shifted her weight, trying to pretend her heart wasn’t beating out of her chest. azzi’s hand was still brushing hers, thumb slow and absentminded, and it was melting her from the inside out.

the bar buzzed around them— nika shouting “minneapolis absolutely counts!” and caroline throwing a lime wedge at her in response— but in their little pocket of space, it was just warm light, soft laughter, and azzi. sweet, sleepy azzi with pink cheeks and heavy eyes.

“hey,” azzi said quietly, almost like a secret.

paige turned to her, startled by the shift in tone. “yeah?”

azzi was looking at her, all soft and unsure now, voice barely over the music. “do i… make you embarrassed?”

paige forgot how to breathe. her mouth opened and nothing came out. azzi’s head tilted a little, hesitant, brows pulling together like she was worried she’d said something wrong. “it’s just… you’re always blushing. around me.” her voice hitched just slightly, a small waver. “is it— i dunno— is it because of me?”

paige stared at her. her stomach did a full somersault. “i…” her voice came out an octave too high. she cleared her throat. “no, i mean— yes, but— not in a bad way, it’s not—” she ran a hand through her hair, panicked. “you just— you say stuff, and you look like that, and it’s hard to— think.”

azzi blinked, her expression unreadable for a moment.

then she smiled, soft and glowing, ducking her head a little. “sorry.”

“don’t—” her voice cracked, so she coughed, tried again, eyes fixed on the table. “don’t apologize. it’s not… i didn’t mean it like that.”

azzi’s smile hung soft on her lips, and before paige could really react, azzi leaned her head gently against caroline’s shoulder. caroline stiffened, surprised, but laughed quietly and reached up to smooth azzi’s hair like it was no big deal.

paige’s chest tightened like something twisted inside her. she blinked, staring at them, her mind racing, and her heart suddenly too loud in her ears. the warmth that azzi’s touch always brought was there, but now it was tangled with a stubborn prick of jealousy she was trying not to admit.

she crossed her arms, fingers tapping against her arm, and slowly lifted her drink. she took a small sip, eyes flicking between azzi’s relaxed face on caroline’s shoulder and caroline’s amused grin. then, paige lifted her drink again, holding it steady as she pointed— first at azzi, then caroline— like she was silently saying, what the fuck?

azzi’s eyes fluttered open, all soft and sleepy, and she met paige’s look with a slow blink, dimples flashing.

“what?” she asked, voice gentle and a little slurred, like she was genuinely confused.

paige’s mouth opened, then closed. words escaped her. she stared down at her drink for a long second, then back up, still pointing, but now it was less of a challenge and more like she was asking for a little reassurance.

azzi caught it, and her grin grew wider, eyes sparkling even through the haze. she slid off caroline’s shoulder and turned toward paige, arms wrapping carefully but possessively around paige’s waist. she pulled her closer, the warmth of her body pressing into paige’s side. then, with a soft sigh, azzi buried her face in the hollow of paige’s neck, breath slow and steady. paige’s breath caught. her fingers twitched, hovering uncertainly before she dared to rest a hand on azzi’s head, fingers tangling lightly in the messy strands of hair. the contact was small, but it sent a thrill through her— quiet and fierce all at once.

azzi hummed softly against her skin, arms tightening a little, like she never wanted to let go.

around them, the bar swirled with noise, but in their little bubble, everything felt slow and soft— like maybe this was the only thing that really mattered.

paige leaned her head back just enough to meet azzi’s eyes. “don’t do that,” she said quietly.

azzi smiled, lips brushing paige’s jaw as she whispered, “okay.”

and paige thought maybe she could get used to this kind of quiet, messy closeness.

it was a little later then— bar quieter, lighting warmer, everything dipped in the golden haze of last call. azzi was curled into the corner of their booth, her head tilted back against the plush cushion, eyes half-lidded and soft. she looked content, but her voice was still gentle when she spoke.

azzi leaned into her side, all warmth and sleepiness, and said, quiet and soft, “could you get me some water?”

paige nodded instantly. she was already moving before she thought about it. “yeah. yeah, of course.”

azzi gave her a little sleepy smile, then rested her head against the back of the booth, eyes fluttering shut for a second like she might doze off right there.

paige wove through the crowd, past the pool table and the arcade machine and a couple making out near the bathrooms. her heartbeat hadn’t slowed since she left the booth.

at the bar, the brunette bartender leaned forward the second she approached. she was tall, sharp-jawed, a nose ring catching the light. tattoos peeked out from under her rolled-up sleeves.

“what can i get you?” she asked, already reaching for a glass.

“just water,” paige said. “for— uh, someone. at our table.”

the bartender glanced past her, raising an eyebrow. “let me guess. the one who’s already halfway asleep?”

paige nodded, awkward. “yeah. she’s... tired.”

“well, that’s cute.” the bartender poured, slow and deliberate. paige murmured a quiet agreement. “you her babysitter for the night?”

paige coughed out a laugh, eyes dropping to the counter. “no. just helping her out.”

the bartender slid the glass toward her. “you’re sweet,” she said. “and kind of familiar. do i know you?”

paige stiffened. “probably not.”

the bartender smiled like she wasn’t convinced. “you play?”

paige shrugged. “sometimes.”

the bartender leaned in, elbows on the bar. “so mysterious.”

paige gripped the glass a little tighter. “i should get back.”

“shame,” the bartender said, tone casual, but the look in her eye wasn’t. and that was when she heard it— soft steps behind her, the shift of air. paige didn’t have to turn to know it was azzi.

“hi,” azzi said, voice pitched light, maybe a little too light. “i thought i left my phone over here?”

paige turned around. azzi wasn’t looking at the bartender at all— her gaze was fixed on paige, hazy but steady, eyes wide and bright under the low bar lights. her hand brushed her pocket absently like she knew damn well her phone wasn’t missing.

“you didn’t,” paige said, quiet.

azzi blinked. “oh.” her lips twitched, like she was barely suppressing a smile. “guess i just missed you, then.”

the bartender made a polite excuse and stepped away. azzi didn’t look at her. paige’s fingers were still wrapped around the glass. she didn’t know what to say. azzi was close— closer than she needed to be— and even drunk, her presence was dizzying.

“i got your water,” paige mumbled, holding it out.

azzi took it without looking away. her fingers brushed paige’s, lingered a little too long.

“thanks,” she said, then took a small sip. “you always do stuff like this?”

“like what?”

“drop everything when i ask.”

paige swallowed. “it wasn’t— it’s just water.”

“yeah,” azzi said, tilting her head slightly. “but still.”

and then, she did something stupid and soft— she closed the distance, leaned in and pressed her forehead against paige’s shoulder for a second, like she was just… tired. like she needed the contact. then straightened again, smiling dazedly, like the conversation never happened.

“anyway,” she said, “we should go back.” but before she turned, she paused. glanced back at the bartender— barely— and then at paige. she didn’t say anything, but she shifted a little closer again, enough that her arm brushed paige’s side.

they started walking back toward the booth, but azzi’s steps were slow. hesitant. when they reached the edge of the table, azzi stopped walking. set the glass down. paige’s hand was still half-raised, like she hadn’t quite moved on from where they were standing.

then— quietly, like it was nothing at all— azzi turned and wrapped her arms around paige’s waist from behind. just slotted herself in there, soft and sleepy and kind of clumsy.

paige froze.

“you okay?” azzi mumbled into her shoulder.

“y-yeah.” her voice came out stupid. too high. too squeaky.

azzi nodded against her. “cool. just felt like hugging you.”

and what was paige supposed to do with that?

her hands hovered again, lost. then they settled gently on azzi’s arms. she didn’t pull away. didn’t say a word. just stood there, in the middle of the bar, with azzi wrapped around her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

after a moment, paige tilted her head slightly. whispered, “your phone’s in your jacket pocket.”

azzi laughed against her. “i know.”

and then she nuzzled into paige’s neck like she was never letting go.

© wbbobsesserr

[gyuuberryy]

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐌 !

pairing: venom!jay x reader

genre: venom au, one sided rivalry, loser!jay, office coworkers, superhero

synopsis: when a geeky coworker’s transformation catches your eye, curiosity leads to a discovery far darker—and more thrilling—than you ever imagined. now, blackmail has you entangled with jay and his possessive alter ego, venom, in a dangerous game neither of you wants to end.

warnings: kissing, fighting, venom??

note: where are my marvel girlies at whoo hoo! venom is so pookie and my biggest "hear me out" hehe he got me sobbing in the theatre. jay as venom would be SO hot kjvfbvnjb >< so i wrote this to make up for me going mia for a while, i have too much school work so writing will be slow. anyway enjoyyy reading!!

word count: 2.5k

your office life was a balancing act between emails, deadlines, and… keeping your one-sided rivalry with park jongseong alive. jay(as everyone else called him), with his slightly too-short ties and endearing but tragic fashion sense, was the clueless office geek. he was awkward, quiet, and too nice for his own good. yet, no matter how awkward he was, jay always managed to excel in everything he did, effortlessly snagging the praise you thought should have been yours.

what irritated you most was that jay never seemed to notice your rivalry. he was too busy offering you help or giving you his signature polite, bumbling smile. and sometimes, you’d even catch yourself watching him a little too closely, feeling a reluctant warmth for his harmless, good-guy charm.

one afternoon, you wandered over to his desk, smirking as you noticed his usual setup: notebooks organised to the millimetre, a stack of neatly sharpened pencils, and a sticky note that read “be confident!” in his looping handwriting.

he looked up as you approached, adjusting his slightly crooked glasses and giving you a shy smile.

“hey, park,” you began, leaning casually against his desk. “did you remember to double-check the new client report? i know how thorough you like to be.”

jay blinked, his cheeks turning pink. “y-yeah, i went over it twice… just to make sure everything was right.”

“of course you did,” you replied with a playful eye roll. “wouldn’t want our employee of the month slipping up, now would we?”

he smiled, looking down at his notebook. “just doing my best.”

you shook your head, laughing softly. for some reason, you loved seeing him blush, getting him all flustered with a few well-placed jabs. jay was sweet, awkward, and, despite your constant teasing, he never seemed to hold it against you.

but the next week, everything changed.

jay showed up to work that monday looking like a different person. gone were the slightly wrinkled shirts and too-short ties. instead, he wore a fitted, charcoal button-down with the top few buttons undone, revealing a silver chain against his collarbone. his sleeves were rolled up, showing his forearms in a way that made you do a double-take. and he’d traded his old glasses for sleek, dark-rimmed ones that suited him way too well, giving him a smouldering look.

you did a double take as he walked by, giving you a casual, confident nod. “morning,” he said, his voice low and smooth. the bumbling, endearing jay you knew was nowhere to be found.

you shook it off, convincing yourself it was just a fluke. but over the next few days, you couldn’t ignore the transformation.

he traded in his ill-fitting clothes for tailored shirts, stylish watches, and a few artfully unbuttoned collars that showed off his neck and a hint of muscle. it seemed like his glasses had now permanently changed, now sleek and sophisticated, accentuating his jawline in a way that made you, against your better judgement, find yourself staring a little too long.

and it wasn’t just his style—jay’s entire demeanour was different. instead of blushing and stuttering, he’d catch you looking, smirking with a confidence that left you flustered.

one afternoon, you approached him, determined to regain some control of the dynamic. “wow, park,” you said, crossing your arms. “fancy new look. trying to impress someone?”

he looked up, a slow smile spreading across his face. “why? is it working?”

your cheeks heated, but you forced a laugh. “don’t flatter yourself.”

“oh, i don’t need to,” he replied smoothly, leaning back in his chair. “you do a pretty good job of that.”

his words left you speechless, your usual comebacks fizzling as he held your gaze with a smirk. flustered, you turned away, cursing under your breath.

when had park jongseong become… hot?

over the next week, his flirtations continued, growing bolder and more direct. every time you tried to tease him, he’d have a response that left you stumbling. gone was the stammering, geeky coworker you used to playfully bully; in his place was someone who knew exactly how to get under your skin, his newfound confidence throwing you off balance.

but one night after work, things took an unexpected turn.

you’d noticed him acting strange, glancing at his arms as though trying to keep something in check. he slipped out of the office quickly that evening, his face tense, and curiosity got the best of you. you followed him, keeping your distance as he made his way down the street, eventually ducking into a dark alleyway.

hiding behind the corner, you peeked around, pulling out your phone and hitting “record” just in case. what you saw left you speechless.

jay was standing in the middle of the alley, his body tense, his hands clutching his head. dark, inky shadows pulsed along his arms, twisting and curling like tendrils wrapping around him. his posture shifted, his shoulders straightening as the shadows coiled around his body, transforming him into something that was equal parts terrifying and mesmerising.

suddenly, jay let out a deep, guttural growl, his face contorting as sharp, gleaming fangs appeared, his once-soft eyes turning pitch black.

“finally,” a rough, raspy voice rumbled, oozing from jay’s mouth with a sinister excitement. “let’s go for a little… snack.”

a cold chill shot through you as you held up your phone, capturing the whole transformation on video. your heart was racing, but you couldn’t look away. whatever was happening to jay was unlike anything you’d ever seen.

as he turned, his gaze fell on the man who’d appeared in the alley, a figure holding a crowbar, his face twisted in anger. jay’s lips twisted into a wicked grin as he stalked toward the man, his voice dropping into a dark, predatory tone.

“ohhh, you picked the wrong guy to mess with tonight,” the voice sneered, dripping with a twisted glee. “i am going to enjoy this.”

the man froze, his face paling as jay’s shadows coiled around him, binding him in place. jay’s grin widened, his fangs gleaming as he leaned in close.

“run along, before i decide you’d make a nice little snack,” he growled, his voice a terrifying blend of jay’s and something far darker.

the man didn’t hesitate, stumbling away into the shadows. but as jay straightened, his gaze flickered over to you, and his eyes narrowed. in a heartbeat, he was in front of you, his inky black tendrils stretching out to trap you, pinning you against the wall.

you swallowed, trying to keep your breathing steady as he loomed over you, his dark, twisted grin sending a thrill of both fear and fascination through you.

“you… got that on video?” he murmured, his voice back to normal but tinged with a rough edge.

you held up your phone, smirking. “every second of it.”

his eyes flashed with a dangerous glint, and he leaned closer, his face inches from yours. “we could just… eat you, you know. save ourselves a lot of trouble.”

you raised an eyebrow, refusing to back down. “please. you didn’t even eat that guy. there’s no way you’d hurt me.”

he chuckled, the sound low and dark, his gaze flicking over your face. “hmm, true… i like you too much for that.”

the words left you breathless, your heart skipping a beat as you stared up at him, stunned. his face softened, a small, genuine smile replacing the sinister grin.

“so… about that video,” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement.

regaining your composure, you smirked, crossing your arms as best you could with his tendrils pinning you to the wall. “i think i’ll keep it… as insurance. you know, just in case you feel like getting hungry again.”

he tilted his head, his expression thoughtful. “so… what, you’re blackmailing me now?”

“exactly,” you replied, your grin widening. “you’re going to help me out with a few things, and i’m going to keep my mouth shut about your… secret.”

jay sighed, the shadows retracting as he released you, though he kept his gaze locked on yours. “fine. but don’t push it.”

you grinned, savouring the thrill of having the upper hand. “deal.”

over the next few weeks, you took full advantage of your “arrangement.” you had him running errands, fixing things around your apartment, and even carrying your heavy boxes at work. gone was the bumbling, geeky jay you’d known, replaced with someone who wielded both power and confidence—and didn’t hesitate to let you know it.

curiosity getting the best of you one day, you found yourself pulling him aside. “so… about your little… transformation,” you began, eyeing him carefully. “is he, like, a shadow monster or something?”

jay’s eyes widened, and he looked genuinely affronted. “shadow monster?” he repeated, crossing his arms. “he’s a symbiote. and he’s got a name, thank you very much.”

you raised an eyebrow. “a symbiote? i mean, he looks pretty shadowy to me.”

jay sighed, clearly unimpressed with your description. “no, he’s not ‘shadowy.’ he’s a sentient being that forms a bond with his host—me. he’s venom,” jay clarified, the name coming out almost reverently, and with a slight glint in his eye.

“oh, i see. so, he’s a person?”

“well, he has his own… opinions,” jay replied, wincing as he paused. “we’re a package deal, so to speak.”

“damn right, a package deal,” a deep, gravelly voice suddenly rumbled from within jay, and you felt a slight chill as the symbiote made its presence known.

you stared, both amazed and slightly unnerved. “oh… hey there, venom.”

venom chuckled, the sound reverberating low and menacing. “hello, sweetheart. i hear you think i’m a 'shadow monster.' "

jay rubbed the back of his neck, looking slightly exasperated, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he said, “see? he doesn’t like being called that.”

you smirked, glancing at jay and then back at venom. “got it, venom,” you replied, a teasing lilt to your voice. “no shadow monster remarks. i’ll be sure to remember that.”

that evening, you called him over to help fix a squeaky window in your apartment. when he arrived, his sleeves were rolled up, and those dark tendrils emerged, forming into tools as he worked. you couldn’t help but watch, fascinated as he tightened the screws effortlessly, his movements precise and fluid.

he glanced over his shoulder, catching you staring. “see something you like, darling?” he teased, his voice low, laced with that familiar dark humour.

you scoffed, crossing your arms. “keep dreaming, park.”

jay smirked, his gaze flicking over you with a look that was anything but innocent. “oh, i don’t have to dream.”

your face heated, but before you could respond, he leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. “you know, all you have to do is say the word.”

flustered, you quickly turned away, ignoring the smug grin on his face.

one night, as you were heading home from work, you felt someone following you. before you could react, a man grabbed your arm, yanking you into a dark alley. panic surged through you, your heart hammering as you struggled against his grip. but before you could scream, a low, guttural growl echoed from the shadows.

jay emerged from the darkness, his face twisted into a terrifying, fanged grin, his body wrapped in shadows that made him look both monstrous and mesmerising. he moved faster than you’d ever seen, dark tendrils coiling around the man’s arms, pinning him against the wall with a force that made your would-be attacker whimper.

“didn’t anyone tell you?” he snarled, his voice laced with dark satisfaction, his grin widening to show those gleaming fangs. “not to mess with what's ours.”

the man’s face turned ghostly white as he struggled against jay’s grip, terror flooding his eyes. jay’s smirk only grew, his shadowed form tightening its hold as he leaned in close, as if savouring every second of the man’s fear.

“i should just eat you,” jay’s voice growled, laced with menace and barely-concealed delight. “but you’re too pathetic for even a snack.” with a dismissive sneer, he released the man, letting him stumble away in blind terror, tripping over himself as he fled into the night.

when you looked back at jay, his inky tendrils had retracted, his monstrous form dissolving into something closer to the man you knew. yet his eyes still held that dangerous, possessive glint, and his breathing was still heavy, his gaze locked onto you with an intensity that made your pulse race.

“you okay?” he asked, his voice softer now, but with an edge of something raw and wild. his hand moved to rest on your arm, fingers lingering as if to reassure himself you were safe.

you nodded, swallowing as you tried to steady your breathing. “thanks to you…”

a wicked chuckle escaped him, his head tilting as his eyes darkened with a new, eerie glow. you could feel the presence of that “other” entity in him, lurking just beneath the surface. “oh, she’s safe with us,” it rumbled, making your skin prickle. “but i think she owes us something, don’t you, jay?”

jay’s gaze softened for a moment before that twisted smile took over again, his features shifting, the shadows flickering as he allowed his alter ego to take control.

“you really think i owe you?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the thrill that coursed through you.

“absolutely,” jay, or rather venom replied, his grin widening. “we didn’t just save you. we protected what’s ours. and i think a little… reward is in order.”

you arched an eyebrow, unwilling to back down. “and what kind of reward does a shadow monster want?”

jay leaned closer, his breath warm and tinged with something dark. “i have a few ideas.” he chuckled, his sharp fangs glinting in the low light. “but don’t worry, sweetheart. we won’t bite… unless you ask nicely.”

your cheeks flushed despite yourself, but you kept your cool. “i don’t think you’re as scary as you want me to believe,” you teased, meeting his dark gaze. “you wouldn’t hurt me.”

his eyes gleamed with amusement. “oh, i could… but where’s the fun in that?” he tilted his head, observing you with a dark curiosity. “besides… jay likes you too much. and, maybe… so do i.”

the admission left you momentarily breathless, your heart pounding as you stared up at him. just as you were about to respond, his face softened, his gaze flicking to your lips before he leaned in.

without waiting another second, jay captured your mouth in a fierce, consuming kiss. the roughness in his embrace was offset by a possessive tenderness that made you melt, your hands gripping his shirt as he pulled you closer.

when he finally pulled back, his eyes flickered between jay’s gentle warmth and venom’s dark amusement. “so, boss,” he murmured, his voice laced with that familiar, playful edge, “any other tasks?”

with a grin, you pulled him closer, “i think i can come up with a few.”

jay chuckled approvingly, his voice a husky whisper against your ear. “good… because we’re just getting started.”

and with that, he leaned in once more, his mouth claiming yours in a kiss that promised this was only the beginning of a thrilling, dangerous new game.

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[flwrkid14]

The Batfamily’s Christmas List Tradition (and how Tim gets lost in it)

The Batfamily has a long-standing Christmas tradition: the List. With so many members in the family, it’s a necessity. Everyone writes down what they want (within reason, of course), and the list serves as the ultimate gift guide. It’s efficient, especially for such a big family, and it ensures no one ends up with seven pairs of socks or the same gadget twice.

Tim takes the list seriously. It’s his chance to ask for the small, thoughtful things he wouldn’t usually splurge on for himself. Things like:

New makeup brushes. His old ones are worn out and falling apart, and it’s not until he’s on a mission that requires cross-dressing that he realizes just how bad they’ve gotten. Having a new, high-quality set would make everything feel a little smoother—and maybe even a little fun.

Cozy hoodies. Between Wayne Enterprises business casual and his Robin gear, Tim rarely gets the chance to wear something soft and comforting. His favorite hoodies are all fraying at the edges, with loose threads on the pockets and fabric that’s stretched too thin. A fresh one would feel like a luxury.

A new game console. Tim is rarely ever not working, but on those rare days off, he realizes he doesn't have much to entertain him that's not work related, that doesn't require him to leave his nest. Plus, it’s a great way to connect with his siblings during low-stakes, playful nights.

Nice coffee cups or tumblers. His caffeine habits are legendary, but the chipped and mismatched mugs he uses don’t exactly scream "Tim Drake." A sleek, stylish tumbler or a high-quality ceramic mug would elevate the most important part of his day.

Random indulgences. Books, stationery, weighted blankets, maybe a nice figuring from his favorite movie, a cool gadget he wouldn’t think to buy himself—little things that spark joy and make him feel cared for, anything he knows his own parents would have never bought for him to help heal his inner child. He's never had the luxury of writing such lists before becoming a Wayne.

Tim doesn’t just take the list seriously for himself; he makes sure to go the extra mile for his family, too. He’s always had a knack for gift-giving, and he loves curating the perfect presents for his siblings. For Dick, it might be a rare vinyl of his favorite band. For Jason, an antique first-edition book he’d mentioned once in passing. For Damian, something handmade and unique, like a custom leather-bound sketchbook or a rare art supply. Tim remembers the little things—the throwaway comments, the subtle preferences—and builds his gifts around them, ensuring every box under the tree feels deeply personal.

But Christmas rolls around… and none of the thought Tim puts into his gifts is reflected in what he receives.

Instead, he gets tech. More tech. External hard drives, cables, chargers—things he already has backups for because, well, he’s Tim. He doesn’t need more, and he didn’t ask for more.

And the worst part? It’s not that they’re bad gifts. It’s that the family assumes they know him so well that they don’t even look at his list.

“Tim’s the tech guy,” they think. “Of course he’d want more tech.”

But he doesn’t.

He’s grateful, of course—Tim is always grateful—but there’s a hollowness that creeps in every year when he unwraps another stack of USB drives and ethernet cables. It’s not about the gifts themselves. It’s about the realization that the people he loves, the people who should know him best, don’t see him the way he wants to be seen.

In a way, it feels painfully familiar. Janet had always made sure his presents as a child reflected her vision for him, not what he actually wanted. New tailored suits instead of the hoodies or tees he longed for. Sleek, professional office stationery to replace his Robin-themed pens and notebooks. Vintage collectibles meant to sit on a shelf, collecting dust, instead of toys he could actually play with. The gifts always came with a message: who he should be, not who he was. And now, even with the bats, the gifts still feel like expectations—like they see him as "the tech guy" rather than Tim, with all his quiet wants and overlooked needs.

So, Tim starts dreading Christmas. Not because he doesn’t love his family or the season, but because it reminds him of how little they seem to notice the little things about him.

And maybe one year, he stops adding personal things to the list altogether. Maybe he starts asking for tech, just to avoid the disappointment.

But deep down, he wishes someone—anyone—would surprise him with a new hoodie, a weighted blanket, or a set of makeup brushes. Something that says, “I see you, Tim. I really see you.”

[gottencents]

Like Real People Do - Winter

pairing. popular girl!winter x nerdy!reader

synopsis. a quiet, nerdy student’s life turns upside down when Kim Minjeong—popular, confident, and completely out of their league—confesses she likes them.

High school was a hierarchy, and you were at the bottom of it.

You weren’t bullied, but no one really noticed you either. You spent your time in the library, buried in books and solving equations that others found impossible. You weren’t particularly stylish, and socializing wasn’t your strong suit. That was fine. You were okay with being invisible.

That was until your math teacher decided to ruin your peaceful existence by pairing you up with Kim Minjeong—better known as Winter, the most popular girl in school—for tutoring.

It didn’t make sense. She had a group of friends who could help her, people who would trip over themselves to do anything for her. She was the type of girl who walked down the hallways like she owned them, while you stuck to the edges, hoping to avoid attention. You didn’t belong in the same world.

Yet, here you were.

Sitting across from her at the farthest table in the library, your heart thudding as you tried to ignore the fact that Winter—Winter—was twirling her pen absentmindedly, her elbow propped on the table, staring at you like you were some kind of puzzle she wanted to solve.

“You’re staring,” she finally said, her voice light but amused.

Your face heated up instantly. “I-I was just… focusing!” you stammered, looking down at the numbers on the page as if they could save you.

Winter chuckled. “Right. Because math is so fascinating.”

“For me, it is,” you muttered under your breath, gripping your pencil tighter.

She hummed, tapping her pen against her notebook. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”

Your brain completely short-circuited.

You looked up at her, wide-eyed. “I—what?”

Winter smirked, resting her chin on her palm. “You always look like you’re trying to disappear. But when you’re embarrassed like this, it’s kinda nice. Makes you feel… real.”

Your throat went dry. She was messing with you. She had to be.

“You don’t have to pretend to flirt with me,” you mumbled, turning your attention back to the equation in front of you. “I know how this works. Popular girl, loser nerd—classic set-up for a joke.”

Winter’s playful expression faltered slightly. “Is that what you think?”

You didn’t respond. What else were you supposed to think? People like her didn’t go for people like you.

She sighed, sitting back in her chair. “Wow. You really don’t get it, do you?”

You hesitated, gripping your pencil tighter. “Get what?”

She tapped the eraser of her pencil against your notebook, forcing you to look at her. “I asked for you, Y/n.”

Your breath hitched. “What?”

Winter tilted her head slightly, her eyes scanning your face like she was debating how much to say. “When Mr. Park said I needed tutoring, he was gonna assign me someone else. But I asked for you.”

Your heart stuttered. That didn’t make sense. “Why would you do that?”

Winter hesitated for a second before shrugging. “Because you’re smart. And you don’t treat me like I’m… untouchable or something. You don’t try to impress me, and you’re not fake.” She paused, then added softer, “And I like that.”

You swallowed hard. “You… like that?”

She gave you a look. “Yes. And I like you.”

Your world tilted. That—that—was impossible.

“But I’m just—”

“A genius?” she interrupted. “Funny, even when you don’t mean to be? Kind of adorable when you get all defensive?”

Your ears burned. “Winter—”

She leaned forward slightly, her voice softer now. “I get why you don’t believe me. But let me ask you something—have I ever been anything but honest with you?”

You thought about it. Winter was playful, flirty even, but she never lied. If anything, she was refreshingly direct, something that had always caught you off guard.

Slowly, you shook your head. “No… you haven’t.”

Winter smiled, reaching across the table and lightly flicking your forehead.

“Then stop overthinking,” she murmured. “And let me like you.”

Your heart was beating so fast you thought it might explode. Winter—this cool, confident, completely out-of-your-league girl—liked you.

“Unless,” she teased, a smirk tugging at her lips, “you don’t like me back?”

You shook your head so fast it was embarrassing. “No! I mean—yes! I mean—I do! Like you!”

Winter laughed, and you were struck by how beautiful she looked when she was genuinely happy. “Good. Then maybe after this, we can go on a date?”

You swallowed hard, still feeling like this was some kind of dream. “Y-Yeah… I’d like that.”

Winter smirked, picking up her pen again. ���Cool. Now, let’s get through this math so I can take my cute tutor out for coffee.”

You were pretty sure you just fell in love.

The tutoring session ended in a blur. Not because the math problems were particularly hard, but because your brain refused to process anything other than the fact that Winter—Kim Minjeong—had just asked you out on a date.

By the time you both packed up your things and stepped outside, the sun had started setting, casting the sky in shades of pink and orange. The air was crisp, the first hints of winter creeping in, but you could barely feel the cold with how warm your face was.

Winter walked beside you, her hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket. “You good, nerd?” she teased, bumping her shoulder against yours.

You blinked. “Huh?”

She chuckled. “You’ve been quiet since we left. Regretting saying yes to a date with me?”

Your eyes widened. “No! Of course not! I just… still don’t understand why you even want to.”

Winter groaned, stopping in her tracks. You barely had time to react before she grabbed your wrist and turned you to face her.

“Y/n,” she said, her voice laced with exasperation, “are you seriously going to question everything I say?”

You opened your mouth, but she cut you off.

“I like you. I want to go on a date with you. Why is that so hard for you to believe?”

You hesitated, shifting on your feet. “Because you’re you,” you admitted. “And I’m just—”

Winter sighed, rolling her eyes. “Stop saying that.”

“But—”

“No buts!” She poked your forehead lightly, her gaze holding yours. “I don’t care if you think I’m ‘out of your league’ or whatever. I chose you, Y/n. Not because of some bet, not because I’m messing with you, but because I actually like you. So stop overthinking it.”

Your heart pounded. Winter’s words felt too good to be true, but the sincerity in her eyes told you she meant every single one.

“Okay,” you mumbled, feeling your face heat up again.

Winter grinned, satisfied. “Good. Now, let’s get coffee before I freeze to death.”

She grabbed your hand like it was the most natural thing in the world, lacing her fingers through yours as she started walking toward the nearest café. You, on the other hand, felt like your soul had just left your body.

Winter was holding your hand.

Kim Minjeong was holding your hand.

And she didn’t let go.

The café was small and cozy, the scent of roasted coffee beans and cinnamon filling the air. Winter pulled you inside, guiding you toward a table by the window. The warmth from inside the shop quickly melted away the evening chill, but nothing compared to the heat radiating off your face.

Winter ordered for both of you without hesitation, as if she had already memorized your usual drink. When she came back with two steaming cups, she slid yours across the table with a smirk.

“You drink way too much of this, by the way,” she teased, nodding at your cup.

You raised an eyebrow. “How do you know?”

Winter shrugged, taking a sip of her own drink. “I notice things about you.”

That sent your heart into a tailspin.

She noticed things about you?

You fidgeted with the sleeve of your sweater. “You do?”

Winter rested her chin on her hand, watching you with amusement. “Mhm. Like how you always push your glasses up when you’re thinking. Or how you chew on your pen when you’re stuck on a problem. Oh, and how you get this tiny little crease between your eyebrows when you’re annoyed.”

Your face was on fire. “You… notice all that?”

Winter laughed, her expression softening. “Of course, dummy. I like you, remember?”

You were certain you were seconds away from malfunctioning.

Winter reached across the table, her fingers lightly brushing against yours. “You don’t have to be so nervous around me, you know.”

You swallowed hard. “That’s kinda impossible.”

She grinned. “Why? Because I’m so popular and intimidating?”

You nodded, refusing to meet her eyes.

Winter sighed dramatically. “You’re such a nerd.”

You peeked up at her. “And you like that?”

Her smirk softened into something more genuine. “Yeah. I do.”

Silence settled between you, but it wasn’t awkward. If anything, it was… warm. Comfortable.

For the first time, you let yourself believe that maybe—just maybe—Winter really did like you.

And that was the scariest, most exhilarating realization of all.

Monday morning came faster than you wanted. The school hallways buzzed with their usual energy—students gossiping by lockers, couples holding hands, and teachers trying to corral everyone into class. You walked in quietly, head down, hoping to blend into the background like you always did.

That had been the plan.

But you didn’t account for Winter.

You spotted her almost immediately, standing at her locker with a group of friends. Her hair caught the light, her confident smile effortlessly charming everyone around her. This was her world. She belonged here, surrounded by people who adored her.

And you? You were just hoping to survive the day unnoticed.

You turned on your heel, ready to make a beeline for your homeroom before she could see you.

“Y/n!”

Too late.

You froze, your heart leaping into your throat as Winter jogged toward you, her signature grin lighting up her face. A few people nearby glanced over, whispering among themselves.

“Hey, nerd,” she said casually, falling into step beside you.

You glanced at her nervously. “Hey…”

Winter tilted her head. “What’s with the quiet act? Trying to avoid me?”

“N-No! I just—” You faltered, your eyes darting around to the curious stares. “People are… watching.”

Winter looked around, then shrugged. “Let them.”

“Doesn’t that… bother you?”

“Not really,” she said, smirking. “Let them wonder. Maybe I like keeping them on their toes.”

You were about to respond when Winter reached out and tugged at the strap of your backpack, leaning in closer.

“Relax,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hallway noise. “You’re with me. They’ll get used to it.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

Her words were simple, but they carried a weight you weren’t ready for. You’re with me.

It sounded so… natural.

And completely terrifying.

Winter must have noticed your nervousness because she chuckled softly, looping her arm through yours before you could protest. “Come on, let’s get to class.”

The classroom fell into stunned silence the moment you walked in—well, more like the moment Winter walked in with you, still holding onto your arm like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Every head turned in your direction, eyes widening, whispers starting up instantly.

“Are they… together?”

“When did that happen?”

“Is Winter seriously dating them?”

You could feel your palms start to sweat, panic bubbling in your chest. But Winter seemed completely unbothered, casually guiding you to your desk before finally letting go of your arm.

“I’ll see you at lunch,” she said with a wink.

And just like that, she was gone, leaving you to sit there and face the sea of curious stares on your own.

You slumped into your seat, covering your face with your hands. “This is a nightmare,” you muttered.

“Is it?” a voice beside you asked.

You peeked through your fingers to find your best friend, Yves, smirking at you. “You just walked in with Winter, arm in arm, like some kind of power couple. You’re living a dream, not a nightmare.”

You groaned. “Everyone’s staring.”

“Of course they are! You’re suddenly part of Winter’s world. Do you know how many people would kill to be in your position right now?”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t ask for this much attention,” you muttered. “I just… don’t know what to do.”

Yves leaned in, her smirk softening into something more sincere. “Look, I know this is new and scary, but… maybe you should trust her. She’s not the type to fake something like this.”

You bit your lip, her words sinking in. Trust her.

It seemed so simple, but trusting someone like Winter—someone who lived in a world so different from yours—felt like stepping off a cliff, not knowing if you’d land safely.

But then you remembered the way she held your hand, the way she smiled at you like you were the only person who mattered, and something in your chest shifted.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to take that leap.

Lunch couldn’t have come any slower.

You spent the entire morning avoiding eye contact with half the school. Whispers followed you everywhere, and you were certain people were inventing wild theories about why Winter, the Kim Minjeong, had suddenly taken an interest in you. By the time lunch finally rolled around, your nerves were shot.

Yves caught up with you in the hallway. “So, what’s the plan? You sitting with her?”

You hesitated, gripping the strap of your backpack. “I don’t know… Should I?”

Yves raised an eyebrow. “Uh, yeah. You’re practically dating now. You can’t just not show up. She’ll think you’re bailing on her.”

“Right…” You swallowed hard, anxiety bubbling up.

You had barely stepped into the cafeteria when you spotted Winter, sitting at her usual table in the middle of the room. A couple of her friends sat with her, laughing at something she said. She was relaxed, completely in her element.

And then she saw you.

Winter’s face lit up, her eyes locking on yours. She waved you over without hesitation.

“Oh my God,” you whispered to Yves. “She’s really doing this.”

“Yep. Go on.” Yves nudged you forward with a grin. “I’ll be right here if you need rescuing.”

Your legs felt like lead as you made your way across the cafeteria. Every step felt heavier with the weight of all the stares that followed you. You could practically hear the gossip spreading like wildfire.

Winter scooted over to make room for you, patting the seat next to her. “Hey, you made it.”

“Yeah,” you managed, sitting down stiffly.

One of Winter’s friends, a short girl with sharp features, raised an eyebrow. “So, this is the famous Y/n?”

Winter shot her a look. “Be nice, Yeji.”

Yeji smirked but backed off, giving you an appraising glance. “Relax, I’m just messing around. You’re cute.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to that, so you just smiled awkwardly and prayed the ground would swallow you whole.

Winter leaned in, her shoulder brushing yours. “Ignore her. She’s always like that.”

You nodded, trying to focus on anything other than how close she was sitting. “So, uh… what do you usually do at lunch?”

“Talk, eat… sometimes make fun of people,” Winter said with a mischievous grin. “But today, I’m just hanging out with you.”

Your stomach flipped at her words, but you forced yourself to play it cool. “That’s… nice.”

Winter chuckled at your awkwardness, then reached for her drink. “You’re cute when you’re nervous, you know that?”

You blinked at her, heat rushing to your face. “I—uh—thanks?”

Before you could say anything else, someone across the cafeteria called out, “Hey, Winter! Didn’t know you were into nerds now!”

Laughter erupted from a nearby table.

Your heart sank, your worst fears bubbling to the surface. The room suddenly felt too hot, your pulse thundering in your ears. You were about to mumble an excuse and leave when Winter stood up.

“Yeah, I am,” she called back, her voice clear and confident. “Got a problem with that?”

The laughter died down immediately.

Winter sat back down, completely unfazed, and turned her attention back to you. “Anyway, as I was saying… you free this weekend?”

You stared at her in shock, barely able to process what had just happened. “I… think so?”

“Good. We’re going out,” she said, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. “I’ll text you the details later.”

The rest of lunch passed in a blur. Winter chatted with her friends like nothing had happened, while you sat there, stunned and overwhelmed.

By the time the bell rang, you felt like you had just survived some kind of social battlefield.

“You okay?” Winter asked as you walked out of the cafeteria together.

“I think so,” you said, still processing everything. “You really didn’t have to do that… with the whole standing up for me thing.”

Winter shrugged, slipping her hands into her pockets. “I wanted to. People should know you’re with me, and I’m not ashamed of it.”

Her words hit you harder than you expected. You’re with me.

Again, so simple. So certain.

“Thanks,” you said softly.

Winter smiled. “Get used to it, Y/n. I’m not going anywhere.”

The weekend felt like it took forever to arrive. You had spent the entire week replaying Winter’s words over and over in your head. “We’re going out.” Was this really happening? You’d always imagined something like this, but never in a million years did you think it would be with her.

The day before the date, you had stared at your closet for what felt like hours, unsure of what to wear. It wasn’t like you were used to going on dates. In fact, you’d probably never even been on one before. Winter, on the other hand, was practically a pro.

When Winter texted you the details—dinner at a cute café followed by a walk around the park—you almost thought she had sent the message to the wrong person. It all sounded so… normal. Like this was just something she did every weekend.

But for you? This was uncharted territory.

You spent the afternoon getting ready, trying on different outfits until you finally settled on something simple but comfortable—jeans, a nice top, and your favorite sneakers. You didn’t want to seem like you were trying too hard, but you also didn’t want to look like you’d just rolled out of bed.

Winter had insisted she’d pick you up, so you were left pacing by your door, waiting for her to arrive. You kept checking your phone every few minutes, your anxiety climbing higher.

Finally, the sound of a car pulling up outside caught your attention. You rushed to the window, your heart doing a little flip when you saw Winter’s sleek black car parked in front of your house.

You grabbed your bag and rushed outside, barely giving yourself time to breathe.

Winter was leaning against the car when you stepped out, looking effortlessly cool in a leather jacket and dark jeans. She smiled when she saw you, her eyes lighting up in a way that made your chest tighten.

“You ready?” she asked, pushing off the car and walking over to you.

You nodded, trying to ignore the nerves crawling up your spine. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Good.” She opened the passenger door for you, her smile warm and genuine. “Let’s go.”

The café was cozy, dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background. The atmosphere was perfect for a date—intimate without being overwhelming. As soon as you walked in, Winter led you to a small table by the window, where the two of you could watch the world go by.

You sat down, trying to fight off the nervousness that had settled in your stomach. Winter, however, seemed completely at ease, scrolling through the menu with one hand while casually resting the other on the table.

“So, what’s your favorite food?” Winter asked, glancing up at you.

You blinked, surprised by the question. “Uh… I don’t know. I guess I like pasta.”

“Pasta, huh?” Winter smirked. “I can work with that.”

The waitress came over to take your orders, and Winter made a joke about her usual “adventurous” choices when it came to food. You laughed at her antics, grateful for the way she made everything seem so easy.

But the more the conversation flowed, the more you realized how much you were enjoying yourself. Winter wasn’t just the popular girl everyone admired from afar—she was kind, funny, and somehow, she seemed to be really interested in you.

At one point, she leaned across the table, her face inches from yours as she asked, “So, what’s something I don’t know about you?”

Your heart skipped a beat.

You weren’t used to this kind of attention—people usually didn’t ask you these kinds of personal questions. You thought for a moment, then smiled. “I’ve always wanted to travel. Never really had the chance to go anywhere.”

Winter’s eyes softened. “Where would you go first?”

You thought about it for a moment. “Maybe Japan? Or Italy. I’ve always wanted to see the sights and try the food.”

“I’ll take you,” Winter said, the words slipping out effortlessly. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Your breath caught in your throat, your face flushing at her sudden promise.

“Seriously?” you managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Winter smiled, leaning back in her chair. “Yeah, why not? We’ll get there eventually. It’s a plan.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, so you simply nodded, your heart doing an excited little flip.

Dinner passed by in a comfortable blur, and before you knew it, Winter was paying for the meal, insisting that it was “her treat.”

“Thanks for tonight,” you said as she drove you home. The conversation had been easy, flowing naturally, and you couldn’t remember the last time you had enjoyed yourself this much.

Winter glanced at you, her expression softening. “It was nothing, really. I had fun. And I’m glad you came.”

When she pulled up in front of your house, she parked the car and turned to face you.

“So,” she began, her voice a little more serious now, “this was a good first date, right?”

You nodded quickly, your heart pounding in your chest. “Definitely. I had a great time.”

Winter leaned forward slightly, her gaze intense but gentle. “Good.”

Without warning, she reached out and brushed a strand of hair from your face, her touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

“See you tomorrow, Y/n?” she asked softly.

Your heart fluttered, your stomach flipping with nerves and excitement. “Definitely.”

Winter smiled, her eyes sparkling in the dim light of the car. “Good night, nerd.”

“Good night,” you whispered back, watching her drive away, your heart still racing in your chest.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you headed inside. You were in for something more than you had ever imagined.

[super-lovely-star]

🍁Fall Activities and Stuff for Middle Regressors🍁

Go outdoors and stomp in some crunchy, dry leaves. Bonus points if it’s at an empty playground!

Pick out a spooky movie and have a movie night. It doesn’t have to be horror, there are plenty of cartoon/kids show Halloween specials that aren’t too scary! It’s even more fun when you have pizza or some other nostalgic food to snack on.

If you go to school/classes, you can pick out fun stationary like folders with characters on them, cute notebooks, and scented pencils.

If you don’t go to school but would still like a back to school experience, you can set up a little classroom for your plushies and read chapter books with them

Think of fun Halloween costumes to make. It doesn’t have to be expensive. A pair of animal ears for your favorite animal has never failed me.

If you don’t want to dress up personally but still want to make a costume, you can make some for your favorite plushies out of materials like craft felt or construction paper.

If there’s a farm near you, they might have apple/pumpkin picking!

Another outdoors activity is taking a nature walk! The trees look so pretty during fall, so make sure to bring some plushies so they can see them too! You can take pictures of them in the fallen leaves.

Speaking of leaves, you can find the most perfect ones and press them in a book. Just make sure they aren’t completely brittle or they’ll break!

You can go camping, for real or for pretend. I don’t like real camping, so I make a fort out of blankets and use an LED lantern and make s’mores in the microwave lol.

Go check out a thrift store for cozy sweaters and other stylish fall clothing. If you go close to Halloween, they’ll have interesting stuff that you can make costumes out of!

For some reason I find going to the library very nostalgic around this time of year, so I recommend doing that! Most libraries have middle grade chapter books.

Set up a cozy corner in your room with lots of blankets and pillows and plushies, for reading or gaming in!

Plant some seeds or bulbs for the summer. This generally works best outdoors, but if you don’t have a yard you can probably still have luck planting it in a flower pot.

Research the seasonal behaviors of your local wildlife! You can watch squirrels burying acorns, and birds migrating. Just be sure to do so from a safe distance,

Make something tasty, like candy apples or a sweet with lots of cinnamon! Make sure you have supervision if you need it.

Happy Fall and have fun!

[captainmalewriter]

Miss Pigwin's Journal

Among the myriad of stereotypes surrounding gay men, Ivan never really fit into any of them. He was never the flamboyant queen nor the circuit party gay. Ivan always considered himself to be more of a lone wolf type. Although many would find the life of a social hermit boring and exhausting, Ivan truly didn’t mind his quiet, solitary lifestyle. Just class, work, gym, rinse and repeat. It was a simple routine, but it was one that Ivan loved. 

One evening, after his engineering classes, Ivan made a quick pit stop at the local store before heading back to his apartment. He needed to buy a new journal after he had filled out the last page the night before. Journaling was a hobby that Ivan took very seriously. For the past five or so years, Ivan would take 10 minutes every night to write his complete, unfiltered thoughts in his journal before bed. It was a therapeutic practice for Ivan, and he did not plan to stop anytime soon. 

Ivan was hoping to find a stylish yet relatively cheap journal but was quickly met with disappointment instead as he made his way down the stationary aisle. The store had completely run out of notebooks! A nearby employee told Ivan that the overnight crew would restock the store and that he should return the next day, but he was too determined to give up after having gone through the trouble of walking to the store. He scoured the store until he finally found one misplaced notebook, although its gaudy design left much to be desired…

It was a bright pink journal with glimmering sequins and came with a large bundle of pink ribbon. The journal had an ugly cartoon drawing of a pig in a princess dress along with her name ‘Miss Pigwin’ written in glitter across the top of the cover page. Ivan pulled out his phone and did a quick internet search to find out more about the Miss Pigwin notebook. Apparently, it was limited edition merchandise for some obscure children’s cartoon that never made it past 5 episodes. The idea behind Miss Pigwin was that kids could better understand their pets by helping them communicate with them. Kids were tie a piece of ribbon around an animal, and with Miss Pigwin's help, they would become their best friends. At least that was what the old advertisements promised anyway.

Obviously, the designers meant it to be used for pets like dogs and cats, so it was no wonder the pink journal was quickly discontinued after kids tried to tie ribbons around dangerous, wild animals instead. All in all, it was just cheap scraps of overly decorated paper for imaginative little girls. 

Ivan didn’t care much for the girly pink notebook. However, it was still a notebook at the end of the day, and the $5 price tag was too enticing to give up. He bought it and promptly returned to his apartment where his roommate Jesse was hosting a few of his frat friends over for beer pong. 

Ivan and Jesse were not friends but they were civil enough as roommates. Jesse wasn’t officially a part of a frat yet, but he already had the wild personality of a frat brother anyway. Jesse’s constant partying and drinking was annoying to Ivan, so he often made himself scarce—  as he did that night. He went about his usual nighttime routine and thankfully, by the time he sat down at his desk to journal, all of Jesse’s guests were gone. But just before he could touch pen to paper, Jesse came stumbling into the room.

“Hey, bro, you got any ribbon or string by any chance?” Jesse asked. Ivan hesitated saying yes right away.

“Maybe, what for?” 

“There’s this stupid Tiktok trend going on right now. Dudes are tying a piece of ribbon around their bicep and flexing until it breaks. The bros are saying I need to do every trend I see if I wanna continue rushing.”

“Cool, makes sense. Here, you can have it all. I don’t need it.”

Ivan took the bundle of ribbon that came with the Miss Pigwin journal and helped Jesse tie a piece around his bicep. Although Ivan did not like Jesse in that way, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit excited as he wrapped the ribbon around his straight roommate’s muscular arm. It was probably the only time he’d be that close to Jesse, so he relished in the moment as much as he could. Once it was tied, Jesse thanked him and left the room to record his Tiktok. Meanwhile, Ivan returned to his journal and began writing. 

March 12th - I am soo fucking h*rny. Sometimes, I wish my roommate would give in to his secret desires and just makeout with me already. 

Just as Ivan finished writing the last letter, a terrifying scream coming from the living room interrupted his journaling session. He quickly ran out with the pink journal in hand and saw Jesse straining himself to break the ribbon. No matter how hard he flexed, the pink ribbon stayed firmly wrapped around his bicep.

Although Ivan was worried about the pink ribbon constricting Jesse's arm, he couldn't help but stare at the massive bulge in his roommate's gray sweatpants. It was huge! Was Jesse hard? Ivan always had a feeling that his straight roommate was packing some serious heat downstairs, but he would've never guessed he'd be that big and thick! Just seeing his bulge was enough to make Ivan's jaw drop!

"Dude is this ribbon made out of fucking titanium or some shit! Where the fuck did you even get this!?" Jesse yelled out in anguish. It was enough to bring Ivan back down to Earth.

"I don't know! It came free with this weird notebook I found."

"Whatever!! Just go get the scissors! This shit's way too tight, my arm's starting to go numb!"

"Right! Hang on, I'll be right back!"

Uh oh!!

Just as Ivan turned around to go get the scissors, a sudden high-pitched voice made him stop dead in his tracks. It was a girl's voice, and it was coming from the notebook in his hands. Ivan looked down and froze from what he saw. The cartoon princess pig had come to life!

Uh oh!! It looks like our new friend isn't being a very good listener! Let's play some music to help clear his mind!

Miss Pigwin began singing a melody while soft piano music played. The music had no effect on Ivan, but it did on Jesse. Jesse suddenly stopped fighting and just laid flat on the floor. Within seconds, he had gone from a pissed off jock trying to rip the ribbon off his arm to eerily calm and relaxed. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled heavily. Jesse had a dazed look in his eyes once he opened them. He had a dull, almost sleepy-like expression plastered on his face too. It was like he was sedated by simply listening to Miss Pigwin's song! Only once Jesse was fully relaxed did Miss Pigwin finally stop the music.

Yayyy!! No more distracting thoughts! Now what did our best friend tell us?

Ivan watched in awe as Jesse got up from the ground while massaging his protruding bulge. His movements were almost mechanical, like a mindless robot following orders. He then began walking towards Ivan while reciting what Ivan had written inside the Miss Pigwin journal.

"I'm soo h*rny... I just wanna make out with my roommate. I'm soo h*rny... I just wanna make out with my roommate. I'm soo h*rny... I just wanna make out with my roommate."

It was incredible. Despite having never read it, Jesse kept repeating what Ivan had written over and over like a personal mantra!

Once Jesse closed the gap between them, Ivan got a good look how dilated his pupils were. It was quite the sight to see, though Jesse didn't give Ivan any time to react. Instead, he quickly joined his lips with Ivan's and kissed him roughly. Ivan was caught off guard by the surprise kiss but quickly matched Jesse's energy as the two kissed like it was their last night being alive. Ivan could hardly believe it. He had gone from merely tolerating his roommate's existence to making out with him in the same night! He felt himself light up with joy and pleasure as Jesse's hairy chest pressed against his with every kiss.

They continued at it for a while, locking lips until they gradually moved towards the couch. From there, they both discarded any remaining clothes they had on. Ivan hopped into Jesse's strong arms and went in for another deep kiss. He was shuddering with anticipation as he felt Jesse's rock hard boner tap against his butt. Luckily for him, it didn't take them much longer until they decided to get into position. Ivan spit onto Jesse's cock to lube it up, then guided it into his hole. A deep, sensual moan escaped his mouth as Jesse slowly thrusted his hips into him. Inch by inch, his dick disappeared into his ass. The room then filled with the sounds of men grunting and heavy, cum-filled balls clapping against Ivan's cheeks. Ivan was in heaven, while Jesse was in a trance with only one thought in his mind. Give into his desires, and makeout with his roommate.

Ivan woke up the next morning feeling like a brand new man after the amazing pounding he had received from Jesse. To say he was in a state of bliss would be a massive understatement! Even just remembering the feeling of Jesse's massive cock inside of him was enough to make Ivan smile with delight. But his grin quickly faded when he reached out for the Miss Pigwin journal and found it wasn't where he had left it before falling asleep. Even worse, he found a piece of pink ribbon had been tied around his wrist while he was sleeping.

"No... Nononono NOO!!"

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty! Looking for something?"

To Ivan's horror, Jesse was holding the Miss Pigwin journal and he looked furious! Although, despite the present danger, Ivan couldn't help but notice that Jesse still had the same ribbon tied around his bicep.

"Hey man... Let's put down the journal, and have a civilized conversation between adults. I promise it's not what it looks like, just let me ex-"

"Nahh FUCK that. I'm glad I woke up just before you did, otherwise I would've never found out what the fuck you did to me with this weird journal. You always gave me weird vibes but this? I... I don't even know where to start I'm so MAD!"

Jesse slammed a fist against the wall, startling Ivan. He then let out a maniacal chuckle as he pulled out a pen and opened the journal.

"Alright, Ivan, you wanna fuck up my mind so badly? Two can play at that game!"

Loud scribbling filled the room. Once he finished, Jesse read out loud what he wrote.

"Ivan's too serious for his own good. He needs to lighten up and join my frat so we can become best bros forever!!"

"...That's stupid. I'm not gonna do that."

"Are you sure?"

Uh oh!!

"I think Miss Pigwin might disagree with-"

Ivan smacked the book out of Jesse's hands, catching him off guard. The journal landed against the wall with a loud thud. Ivan wasted no time making a break for the journal. He bought himself a few seconds by smacking it away from Jesse. Those few seconds were all he needed to open the journal to a new page and write something down. In the heat of the moment, he could only think of one thing to write.

"Jesse's gay 4 me!"

"YOU FUCKER! ERASE THAT SHIT RIGHT NOW!!"

Jesse grabbed the journal but Ivan had a tight grip on it. The two slammed into the nearby walls and furniture as they tried to wrestle it out of the other's hands. The Miss Pigwin journal was getting torn and crumpled up in the crossfire of their fight, but that didn't stop the princess from carrying out her sole purpose.

It looks- New friend- Good listener! Let's- Some music- clear his mind!

Miss Pigwin began singing her soothing song, forcing both men into a hypnotic trance as they listened. They both fell to the ground screaming as the pink ribbons grew tighter around their bodies. They tried plugging their ears with their fingers, but it was already too late. The second they heard the first few notes of her song, Miss Pigwin was already deep within subconscious- ready to broadcast whatever was written in the journal directly into their brains. However, because the journal had gotten destroyed during the fight, Miss Pigwin's subliminal messaging turned out to be incredibly potent than usual.

Ivan fell back against the ground in a daze. He couldn't believe how discombobulated he was. It was like he was trapped underwater as he felt his mind beginning to clear of any and all thoughts. Ivan let out a heavy sigh as a powerful, cool calm filled his body. Soon enough, the only thing he could think about was how badly he wanted to become a frat bro just like Jesse. Ivan repeated his new life mantra to himself as his mind became hyper focused on only one goal.

"I need to lighten up... I need to join a frat... I need to become best bros with Jesse..."

A lot of his engineering knowledge got wiped away from his mind to make room for his new personality. Mathematics and physics were replaced with workout regimes and a strong, itching need to drink and get laid. The partying lifestyle of the frat bro that once repulsed Ivan became as normal as breathing to the former homebody gay man. Ivan tried resisting against Miss Pigwin's conditioning. He tried reminding himself how much he loved a quiet night at home by himself. He tried recalling how much he hated loud, obnoxious men who did nothing but party and drink all night. But everytime he tried fighting against it, the little voice repeating his mantra grew louder and louder until all opposition was completely stamped out. Ivan had been reborn.

As he rose from the ground with an altered conscience and personality, the only thing on Ivan's mind was how to maximize his gains the next time he hit the gym. After all, how could he even dare to show his face around his frat brothers if he couldn't keep up with them in terms of bodybuilding?

Meanwhile, Jesse laid out sprawled on the ground as a calm stupor washed over his aggravated mind. Soon enough, his mind became a quiet place where only one thought remained.

"I'm gay for Ivan... I'm gay for Ivan... I'm gay... For Ivan..."

Jesse repeated the same sentence to himself until the words no longer felt foreign leaving his mouth. Soon enough, saying he was gay for Ivan felt as natural as saying his name. His desires to sleep with women melted away from his subconscious everytime he recited his new mantra.

Like Ivan, Jesse tried fighting against it. He tried remembering the taste and feel of a woman's touch, but it was no use against Miss Pigwin's powerful conditioning. His memories of being with women were quickly fading. In their place, a deep, profound love for his roommate-turned-loved began to take hold. Within minutes, Jesse wanted nothing more in life than to stand by his boyfriend's side and make sure he felt loved.

Once Ivan and Jesse woke up to their new personalities, Miss Pigwin finished her song, never to be heard from again due to the journal being in tatters. Jesse woke up with a headache and with a grinning Ivan by his side.

"Good morning my handsome boyfriend, how'd you sleep?"

"Amazing because I slept with you, my love." Jesse joined his lips against Ivan's. The two shared a deep kiss filled with passion, ending with a loud smack when they finally pulled apart.

"You ready for today? I can't wait to start the rushing process, then we can join together!" Ivan flashed a wide smile. Jesse wrapped his hands around Ivan's neck.

"The frat can wait till later. Right now, I want you all to myself."

He pulled Ivan in for another kiss. The two men then proceeded to fuck all morning, completely unaware of the strange circumstances that led them to that point. All thanks to a little princess pig on the cover of a bright pink notebook.

[lilyprettyremy]

Polished and Productive: The It Girl Playbook for Organization. 💋☕️

- The Power of a Chic Planner 📄 Your planner is more than just dates and deadlines, it’s your daily sidekick. Opt for one that’s stylish and functional—think sleek leather covers, minimalist designs, and plenty of space for your goals. Use it to jot down tasks, appointments, and those brilliant ideas you get on the go.

- Create a Morning Routine That Sets the Tone 📋 Start your day with a quick, five-minute planning session. Outline your top three priorities, a to-do list, and a motivational quote. This mini habit keeps you focused and ready to conquer the day ahead.

- Declutter Your Digital Space 💻 Your phone and laptop should be as chic as your outfit. Organize your apps into folders, clear out your camera roll, and set a wallpaper that inspires you. Keep your inbox clean by unsubscribing from emails that no longer serve you—it’s like a digital detox.

- Capsule Wardrobe, but for Your Desk 🖋️ Keep your workspace minimalist and clutter-free. Think of it like a capsule wardrobe: only the essentials, but each item should be purposeful and aesthetically pleasing. A sleek pen holder, a chic planner, and a scented candle are all you really need.

- Time Blocking: Your Secret Weapon 🗓️ An It Girl knows that multitasking is out, and time blocking is in. Set specific times for studying, working, and breaks. This method keeps you in control of your schedule, so you can slay your to-do list without feeling overwhelmed.

- Organize Your Thoughts with Brain Dumps 📓 Feeling overwhelmed? Do a quick brain dump—grab a notebook and write down everything on your mind. It’s like a reset button for your brain, clearing the clutter so you can focus on what truly matters.

- Weekly Reset Ritual 🕊️ Dedicate one day a week to reset. This is your time to clean your space, plan for the week ahead, and refresh your mindset. Light a candle, put on a playlist, and make this ritual something you look forward to.

- Stay Inspired with a Vision Board Keep your goals front and center with a vision board. Whether digital or physical, fill it with images, quotes, and aesthetics that align with your dream life. It’s a daily reminder of what you’re working towards and why you’re putting in the effort.

[glowup-princess]

ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙʟᴀɪʀ ᴡᴀʟᴅᴏʀꜰ

 1. Curate a Luxurious Study Environment

Choose a study space that feels sophisticated and clean. Think: a home library, a perfectly organized desk, or a favorite spot at a chic café. 

Add luxury touches like scented candles, fresh flowers, and soft, ambient lighting. Blair would never settle for clutter!

 2. Dress Like a Queen Bee

Elevate your look: Blair never slouches in sweats. Choose something stylish yet comfortable, like a cashmere sweater, tailored loungewear, or a polished blouse.

Accessorize with a headband, stud earrings, or a delicate necklace for an effortless, put-together vibe.

 3. Create a Glamorous Study Kit

Invest in elegant stationery: monogrammed notebooks, gold or pastel pens, and highlighters that match your aesthetic.

Use a structured planner or journal to organize your day (bonus points for color-coded to-do lists).

 4. Organize Tasks with Precision

Start by writing out a prioritized to-do list. Divide tasks into categories: "Must Do Today," "Can Wait," and "Bonus Goals."

Break larger projects into manageable sections with clear deadlines for each step.

 5. Schedule Study Blocks

Use a time management method like the Pomodoro Technique (25 minutes of focused work, 5-minute breaks).

During study blocks, turn off distractions (silence your phone, close unnecessary tabs) and commit to full focus.

 6. Use Blair-Worthy Study Techniques

Flashcards: Memorize concepts efficiently and quiz yourself.

Active Note-Taking: Rewrite your notes in a neat, organized manner, summarizing key points.

Study Groups: Engage in intellectual debates or discussions to solidify your understanding. If solo, practice explaining topics out loud.

 7. Stay Energized with Elegant Snacks

Blair wouldn’t snack on junk food. Choose something light and upscale:

Green tea, sparkling water, or artisanal coffee.

A small bowl of mixed nuts, fresh fruit, or dark chocolate.

 8. Refresh with Chic Breaks

Use breaks to pamper yourself or recharge:

Apply a hydrating face mask or spritz facial mist.

Do a quick yoga stretch or go for a short walk.

Play soft classical music or a calming playlist to reset.

 9. Set Ambitious Yet Realistic Goals

Keep your eyes on the prize. Blair's motivator was visualizing success. Remember why you're working hard, whether it’s a test or a career goal.

Reward milestones: Treat yourself after completing major tasks, like indulging in an episode of your favorite show or a mini shopping spree.

 10. End with Reflection and Gratitude

Review your accomplishments for the day. Check off completed tasks and organize any unfinished ones for tomorrow.

Tidy your study space to maintain a sense of order.

Wrap up with positive affirmations: "I am capable," or Blair's energy: "I’m the best, and I know it."

Take care of yourself <3

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[kenzdolls]

MINA ASHIDO RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS .

𖤐 tags: mina ashido x reader, mina x reader, mina ashido x gn! reader 𖤐 pairing: mina ashido x hero student! gn! reader

MEETING MINA ASHIDO:

▸ she accidentally slides into you – literally. her quirk gets a little outta control in the halls and bam! you're covered in acid and she's so mortified but also kinda mesmerized by how good you look even with a lil' acid on ya…

▸ you're both in a club together! maybe the dance club? or even something totally random like the "appreciation of spicy foods" club. instant bond over shared interests!

▸ joint training exercise. you're on opposite teams and she's immediately drawn to your quirk. she's probably gushing loudly about how cool/unique/effective it is, even if you're technically her opponent.

▸ you see her struggling with a tough math problem in the library (she's surprisingly diligent when she needs to be). you offer to help, and she's instantly charmed by your intelligence. brains and beauty?!

▸ you're both helping clean up after a particularly messy training session. maybe you both slip in the same puddle and laugh about it? awkward and adorable!

MINA CRUSHING ON YOU:

▸ she starts leaving little trails of acid (carefully neutralized, of course!) near your locker or desk with small notes attached. they're always super sweet and encouraging, like "you got this!" or "have a great day!"

▸ she's suddenly always around. "oh, you're going to the cafeteria? me too! studying in the library? what a coincidence!" (it's not a coincidence, she planned it all.)

▸ she starts asking you for fashion advice, even though she's already stylish af. it's just an excuse to spend time with you and get your opinion on things.

▸ during training, she's extra motivated when you're watching, showing off her moves and trying to impress you. she might even accidentally hit you with a little extra acid, which she's super apologetic about (but secretly hopes you noticed her skills).

▸ she's always the first one to cheer you on during competitions or exams. her loud, enthusiastic support can be a little embarrassing, but it's also incredibly heartwarming.

▸ she starts doodling your name with little hearts around it in her notebooks. she's terrible at hiding it, so everyone else knows she has a crush way before you do.

DATING MINA ASHIDO:

▸ dates are always an adventure! theme parks, arcades, karaoke – anything fun and exciting. she loves to see you smile and have a good time.

▸ she's a huge cuddler. movie nights are mandatory, and she's always the big spoon. expect lots of physical affection and hand-holding.

▸ she loves to make you clothes! she's a great seamstress, and everything is pink and fabulous!

▸ she's super supportive of your dreams and ambitions. she's always there to cheer you on and offer encouragement when you're feeling down.

▸ she's not afraid to be a little goofy and embarrassing in public. she wants you to feel comfortable being yourself around her, no matter what.

▸ she leaves little acid hearts all over your stuff. not enough to destroy your stuff, but enough to know she appreciates you. <3

▸ she loves dancing with you, even if you have no rhythm. she'll happily lead you around the dance floor and teach you some moves.

▸ she's fiercely protective of you and won't hesitate to stand up for you if someone is being mean. she's a total badass when she needs to be.

▸ she's always down for a spontaneous adventure, whether it's going to a concert, exploring a new part of town, or just staying up all night talking.

▸ she makes you feel like the most special person in the world. her love is loud, bubbly, and infectious, and it's impossible not to be happy when you're around her.

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mutuals: @https-bakugo @haikyuubby @va-3 @lotusstarr @tulippanes @gh0st-g1rll @luvseraphh

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[nobodynoteventherainn]

Okay, how bout head cannons for the outsiders were paired with an eccentric reader. She’s stylish and can throw outfits together, she comes from a close knit family and kind of needs someone to help them stay on track doing even simple tasks because she’ll get lost in her own little world.

Maybe separation anxiety too? Idk I feel like I wanna see them paired with just a very cutesy reader in general who can tend to depend on a strong greaser whom in this case would be in the gang we know and love.

The Outsiders x Eccentric! Reader

Darry Curtis

Darry loves your outfits- especially the more creative, unique ones

When you're putting together an outfit he'll just watch with the most adorable little love struck smile

He doesn't really understand why or how you get distracted, but he's not too bothered by it since he's used to being around day dreamers (cough cough Ponyboy)

When you get distracted, he gives you a gentle little nudge to recapture your attention

"Darlin', you alright?"

He appreciates your bond with your family and it makes him a bit wistful about his parents (in a good way)

Darry works a lot, so he feels guilty about your separation anxiety. When he gets home he makes sure to spend a bit of time with you before he makes dinner or does housework- he'll just talk to you about both of your days, maybe a bit of cuddling if he's in the right mood

Darry wraps his arms around you as soon as he's in the living room, kissing the top of your head. "C'mere, hon.. missed you.."

Sodapop Curtis

Soda loves looking at your outfits

Every morning he and Ponyboy try to guess what you'll be wearing that day (they're never right)

Soda loves your family and they love him- he can get along with anybody and doesn't mind going over to your house for holidays

When you get lost in thought, Soda just waits patiently for you to return- he just gazes at you, admiring the pensive look in your eyes and your slightly creased eyebrows. He thinks it's adorable

Honestly, Soda probably has separation anxiety too

Luckily you can come with him to the DX

He comes and picks you up every morning and during his shifts he'll glance in your direction every so often to make sure you're good

Soda finishes filling up a tank and looks over for the second time in the past five minutes to where you're sitting by the door of the convenience store with your notebook. "Hey sweet thing, ya good?"

Ponyboy Curtis

Pony really likes drawing you and your outfits, he notices all the little details

Ponyboy regards you for a second, his eyes lingering on your jewellery before commenting with a little smile. "Are those new earrings? Pretty tuff."

Pony absolutely understands when you get distracted- he does too

You'll sometimes have deep, entertaining conversations but you're equally as comfortable just sitting in silence in your own little worlds, maybe holding hands or with your head leaning on his shoulder

Pony is sometimes a bit envious of your relationship with your family, he wishes his relationship with Darry came as naturally

But he loves your family and your parents become like parent figures to him

He understands your separation anxiety and can sense when you're perturbed. He'll try to appease it with gentle touches, reassurances that he's there

Pony knows your body language thoroughly and when you open to door to your house for him, he notices the way your eyes light up and the tenseness in your muscles melts away. He lays a hand on your arm, gazing up at you reassuringly. "Hey."

Dallas Winston

Dally likes how you look in your outfits. Not even always in a sexual way- he just thinks you look pretty. He tries not to be too obvious about admiring them because he doesn't want you to know how cute he thinks you look. But occasionally you'll catch him looking

A smirk finds its way onto your face as you see Dally's eyes raking over your outfit- but his eyes flick to your face with a look adjacent to sheepishness. He speaks in a slightly defensive voice. "What, doll? Y'look good in that."

If you've been together a while and he trusts you, he might let you wear his ring

Dally doesn't get why you daydream or how you manage it with so much going on in the real world

If you get distracted while you're doing something or if he needs to get your attention, he'll give you a (harder than intended) shove. He's just not always good at being gentle

"Knock it off, dollface- you gotta pay attention-"

If he notices you daydreaming and he doesn't have to get your attention, your expression will elicit a little smirk out of him and he'll just watch you thinking

Dally doesn't understand close knit families either since he's never quite had a family besides the gang, but he respects your relationship with your family and might be willing to get to know them in a serious relationship

He secretly thinks your separation anxiety is kind of sweet- he'll definitely try to keep you with him whenever he can to alleviate it

Steve Randle

Your outfits definitely catch Steve's attention- they were probably the first thing about you that drew him in

He likes picking your jewellery for you

Steve is a bit wary of meeting your family for the first time, but he's all smiles after and he totally understands why you love them so much

Steve walks through the park with you after meeting your family, his fingers laced with yours. He mutters to you, trying to hold back his smile. "You got quite the family, sunshine."

He loves watching you get lost in your own world- the corner of his lips quirk into a little smile and he'll ruffle your hair affectionately. He's a very realist sort of guy and he thinks your daydreams are funny, in a cute sort of way. He just loves everything about you.

Steve feels the same way about your separation anxiety. He'll bring you with him to the DX and let you talk to him as much as you want while he works

He also loves to rant about what he's doing as he works on cars- showing you parts, complaining, explaining how things work.

Johnny Cade

Johnny will unashamedly stare at your outfits without even realizing

He literally thinks you're perfect. The man is down bad

He lovesss watching you daydream. He won't ever interrupt you and he always asks what you were thinking about afterwards

Johnny gazes at you with his big, dark eyes, snapping you out of your thoughts. He waits a second to make sure you're done musing, then asks in a curious and genuinely interested tone. "Hey.. what were you thinkin' 'bout this time?"

His parents suck, so he wholeheartedly will adopt your family as his own

He goes over to your house for every holiday

He has some degree of separation anxiety too- he loves being with you even if you're not talking

Like, it's so easy and comfortable to just be sitting, maybe holding hands or cuddling, and just not talking. Enjoying each other's presence

His whole face lights up when he sees you and his whole body relaxes- hands out of pockets, shoulders loose, jaw unclenched

Two-Bit Mathews

Two-Bit thinks your outfits are adorable and he likes to bother you while you're putting them together

He'll grab pieces of clothing you're laying on the bed or come up behind you and put his hands on your shoulders

You bite your lip, trying to decide which top looks better with your light blue jeans. Suddenly, you feel two hands grab your shoulders and you yelp, almost jumping out of your skin. You turn around and, of course, it's Two-Bit. Smiling like the Cheshire cat. He drawls out, "I like the blue shirt, baby."

When you daydream, his reaction depends on his mood

If he's feeling considerate, he'll just leave you be. Well, he won't bother you directly. Maybe he'll breathe really loudly and see how you react, or he'll pretend to choke

If he's in a regular mood, he'll tap you and crack a joke

"Watcha thinkin' about, sweetheart? You're dreamin' 'bout these muscles, ain't ya?"

He loves your family. He likes goofing around with them, especially if you have younger siblings

Two-Bit definitely caters to your separation anxiety and brings you everywhere with him

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[directdogman]

Commenting on DT fan OCs!

Alright, I'mma take a look at some DT fan OCs! I've been sent quite a few, so I'll try to keep my comments for each one short 'n' sweet!

great name, snappy dresser. diggin' the bowtie! the pins are also a fun accessory!

Another snappy dresser! Tied well to an existing location in-game and the idea to explain the stickers is cute! attire is unique/memorable and the blues/browns compliment each other well. solid design. I do appreciate him!

Yo, this guy was in the last one! what is this, a crossover episode???

the bandage on side of face is a nice touch! digging the pinstripe pants too! graveyard shift at a convenience store is also quite an authentic job for a DT side character to have too! very nicely done.

Solid OC! well-drawn, unique job and her fit's stylish (it probably goes without saying that i'm a sucker for TV heads with dogs on them. that's gotta be a given, right?) The stickers on the back of the head are also a nice addition! well done!

Stanley's a real cad, huh? pizza delivery guy with a novelty pizza phone head is genius - making him flirt with milves on the job is just inspired though. i almost wish i'd come up with this guy, as i can totally imagine people around town talking about him. excellent job!!!

he's aptly named for an arcade dude! dig the fit too, especially the black + purple fingerless long sleeve gloves! the decals on the phone are neat too!

I approve of his activities but the lack of a visible mouth threw me off, since i've seen these old toy phones before, ofc.

i was about to ask "how does he drink ocean water without a mouth", before realizing that id been bamboozled into asking the fandom-favourite question of: 'how does he eat without a mouth?', only to then remember that practically no DT characters have visible mouths.

i hope you know that you've strained my weary brain today. cool OC, though.

banana phone's a fun concept! also, i must say your username's quite fitting. crept up on me from my peripheral as I gazed upon the banana phone, like a bizarre centipede of some sort. well, i'd assume so. in hindsight, most centipedes i've encountered have been pretty straightforward with me. i guess i should be grateful for that.

i like mary's fuzzy phone matching the trim of her dress but martin's really got my attention. cool name, neat quirk (he kills people, that takes moxie. hell, even pizzaz too, dare i say?) The dial being a lil clock is a neat touch since it ties his interest into the design. also quite like the cord tail matching the phone head's colour. solid design!

i like his head-type and the attire/pale skin gives a nice bit of contrast!

hard to say how randy'd feel about him, as someone who's only seen his design and 2 lines of dialogue (as someone's personality dictates randy's opinion on them far more than their appearance.) if you feel they'd get on though, you're probably correct! (randy isn't too picky, after all!)

Funnily enough, one of the earliest sketches for crown has a similar bolted plate stuck to a mostly intact phone head. it was even sticking from one of the sides. or corners. i'd have to dig up the notebook, as it's been like 4 years since I came up with the character. Sorry, just made me remember since the earliest sketches had one too.

Copper phone head's a neat idea. Contrasts well with his attire as well (nice and complimentary.) if only his attempts to deter jesse from the za worked out as well, eh?

Alright, that's it for me! thanks for the submissions, these were real creative! good job, everyone!

[boozenboze]

Helloooo I hope you're well. I was wondering if I could request a fic (or hcs, whichever you feel like) with any 141 characters for a male reader who has kind of a dark academia aesthetic??? Like he dresses like an English teacher and is chronically sleep deprived, maybe works at a bar

Thank you for your time:), have a good day/night

TF!141 x Male reader who has a dark academia aesthetic(Headcannons)

Females, She/Her or She/They DNI

Soap

Loves your style, thinks it fits you well

Tries to throw in other colors to your outfit that don't match

Likes to bother you when you're reading

Common occurrence when he'll plop down next to you and begin sketching with you in his notebook

Will carry you to bed if he finds you hunched over asleep on the desk

Will read some of your writing and praise you with how poetic your writing is

Has attempted to use your calligraphy pens before....never again

Likes to stare at your hands when you clean a shot glass, it just does something for him

Price

Appreciates the vintage aspect of your style

He's old school what'd you expect?

If ya'll wear the same size clothes, expect him to be wearing some of your clothes.

If your room has that..good oldish smell expect him to be in your room often

Will sit down with you as you write or draw

Expect him to take advantage of the amount of books in your room

Will visit the bar that you're working at just to talk before your shift ends and ya'll go home together

Really good at calligraphy, and often uses the pen to fill out paperwork

Ghost

He's...not extremely interested, but finds it interesting nonetheless

Has stood in the middle of your room just looking at all the darker toned color

Your style and vibe gives him an odd since of comfort and he enjoys that

Will pick up some of your sculptures and mini statues at random

Expect some of them to go missing after he leaves when he called back to the field

If you fall asleep while doing something, expect to wake up on the couch or beside him reading one of your book

May even read your poetry if he's up to it

He will only be served by you when he's on leave and goes to the bar with the rest of the 141

Gaz

Borrows some of your books

Suprisingly interested in the arts and literature

You remind him of one of his old teachers back when he was in high school. Not in that way

If he sees your tired he'll guide you to your shared room and cuddle with you

Similar to Ghost your vibe is just comforting to him,

When on leave, he'll borrow a lot of your clothing

It's stylish ya can't blame the man

Will visit you at the bar, whether he's with the 141 or not, and just stay there till your shifts over

[lire-casander]

7. LOVER?

lover

[rating might be between t and m for this one]

After coming back from the Astral Plane—a journey she isn't keen on rehashing anytime soon—Niko has noticed some changes within the dynamics of the Dead Boy Detective Agency (and One Mortal Physic and One Immortal Empath).

They really need to work on that name.

Niko shakes her head as she pushes the door open. The office in London has bloomed under hers and Crystal’s touch; the previous gloomy appearance is now replaced by luminous paintings and fair colors, and the clutter of three-decade worth of trinkets is now neatly organized on stylish shelves. She’s proud of the work they’ve done so far—they’re taking it one day at a time, in between cases.

Today, she really needs to talk to Edwin about the latest of their clients. While she’s been at school, since the boys have insisted both girls go back to their education, Niko thinks she’s managed to crack the code they’ve been stuck on. But when she scans the office, there’s no trace of Edwin. Or Charles, for that matter.

Niko frowns. She remembers Edwin telling her they’d be home when she came from school, but it’s evident there’s nobody here, even though Edwin’s notebook lies on the desk and Charles’s Bag of Tricks is scattered on the floor. They must have left in a hurry, if they’ve forgotten their most valuable belongings. She begins to worry—neither of the boys would walk away like that—when she hears it.

A soft noise, coming from behind the closed door of the cupboard.

She approaches the door silently, a skill she’s developed thanks to Edwin, and stills, pressing her ear to the beaten wood. There comes again—a muffled moan that may be signaling someone’s in pain, followed by a breathy expletive.

She doesn’t think. She acts.

Oh, how she wishes she hadn’t. 

The door flies open, revealing Edwin pressed against the shelves on the left, Charles all over him, apparently attached to Edwin’s neck where he seems intent on leaving a bruise—both of them entangled in a heap of incorporeal bodies and luminescent energy, stifled moans and contended lust. Niko yelps and covers her eyes with her hands, not before catching a glimpse of a sliver of skin where Charles’s hands have rolled Edwin’s shirt up, his own clothes rumpled and disheveled.

“Are you—are you lovers?” she stutters, looking at them through her fingers.

“Uh, boyfriends,” Charles corrects her, hurriedly tucking his polo shirt into his trousers. 

“Surely you know that boyfriends engage in activities—”

“I read manga and watch anime,” Niko interrupts Edwin before he digs himself into a deeper hole. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave you to it.”

She steps backwards, hands still half covering her eyes, and blindly closes the door to the cupboard. Once she’s stepped to the opposite side of the room, she slides to the floor in a fit of giggles, thinking that Edwin has finally gotten what he so earnestly desired.

For Charles to love him back.

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