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strongheartneteyam · 5 months

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A New Beginning.

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!human!reader/female!avatar!reader

cw: lots of fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, slightly sexual language, kissing, hugging, tsaheylu is mentioned, TRIGGER WARNING for brief talk of death (of Reader's human body), Jake and Neytiri being the best in-laws ever

@anika-rose-walker Here's your request after ages lol I'm so sorry, boo 😅

I changed the plot from what you asked a little bit (Neteyam and Reader are already together, instead of confessing to each other throughout the story) bc I had already written the beginning of it when I went back and read the rest of your request lol I hope you don't mind. I love you sm and I hope you like it, my lovely Kayla 💕

PS: in this story, going through a transference of consciousness from a human body to an Avatar is not as dangerous as it used to be because it has been done many times before. I have no idea if it makes sense but pls just go with it for the sake of it being easier to write 🥲 my wrist hurts so bad

na'vi words: tsaheylu (neural bond that the na'vi make with their mate), yawne (beloved), yawntu (loved one), paskalin (sweet berry), muntxate (female mate), muntxatan (male mate), oeyä (my, mine), sevin (pretty), tawtute (human)

Not proofread. Sorry if some parts are a bit off but I can't fix it rn lol

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The suns of Pandora were shining bright in the sky that day but nothing was brighter than your smile. You were overcome with happiness as what you had been anticipating for so long was finally gonna happen: you were getting your own Avatar, a body that would let you experience Pandora without that damn oxygen mask that held you back, not letting you breathe the fresh air and worse, not letting you kiss your na'vi boyfriend Neteyam unless you two were inside the lab. You were the daughter of one of the best scientists of the laboratory so you always spent a lot of your time there, but Neteyam was a busy young man and he couldn't visit you at the lab everyday which sucked. You were so addicted to him that spending even a single day without feeling his plump blue lips on yours, his soft and wet tongue lapping and sucking on your tongue felt like a kick in the stomach. You truly felt lovesick whenever it happened. Talk about a strong love and being needy for someone.

You were walking through the Omatikaya mainland, where all the people's huts were, and looking for your boyfriend. You hadn't told him you were gonna get an Avatar. You wanted it to be a surprise. Your brain could not comprehend that you would finally be able to make tsaheylu with Neteyam. Tsaheylu, man! Imagining being able to feel his affection for you through the bond, his need and desire, feel the pleasure he was feeling as the two of you mate… that felt otherworldly and so incredibly exciting. It's a connection beyond what your human brain could comprehend, honestly. Only your na'vi brain would be able to fully understand it.

Neteyam ended up finding you before you could find him. There was a sea of tall blue aliens around.

“Sevin tawtute!” He called out to you loudly, his voice excited

When your ears heard that beautiful voice and your eyes saw his large figure, you ran to his arms and held him tight, your head only reaching his waist, so much taller he was than your human frame. You wondered the height difference you two would have once you were Dreamwalking.

“Oooh! I'm glad you're this happy to see me, muntxate!” Neteyam put his big hands on your head and pet your hair softly.

“Teyam, I got something wonderful to tell you!” You looked at him, as happy as a kid who just got a gift they'd been waiting for ages to get

Neteyam got down on his knees to cut your height difference almost in half.

“What is it?” He smiled, his fangs charmingly touching his lower lip

“My father just told me earlier today that my Avatar is ready.” Your eyes shone like stars in a dark night sky

“Your what?!” His striped blue face betrayed his surprise

Neteyam's heart started beating fast. Was his yawne truly telling you what he thought she was?

“Are you serious, princess? Why didn't you tell me about it? My Eywa…” he chuckled, still incredulous

“I wanted it to be a surprise! I wanted to see this beautiful surprised look on your face, muntxatan.” You look so cute. I love you so much.” Your eyes started to water

Neteyam smiled even wider. He took your oxygen mask off and quickly used both his large hands to grab your face and crushed his lips against yours, before putting it back on again.

❦︎

You opened your eyes and your vision seemed to be better as you tried to get used to the bright white artificial lights of the Avatar first testing room in the lab.

“How are you feeling, (y/n)?” Your hearing was surely much sharper as you heard those words coming from a nurse's lips in a much louder volume than you would in your human body.

You moved your fingers and raised your hands up next to your face so you could look at them. Your fingers were blue and your wrist had some bioluminescent freckles on it. God, your skin looked much more beautiful now than it did in your human body. You were afraid you were already liking this body much more than your original one.

Your focus was so much on your new experience in your Avatar that you forgot to answer Julia's - the nurse - question.

“Can you hear me, (y/n)?” You got out of your trance and finally looked at her

“Yes. Yes, I can! Really well, by the way.” You smiled at her. Your fangs touching your lip was a new sensation, a really cool one.

After the scientists and nurses ran some tests with you on your new Avatar, you finally were able to change from your hospital like clothes and went out of that cold room wearing some dark jeans shorts and a simple white sleeveless shirt made of a cotton like material.

You saw Neteyam sitting in one of the brown sofas in the next room. His beautiful face looked tense.

All his tension faded away as soon as he saw you. His pretty yellow eyes shone as he took your appearance in. Neteyam didn't think he could ever fall even deeper in love with you but that had just happened.

“Oeyä muntxate… you look breathtaking. Oeyä sevin yawne…” he walked slowly towards you, still enchanted by the sight of your Avatar body

Neteyam held you by your waist, bring you close to him and gave you the most tender of kisses. You kissed him back, your lips almost trembling with happiness and affection. Neteyam tasted your mouth, his tongue licking not only your tongue but your fangs too, exploring your new na'vi body. He loved how similar you were to him now just as much as he loved the differences between the both of you when you were in your human form.

❦︎

Some weeks passed and you had never been more happy. A short period of time lived being able to Dreamwalk and kiss Neteyam in the woods, on the Sully's hut and in any other place you wished to brought you much more joy than all the years you lived before.

You and Neteyam were standing in front of the lab. You two were about to say goodbye and you would wake up in your human body. But there was a feeling inside of you that you had been haunted by for some time now and it was getting harder and harder to fight it. You finally spilled it out.

“I think I wanna leave my human life behind and become one of the people. If they will have me. If you will have me…” somehow you felt insecure, as if you forgot how happy Neteyam got whenever you were by his side

Surprise was all over his face.

“Are you sure of what you're saying?”

“Yes, I am. I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I know it seems sudden… I'm tired of being human… I'd much rather be your mate and learn archery, learn to cook na'vi recipes, worship Eywa, participate in the sacred rituals, run free in the woods instead of worrying about human social rules, live among artificial lights, eat junk food - don't get me wrong, you know I love some good hamburgers” Neteyam laughed at your remark “but fresh hunted meat, seasoned with herbs and wild spices tastes much better. Also…” You looked into his large feline eyes “I wanna spend more time with you, I wanna live in our own hut… I wanna be always by your side, my Teyam. I hope you don't find me too needy.”

“Of course not, yawntu. The more you need me, the better ‘cause I need you too. So much.”

He stole a happy smile from you with those words.

“And, yawne… How could you ever doubt if I will have you be na'vi and always be with me, live in our own hut? Darling, that's all I've ever wanted. Only Eywa knows how many nights I've talked to her, wishing that it could happen one day.” His voice was full of heartfelt truth

You breathed out, relieved.

“We can talk to my dad about it. He's been through it himself before, I'm sure he can be of great help.”

You nodded and smiled “Okay.”

❦︎

After Neteyam took you to talk to the Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya tribe, his dad Jake, his tired face lit up and he smiled, showing no teeth or fangs at first.

“You sure of it, kid? It's a big deal. Your human body is gonna die and that can be really traumatizing to your head."

“I know, Mr Sully. I've thought about that. I can deal with it if it means getting to live as one of the people forever.” You said sternly

“You're also gonna make a big commitment by becoming na'vi. You're gonna have to learn to use weapons, to hunt, to be fearless. You're gonna have to prove yourself worthy and go through your Ikinimaya before being truly considered one of the people. Are you up for it?” He looked like a mix of a father giving some life lessons to his kids, like a military chief of some kind and like a fierce leader. All three were indeed a part of him.

“Yes. I will do my best to prove myself worthy of becoming na'vi.”

Neteyam watched the two of you, some tension inside of him, as he felt like maybe his father was being too harsh on you, but he also knew he was doing what he had to as the Olo'eyktan and as someone who had once made the same decision you were making now and knew very well what he was talking about.

“Then you have all my support!” Jake finally smiled wide and opened his arms towards you “give me a hug, kid.”

You gladly walked until you got to where he was squatting - not that far from where you were sitting cross legged before - and hugged your father-in-law.

Neteyam smiled too.

“Thank you, Dad.”

When it came the time to talk to Neytiri, things went smoother than you had imagined. It seemed like a dream, in all honesty.

“You do whatever your heart tells you to do, paskalin.” Neytiri smiled at you “I believe Eywa herself chooses every human who decides to become one of the people. How could you say “no” to a request coming from the Great Mother?”

Your brain could not come up with words to describe how happy and relieved those words coming from your mother-in-law made you.

❦︎

Talking to your dad broke your heart a little. Your mother had died and you were his only family now.

“I just don't wanna lose my little girl.” Your dad was now sniffing. You felt bad as you never saw him cry.

“I'm not leaving you, Dad! I'm gonna visit you all the time! You're always gonna be my Dad. And you can always visit me when you have some free time, too.” You tried to comfort him by holding his hand as the both of you sit in your bed, in your bedroom

“I know. It's just not gonna be the same. And I'm gonna miss your beautiful human body. I'm gonna miss the girl I've raised since she was a little child.” You felt a stab in your heart. You honestly had not thought how much of a shock it would be to your dad to see your human body die. You felt a little selfish.

“She's still gonna be here.” You touched the place where your heart was, inside your chest “My soul will not change. I'm still gonna be me.” You looked into his eyes, trying to convince him of that

“I know. I just want you to be happy and if that's how you're gonna find your true happiness, I'd never try to be on your away.”

“Thank you, dad. I love you.” You hugged him and he felt a little better

You eventually broke the hug.

“I want you to come to my transferring of consciousness ceremony. Can you try and find some time on your busy scientist schedule to come and see your daughter wake up in her new body?”

“I wouldn't miss it for the world!” He gave you a supportive smile

The next step would be your transferring of consciousness ceremony. Mo'at seemed utterly happy to perform it. She wasn't that affectionate but you could read her feelings in her big amber eyes.

That night you slept in peace, knowing that the next time you would go to sleep again, you would be in your then permanent na'vi body and inside Neteyam's arms, your mate, the love of your life, probably making tsaheylu, as connected as you two could ever be. As one.

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wherethefireliliesgrow · 6 months

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Make Me Happy

Huh Yunjin x Reader

GENRE: fluff

TYPE: One Shot, Long Fic

INSPIRED BY: Make Me Happy-WheeIn

"And Zeus, with his mighty thunder in hand, ruled the sky and Olympus," you read, flipping to the next page of the storybook and showcasing the colorful pictures of Zeus.

It was a Saturday morning, and you were immersed in reading stories for the children at the hospital. As a child psychology major, you relished the opportunity to connect with different children each Saturday. Your love for children made spending time with them while earning extra credit a win-win situation.

"Zeus has a wife named Hera, the Queen of Gods," you continued, pointing to the illustrated photo of Hera on her throne.

"Sometimes Zeus made mistakes, like having other friends. Hera didn't like that, but they still ruled together on Mount Olympus."

“Ms. Y/N?” a cute voice squeaked from the circle of kids in front of you. It was a small girl with short blonde hair and thick glasses.

“Yes, Kayla?” you smiled at her.

“What is M-I-S-T-R-E-S-S-E-S?” Kayla squinted, trying to read from the book you were showing. The rest of the kids leaned forward, curious about the illustrations.

“M-I-S-T-R…” The word clicked in your head, and you looked at the little girl in shock. “Where did you learn that word?”

“There,” Kayla pointed at the bottom corner of the book with her small finger.

You quickly turned the book around to check the illustration. There, at the bottom, was a scribble of words written in black marker.

Friends? More like mistresses. LOL

“What the fuck?” you muttered under your breath.

This was one of the children’s books you brought from your department’s lounge, where they keep all materials used in class.

A chorus of oohs broke out around you at the sound of your mild exclamation.

“I mean, what the fuzz?” you hastily changed your choice of words, hoping the hospital staff didn’t hear what you just said. “What the fuzzballs.”

Luckily, the children giggled at that, immediately distracted when a boy named Jake decided to share the story about how he swallowed his cat’s fuzzballs and ended up in the hospital.

The storybook took you longer to finish reading as you made sure to check every page before showing the kids the illustrations. Thankfully, there wasn’t any more writing in the rest of the book. You covered the words with a Post-It before returning it to the lounge.

It happened again after a few weeks. You were reading a Dora the Explorer book to the children, and there it was, in the smack middle of the book, a sentence scribbled in the same scrawly, obnoxiously bolded handwriting.

“Can you find the chocolate tree?” you read before staring at the page in horror.

This chick is blind, FR.

The kids whispered, trying to understand what the handwriting meant.

“C-H-I-C-K…chick!” Carter, a red-haired boy, exclaimed loudly, proud of himself for being able to read it.

“There aren’t any chickens in Dora,” Kayla chastised him, shaking her head as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“There is too,” he huffed, pressing a smudgy finger onto the page. “It says here! C-H-I-C-K. Chick.”

“Well, there’s only the big red hen. No chicks,” Kayla insisted, standing up to grab the book from your hands. The situation was about to get worse in a few seconds as you saw Carter’s face redden in frustration.

“Okay! That’s enough story time for today,” you quickly stood up, snapping the book shut. “Who wants to play Monopoly?”

“ME! ME! ME!” The kids screamed in excitement, forgetting the book altogether. It was a relief that kids forget about things so easily.

You, on the other hand, did not forget about this.

“Someone keeps leaving nasty comments in the children's books,” you huffed, dropping the Dora book in front of your best friend, Chaeryeong.

You had found her sitting in front of one of the long tables, peacefully eating her lunch in your department’s lounge. The room was slightly crowded, filled with students doing their projects or chatting with each other before classes.

Narrowing her eyes at your rude entrance, Chaeryeong slowly took off her headphones and dropped her chopsticks.

“No hello beautiful?” she asked, rolling her eyes playfully. “Why are you reading children's books anyway? Are you seven years old or something?”

“I’m reading them for the kids at the hospital,” you said impatiently, flipping open to the page where the messy handwriting was located.

“See? This person keeps writing in these books! The kids keep reading them out!”

“This chick blind, for real?” Chaeryeong snickered after reading it aloud. “Well, this person has a good point. Dora IS blind as fuck.”

You huffed, annoyed at how unserious the raven-haired girl was. But before you could open your mouth, a soft chuckle came from the table next to yours. You turned your head to come face to face with the queen bee and the captain of the volleyball team, Huh Yunjin. She grinned at you as she casually leaned on her elbows, not hiding the fact that she was eavesdropping on your conversation as the rest of her friends were engrossed in another conversation.

“See? Even Yunjin unnie agrees,” Chaeryeong said, slyly bringing Yunjin into the conversation.

She knew about your little crush on the captain ever since freshman year. You were just too chicken to strike up a conversation with her, and she was flirty by default, breaking hearts left and right. You just didn’t want to go through the heartbreak, after seeing so many girls crying in the bathroom over her.

Your eyes met Yunjin’s chocolate ones, her bright gaze felt like it was penetrating your soul. People weren’t kidding about her beauty; she really was a sight to look at. You felt your face flush as her gaze never left yours.

“Yeah, she definitely needs to get herself some glasses,” Yunjin pushed her headband a bit higher to keep her orange hair out of her face. “But I support an unbothered queen.”

Yunjin let out a little laugh, her nose scrunching adorably. You couldn’t help but stare, mesmerized by the way her full lips pulled back to show her glistening white teeth.

“Stop being gay,” Chaeryeong whispered, nudging you with her legs to wake you out of the trance.

Huffing in embarrassment and annoyance, you grabbed the Dora book and the rest of your stuff and started to put them into your bag.

“Where are you going?” Chaeryeong asked.

You could see the volleyball captain staring at you from the corner of your eye, and your ears flushed a deeper red.

“I’m going to find someone who understands how serious this situation is,” you ignored the soft snickers coming from both of the girls and turned around to walk out of the lounge.

“Let me know if you found someone who managed to get that chick a pair of glasses,” Chaeryeong called from behind you, laughter in her voice.

Cute. That was the first thing Yunjin thought when she saw you during the freshman orientation.

She was there to recruit people into the volleyball team when she noticed you, sitting in the second row, eyes barely open, mouth slightly agape as a few wisps of hair fell into your face when you started to doze off.

Ignoring the knowing looks of her teammates, she intentionally tried to get close to you, all but failing drastically. She ended up recruiting all of your close friends into the volleyball team, all but you. You were definitely not a land animal; that was all that Yunjin could say after watching you fall face-first onto the ground at any given chance.

But at least her efforts weren’t all gone to waste. Having recruited Chaeryeong and your roommate Yeji onto the team meant that she could see you in the bleachers in every game and often see you swing by during practice. Her delusional self convinced her that you were there to see her, but deep down she knew that you never even spared her a second glance.

Like today, you had once again rushed away from her as if she was the most menacing thing in the room, and you wanted nothing but to end the conversation with her. Was she really this scary? Or had you found out about her obsession with you?

“You should try to talk to her more, you know?” Chaeryeong said, raising her eyebrows as she watched her captain gaze after you leaving the room.

“Huh?” Yunjin quickly composed herself, leaning back in her chair. “With who?”

“Y/N. I know you like her.” The raven-haired girl said with a grin. “And I approve.”

“Pfft, I don’t even know her that well.” Yunjin whispered, lowering her voice to make sure her friends didn’t hear this conversation.

“I’m not Dora. I see how you look at her,” Chaeryeong pushed.

“I—I don’t look at her differently.”

Yunjin stood her ground, staring at Chaeryeong, ready to deny everything that came out of the younger girl’s mouth. But Chaeryeong wasn’t intimidated, shrugging nonchalantly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“She finds your jokes in the books funny. Don’t let her reaction fool you.”

Laughing at Yunjin’s expression, Chaeryeon added, “I know your ugly handwriting.”

With that, the slender girl slipped her bag onto her shoulder and stood up, smiling mischievously at the blushing captain in front of her.

“Can’t believe it took you two years to make a move.”

Unconvincingly as it sounded, it really started with boredom.

Yunjin was alone in the student lounge last semester, skipping her least favorite class from Professor “Dead-Eye” Yoo and taking the liberty of finally having some alone time. Yunjin knew she was quite popular, being the captain and all, but sometimes she just wanted to go back to being that shy gamer girl she once was.

The lounge was deserted, and Yunjin flopped onto the sofa she sometimes saw you sitting on in the far-right corner. A couple of bookshelves were situated next to the sofa, completely filled with children’s books.

Scrunching her eyes in confusion about why there were so many books for kids when it was a university department lounge, Yunjin decided not to question it and got to read to kill time. But being attentive was not her strongest trait, so she soon relented to her immaturity and boredom.

Grabbing a sharpie from her bag, she started to leave dumb comments here and there in different books, as if she was the biggest book reviewer in the world. It was an immature and stupid thing to do, she knows. But at least it somehow managed to catch your attention, albeit months later.

God must’ve taken pity on her, watching her suffer through countless blind dates that her friends had arranged her to through her first two years of college, finally giving her the chance to know you better.

It was a few days after her encounter with you at the lounge with Chaeryeong, and she found you scribbling down in a brown notebook on the sofa next to the bookshelves again, this time alone. Deciding to brave herself just once, she took her breath and mustered all of her confidence before making her way towards you and flopped down onto the empty space next to you. She was going to take a chance and take Chaeyeong’s words as advice.

“Hey Y/N.” Yunjin gave you a boyish charming grin, her orange hair tousled perfectly across her leather jacket. She was effortlessly cool, and her sudden close proximity made your face heat up.

“Uh, hi, Yunjin-ssi.” You quickly bowed in respect.

“Please drop the honorifics.” The captain waved her hand, giving you a wink. “Just Yunjin is fine.”

You nodded, eyes flittering from Yunjin’s mesmerizing large ones to the record book in your hand. Unsure of what to do, you decided to awkwardly continue writing.

“What are you doing?” Yunjin slightly leaned towards you, her vanilla perfume invading your senses.

“Um... I-” You shook your head to gather your thoughts, “I’m keeping track of the books that were written on. We would have to replace them.”

“Ahh… the Dora book?”

“Yeah. I also found a new one this week, in the Ice Age books.”

“Really? What did it say?” Yunjin asked, trying to keep her face casual.

“It simply just wrote LIA next to Sid’s face.” You said, biting your lip to hold in your smile.

Yunjin, on the other hand, let out a booming laugh, enjoying the joke way too much.

“I’ll let Lia know she’s famous.” Yunjin said, after taking a few minutes to finally come down from her laughter.

Even though she was the one who wrote it, she still found it funny that her roommate, Lia, looked exactly like Sid the sloth when she was sleeping.

Trying to hide your grin, you said, “It’s not funny. The kids keep reading out the comments.”

The sight of your smiling made Yunjin’s heart soar. She was proud of herself for succeeding in making you smile, despite you not knowing it was her who left the comments. With this affirmation, Yunjin continued to make jokes with you as you talked for a bit. She would do anything to charm you, and she already had a plan hatched in her brain, something to do with your notebook.

“I’ll talk to you later, Y/N.” The captain squeezed your hand as she saw her friends calling for her.

You were disappointed to see her go, but you knew that she had better things to do than talk to you. She was, after all, one of the most popular and busiest students in your major.

“See you.” You muttered, ears red at the feeling of her hand on yours.

The captain walked towards the door, before turning back and raising her hand as a goodbye in a goofy boyish way that made your heart flutter.

It happened again, but this time, it was in your record book. Again, in obnoxiously bolded and capitalized letters, the mystery person managed to annoy the hell out of you, but you couldn’t help but find a bit of amusement in them.

HI :)

They had written this in the smack middle of a new page in your notebook, wasting the entire page. Deciding to write back for the first time, you took out your pen and wrote a small line under their loud greeting.

Don’t write in my notebook :)

Thinking this was able to stop the culprit from writing anything else, you shut the book satisfied. Oh, how wrong you were.

The next day, you found a light pink post-it stuck on top of the original page.

BUT I WANT TO BE FRIENDS :(

Annoyed at the culprit, but also at yourself for finding them cute for using a post-it instead of just writing on your book.

No.

You wrote back, slightly hesitating before slamming shut the notebook altogether. Although intrigued and wanting to know who was behind the writing, it was probably best that you don’t encourage them.

“Getting ready to dive deep into another children’s book of yours?” A familiar voice broke you out of your thoughts.

Your heart couldn't help but lurch at the sight of the orange-haired captain smiling at you, her nose scrunched adorably.

“Yeah, any recommendations? I know you love these books.” You teased back, already comfortable with her presence.

Despite not really getting the chance to talk to her that much, she had this aura that made you feel calm and relaxed, as if you could trust her with anything.

“I’ll recommend one only if you read it to me.” Yunjin flirted easily, giving you a charming grin and wink.

Caught off guard at her response, your face turned a slight shade of pink. “I-”

“I’m just kidding, Y/N.” The taller girl laughed at your flustered state. “I used to read ‘The Jungle Book’ to my sister when she was a kid, and she loved it. Maybe the kids at the hospital would love it too.”

"You have a younger sister?” You asked. This was new information to you, but then again, you and Yunjin never really talked before this semester.

“Yeah, we have a really big age difference though. She’s 10 years younger than me.” Yunjin’s eyes glinted at the mention of her sister.

“She must be really happy to have you as a sister.”

“I hope so." Yunjin said with a sad smile, “I haven’t seen her in a couple of years. She’s still in the US with the rest of my family.”

“It must’ve been hard for you to move here all alone.” You hesitantly reached out your hand to squeeze the Captain’s forearm in comfort.

She gave you a grin at your touch, and your heart fluttered at how her eyes seem to twinkle whenever she met yours.

“I’m fine now.” She said, putting her other hand on top of yours. “I made a lot of friends, and also, I got the chance to meet you.”

The flirty queen-bee you knew was back. You cleared your throat to shake off the nerves she managed to give you and pulled back from the trance she pulled you into.

Quickly checking your watch as an excuse to avoid looking into her eyes again, you noticed it was almost five p.m., the time Chaeryeon left for practice.

“Don’t you have practice?” You asked.

“Nope.” Yunjin made a pop sound at the P, which you found adorable. “We have a game next week, so I gave the girls a two-day break.”

“You’ll be watching us, right?” She asked, her eyes hopeful.

You nodded, “I never missed a game. I’m Chaeryeon’s and Yeji’s number one fan.” You grinned, proud of yourself.

Yunjin merely pouted at this, “You should cheer for me sometime. I’m playing too, you know.” She nudged you.

You laughed, trying to shake off your nervousness at her blatant flirting. “You already have a lot of fangirls.”

Yunjin whined, begging, “I don’t know them, but I know you. None of my friends wear my number because they’re on the court with me.“

“I’ll think about it.“ you laughed at her antics. Although she was a year older than you, she managed to act like a little kid sometimes.

After talking (more like flirting on Yunjin’s side) for another while, Yunjin left to go to her part-time job at the diner, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

The feeling she gave you messed up your thoughts, and you were worried that your old crush on her will be reignited.

She was just friendly. She thought of you as a friend. You convinced yourself. You needed to see her as a friend too, before you get your heart broken.

“Maybe I need other friends than Yunjin.“ you muttered to yourself before opening the notebook once more.

No.

You crossed out the word and wrote.

Fine. What’s your name?

Turns out, the person behind the obnoxious block letters was worth talking to. You’ve been texting the mysterious person for the past few weeks, and they managed to entertain you and connect on a deeper level. Never getting a reply to their name, only with a doodle of a snake, you exchanged numbers without knowing each other's names, and it was better like that. To talk about your day anonymously.

You were, however, curious about the person behind the texts and writing. They were considerate, easy to talk to, and extremely funny. You honestly felt that you could be really good friends with them. From books to life goals, you could talk to them about anything and everything.

It was a bit unnerving how someone in your major knew all this about you, but at the same time, you felt that they were someone you could trust, and they felt the same way about you after sharing some of their family problems with you.

You noticed you were developing a sort of attachment to this person, as if they were your soulmate. You found yourself instantly texting back whenever the snake contact popped up on your phone, and when you were texting, you were re-reading your past conversations. They were a great way for you to get Yunjin off your mind, which you found to get harder every time she stopped by to say hello.

“You’re late, Shin.” Chaewon, the co-captain of the volleyball team, chastised a wind-swept Yuna as she slammed open the door to the locker room and hurried to change into her team uniform.

Yuna was the newest addition to the team and was also the cousin of Y/N. (As soon as Yunjin heard of this, she immediately treated Yuna with patience and additional care, not that she liked you or anything, just her showing affection to her juniors).

The volleyball team was getting ready for the final match before the semi-finals. They had an away game with a nearby school, and Yuna, being Yuna, had overslept and missed the bus to the game. Yuna quickly bowed her head in apology, and Chaewon simply patted her head in assurance and ushered everyone to warm up.

“What took you so long?” Yeji asked, “I thought Y/N said she would drive you instead.”

"She did. But it took her half an hour to get ready because she was busy giggling at her phone like a love-sick schoolgirl.” Yuna said, exasperation in her voice.

At that, Chaeryeon, who was standing near the two girls tying her hair, let out a laugh. “Yeah, she’s been doing that pretty often. She must have a crush or something.”

“You think so?” Eunchae, one of the tallest yet youngest players, chimed in, exposing the fact that she was eavesdropping.

“That’s new; I thought she would just end up being a single woman and adopt all of the kids in the hospital.” Yeji mused, happy that her roommate is finally interested in someone. Throughout the two years she lived with you, you seemed to show zero interest in love.

“Must be nice to be liked by unnie.” Eunchae said dreamily, causing the rest of the girls around her to fake gag and give a round of protest.

“Wish it was me instead.”

“Who are you dreaming about dating?” Yunjin suddenly appeared, wrapping her hands around the tall girl. “My baby manchae is off limits until she’s 40.”

The captain had returned from a quick discussion with their coach and had gone into the locker room to usher the girls out for warm-up.

“40? Do you want me to die single?” Eunchae furrowed her brows and pouted, “And besides, we were talking about Y/N unnie’s love life, not mine.“

“Y/N? What about Y/N?” Yunjin tried to ask nonchalantly, leading the girls out of the locker room.

“She has a crush on someone.” Chaeryeon said slyly, paying close attention to Yunjin’s reaction.

The orange-haired girl kept her face composed, but in reality, her heart was beating at the thought of you liking someone, that wasn’t her. A sense of hollowness and jealousy crept into her skin.

“That’s nice. Do you know who?”

The girls shrugged, and Yunjin decided not to push anymore. The way Chaeryeon looked at her was obvious enough to blow off her cover and reveal her affection towards you, and she was not keen on letting others know.

Putting on a smile so bright that could make any of the people in the crowd swoon, Yunjin tried to push back her thoughts and jealousy, waving to the people in the stand as the team entered the court.

Cheers came from all around her, cheering her name every time she sent the ball flying at deadly speed toward her rivals. She wasn’t called the Ace of SNU for nothing. Yet, as she scanned the crowds after every point earned, she hoped you would also be there yelling her name.

“Good game.” Chaeryeon whispered in Yunjin’s ear as they gathered together in a group hug to celebrate another victory.

The crowds were wild around them, chanting their names as they celebrated their ticket to the semi-finals.

“But you better step up your other game before it’s too late, captain.” The raven-haired girl gave Yunjin a grin before sauntering off to the stands, where you were hugging Yeji in celebration.

You were wearing Chaeryeon’s spare uniform, proudly displaying the Lee on your back, while waving a self-made Yeji and Yuna flag. You looked so cute with your hair in a ponytail, with two lines of blue drawn horizontally across your cheeks to represent SNU.

At that moment, Yunjin wished nothing more than to see you wearing her uniform instead.

She better step up her game.

So…have you ever been in love before?

You were late at night studying in the school library a few days after the game when your phone buzzed, indicating a text message. It was from your mystery friend.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at their sudden question, before typing out a quick response.

No, I don’t think so. Have you?

As their text bubble indicated typing, a full minute passed before their response came through.

No.

Followed by another long pause.

But I wish I did.

Biting your lip in thought, you were unsure of what to make of this sudden confession from your friend. You were developing an attachment to them, which seemed foolish when you didn't even know what they looked like, let alone their name.

It was truly pathetic; the two people in college for whom you had feelings were the queen bee of the school, with a long line of admirers, and the other was some random faceless stranger about whom you knew everything and nothing.

What got you thinking about this? You typed back.

A girl. But she has feelings for someone else.

So your little mystery friend does have someone on their mind. You tried to push down your disappointment and the slight burn of rejection as you replied.

Have you tried telling her how you feel about her?

No, I would probably scare her off or something.

I’m sure you won’t.

It took them another five minutes before they finally responded back.

What about you? Is there anyone on your mind?

Yunjin, the fiery-haired girl, instantly came to mind. Recent interactions with her had given the impression of growing closeness. She took the time to chat with you in the student lounge, held your bag, walked you back to your dorm after study sessions, and even brought treats from the diner when her shift ended. Though it felt like more to you, the realization struck that she viewed you simply as a friend.

Yeah, this girl. But she sees me as a friend.

Yunjin's heart skipped a beat upon reading your reply. It confirmed Chaeryeon's statement – you had your eyes set on someone else. She pondered the possibilities, considering potential candidates. Was it the charming Shin Ryujin from the softball team? Perhaps someone from the hospital where you volunteered? Or could it be one of your close friends, like Chaeryeon or Yeji? The uncertainty left Yunjin feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Did you tell them how you feel?

No, I would probably scare them off or something.

Despite her heartbreak, your text made her smile a bit. There you were again, teasing her by copying her sentence.

I’m sure you won’t, pretty girl.

How do you know if I’m pretty or not?

I just do.

You couldn’t help but blush at their compliment. They always managed to say something earnestly that made your heart flutter, similar to the way Yunjin always seemed to have an effect on you.

You should take this confidence and confess to the girl you like before it’s too late. What’s there to lose?

You have a valid point…

I’ll work on confessing to them before the end of the year, but only if you be my wingwoman.

Your wingwoman? How? I don’t know anything about them.

Just share with me the little things you like as advice.

Deal.

So…better start listing.

Hmm, I’d say start with flowers.

Oh, and little notes are pretty cute, too.

"The Ultimate Checklist to How to Get That Girl? Seriously?" Chaewon read over Yunjin's shoulder incredulously.

Flushing a deep red, the captain quickly slammed shut her notebook and pushed the short-haired girl away.

"Stop snooping!"

"You know you can just ask her out, right? Y/N." The shorter girl reached over to snatch the book from Yunjin, quickly scanning over the checklists.

Yunjin had managed to devise a checklist incorporating all the things you mentioned in your previous text conversations with her about your preference as her 'wingwoman’. She had compiled recommendations on what someone should do to win over someone's heart, hoping to win over yours.

"I can't. She likes someone else." Yunjin said defeatedly, her shoulders sagging.

"Who can resist the Huh Yunjin charms? I'm pretty sure everyone would love to date you." Chaewon snorted, amused by how her seemingly always confident friend was so hung up on you. This was a first.

"Not Y/N."

Although teasing her friends was in her DNA, Chaewon couldn't help but feel bad for her friend. Yunjin looked lost (kind of like a kicked puppy, but she wasn't going to say that to her face), and as co-captain of the team, it was a rule that she would need to support their captain whenever they needed help.

"Find, I'll help you." Chaewon sighed, looking at the long list and preparing herself mentally. It was going to be a long few months.

"Let me call the girls for backup."

“Another gift from your secret admirer?” Yeji teased when she saw you enter the shared dorm with a tray of hot coffee.

You had just returned from the library, preparing for your final exams, and found yet another gift waiting in front of your door.

You shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant, but your ears betrayed you by reddening. “There’s one for you.”

Yeji jumped up in excitement and went straight for the coffee, sighing contentedly as she sipped on it. “I’d just date them already.”

You had been receiving these little gifts for the past few weeks, and it was driving you crazy. Initially sweet, the mystery person never revealed themselves, making you suspicious of everyone. Additionally, you were concerned about how much they were spending on you. Although seemingly insignificant, the little gifts added up.

The first gift was a single rose and a typed note in front of your dorm room, a bit like a ransom note. The note included a cheesy pick-up line that you found endearing, despite yourself. Soon after came cute accessories, a new hair tie, and even a cute hippo plushie. Your admirer seemed to know a lot about you, even the things you lost.

They gifted you things you had listed out to your mystery friend. Could your admirer and your friend possibly be the same person?

“Oh, by the way, Yunjin and the team are coming over to discuss our strategies for the championship game, is that okay?” Yeji mentioned casually, trying to hide her grin.

Chaewon had called her earlier, letting her in on Yunjin’s huge crush on you and the plan to sweep you off your feet.

Panic filled your eyes as you looked up from your phone. You were still dressed in your "bum outfit," as Yeji would call it, consisting of old sweatpants and an oversized Nike hoodie – definitely not presentable.

“What? When?” You quickly surveyed the room, noticing a small pile of clothes and rushing to stuff them in the laundry basket.

“In about…”

Knock, knock, knock.

“Now.”

At that moment, you pulled your hair out of its messy bun and ran your fingers through it in a rush. Leave it to Yeji to embarrass you in front of Yunjin.

Before Yeji could open the door, it was slammed open, revealing a snow-covered Chaeryeon with her cheshire grin, followed by Chaewon, Lia, Yuna, and Yunjin. Your eyes met hers, and you got lost once again in her warm brown hues.

She looked particularly good today, with her fiery orange hair tucked into a gray woolen hat and dressed in a red leather jacket. She gave you a toothy smile before closing the door behind her.

“Hey, stranger, it’s been a while,” Yunjin said, pulling you into a hug, engulfing you in her sweet lavender perfume. “I missed you.”

You immediately blushed at this, still not used to her flirty nature.

“We had lunch together last Saturday.”

“Yeah, three days is way too long,” she sighed dramatically, her arms still wrapped around your shoulders. Her eyes scanned your features, as if she was trying to memorize every freckle and blemish.

“If you two are done flirting, we would like to start discussing tactics,” Chaewon said, her lips curled into a teasing smile as she saw Yunjin immediately pull her arm off of yours and turn beet red in embarrassment.

“I…” Yunjin muttered, before giving up coming up with an explanation and plopped down onto the sofa.

You busied yourself with schoolwork as the girls squeezed into the makeshift living room and focused on their strategy plan for the upcoming games. You watched them with adoration; it wasn’t often that you saw them together except for their games, and you loved how sweet their dynamic was. Chaewon was the one who kept everyone focused, Lia and Yeji were the encouraging ones, and Yunjin was the planner. She led the gameplays and tactics, ensuring everything was on track. The older girls also babied Yuna and Chaeryeon, making sure they understood everything.

You didn’t know Chaewon and Lia that well; they were Yunjin’s friends. Still, you could tell that they were just as sweet and caring as the captain was. However, you couldn’t help but think of the comment your mystery friend left in the Ice Age book whenever you looked at Lia. She did look a bit like a sloth, but the cutest one ever.

Hence, you decided to text your mystery friend.

Lia does kind of look like a sloth. But cuter.

As you sent out the text, a small buzz came from the living room.

Cuter as in your type?

No. But you did her dirty by writing her name next to Sid.

Another buzz. You furrowed your brows and looked toward the direction of the living room.

Who IS your type then?

Someone funny, I guess. Goofy but smart.

Buzz. It felt too coincidental. Your palms started sweating at the thought that you might finally discover who was behind those texts that accompanied you through long nights and motivated you.

Hmm…is there someone like that in our school?

Yeah, there is.

As soon as you sent out a text, another buzz came from the living room. At that moment, you were convinced that your friend was one of the girls in the room.

Is it the person you mentioned you liked?

You silently leaned forward on your bed to peek at the girls obscured by the sofa, lying on their stomachs in front of a strategy board. You froze at the sight of Yunjin biting her full lip and looking at her phone, engrossed in whatever she was reading. The rest of the girls were talking with each other, none of them looking at their phones.

Could it possibly be the orange-haired girl all along? The girl you've been texting about was the one receiving your texts. If they were Yunjin, then she would possibly be the one sending you your gifts.

The pounding in your heart was so loud, engulfing you in erratic thumps. You couldn’t even hear the girls talking; all you could focus on was the possibility that Yunjin was the person behind the texts.

Deciding to leap in faith just this once, you texted back.

Yes. The captain of the volleyball team, do you know her?

Another buzz followed by the screen of Yunjin’s phone was enough to prove that she was indeed the person all along. Eyes scanning through the sentence you sent to her, Yunjin’s brown eyes widened, and she immediately threw her phone to the side, covering her face with her arms. She let out a muffled scream and kicked her legs in excitement, startling the rest of the girls.

You couldn't help but laugh at her adorableness. Putting on your headphones, you pretended to be studying while trying to calm your erratic heart. Muffled shouts and laughter could be heard from the girls, probably picking on their captain.

For the first time in her life, it seemed that fate had taken favor in Yunjin. Having dedicated all of her time to school and volleyball, she never had the privilege of starting a relationship with someone. Volleyball itself took up most of her time, with her parents and her personal coach insisting on her becoming the best player in the league and eventually joining the national team of South Korea. She wasn’t unhappy with her life, but she wouldn’t call herself happy.

Sure, her friends set her up on several blind dates, but she never liked them enough to want something more. She was only interested in being the best at volleyball and being the best captain for the girls, nothing more.

That was, until, she met you.

She was enamored by you right from the start, with your shy smile and soft features. She wanted nothing more than to get to know you. After finally getting the chance to talk to you after two years, she had fallen for you, deep. All those late-night talks through text made her understand that you were more than a mere crush, more than any of the girls on those blind dates. The way you viewed the world made her want to become something more to you. She wanted to be included in your world.

Life started to mean more than just volleyball, and she noticed that you made her happy, actually happy.

She hoped that you would give her the chance to do the same for you. Now, with the revelation that the person she worried so much about you liking was her, she was beyond the moon. She just hoped you wouldn’t be disappointed that she was the one behind the texts.

It was the Saturday after the eventful day, and Yunjin was nervous. She blamed it on the finals game they had tomorrow, but in reality, it was the first time she was alone with you after knowing that you liked her.

After running to you during her lunch break from her shift at the diner two months ago, she had established a weekly routine of getting lunch with you every Saturday. The diner she worked at was near the hospital she volunteered at, so grabbing lunch together before visiting the kids was another highlight of your week.

"Did something happen?" You asked as you sat across the captain.

You had arrived at the booth a while ago, and the captain hadn’t said much but to order. She was fidgeting with the straw of her iced coffee, bending it over repeatedly as she looked at anywhere but you.

"What? No!" Yunjin’s eyes flitted to yours, before quickly looking away again.

"Nothing’s wrong."

"Then how come you’re avoiding me?" You asked, slightly pouting.

Yunjin nearly kissed you on the spot at the sight of you pouting cutely.

She had been refusing to meet your eyes because she knew that the second she did, all defenses would fall, and she would just confess her love to you. It has been like that for the last few days, ever since she knew that you liked her back; she wanted nothing more than to have you in her arms. But she hadn’t thought of a plan on how to ask you out yet; she also had to confess to you that she was the one behind the texts. This scared her, worried that you would hate her for lying to you about not knowing who you were.

"I-I’m not." Yunjin stuttered, still refusing to look at you in the eye.

Before you could reply, the waitress brought over your food. You always got the same thing, blueberry pancakes with scrambled eggs on the side, while Yunjin always had her protein lunch filled with eggs, chicken, and tofu. It didn’t really look good, but Yunjin made sure her body was in the best shape for volleyball.

Today’s meal was slightly different. The waitress had also brought in a plate with two gingerbread cookies, both with cute red buttons and frosty smiles.

"We give out gingerbread cookies to our customers every year around Christmas time," the waitress explained, her eyes twinkling mischievously, "Enjoy!"

Yunjin watched you from the corner of her eyes as you excitedly took a few photos of the cookies.

"Look Yunjinnie, they’re holding hands!"

Yunjin wished she could hold hands with you.

"This one looks more like you." You giggled, moving the plate forward to show her.

The restaurant workers seemingly did not put their heart into decoration because the one you insisted that looked like Yunjin had lopsided eyes and a way out of proportion mouth, so wide that it went higher than the eyes.

"Are you saying I look ugly?" She said, pretending to be offended.

"What? No!" You interjected, blushing a deep red and pulling back the plate to inspect the cookies. "I meant that you always have a big smile like this, meeting your eyes."

That’s because I only smile like this when I’m with you, Yunjin thought.

"Here, try one." You broke the cookies apart and raised one of the cookies towards Yunjin’s face.

"I can’t. I have to stay in shape for tomorrow's game." Yunjin was taken aback at your forwardness. She was normally the one flirting, and you were the shy one. It seems that the roles have reversed today.

"C’mon. Just one bite wouldn’t hurt." You wheedled. "Please?"

Yunjin’s eyes finally met yours. Big mistake.

Your eyes, every so bright, were staring at her pleadingly, with a hint of something that Yunjin couldn't quite put a finger on. Was it affection? Adoration?

Nevertheless, the captain immediately gave in and took a bite of the cookie in your hands. She would always do anything for you.

"It’s…It’s good." Yunjin managed to say, her gaze still locked with yours.

You let out a satisfied grin and brought the same cookie to your lips, pausing slightly before taking a bite.

Yunjin’s brain went into a full system shutdown. YOU JUST ATE THE COOKIE SHE HAD. IT WAS AN INDIRECT KISS. I REPEAT. INDIRECT KISS.

“Mhmmm… It’s so good. Tastes like Christmas.” You said, finally breaking eye contact and looking at the rest of the cookies in front of you.

“It’s almost the end of the year.” You said softly, before looking up again at the flustered girl.

End of the year.

Yunjin’s heart went into rapid speed, and her blood went cold. Could you have possibly known that she was the one texting you? How else would you know the importance of the end of the year to her? She had promised you that she would confess to her crush before the end of the year if only you would become her wingwoman.

Shaking her head slightly to push out the possibility, she tried to forget about her ‘delusions’. You didn’t know. There was no way.

Thankfully, you changed the topic to her games tomorrow, saving her from embarrassing herself.

“Will you be at the game tomorrow?” Yunjin asked as she walked you to the hospital after lunch.

“Of course.” You said, gently holding onto her arm to keep yourself from slipping on the icy roads. (Yunjin’s heart still stuttered whenever you did that).

“I never miss a game, remember?”

“Will you-Will you be cheering for me?” Yunjin asked hesitantly.

“Hmm? I always cheer for you girls, pabo.” You laughed, nudging the taller girl.

“No, I mean,” Yunjin looked at your hands clutching tightly on her arm. Deciding to brave herself for the first time today, she asked, “Will you wear my number?”

She watched as your cheeks turn pink at her words.

“I don’t know…you have quite a lot of fangirls already.” You answered, hitting both of you with déjà vu.

“But none of them are you.” The orange-haired girl stopped walking, gently pulling you around to look at her.

To say you were in deep was an understatement. You had fallen hard for the captain, in love even. Her beauty and confidence were what had drawn you to her at first, but after getting to really know her through those texts, you had started to fall in love with her. Her mind, the way she thought, and her endless patience… she was something that was too good to be true.

“What are you trying to say?” You asked, searching her eyes for any hint of hesitation. You found none, only determination and softness in those honey-brown hues.

“I’m saying…” Yunjin paused, composing herself before she stared back into your eyes, “I like you, Y/N, a lot.”

“And it would be nice if I can take you out on a date.” She continued, her eyes gleaming hopefully.

“But only if you want to.” She hastily added.

You laughed at the last sentence. She was always so considerate, worried that she would be doing something without your consent. And that was what you loved about her.

“I would love to.” You said, before standing on your tiptoes to kiss the tip of her frozen nose. Yunjin froze at the feeling of your soft lips on her skin.

“But only if you win the game tomorrow.”

Yunjin let out a sigh of relief before gently wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you closer. All those sleepless nights dreaming of you were worth it.

“Easy.”

As the captain got ready for bed, a familiar buzz came from her phone. It was from you.

I better see your jersey in front of my door tomorrow, Huh Yunjin.

Yunjin let out a scream, scaring Lia, who was already passed out, and causing her to fall off her own bed.

"What the hell?" Lia groaned from the floor, looking up at her roommate.

"She knows it’s me. And she’s okay with it!" Yunjin said, giggling like a schoolgirl and dancing around. "She likes me back!"

Sighing, Lia slowly dragged herself up from the floor and laid horizontally back on her bed, too tired to crawl back under the covers.

"Go to bed, Yunjin."

Giggling to herself, the captain quickly texted you goodnight, receiving another sweet message from you.

As she went to turn off the lights, she looked at her roommate, sleeping with her mouth open and dressed in her greenish-grey fuzzy pajamas.

Lia did indeed look like a sloth. A cute one.

“Why does Yunjin-unnie have a sunburn?” Eunchae whispered, not so quietly.

“That’s not a sunburn, that’s the glow of love, manchae.” Yeji laughed, patting the taller girl’s head affectionately.

“Love? What?” Eunchae furrowed her brows, clearly out of the loop.

"Someone in the stands is rocking her jersey," Chaeryeon added, grinning mischievously, despite Yunjin shooting her a disapproving look as they continued warming up for the game.

“One-third of the crowd is wearing her number,” Eunchae whined, scanning the crowd again for Yunjin’s possible lover.

You waved shyly to the girls (mostly to Yunjin) as you moved to sit on the bleachers with your friends. You had found a box containing Yunjin’s jersey and a light blue bandana, along with a single rose in front of your dorm room when you woke up in the morning.

You had put on the jersey and decided to tie your hair with the silky bandana, and adding a dash of sparkling highlighter. You wanted to look your best for the captain.

Unable to resist herself, Yunjin made her way towards the railings near the bleachers, ignoring the teasing hoots coming from her members. You walked down a few levels to meet her at the other side of the railing.

“Hi,” she said cutely, her eyes sparkling in happiness as she checked you out. You looked so good in her jersey.

“Hi, Yunjinnie.”

“You look good.” She bit her lip and reached over to hold your hands in hers.

“You better win this game, Yunjin. I’m looking forward to our date.”

“Of course. I play better when I’m in a good mood.” Yunjin leaned over and pressed her lips on your forehead.

“And you make me happy.”

“Aw man...” Eunchae said sadly, watching her captain and you cuddling up together. “I wanted to date Y/N-unnie.”

“You’re too young for dating, Hong Eunchae.” The rest of the girls said in unison, before grabbing the maknae away from the scene.

It's a long one!

A bit of fluff for Christmas :)

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Barbie Girl 💄 | Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin Imagine

Takes place before, during, and after the events of Top Gun Maverick

TGM Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Barbie!reader (romantic), dagger squad (platonic)

Content warnings: light profanity, fluff | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 4.3k

Requested 📨 yes/no (for @kayla-swiftly)

Premise: They say the sky is the limit and anything you set you’re mind to will be achieved as long as you’re dedicated to it. For most people that testimony is nothing but a mere fantasy. But for one woman, with too many dreams to count on her fingers, she took that statement to heart. Proving you can be anyone you want to be and maybe even a few others give or take 😉

Note: Anyone else obsessed with Barbie lately?? Omg y’all I saw the movie last week and absolutely fell in love and i had this request from around the time the final trailer dropped and knew it was the perfect time to write this. I know I know I haven’t been living up to my promise of being consistent but man they having me working my ass off at my job. Also I’ve been traveling and I saw Big Time Rush last night (i felt like a teenager again and it was amazing 😭) anyway I hope you enjoyed this and let me know what you think!

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“Hi, Barbie!” The familiar greeting fills Y/n’s ears as it does every morning she arrives at the hangar. With it comes an instant smile, hand raising to wave at the person responsible for it, “Hi, Phoenix!”

“Hey there, Barbie,” winks another friendly face.

“Hiiii, Hangman,” her tone is playful like his, turning energetic for Bob when he goes, “Hiya, Barbie!”

“Hi there, Bob!”

“Hey, Barbie.” “Good morning, Barbie.” “What’s up, Barbie Girl.”

“Hello, Rooster.” “Good morning to you too, Fanboy.” “Nothing much, Pay. And yourself?”

Unlike her fellow pilots, clad in their deep green flight suits, Y/n stood out in the crowd for hers was a little unorthodox when one thinks of a naval fighter pilot's uniform.

It was pink. Completely as in her combat boots were also the bright color and the patchers were white and pink tones rather than red, blues, black and any other color seen in the ones attached to her coworkers arms. ‘Barbie’ in pink cursive writing instead of traditional bold Times New Roman lettering.

And don’t forget the little flower dotting the ‘i’.

Growing up, Y/n took ‘you can be anyone and anything you want to be,’ quite literally. At no point was it a joke to her when she would tell her friends and family, “oh I’m gonna be a fashion designer and Olympic Gold medalist when I’m older,” “I wanna go to space, fly in planes, and see all the wonders of the world,” “I’ll be a doctor, a teacher, and movie star!” They’d smile and laugh, thinking it was adorable for a little girl to dream big. No way would it be possible to achieve all of those careers. Everyone only gets one life to live and time goes so fast one can only set their eyes on one path and hope for the best.

But Y/n was a dreamer. And if you’re going to dream, might as well dream big.

All through middle and high school people took Y/n’s intelligence for granted. Focusing more on her beauty rather than brains, it came as an under shock to everyone when Y/n had the credits to graduate at the ripe age of 15. Exceeding in her standardized test scores with a high school resume taking up three pages with extracurricular and academic achievements, she had colleges from all over the country begging for her to apply.

Stanford. Cornell. Pratt. Juilliard. NYU. John Hopkins. Harvard. UCLA. Duke. Top medical and law schools. Ivy League universities. Performing Arts schools calling for auditions after sending scouts to watch her perform in school plays and dance recitals. Coaches from high ranking NCAA gymnastics teams sending emails after emails.

So many to choose from….And so the story of Y/n L/n becoming a real life Barbie Doll begins.

Setting her eyes in New York, Y/n attended not one but two of the best schools in the country. While obtaining her bachelor’s in both astronautical and aeronautical engineering at NYU Y/n also completed a two year degree in Fashion Business Management at the Fashion Institute of Technology. During this time she continued training for the Olympics in hopes of making the 2008 Beijing team in gymnastics.

“How do you do it?” Her roommate at NYU constantly asked. “You go from here to FIT, working on two degrees that are completely on opposite sides of the spectrum and career paths,” she emphasized with hand expressions, “and still have enough to time to go to the gym to practice, eat three meals a day, have all your assignments done early, and sleep a reasonably about of hours each night.” Letting out an exhale, her roommate looks at Y/n as if she’s an alien from another world, “What’s your secret? Are you some kind of Barbie doll the government created as a test robot?”

Each time Y/n would pause, think for a moment before smiling, “I don’t know if I should find that as an insult or compliment, but I’m gonna chose it as a compliment and say it’s because I want to live a life where I can look back on and go, ‘I took a risk and tried something new even if it didn’t look possible but it was all worth it.’”

By the time Y/n turned 20 she had accumulated a vast list of credentials to her name. The list included getting her fashion business degree at 17, Bachelors in astronautical/aeronautical engineering at 19–receiving her Master’s for it at 20–An Olympic Gold and Silver medalist, dancing with the Radio City Rockettes, performing with the NYC Ballet Company in their rendition of Swan Lake, landing a role on Broadway, walking a runway at NY fashion week, and appearing on episodes of SVU, 30 Rock, All My Children, Sex and the City, and Ugly Betty.

So yeah, New York was a success in experiences for Y/n.

Following the high note, she packed her bags to leave the golden apple for the flashing lights of Hollywood, California. This time Y/n was working on her doctorates at USC, running her own business with her fashion degree called ‘Dream Closet’, and auditioning for film and tv shows.

Hollywood was a dream come true just like New York. Again she attended two different schools, this time flight school and USC. During the day she was occupied running from class to the hangar and then the observatory. Coaching dance and gymnastics on the side, designing clothes for her online shop which developed into a pop-up chain store in malls across America.

It wasn’t long until Y/n’s name grew into nationwide popularity. People started realizing the Y/n L/n who won the Gold and Silver medals in the 2008 Olympics was the same one responsible for the most recent fashion trends and guest starring on their favorite tv shows. What really set it in stone was when Y/n landed the role of an engineer officer in the 2009 reboot of Star Trek, going on to appear in both the 2013 and 2016 sequels.

Impressive was the only word her costars could use to describe her. What else was there?

Anytime there was a question involving, “who’s most likely to become president?” “Who’s most likely to try something new or create a new hobby?” “Who’s most likely to win a Nobel Prize?” Along those lines…the answer was obvious.

“Oh Y/n,” Zoe Saldana waves her hand, “Always.”

“Yeah,” Chris Pine agrees with a laugh, “That woman, I-I don’t know how one has the energy to do all that she does—a-and still want to do more.”

The Interviewer laughs with them, “didn’t she just race in the Daytona 500 last year?”

“Yes!! And she did a song with Lady Gaga when they were on American Horror Story,” Zoe’s tone is in absolute awe, “All while teaching at USC and creating new technology at NASA.” Chris lifts a finger.

“Don’t forget she had her own Mac Viva Glam line a couple years ago.” Zoe made a sound along the lines of ‘see what I mean,’.

“I’m telling you, she’s gonna be a name in the history books.”

What all has Y/n accomplished career wise? Let’s take a look.

Model, dancer, actor, singer, fashion designer, entrepreneur, athlete, engineer, race car driver, and professor.

And now she can add pilot to the list. Although she got her license to fly way back in 2009, Y/n didn’t put it to use full time until 2016, wanting to wait until after the release of Star Trek: Beyond to say goodbye to Hollywood for the time being and set forth on her next adventure.

Boy did it come as a surprise what she had planned.

The Manila folder containing her resume hit the desk of the Admiral, his eyes wide as saucers. “You wanna join the Navy?” Reading the front page for a fifth time, Cyclone glanced back at the woman in front of him. Doctor Y/n L/n. Or is it professor L/n? “And you wanna be one of my pilots?”

“Yes, Sir.”

”Ma’am, I apologize if this comes off as offending,” he really didn’t know any other way to put it. “But you are more qualified than any person on this base. Doctorates in aeronautical and astronautical engineering from the University of Southern California,” he counts off on his fingers, “you recently developed a groundbreaking advancement in space technology that’s going to help our astronauts—on the road to becoming a Nobel Prize nominee.” He raises his eyebrows, “And this is only what relates to this career field. I’m not even mentioning your acting, athletic, and fashion credentials. Why join the Navy?”

Y/n only offers a shrug, “I think the better question is, why not?” Cyclone lets out a sigh.

“What did you say your callsign was again?”

“Barbie.”

There was no stopping the small smile trying to break free, “I should’ve guessed.”

After completing OTS there was much debate on what Y/n’s rank would be coming into the Navy. Civilian lawyers and physicians often are Lieutenants (O-3) right away, but considering Y/n had two doctorate degrees and her pilot license they felt it was only fair for her to come in as Commander (O-5). From there Y/n was sent to North Island to attend Fighter Weapons School.

Better known to its flyers as Top Gun.

Y/n was used to the looks she received on a daily basis. From head to toe she was covered in variations of pink depending on what she was feeling. When teaching her briefcase and pantsuit were baby pink, in the labs her coat was hot pink, at auditions she wore pink leather jackets. Even her race car for the Daytona was pink.

Shoutout to Mac cosmetics for the sponsorship.

So it’s no surprise her flight suit would be the color she was known for—despite it being out of regulations.

Being more qualified than your superiors had its perks.

If she could have a pink F-18 she would but unfortunately that wasn’t possible. That was okay for Y/n. After all, she managed to get her own custom flight suit. One which had everyone having to do double takes whenever she walked into a room.

“Is she wearing…?”

“How the hell did they allow that?”

“Does that mean I can have mine in purple?”

Her first day at Top Gun Y/n met Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace. They were paired as roommates in the dorms and quickly became good friends. Phoenix was beyond amazed with Y/n’s accomplishments and experiences. Every conversation led to a new discovery. “Do you ever burn out?” Nat stag criss crossed on Y/n’s satin pink bed sheets, admiring her wall of photos from when she traveled to see all the wonders of both the ancient and modern world. “I feel I’d be a walking corpse from exhaustion. And you mentioned you’re still running and designing clothes for ‘Dream Closet’?”

Y/n removed her diamond studs, placing them on her desk she was using as a vanity. “I have a team dealing with the business side of things for the brand. I’m still CEO and creative director—usually I work on designs for a couple hours before bed to prepare for the next launch.”

Nat was in awe, “I have to ask….what’s been the best career you’ve done so far?” A common question Y/n heard, there was never a true answer. She loved every career. They all had their perks and their flaws, but at the end of the day it left her satisfied she achieved them.

“I don’t know yet,” she spoke truthfully, “I still have a few to check off on my list. When that happens I’ll let you know.”

Fast forwarding to 2019, Y/n answered the phone to Admiral Simpson’s voice with the news she needed to report back to North Island for a highly confidential mission. The details were unknown, but Y/n packed her bags, loaded her pink vintage corvette convertible and high tailed it to sunny San Diego.

The squeals initiated by Y/n and Nat the moment she stepped foot in the Hard Deck had heads whipping in their direction. “Hi, Barbie!” Nat’s arms opened for a hug.

“Hi, Phoenix!” Y/n accepted the embrace, still grinning ear to ear. The guys around them were looking at each other like, ‘what the…?’ Y/n wasn’t in her standard Khakis like they were—minus Rooster. She bore a pink denim number with matching boots with her hair curled and pink eyeliner surrounded by tiny rhinestones.

“You got selected too?” Nat complimented her outfit before cutting straight to the point.

“For the special detachment? Looks like it,” she winked.

“What happened to the Artemis program? Weren’t you up as a candidate?”

“Oh I still am,” Y/n affirmed proudly, “They’ll be announcing who’s to be selected in the coming months. So for now I’m still with the Bounty Hunters. Plus,” she leans in to whisper, “this will look good on my resume.” The two giggle before Y/n drifts her gaze to the boggling gazes in front of her. “Oh! I’m sorry for being so rude. I’m Y/n L/n,” extending her hand to the first person who’s name tag read Fitch, Y/n added, “But you can call me Barbie.”

“Barbie,” the blonde holding a pool cue repeated like a question, “like the toy Barbie?” Nat chuckled, throwing an arm around her friend after she was done shaking everyone’s hand as they introduced themselves.

“Fellas, if there is anyone who is a life sized version of Barbie, it’s this one right here.”

“Now, Phee…” Y/n’s tone was that of, ‘Don’t start.’

“It’s true,” the pilot defended. “Not only is she Commander Y/n ‘Barbie’ L/n,” jaws drop, “but she’s Professor and Doctor L/n.” The jaws hit the floor, “On top of founder, creative director and CEO of ‘Dream’s Closet,’” Javy makes a sound, familiar with the brand, “Emmy nominated actress,” Fanboy chokes on his water, “Olympic Gold Medalist and soon to be astronaut for the Artemis program.” By now all the guys are on the verge of losing their minds.

Bob rapidly blinks, “uh—.”

“Now I’m not an astronaut yet,” Y/n points out, “I’m a candidate for one.” Nat scoffs lightly.

“They’d be stupid not to pick you, Barb,” she then slaps her side, turning back to the guys, “Oh and how could I forget Broadway, Vogue, and the Daytona 500.”

“Daytona 500!?” Payback practically screeches.

“You were on Broadway?”

“—featured on Vogue—?!”

“Wait a minute I recognize you from Star Trek!”

“—How in the hell—.”

“Guys, guys!” Y/n laughs with her hands slightly raised, “Please, one at a time.” They were in for a long night of questions and story times. And just like Nat was years prior when she first roomed with Y/n at Top Gun, the officers were in complete amazement over the woman in front of them. Never had they met anyone like her.

“Wow,” Jake whistled once she finished bringing them up to date on her most recent careers. “You really are a real-life Barbie.”

“Shhhh,” a finger went to her lips, followed by a wink, “don’t tell Mattel.”

And thus the dagger squad was formed. Two and half weeks of hell bearing training preceding a face-with-death mission brings people closer. Every morning Y/n arrived at the hangar to a chorus of “Hi, Barbie.”

She waved at Reuben, “Hi Payback.”

“Hey there, Barbie Girl,” Javy threw her a peace sign.

“Hiya, Coyote!”

“Good morning, Barbie,” Rooster tipped his hat.

“Mornin’, Rooster.”

“Hi, Barbie!” “Hi, Barbie!” Her favorite duo harmonized.

“Hi, Bob! Hi, Phee!”

And for some closer than others….

“You know I was thinking,” Jake commented, taking Y/n’s hand before leading her to the pottery class he signed them up for. Every Friday night was reserved for date night. Dinner and a movie. Walk on the beach. Spending $20 worth of quarters at an arcade. Attending a comedy show. Paint and sip. Following the successful mission, Jake and Y/n hit it off and began seeing each other.

“Famous last words.”

“It’s not bad,” a chuckle left his lips, stopping at the door. “I just thought it was funny. You know how you’re basically Barbie?” His cheeky smile resulted in her mirroring it.

“Yessss.”

“This means I’m pretty much your Ken, right?” The question makes the woman visible ‘awe’. Jake ruffles a hand through his hair and gives his best blue steel, “we kinda look alike. Don’t you think?”

Laughing, Y/n kisses his cheek, “I mean…name a more iconic duo than Barbie and Ken.”

“Barbie and Hangman?”

“Exactly.” It was safe to assume what their Halloween costumes were going to be.

Time went on, missions were run. And after a year of anticipation—though it felt like forever, it was finally announced in 2020 Y/n would be one of the astronauts selected to be part of NASA’s Artemis program launching in 2024.

Making Y/n the first woman to go to the moon.

The call came in from a restricted number when they were in a meeting, and knowing she was to expect a call within the month everyone quickly shut up so the pilot could answer.

She excused herself to leave the room, staying in front of the window so the team could see her. Throughout the conversation Y/n’s expression remained neutral to the point none had a clue whether the news was good or bad. Only when she reentered the room did they get the answer.

“I’m going to the moon!!!”

“Ahhh!!!!” The team exploded in an array of cheers, Y/n jumping up and down, careful not to drop her phone that was in her hands when Jake lifted her in his arms.

“I’m so fucking proud of you!” Despite being unauthorized to show pda in uniform, Jake gave her a big kiss on the lips, not caring who saw. “You are the most exceptional human being on this planet.”

“Jake,” tears welled in her eyes, which he kissed away. Her heart filled with warmth and gratitude. Feeling on top of the world with her closest friends supporting her.

Once all calmed down and they finished the meeting, Mickey jumped from his seat, “Come on Barbie, let’s go party!” Everyone sped to the Hard Deck to celebrate the news. Mav bought the first round, followed by Payback.

“Guys you don’t have to do all that,” Y/n said once she realized they all agreed to buy her drinks for the night.

“We want to,” Nat tapped her beer with Y/n’s cocktail glass, the guys voicing agreements. “For years you’ve been dreaming about this and it’s finally happening. Your hard work is paying off and we want to celebrate—show you we love and appreciate you, Barbie.”

Y/n fought back tears, never afraid to show her emotions. Some may find it childish or thinned skin, but to Y/n that was what being human was all about. “I love you guys.”

“We love you!” The voices echoed together.

The night had been going well with the squad hanging out by the pool tables like they usually did when Y/n approached the bar to pick up the next round Mickey was paying for. Not paying attention to those beside her, she smiled at Penny and repeated the order before waiting patiently.

But what’s a night at a bar without someone who lacks boundaries.

“You must be the one they call Barbie,” a voice says, flirtation seeping through the words. Glancing to her right, Y/n recognizes a gentleman from the flight line whose name she could not recall. “You’re quite the talk around base. In fact, weren’t you in some Hollywood blockbuster?”

“Yes,” she politely responds, keeping the answer short. Though she was known to be a sweetheart and kindhearted to anyone she met, Y/n could tell where the interaction was heading toward and did not feel comfortable entertaining it any further. “A long time ago.”

“I’m Lieutenant Paul Billings,” he extended his hand, and she immediately clocked he was trying to show off his rank. ‘Boy he’s in for a treat.’

Not wanting to make a scene, she accepts the handshake. “Commander Y/n L/n,” there was emphasis on the Commander, displaying the woman was of higher rank and therefore a silent warning to Billings to not cross a line.

There was a flash of surprise on his face. Y/n held back an amused laugh, ‘guess you didn’t hear everything.’

“Something the matter, Lieutenant?”

“No,” he brushes it off, “Nothing. Say,” he nods to the bar, “can I buy you a drink.” Did he not just hear her order a round for the people she came with?

“That’s kind of you,” she starts just as Penny arrives with a try full of cold beers and her usual cocktail. “But I’m all set, thank you.” Hands moving to take the tray, she jumps slightly at the feeling of his own coming to her wrist.

“What about lunch this week?”

“I’m sorry but I am spoken for, Lieutenant,” removing his hold, Y/n takes a step away.

Now Paul had lost his reasonable composure. Scoffing, he says, “What? Am I not enough for you?” The question results in her raising a brow.

“I beg your pardon?”

He makes a face, “You think because you’ve done all these careers and occupations that you’re better than the average person? I’m not a pilot and an actor or researching the cure for cancer while creating a documentary series,” venom seeps through his tone, obviously depicting his jealousy, “Basic is not up to your standards, so you have to throw our failures in our face as if we don’t already know.”

By now a crowd has formed. Jake started moving the second he noticed Billings etching too close to his girl, followed by Nat and the others who were ready to back him up. Behind the bar, Penny was fixing to ring the bell until being stopped by Y/n’s wave of the hand.

“Are you done?”

Paul’s expression was that of, “what?” No audible response was voiced therefore Y/n continued.

“Okay, I’m gonna go ahead and say this, Paul,” Y/n drops her shoulder. The change in body language let Jake and her friends know she wasn’t taking anything that the man said personally. “I know I should be offended by your insults and insinuations, but the truth is I’m not.” A small smile forms on her lips, “I don’t view myself higher than anyone because of what I accomplished. The only person I do that to, is myself—because I don’t have to prove to no one but me that I am capable of achieving what I set my mind to. And yeah,” a light chuckle escapes, “I’ve set my mind to a lot of things—way more than the average person. But that doesn’t mean you or anyone else can’t do the same.”

Pausing Y/n takes a breath before exhaling, “You look at me, and hate the way it makes you view yourself. Makes you believe you’re a failure because you didn’t follow the path you hoped to make for yourself.” Paul’s expression shifts to one of solemnity, like he was thinking of his younger self who had dreams and aspirations. Mourning what could have been.

It made Y/n sad for him. Empathetic despite him attacking her. “One thing I’ve learned over the years…is time is what you make of it. Life is about taking risks. You can still set out to do whatever it is you wish, as long as you’re committing to taking the risk no matter how scary it is. Sure you’ll find obstacles and it’ll feel like the whole world is against you. But determination will guide you through the walls, and you will be successful so that you can look back and think, ‘it was worth it.’ As cliche as it sounds,” she couldn’t hold back a laugh, “Barbie isn’t a person or an object you can obtain. Barbie is a mindset. And you have to unlock it in your own way, Paul.”

It was so quiet in the building, a pin could drop and everyone would hear it. Their looks of awe, admiration, and even newfound motivation by Y/n’s speech. Impressed by how classy she handled what very well could have been a scream match between rival squadrons.

Behind Billings the Dagger squad stood with proud smirks at their friend. Especially Jake, who caught Y/n’s eyes and threw her a wink. Nat gave the woman a salute, a silent gesture to say, ‘you inspire me everyday.’

And Billings? Well he was at a loss for words.

Patting his shoulder, Y/n grabbed the tray of drinks, “I wish you luck, Paul.” Thanking Penny, who gave her a proud nod and replied, “this ones on the house,” Y/n returned to her friends where she was met with a sweet kiss from Jake, claps on the back and “You go girl!” “Tell them who’s boss.” “Damn, you made me wanna go out there and live life the way I should.”

“What’s stopping you, Javy?” she handed him a beer, “the world is your playground.”

A couple hours later it was time to call it a night. Hugs went around, promises to meet up the following night and tabs were closed.

On their way out, Jake dropped a kiss to Y/n forehead, pulling her close to him as he led her to the door of the parking lot, “So what’s next for you, doll? You’ve proved you can be anything and anyone you chose to be,” he grins at her, “What will you set your mind to now after space?”

“First, I want to write a book—I think that’s something a lot have been waiting for me to do. Afterwards, well, I’ll have to wait a couple more years, but,” The corner of Y/n’s lips lift up before flashing a dazzling smile, “I’m thinking….the Oval Office is in need of a makeover. Don’t you think?”

Then, before he could answer, Y/n turns her head in the opposite direction as if she’s trying to find a hidden camera. Makes eye contact with you, the reader, winking before turning back to Jake where she sets off on her next adventure.

…………….

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𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃: Yes || No

Pairings: Tails x Reader

They/them // She/her // He/him // Other

Summery; Our little friend here is struggling a bit with his hormones in that time of the month~

Warnings: smut, suggestive themes

Word Count: 3969

A/N: IT’S A SMUT ONE-SHOT SO BEWARE! This is written both by @kaylas-world-0 and @ctheathy

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He suddenly grabs a hold of your arm and drags you out of the room. You were surprised by his behavior, normally he would do that when he was really excited to show you something new he made, but he looked a bit… off. "Hey, what’s up? Did you find something interesting or something?" He didn’t face you, instead continuing to lead you in the house, quickly huffing out an answer, he seemed exhausted in some kind of way, "You'll see…"

The moment you two entered his room he dropped his act leaving you in complete shock. He grabbed both of your hands, "Pleaseeeee, I-I need this so much. It hurts!" he whimpers, his eyes wells up with tears. "I need you…" he literally begged.

You pause to acknowledge all this, your shock leaving you as your eyes darkening, staring down at him with some kind of power carrying them, “Hm, that's cute... But how far could you actually take it?” You blinked, looking him in the eye. Dead serious. Sorry Miles, but you can’t expect me to go down with you when you drag me in your room out of nowhere and beg to be played with.

He whines and wails for you, "Oh, please, pleaseee. I'm sorry! I know this is wrong! But it's too much, I-I can’t handle it, I-I can't take it... I need you so much... please" he dropped down on his knees, a few tears landed on his carpet damping it, he clenched his fists. "I love you... please…" his voice cracked.

"The pills don't work anymore... or- or... a-anything else... It's too much... I need your help... Please, please help me..." He begged, his eyes burning into your feet. You looked expressionless for a little while, seeming to think about a decision.

You bend down to make yourself at eye-level with him. You gripped his chin forcing him to look you in the eyes, his bangs covering some of his face as his cheeks damp from his tears. You blew his face a bit shooing his bangs out of his eyes as he blinked in surprise and embarrassment. You slowly leaned in, his eyes widened with how close you two’s faces were, and exhaled in his ear as he shivered with the warmth coming from your lips, “You’re not playing fair, you’re eating my heart out~!” You chuchkled, seemingly having a debate up your mind. “Okay, puppy...” A glint of sadism was visible on your expression, making him twitch slightly at just the thought, but he was desperate. Deciding upon listening to what else you might have had to say, he was open to doing quite literally anything at this point, he wasn't sure what to think when the next words had left your mouth “...earn it.” You grabbed his arm and forced him up to his feet causing him to grunt in surprise and stumble back a few steps.

"I..." he stuttered, his mind racing with possible scenarios. He swallowed harshly, his body shaking, "How— What do you want me to do? I-I can do anything for you…" He sounded genuine. Your eyes softened slightly. “hm... Tempting” You spat with a hint of sarcasm, but you walked closer to him nonetheless, causing him to take a few steps back. Not even seconds after he was practically cornered into a wall. You caressed his cheek with your knuckles as he shivered at such a simple touch. Your eyes observing his features while he felt even more small under your gaze. You slowly decided upon the little choice he’d given you. “Anything you say?” You tilted your head slightly with a raised eyebrow, your eyes searching for something in his sky blue eyes, and as he connected them with yours, your lips curved slightly causing him to swallow with a cherry blush. Although it seemed innocent at first; he flinched as his brain processed the sense of act on his lower half body, your knee... pressing in slightly on his current most sensitive of areas with zero remorse. Tails swallows a moan, in instinct he wanted to glance down; he couldn't do so as you reached for his chin and forced him to continue facing you. He shivers with the feeling as he presses himself even further on the wall, feeling humiliated, but he guessed he already humiliated himself in front of you enough when he begged on his knees for a one night stand. But right now? He didn’t even think twice about it, forgetting the act. He rapidly nodded, recalling what you said, finally letting his answer out, desperation filling his mind. “Yes! Yes, anything!! I can do anything you want!” His blabbering makes his voice crack. You hum softly, narrowing your eyes as a small smile occurs on your face. “Then I shall give you a choice,” His shaking form stilled a bit with your words, a little bit of hope for release lingering in the back of his mind.

“Do say... What would you do if I was underneath you right now?” The fox perked up at this in surprise, it’s not having been the question he expected. But then again, he didn't hold much power in this position. “Leave out. no. single. detail. unless of course... You wanna deal with this on your own...~?” Your smile twisted into a sick and wider smirk in no time, a finger pressing over his chest slowly sliding down to his burning area, hearing his breath hitching when your finger nearly pressed over it, knowing he'd have no possible way of rejecting this offer. Tails stood speechless. He never felt so… this excited his entire life. His cheeks were burning. He tried to gain his breathing back, "What would I... if you were...." he twitched with all the sudden fantasies going through his mind. He finally pushed all his shyness back. He wanted you so much, if you actually want him to spill it out then he might as well should at this point… and if you’re actually gonna help him afterwards… He couldn’t even think straight at this point that’s no doubt. He bit his bottom lip, nibbling on it anxiously, he gently grabbed your hand. His breath shuddered as he led it towards his heart. "So. many. things.... I would do anything so you could enjoy..." He slowly led your hand towards his bottom half, with a desperate and deeper voice he added, "But to be more specific…” He licked his dry lips, “…I would…fuck.your.brains.out. Is this enough information for you, dear?" His voice lowered in a seductive tone. Your eyes widened with his bold move, not having expected the sudden change of demeanor. Huh... Guess the events were really affecting him deeply, even personality wise speaking. You let out a small breath you didn’t know were holding, and quickly went back to your teasing nature, not wanting to be pushed back by one single comment he made. You grabbed him by the arm with your free hand, currently still thinking of the best response for your take. But your mind had decided upon taking a cocky turn once again, and you spoke as your intentions spoke for yourself “Then why don't you-” The other hand of yours whom he had been holding on, slid towards his now hardened area. “DO SO?” You gave it a harsh squeeze, almost as if your hand was currently holding a stress toy, pushing the fox even further in edge, but before he even got the time to react, you swooped him over from his feet, causing him to yelp loudly in surprise as you were now the one keeping him balanced, lifting him from his thighs as his claws instinctively went to your shoulders, letting out a whimpered as the pressure of his sweet spot has worsened after the sudden movement with you shoving him to the wall and pressing your body on him, causing him to squint in his obvious pleasure and support his head on your chest. “...Just remember who's in charge, dear.” You mocked him. Tails gasped tightly holding on to you, pleasure running down on his spine like electricity. He couldn't hold back the soft moans slipping from his lips. "Ah! Nnh no, I won't." He gasped, letting it out for an answer, his mind hazy.

He suddenly wanted to be more close to you then ever, and with the heat of the moment he grabbed your head and cling to your lips like his life was depending on it, with a passionate kiss. His moans muffling. You were surprise but didn't pushed him away, for this once you let him have what he wanted.

After a while his lungs burned with the need of air, even though he didn’t want to leave from the one stealing his breath away he couldn’t help when his instincts acted once again screaming for him to breath. He panthed loudly as he mustered up a few words, "You're... so... gorgeous." His eyes fluttered close again as his lips find yours once more. This time more gently. His hands traveling on your body, curiously feeling your curves. He left small kisses all around your face as he begged in a whisper, "Please let me..." You gently pushed him away before he can lower his soft lips over your neck. You pressed a finger on his lips, which were currently filled with desperate need and desire, shushing him before he could ask something. You kept your eyes contact, his being barely even visible lost in the moment, unlike his hips. His feet wrapped around your torso, curving a bit trying to create some kind of friction in hopes for the slightest bit of satisfaction you've been stalling him from far so long now, his back arching along with them, he whimpered out yet another “...please”, tears prickling in the corners of his eyes. Hitting yet another sensitive spot with his shaking knees, his grinding doesn’t work much making him even more frustrated and upset. He huffed out with eyes tightly shutting closed once again, trying his hardest to prevent his moans from coming out, as he struggled in your hold. “You’re being quite needy, Miles.” You whispered into his ear after observing him for a while, making it twitch at the sound as it flattened onto his head, your teasing still not having stopped. But he was caught off guard when you let go of your grip on his legs, which was originally keeping him in balance, causing him to yelp loudly while he falled on his butt with a groan.

You gripped his arm once again, helping him up to his weak legs, not even before he was able to recover from his fall or giving him a chance to stay on his legs, you carelessly threw him onto the edge of the bed. He let out a gasp at the sudden gesture. He glanced up at you, face reddening with how harsh you have been, he felt a shiver of excitement running through his body when you slowly loomed over to him. He melted under your prying gaze. He flinched as both of your hands pressed down on the sheet around him, both hands beside his shoulders, who had almost seemed to shiver at the sight.

Your left hand met his private area once again causing him to gasp, rubbing onto the place as he almost immediately started thrusting and turning his hips at the touch, his melodic whines coming through. “ngh y-y/n--!” he bit his lip, hard, trying his best to keep most noises as muffled as possible. He pushed his head back into the mattress with a long sigh, feeling himself coming closer to his much deserved climax as you continued to pump him up.

The speed of his breathing was starting to increase just as your strokes had been by now, a few choked whines managing to leave his throat as he desperately gripped at the sheets in response. But all has gone away as you removed your hand from him, causing him to let out a cry in process and look up to you with teary eyes, it hurted even more when he felt he lost that tight feeling forming inside his guts. “You need to earn your place, puppy~” He whined with that. He was so close to achieving his much climax!! “Agh! Please don't tease... I was so close!" he coughed out, desperately begging in tears. “Please...“ a frustrated growl emitting from his chest. He tried to reach his shaking hand towards you. He whispered, “It hurts...” You squint your eyes at him, giving him an expressionless look for a little while. You grabbed his hand reaching out to you and pushed it into the mattress beneath him, causing him to let out a whimper at the strength. “Aww, You're trying to make me feel bad~! But if it's really hurt... and if you learned your place...” Your left hand met his sensitive spot once again, but this time you weren't going to be easy on him, oh no, no, no. Last time was a mere test. “Just don't say I didn't warn you.” You started jacking him off at an immense speed, his moans choking out almost immediately as his pleasure level went off the charts, already forgetting about the embarrassing noises he is letting on. He couldn't even go out of his way to try and muffle his noises of pleasure any longer, the feeling being too much for him to fight back against. His legs twitching, feet curving with pleasure as he arched on his back with a loud moan, his tails were entangling themselves with one another, your act only seeming to grow faster as time went on. He let out yet another long moan, it almost seemed involuntarily at this point, he couldn’t even get the right amount of air to his lungs from his excessive moaning. His legs were twitching with your merciless touching and it was certainly detectable, his whines only growing louder with your attempts to free him from his dreadful fate. But even he should have known that there was something to be awaiting for him after his release had been finished off, yet this didn't stop his appreciation from coming out. He screamed your name loudly as he came undone. He panthed loudly as he laid limply for a few seconds with a satisfied sigh, trying to came down from his high, “Oh… ah, thank you...thank you… I-!...” Looking up at you with half closed eyes, he was about to turn himself to sit up with a heavhy sigh. But he was caught off guard when you immediately pressed him back into the covers causing him to yelp in surprise, letting out a gasp as he looked at you with wide eyes. He had felt satisfied, but little had he known, you were far from done with him. He swallowed harshly gripping the sheets, his breathing speeds up once again, he couldn't help the excitement building up inside of him. He actually pried for you to continue but he knew he wouldn’t come out alive with what he is gonna face. He nervously stuttered out with a small smile, "Uh... thank you for— for helping me... you-you can let go now..." his voice cracked. He shivered under your gaze. He found a little hope growing inside of him that you would keep this up but he also feared what had to come. Feeling needy once again, he already could feel himself getting hard. The look you gave him was enough for him to get up and running and he wanted to groan loudly because of this. Mind still clouded by the aftermath of the climax.

You huffed, blowing some of your hair strands out of your face as your eyes stayed locked into half open gaze, his form shivering under your stare at its finest. You pinned him onto the sheets with both hands now, pressing on his chest as you slightly gripped his fur, stealing his breath away, giving him a small little reminder from previous events. “You still have to repay the price, no~?” He was shocked. You still want to continue? He swallowed and seemingly had tried calling out to you, but was shut up real quick when his pelvis had hit yet another sensitive spot, causing him to slip out a loud moan but this wasn't like your hands at all, this feeling is very natural and... pleasant to him. He gripped your shoulders rather tightly after the sudden sensation that his area wasn't exactly alone, your hips being tightly pressed against his causing him to lose his breath, but your hypnotizing expression having prevented this realization from even setting in. He moaned out your name almost immediately, clinging onto the fabric of your clothing as he could feel something familiar swelling up in his stomach. And he was much more sensitive then before thanks to his after glow. “AHHH Y-Y/N...GHN~” You shushed him once more, feeling the sudden feeling of pleasure all the same way, but not wanting to give him what he wanted just yet. Instead, giving him the exact same prying eyes and closed lips you've been giving the entire time, staying as still as a rock. Tails tried his best to cease his urges, not wanting to disappoint you, but couldn't help from bucking up his hips, becoming as desperate as he had before. Trying to at least receive a small bit of friction. His arms and legs wrapping themselves around you in desperation trying to pull you in with a frustrated whimper. You only moved ever so slightly, making him let out yet another whiny groan and a sob. You let out a slight chuckle as his sad attempts to push himself further, but you sure as hell didn't let him. “...are you bothered~?” Your teasing voice swirled inside of his head just like his once again desperate sensation for release. His claws probably have ripped open the shoulder part of your clothing by now, but you didn't budge, even if it was the last thing you'd do. It's time you know your place. His new tears dampened his cute face once again. He choked out desperately, “I learned my lesson! I swear! please! Please- Please, don’t just… Don’t Stop!!” But you continue standing still.

After a while Tails was a mess, crying, sobbing and yelling for you to just do something. He didn't expect this, he can't think of anything but you, you and you. He moaned and begged for you, "N-no, no-no, D-don't stop like that—!" His half lidded eyes pleading for you. He tried to move, thrust, grind, anything to feel something. His movements were quickly shut down by your knee pressing on him, keeping the boy in place, causing him to cry out.

Your hips lowered further onto his once again hard area, making him let out a sob for more as it had been getting more and more surrounded by your warm insides, but just weren't pushed far enough for him to finish off. He arched his back with a whine, accidently clawing and ripping your shirt in the process, dragging your name all the way down. Even though it wasn't enough it was something, he sobbed with delight. “S-so tight- so tight, and warm, nnng ah~” His breathing was starting to grow unsteady not long after this, muttering out your name through long moans as he tightly kept his grip onto your clothing, it’s feeling as if it was the only physical support for him at this very moment. “A-ah– ah- Y-y/n... please—” he panted, his face starting to burn up even further as the heat was even noticeable from your distance.

You felt an achievement... With just how much your touch affected him, how weak it made him seem in comparison to his regular self. You leaned in on him and let out a breathy giggle right next to his ear, causing him to shiver as you bit the tip of his ear, as you dragged your tongue around it. “This time... I’ll make the rules” You whispered, causing his eyes to open wide as you thrusted down him, causing him to let out a shriek as he threw his head back. He's experienced high pleasure levels through you before, but it had been nothing in comparison to this. And though he didn't have much to say in his position, he hadn't expected you to go out of your way to literally ride him, much less believing himself to have the strength in order to actually process all of it. His chest got forced back into the sheets as he let out melodic moan after moan, it being irresistible up until this point. He didn't know what else to do other than letting his body instinctively respond to the massive amounts of sudden pleasure, not even being able to quiet down his noises any longer as you yet continued mercilessly going up and down on the fox. It had been no surprise that he had come undone time after time with how much you were rubbing your intentions off on him, his moans were growing louder after each second and you were positive he had woken up the entire neighborhood by now with just the amount of noise that managed to come out of his lips, his fingers digging into your sides without noticing the longer you went on.

It was no surprise he was starting to grow overstimulated not long after you just kept going, you rarely even seemed to get bothered by his release continuously being squirted into your body, painting your insides, your expressions making an effort to keep itself as neutral as humanly possible and the act almost seeming ineffective to you, but all that had really kept you from giving in was the scenery underneath you. He.was.a.mess. Sweat stains were visible on his forehead and his fur has become damp over time, he seemingly tried his best to keep the saliva from leaking from the corners of his mouth, but had noticeably been failing severely in the matter, his mouth wide open to scream to moan but nothing coming out, only silent screams, and he was crying. He throws his logic out of the window a long time ago, only his senses being with him. And they were going INSANE under you. Tails has lost count of the amount of times he's come undone by now, nevertheless still couldn't help but continuously beg for more no matter how painful it had become for him over time, even though he couldn’t form any words at the moment, his desperation only going further as he felt himself being pumped dry for you. You bit your tongue as his whines had become more severe and high pitched once again, it seemed to be a rhythm, a hint of him being close. He was unable to inform you of course but you didn’t need him to. You leaned in for one last time as your form was feelable around his oh-so sensitive spot, pushing him even farther into his overstimulation as he let out another long cry of defeat, his tears leaking down his face with the feeling of his areas burning up yet again, for God knows which time amount this had been. His head is thrown back as his neck is exposing under you which has visible bite marks on it, a little gift from you to him. You pressed your arms on his chest causing him to press on the matters and glance at you, losing his breath from his lungs and coughed. He pleaded with his eyes to let this be his final release this time. But you didn’t. He felt his body on fire, almost choking on his unstable breaths as he let out whimper in response to your closureness. Guess this was his punishment. He tightly shut his eyes as you couldn't keep your own off him. Letting out one singular chuckle and your smile rising as excitement was visible in your tone.

“Puppy... you know you're going to be in for a long night, yes?”

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic characters #allenwrites #sonic #tails #sonic and tails #sonic x reader #tails x reader #smut #lemon #sonic the hedgehog x reader #miles tails prower x reader

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haknom · 7 months

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Hi Kayla!

Can i please request a hurt comfort one shot where best friend!reader (idk if you do male reader probably not so is gn okay?) has a fight w their parents and they run away a crying mess and they go to hybe building and the receptionist calls sunghoon’s manager to tell them that yn is there although sunghoon is in dance practice when his manager tells him yn is crying and very much not okay he still sprints down to comfort yn and they realise they have feelings for each other…i hope this is okay<3

And i hope youre doing okay<33

LABYRINTH — PARK SUNGHOON

SYNOPSIS: disrupting sunghoon’s dance practice with tears streaming from your eyes was not what you expected to be your last moment as just ‘best friends’.

PAIRING: idol!sunghoon x gn!reader

WARNINGS: fluff, angst, crack, crying, they kiss (i know…), mentions of a heart condition, lmk if i missed anything!

NOTE: hi anon!! ty for the request i actually managed to finish it this time 🙏🙏 pls enjoy and i hope it suits your expectations 🤍 || short playlist of tswift songs that made this oneshot happen: here!

WORDCOUNT: 1239 words

In all honesty, you had no clue where you were going. Your vision was blurry due to the stream of tears that piled along your lashline, and the dark sky was not helping one bit.

The only memory that played constantly in your mind was from a few moments ago: you rushing out of your house as tears threatened to fall from your eyes and your angered parents behind you.

Your shaky hands wiped away the nonstop flowing tears as sobs escaped your lips. You didn’t know what to do, where to go, or who to talk to, yet you still ended up in front of the steps of HYBE.

Many staff members knew about your relationship with one of their idols, Park Sunghoon. It was obvious how close you two were; he never stopped talking about you.

“Oh, (Name),” the receptionist said, brows furrowing at the sight. “Are you okay?” She asked, but you remained silent. Even if you tried responding, your voice would give out almost immediately.

Your lips trembled as she quickly tapped away on her phone. It began ringing as she waited for an answer.

“Your phone’s ringing!” Heeseung exclaimed while grabbing their manager’s phone in the dance room. “Oh, thank you.” He smiled and took it from Heeseung’s hold. He picked up the phone, placing it at his ear.

“Hello?” He said while Heeseung walked back towards his groupmates. “Sunghoon? Ah, okay…” He mumbled, worried. He walked over to the group of boys, calling for Sunghoon individually.

“Hoon, apparently (Name) is downstairs.” He said, a smile making its way onto Sunghoon’s face. "But they’re crying.” The smile on Sunghoon’s face vanished in haste as nervousness filled his system.

Immediately, he ran out of the practice room, rushing towards the elevators. Hearing the words ‘they’re crying’ was enough to make him worry.

What were you crying about? Hell, who made you cry?

He pressed the button, cursing under his breath as he waited for the elevator. They were on the 20th floor; there was no way they’d hurry anytime soon. Sunghoon made his way towards the stairs with no other thought but you in his head.

No way he was about to run down 20 flights of stairs. Even if he would be exhausted afterwards, he didn’t care.

What if something bad happened to you? He had to hurry.

Once he made it to the main floor, he was panting. His head spun at the many quick turns he took, and his forehead was damped with a light sheet of sweat.

He looked around the main floor; however, you were nowhere to be found. “They’re outside,” said the receptionist, catching Sunghoon’s attention immediately. He rushed over to the entrance, the cold air hitting him once he opened the doors.

You looked up at the sudden commotion, making eye contact with Sunghoon. Your lips trembled once again as he made his way to your side.

“(Name),” he called out, his voice softer than ever. “What’s wrong?” He asked as he cupped your cold face with his warm hands. Out of nowhere, tears trickled down your cheeks. Your eyes were a light shade of red, causing Sunghoon’s heart to ache. He hated seeing you at your lowest. It was a gut-wrenching sight.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” He whispered while wiping your tears away with his thumb. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, but you shook your head, leaning into his chest instead. His eyes widened slightly, and his heart raced at the sudden action.

He was 100% sure that you could hear the sudden change in the tempo of his heartbeat. He waved it off, only focusing on calming your cries, and proceeded to lightly tap a rhythm on your back while rubbing your head reassuringly.

A few minutes passed, and your sobs finally calmed down. You both silently remained in the same position, with his hands continuing the same movements.

“Hey,” you began as he hummed in response. “Do you have a heart condition or something?” You asked, looking up at him. “What?” He asked, genuinely confused.

“Your heart has been racing the whole time I was laying on your chest.”

“No, it hasn’t.” He said in an attempt to refuse your accusation. “The light sheet of blush on your cheeks says otherwise.” You teased with a slight smile. “It’s cold. That’s the only reason why my cheeks are pink.” He lied, hoping you bought it.

You removed the hand that was patting your back and brought it to his chest. “Explain that then.” You said, causing him to hesitate.

“I… I had dance practice and then ran down 20 flights of stairs to get to you.” He exclaimed, removing his hand from his chest as you raised a brow at his words. “20 flights of stairs?” You said, placing your hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat.

“You’re such a tryhard.” You teased him, laughing at his sudden confession. Your laugh made his heart flutter as he looked away, the pink on his cheeks darkening. “Hey! It happened again.” You exclaimed, your eyes widening at the sudden increase in his heartbeat.

“Are you sure you don’t have a heart condition? I don’t think this is a good thing. You said, concerned. “If I got it checked, what would I tell them?” He began, removing your hand from his chest to hold it instead.

“My heartbeat rises extremely high when I’m near my best friend, and I can’t even hold eye contact with them at some point?” He asked as you stared at him, confused. “You and I both know what they’ll diagnose me with,” he said.

“Love.” He continued. “They’ll say, 'Maybe you see them more than just a best friend.' Who am I kidding? They might not be wrong.” He explained as you remained silent. “What are you saying?” You asked, unsure if what you thought he was hinting at was correct.

“I like you. I might even love you, but I’m not sure if you feel the same way.” He said, staring into your eyes. Your eyes searched his for any lies, only to realise he was being sincere.

“So—”

Suddenly, your lips were placed on top of his, shutting him up immediately. You backed away, looking at his flustered expression that you mirrored, and stared into his wide eyes.

“I’m guessing your answer is the same as mine." He said, hoping he was right. “Please stop,” you said in embarrassment. He smiled, looking back at your lips to go in for another kiss, but you dodged him.

He frowned while looking at you. “So, it’s only okay if you do it?” He asked as you shook your head. “You never know who might be taking a picture of us. I’m not trying to be in an article with the headlines, ‘ENHYPEN’s Sunghoon seen with his significant other on a park bench.’” You said and he laughed.

“At least they’ll know I have a significant other.” He said, causing you to stare back in confusion. “Is this your way of asking me out?” You asked as he hesitated. “Kinda? I thought we already established something was going on after that headline thing…” He mumbled as you smiled.

“Of course, we can date. Let’s just try not to be in an article with that headline.” You said and he nodded. “Promised.” He said and smiled as you did the same.

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captainwinterrsoldierr · 1 month

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Together Again

Trials of Apollo, Apollo x Fem!reader

Synopsis: Reader reunites with Apollo after he turns into a god again

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Y/n sat and stared absentmindedly by the river at camp half blood. Her knees were pulled to her chest and she had a clear look of distress on her face.

“How long does it take for him to transform back into a god,” She asked worriedly to Artemis as she held Lester’s unconscious body. The beautiful goddess crunched her eyebrows, too afraid to tell her the truth.

“A few weeks, maybe a month,” Artemis sighed. “Maybe even a few years. One time it took 500 years for him to wake up again.”

You sat there in disbelief. 500 years? If that were to happen you’d never see him again. Hell. Even 75 years you would never see him again. You were a demigod. You lived a normal human lifespan. Your lip quivered as your hand brushed through Lester’s hair. Your eyes glossed over, your vision turned blurry. One single tear drop fell.

“So there’s a possibility I could never see him again?” You asked.

Artemis knelt down and her silver eyes pierced into yours, “I’m afraid so, and I do apologize for having to cut this short, but he needs to rest at the palace so he can possibly return sooner.” Her hand rested on your shoulder.

You nodded slowly and sadly. You bent down and placed small, meaningful kiss onto his forehead. “I love you Apollo.”

The memory burned through your thoughts. Oh how she missed her dorky soulmate. Everyday was filled with her staring at the sky, hoping to see a sun chariot fly down with a sun kissed god. Everyone at camp knew to not bother you about camp duties or war games. You were just so numb inside. Deep down you knew the day would come that he would turn back into a god. But both of you avoided the conversation to spare yourself of the pain.

You sat at the creek for a few hours in silence. The sounds of nature helped you. She looked one more time up at the sky and frowned. Nothing Yet. She got up and worked her way back to camp.

You heard a lot of noise as you passed the training fields. What was going on? Suddenly you saw Kayla running up to you breathless.

“Hey hey y/n!!! You need to come! Like now!!.” She said grabbing your hand. You two ran to the cabins. Demigods were huddled and surrounding something in the middle of the cabins. Kayla grinned, winked at you and ran off .

Whatever was in the middle of the demigods pushed their way through.

Her heart stopped. Time froze. Tall. Gorgeous. Bronze. His sun kissed hair waved around his perfectly sculpted face. His beautiful blue eyes were brighter than the sky. His arms chiseled and so perfect. His golden chiton wrapped amazingly around his body.

He smiled so warmingly at you, “Hello my Dear Sunshine.”

You ran and threw your self at Apollo. Your legs wrapped around his waist. Your hands wrapped around his head. You felt him instantly lift you, his arms under neath you.

“It’s you,” She breathed. Tears instantly formed. “I thought I was never going to see you again.”

You pulled back to see him grinning ear to ear. “You can never get rid of me darling.” Without even thinking you kissed him. Your hands cradled his face. And he kissed back lovingly. You continue to pepper his face with kisses. He laughed and set you down, still holding you close. You noticed all the campers had dispersed.

“I’m so happy to see you again,” You whispered.

“Oh my sweet love, you’re the greatest thing to have blessed me as my time as Lester. If I know what true love is, it’s because of you,” Apollo said. You can sense the utter admiration and love radiating off of him like.

“You are my radiant sunshine and I’m forever yours.” He leaned in kissing you again. You sighed into the kiss. Your heart pounding again. As Lester or Apollo or one and the same, you knew you’ll forever love him just in the same.

#trials of apollo #apollo x reader #Apollo #lester papadopoulos #Apollo fanfic #Apollo imagine #Artemis #pjo hoo toa

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bradshawsbaby · 1 year

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afternoon delight

pairing: rhett abbott x girlfriend!reader

author’s note: this idea has been rolling around in my head for a while, and all the recent lew content has given me the push i needed to finally write it. i’ve been in a bit of a rut with my writing lately, so i’m just glad to be able to get this out of my system!

warnings: 18+ for explicit sexual content (semi-public sex and nearly getting caught), language, a healthy dose of fluff

Nothing was more boring than working the afternoon shift at your parents’ general store.

Well, maybe that wasn’t exactly true.

Nothing was more boring than working the afternoon shift at your parents’ general store alone.

At least when Moira or Kayla shared a shift with you, there was time for some idle chitchat and laughter. But it was a few weeks yet before the spring semester was over and the girls would return home from college for the summer, so today you were on your own.

And you were bored.

It wasn’t that nobody in Wabang visited the store in the early afternoon hours, but there was definitely a lull in the already slow activity once lunchtime rolled around. Most people in town headed home around noon for a quick snatch of respite and sustenance. That, or they headed to The Handsome Gambler for a liquid lunch. Either way, their minds certainly weren’t on buying a new shovel or a few cans of paint.

So the store remained virtually empty as the bright afternoon sun reached its zenith in the wide open sky, and you were left dusting the already clean shelves for what felt like the hundredth time since you’d arrived. Your parents would have been there working with you, but they’d taken a drive to visit one of their suppliers.

“You’ll be alright on your own for a few hours, won’t you, sweetheart?” your mama had asked before she and your dad left.

It was a rhetorical question and you both knew it. Besides the fact that your parents were already well aware there’d be hardly any customers in their absence, you’d also grown up in the store and knew how it operated like the back of your hand.

“I’ll be fine, Mama,” you assured her, waving as they headed out the door. “See ya’ll later.”

And you were fine. You were just so bored you thought you might lose your mind.

Tapping your fingers absentmindedly on the countertop near the register, you glanced down at where your phone sat, silent and still. You’d toyed with the idea of calling Rhett and asking him to come keep you company, but you knew that wasn’t fair. He had a lot to do on the ranch, especially at this time of year, and he couldn’t afford to play hooky just to keep you entertained at work. Besides, he’d already promised to take you out to dinner tonight. As much as you missed him, you knew you’d just have to be patient.

Huffing out a decidedly impatient breath, you stepped over to the ancient radio your father had refused to part with and fiddled with the knobs until you landed on a radio station you were satisfied with. At least now the silence in the store wouldn’t feel so deafening. You couldn’t help but grin as a new song began, the mildly familiar tune swirling in the warm air, among the dustmotes and beams of light spilling in from the large glass windows at the front of the store. You didn’t even know the name of it, but you knew it had been playing on the radio the other night when Rhett took you out to go stargazing, the two of you lying in the bed of his truck and lazily pointing out various constellations in between whispered words and slow kisses.

Your mood brightening considerably at the memory, you began humming softly under your breath as you decided to take the time you had to yourself to restock some of the shelves in the back of the store. Stepping into the back room, you grabbed a new box full of deodorant and shampoo and dragged it towards one of the shelves along the back wall. You were so focused on lining the shelves in the orderly manner your mother had taught you that you were caught off guard by the sound of the front door opening, the small bell tinkling to announce the arrival of a customer.

“I’ll be right with you!” you called out, your back to the entrance of the store as you reached for the last couple bottles of strawberry-scented shampoo. You smiled to yourself when you remembered the time Cecilia had come in and bought a whole case of it at a discounted price. Rhett had smelled like strawberries for over a month. Not that you minded one bit.

So caught up in the vividness of that memory were you that you didn’t register the heavy footfalls making their way down the aisle until a familiar pair of muscular arms were snaking their way around your waist and the stubbled face you loved more than anything was pressing against yours.

“Mmm, and what if I’m in a hurry and too impatient to wait for you up there, huh?” Rhett’s husky voice whispered low in your ear, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine as his lips ghosted over your cheek.

“Rhett!” you gasped in surprised pleasure, dropping the shampoo bottle you’d been holding without a backward glance as you turned around and faced your boyfriend head on. He looked exceptionally rugged and handsome in his Stetson and Wranglers, the sleeves of the plaid shirt he was wearing rolled up to the elbows, revealing his sunkissed forearms, the ones that made you feel so safe whenever they were wrapped around you.

“Heya, honeybee,” he grinned in that way that had you mentally pinching yourself to remind you that he was real and not just a figment of your wildest dreams. Pushing his hat back with one calloused finger, he lowered his head to plant a slow, lingering kiss on your lips.

“What are you doing here?” you breathed out once he finally pulled back, your eyes half-lidded and your brain feeling a little fuzzy.

“Now what kind of greeting is that when I drove all the way out here to see you?” Rhett teased, reaching out and resting his hand on the shelf behind your head so that he was leaning over you slightly.

You smirked in return, not minding at all the close proximity of his hard, muscled body. “Do Royal and Perry know you’re sneaking off like this?” you asked with a chuckle, one of your fingers trailing lazily along the buttons on his shirt.

“My mom had to take Amy to a doctor’s appointment, so I told them I’d drive into town and pick up some lunch,” he explained, running a hand down your bare arm. You’d worn one of your favorite sundresses today—one that just so happened to be Rhett’s favorite, too—which left your arms and a good portion of your chest exposed to your boyfriend’s hungry gaze. Food clearly wasn’t the only thing on his mind. “I think they figure I’ll be a little while,” he added with a suggestive wink, which made your cheeks grow warm instinctively.

“Hmm, and I was just thinking to myself how lonely things were getting around here. You’ve got some timing, Abbott,” you grinned, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down to you, kissing him deeply.

Rhett responded in kind, a low groan escaping his mouth as his arms wrapped around you and he pressed you tightly to his chest. As the kiss grew more intense, his tongue snaking out to brush against your bottom lip and beg entrance into your mouth, the two of you stumbled backwards, your back slamming up against the shelves you’d just been painstakingly restocking and upending an entire row of men’s deodorant, sending them crashing to the floor.

With low moans of both yearning and frustration, the two of you broke apart and glanced down at the mess you’d made.

“I’ll clean it up later,” you panted with an indifferent shrug of your shoulders, your lips seeking his once more.

“Damnit, honeybee,” Rhett moaned as you bit down gently on his bottom lip, his hands reaching up to play with the straps of your sundress. “You just had to wear this of all things?” he murmured, his voice thick and husky with want.

“Thought you’d like it for dinner tonight,” you whispered, smiling against his mouth.

He threw his head back slightly, which granted you access to his exposed throat. “Like it right now,” he ground out, his fingers running through your hair as you nipped and sucked on his neck. “Fuck, baby, I need you. Right now,” he practically growled, holding you closer so that you could feel just how intense his need was.

“Not here,” you told him, glancing over his shoulder. “Someone might walk in.” You could feel his heart thrumming in his chest, could hear the unsteady rhythm of his breathing. Your own heart was beating wildly, your body aching with just as much need as his. “Come help me with something in the back,” you told him with a mischievous grin, taking his hand and leading him into the back supply room, making sure to close the door firmly behind you.

It wasn’t a huge room, but it felt even smaller with Rhett standing in it, his large, powerfully built frame the only thing your eyes could focus on.

His gaze was fixed on you as well, his blue eyes blazing as he looked at you. He only broke eye contact for a moment to glance around the room, a smile curving his lips as his eyes darted back to your face.

“Never imagined we’d be fooling around in here, honeybee,” he murmured, his pulse racing at the very notion of taking you in the back of your parents’ store, a store which anyone from town could walk into at any moment.

“Do you not want to?” you asked, chewing on your bottom lip and twisting your hand in the folds of your dress.

“Oh, make no mistake, baby,” Rhett rasped, stepping closer to you. “I want to.” His eyes were serious as he suddenly wrapped his hands around your hips and lifted you up onto the wooden worktable that sat behind you, spreading your legs so that he could step between them. “I want to,” he said again, burying his fingers in your hair as he kissed you like a starving man.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” you breathed out, rubbing your body against his and kicking your sandals off so that they fell to the floor. “Someone could—I mean anyone might—”

“Honeybee, trust me,” he cut you off, resting his forehead against yours. “The way you got me goin’, I don’t need much time.”

You mewled softly in response, turned on by his words as he lowered his head to kiss you once more. You were desperate to run your fingers through his hair, but his hat was in the way. Moaning softly against his lips, you reached up and tugged it off his head. For a moment, you considered dropping it next to you on the table, but then a better idea struck you. Smirking slightly, you dropped his hat right on top of your head, feeling the way his body went taut beneath your palms.

“Honeybee,” he grunted, his work-roughened fingers digging into your waist through the fabric of your dress. “You’re really determined to make me lose my damn mind, aren’t you?”

“Come on, cowboy,” you whispered teasingly, your tongue flicking out against his lower lip. “Clock’s ticking.”

Your words seemed to flip some kind of switch in his mind because suddenly he was pulling you to the edge of the table, his hands less than gentle as he shoved your dress up, bunching it around your waist. Slipping his hand between your legs, he pushed your panties to the side and swiped two fingers up your slit without preamble.

“Fuck,” he panted under his breath, his head falling forward to lean against your shoulder. “Already soaking wet for me, honeybee,” he moaned, pressing a kiss to your bare skin just to the right of your dress strap.

You just gasped out his name in response, your arms tightening around him, which spurred him to slip both those fingers inside you, curling them against your spongy walls in a way that had you struggling to catch your next breath.

“Rhett,” you whimpered, burying your face in the crook of his neck as his fingers pumped in and out of you at a relentless pace. He smelled like sweat and sun and the Wyoming earth. He smelled like Rhett. And there was nothing that aroused you more.

“Sh, sh, I got you, baby. I’m gonna take care of my girl,” he murmured softly, peppering your temple and the side of your face with kisses.

“Need you,” you gasped, fisting your hand in the front of his plaid work shirt. “Need you inside me. Now,” you begged, your pulse racing in your veins as the temperature in the back room steadily climbed.

Rhett didn’t put up any argument, his fingers sliding out of you as he reached for the waistband of your panties and tugged them down your legs, leaving the soft scrap of fabric dangling around your ankles, all while you reached for the belt at his waist, unbuckling it with lithe fingers before making quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans.

“Damn, honeybee, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you move so quickly. Like lightning,” Rhett chuckled hoarsely, pressing a sloppy kiss to your mouth.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” you laughed breathlessly, helping him tug down his jeans and his boxers just enough so that he could free himself from their constraints. He was thick and hard and ready, but he pumped himself a few times for good measure before lining himself up against your entrance.

“You alright, baby?” he asked, stroking your cheek with his free hand. He knew you were usually used to more foreplay than this, and he didn’t want to hurt you.

“Mhm,” you nodded, cupping his face in your hands to reassure him. “Please, baby,” you mouthed against his lips.

Within seconds, he was buried deep inside you, your fingers tangled in his hair and your legs locked around his waist as he began rocking his hips back and forth in an increasingly frenzied rhythm.

It was messy and sloppy and chaotic, and you loved every minute of it. You cherished the moments of slow lovemaking that you and Rhett shared, when he worshiped every inch of your body and took his time giving you more pleasure than you ever could have thought possible. But you also loved these wild and crazy moments, when the two of you were so overcome by your animalistic need for each other that your bodies came crashing together in a way that was so uncontrolled and frantic and perfect because it was yours.

“Rhett,” you moaned, your voice high-pitched with pleasure. “Rhett, Rhett, Rhett,” you cried, tugging on his hair and panting against his ear, your words tumbling out in concert with the sound and rhythm of his thrusts.

“Right here, honeybee,” he gasped out, lacing his fingers through yours as he reached for one of your hands. “I’m right—oh, yeah. Oh, shit, baby. Shit, shit, shit,” he grunted as his movements became more frenetic and out of sync.

You knew he was close. So were you.

“Rhett! Baby, I’m—”

“Sweetheart?”

Everything came to a crashing halt as the sound of your mother’s voice suddenly pierced your consciousness. Your back stiffened immediately and your eyes went wide with horror.

“Rhett!” you whispered frantically, your boyfriend still rutting inside you.

You could tell from the way his head had shot up in alarm that he could hear your mother, too, but he was too far gone now. You both were, and neither of you knew how to stop.

You heard your mother call out your name, louder this time. “Are you here, honey?”

Terrified of what your voice would sound like when you called out to her, you first made sure to clamp a hand over Rhett’s mouth, trying to keep him as silent as possible.

“Y-yes, Mama!” you called out, breathing through your nose to keep from screaming out in pleasure as Rhett continued to pound away, hitting your most sensitive spot. “I’m in the back!”

Rhett’s forehead screwed up in concentration and you felt him take your fingers into his mouth, which sent your eyes rolling into the back of your head in ecstasy.

“Are you okay? Do you need help?” your mother asked. It still sounded like she was near the front of the store.

“No!” you practically shouted, eyes widening once more. “I mean, um, I’m okay! I’ll be out in a m-minute,” you announced, your legs starting to tremble violently.

Burying your face in Rhett’s shoulder, your hand still clamped firmly over his mouth, you rocked your hips against his at an almost violent pace, desperate to drive the both of you over the edge.

You could feel him tense up, caught his gaze as he looked at you, his blue eyes almost hazy from the high of his pleasure. Wordlessly, the two of you stared at one another as, seconds apart, you came undone, your mouth open in a silent scream as your climax tore through you. You could feel the warmth flooding you as Rhett reached his finish as well, his chest heaving as you continued to hold your hand against his lips.

Your mother called your name again as Rhett’s lips met yours in a searing kiss, one that robbed you of any breath you might have had left.

“Just a minute, Mama!” you called, hoping you didn’t sound as lightheaded as you felt.

“God, I love you,” Rhett whispered, holding you close to his chest as he stroked your back slowly.

“I love you, too,” you whispered in return, leaning against him for support.

Knowing you were short on time, he pulled back reluctantly to reach for your panties, sliding them back up your legs and securing them in place. He pressed the fabric against your entrance, knowing it was liable to get messy when you stood up. He dropped a kiss on your forehead before stepping back to adjust his pants, buckling his belt as quietly as possible.

“Grab that box off the shelf,” you instructed him, sliding off the table and adjusting your dress. “There’s no way Mama isn’t going to see you, so we’ll just tell her you were helping me get some things from back here.”

Rhett shot you a mildly skeptical look, but did as you told him, pulling a large box off a high shelf.

Just as you were about to open the door, however, he suddenly hissed. “Honeybee! My hat!”

Gasping, you quickly pulled off his Stetson and dropped it back on his head, grateful that he was paying more attention than you were.

When you and Rhett finally stepped back into the store, your mama looked over and raised a surprised brow.

“Hi, Mama,” you chirped with an overly bright smile. “Rhett just stopped by on his lunch break and offered to help me get some boxes from the back,” you offered before she could even ask.

“Ma’am,” Rhett nodded respectfully, his cheeks turning bright red.

Your mama glanced from you to your boyfriend, then to the back of the store, and back again. You felt your heart plummet inside your chest. Your mother wasn’t a stupid woman. And you weren’t a very good liar.

“Thank you, Rhett,” was all she said, glancing down at the cash register. “Always such a good boy.”

“Of course, ma’am. Um, thank you,” Rhett stammered sheepishly, unable to meet your mother’s eye.

“Um, well, shouldn’t you get going, baby? I’m sure your daddy and brother are getting hungry, waiting on you to bring home lunch,” you said, shooting him a pointed look.

“Oh, yeah,” Rhett nodded, blue eyes widening slightly. “You’re right about that. I best be off. I’ll see you tonight, honeybee,” he told you, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. Turning towards your mother, he tipped his hat in deference before hurrying out the front door.

As soon as the door slammed shut behind him, your mother turned to look at you, eyebrows arched.

You swallowed nervously, wanting nothing more than for the earth to devour you whole.

“Just be glad, little missy, that it was me and not your daddy who came back early,” your mama said, shooting you a knowing look before pulling out the ledger from underneath the counter. “Now can you go pick up that deodorant that’s all over the floor?”

“Yes, Mama,” you nodded, your mortification complete as you slowly walked towards the back of the store.

As you walked, you felt your phone buzzing in your dress pocket. Pulling it out, you saw it was a text from Rhett.

Sorry, honeybee 😬😘

Smiling despite yourself, you tapped out a quick message in response.

You’ll just have to make it up to me tonight 😉

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett x reader #x reader #x female reader #outer range #lewis pullman

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nothankyou543 · 7 months

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Leo Valdez x child of Poseidon pt 2

As Leo was walking back to his cabin still grinning from ear to ear he realized that he was going on a quest that week that he had completely forgotten about

it made him sad that he was leaving tomorrow because he wouldn’t get to see you

he then had an amazing idea

he ran back to your door and knocked on it

you were still in pajamas with your hair being a mess but he didn’t care

” get ready I have something I need to show you”

you were a little surprised but got ready and went with him

he led you to the forest talking about anything and everything on the way

thats how he learned you like f/c (favorite candy), loves f/m (favorite movie), and that you love f/b (favorite band) this would help him for future reference

you walked up to a door. A BIG door

Leo LIT HIS HAND ON FIRE and it opened

“welcome to bunker 9” he said as your mouth hung open

as the doors opened a DRAGON was inside

but it was bronze not a regular dragon

”this is Festus he’s our ride on the quest, I haven’t shown him to anyone yet”

“ so why are you showing him to me?”

“ because we might find Percy on this quest and I wanted to show you that we have a reliable ride”

”thanks it makes me feel a lot better that you you all will be safe even if I barley know you

just then Festus walked up to you and nuzzled your chest

you laughed as Leo said “ he likes you…hey do you want to go for a ride with me?”

you say yes and you both hop on Festus

the feeling of soaring through the sky is amazing

he gets close enough to the water that you can touch it and you do

your sitting in front of Leo and you can feel him behind you

it makes you feel safe

You start to feel a little lightheaded from exhaustion since you haven’t eaten anything and you’ve been a little overwhelmed

suddenly you blackout and the last thing you think is I just fell backwards onto Leo’s chest

leo is freaking out because you just passed out

you land back at bunker 9 and he get you down

hes carrying you bridal style and he walks back to camp like that with you in his arms

hes still freaking out as he takes you to the infermery passing annabeth and piper on the way

they look at each other in surprise as they see what’s going on and from then on they know you guys like eachother

leo walks into the infermery and finds Kayla

“ she passed out I don’t know what to do” he is still freaking out

Kalyan tells him to lay you on a cot while she does an assessment

Leo sits with you the entire time

piper and Annebeth walk in to see what is going on as they’re walking over Kayla say to Leo “ she passed out from exhaustion but it she doesn’t look healthy. I think she’s been starving herself”

Annebeth says “ y/n I knew you were skipping breakfast but I didn’t know it was this bad”

piper turns to Leo and says with a smile “ why were you guys together?”

leos face goes red “ no reason, just hanging out.”

Piper leaves to prepare for the quest

You Wake up about 10 minutes later and immediately Annebeth is looking at you saying “y/n why have you not been eating?”

you look shocked that she found out and hoped that she hadn’t found out other things to

Leo is there to

” I’m just not really hungry anymore”

Leo pipes up “ it’s not healthy to skip meals please promise me you’ll eat more”

”ok”

you walk out of the infermery and Annebeth pulls you to the side

convo goes as follows

“what’s up with you and Leo ”

Blushing “nothing he was just showing me something he found in the woods”

”it sure seems like you like him”

” ok maybe a little but what’s wrong with that”

” there’s nothing wrong with it but I don’t want you getting hurt”

you go back to your cabin and see something else on you door step

you pick it up and realize that it’s a few f/f tied together with a note attached

dear y/n, I hope these make you a little happier because you deserve that. - secret admirer

you smile and walk back into your cabin

Ok I’m gonna have to do a part 3 I’ll post it later

#leo valdez #leo x reader #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x y/n #piper mclean #leo valdez fanfic #heros of olympus #hoo #Leo x child of Poseidon

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maeleelee · 11 months

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ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ ᔕI᙭TEEᑎ

It’s Stoner y/n x Felix Goodie Two Shoes. "There was something off about Felix in her mind. No one was that nice, that good without some sort of motive. But he's everywhere all at once, and she finds herself drawn to him in ways she didn't want. But she wouldn't fall for the cliché. Fuck clichés, they never work out anyway."

⚠️Minors do NOT interact with this au⚠️

warnings: Sex mentioned, markings, name calling(whore, bitch), depression, anxiety, are mentioned, pet names (baby) Fight happens.

Y/n was jumping up and down when she saw Mae was back home. She had the three boys walking beside her. Sans arm around Wooyoung’s shoulder, Yeosang’s arm around her shoulder, and Wooyoung holding her hand. Y/n could tell she was happy, just from the big smile on her face and the way she looked at them. Yeosang leaned down and whispered something in Mae’s ear and Mae laughed at it.

Mae looked forward and her eyes lite up when she saw y/n standing there waving at her. Mae let go of Wooyoung’s hand and ran up to y/n, picking her up and spinning her around. “Did you enjoy your trip?” Y/n asked her.

Mae was in a crop top and high waisted pants, making Y/n notice the bite marks and hickeys Mae wore on her neck and collarbone, making her giggle. “I had a great time.” Mae smiled brightly.

“I see that. Please tell me they have matching marks too.” Y/n laughed as Mae nodded.

“Don’t underestimate me bun bun. I have claws for a reason.” Mae giggled at y/n.

“Ahhhh you’re back!” The two girls turned around and saw Jess running towards them. Mae caught her before they hit the ground. Jess kissed her cheek and held her for a second. "It went nice, yeah?" Mae nodded at Jess. "How'd you end up with all three of the dumb nuts?" Jess laughed as the three were talking to Chan, Changbin, and Caden.

"When the three showed up to take care of Sky and I, I just couldn't help but feel so loved. After all you went home, they built a fort and spent the night watching all the Disney movies a six year old could watch. When Wooyoung asked if I wanted to go to the cabin with them, I couldn't say no. We got there and I realized I also liked the other two. I talked to baby boy about it and he smiled real big and told me he did too. We became a quad like, right after that." Mae smiled at the two girls. "And yes, I have them matching for a reason." She giggled.

Y/n pulled her into a hug and kissed her cheek.

"As long as you're happy bunny. I don't care who you're with.

"Fuck. They make me super happy. Mae smiled.

"And apparently horny." Mae punched Jeongin in the shoulder.

"Shut the fuck up." She pouted, making Jeongin laugh. He high-fived y/n and nodded towards Felix.

"She's back." Felix smiled brightly at Mae.

"Thank you for dealing with my bun bun this week.” Mae smiled at Felix, who throw his arm over y/n.

"Anything for you baby.” He smiled down at y/n, who rolled her eyes. "What are we doing today?"

"Mommy and daddy should be here any minute." Y/n told the group. Yeosang threw his arms over Mae shoulders and pulled her into his chest, kissing her cheek. Mae giggled as she leaned back into him.

“There she is. How was vacation?” Cassi asked as she walked up with mommy. Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Mingi following behind them.

“Baby. Pretty. She had a great time. Do you not see her neck? Looks like she got attacked by a pack of wolves.” Hongjoong laughed as he moved Mae’s face to get a better view of the bite mark. “Which one is the leader?” He smirked. Mae punched him in the arm, making him pout at Cassi.

“Deserved. However, I’d like to know the answer.” Cassi giggled.

“Yeah. Tell us.” Kayla smiled.

“Yeosang.” Wooyoung stated, walking over to the two, as he wrapped his arm around Mae’s waist. San standing on the other side of Mae.

“Who left the bite mark?” Mingi smirked.

Mae squeezed Wooyoung’s cheeks together and smiled. “This one doesn’t understand that biting can and will leave marks.” He just shrugged as he tried to smile.

“That tracks.” Chan laughed as he walked up. “On a different note. This is Caden. Caden meet the chaos you’ve been begging to meet.” He smiled brightly and waved at everyone.

“Nice tattoos.” Y/n smiled. He looked down and then back up and smiled at her.

“Thank you.” He replied.

“Ah there you are!!” They heard a girl say. Yeosang pulled away from Mae and walked to the girl. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he picked her up and spun her around. He put her back down and pulled her to the group.

“Everyone. This is Ani, my sister. Ani this is everyone.” Yeosang smiled.

“Oh dear. I hope you’re okay with chaos because you’ve now been thrown into a pot of it.” Jess giggled.

“I had to deal with this one,” she squeezed Yeosang’s cheek, “my whole life. I’ll fit right in.” She giggled.

“Another bottle of sunshine. Great.” Y/n half assed smiled.

“Be nice.” Felix told her. She glared at him and shook her head.

“I am being nice.”

“Please forgive her. She’s built a shell around her soft heart and has yet to break it down. She’s sweet once you get her to open up.” Mae sighed.

“She’s great once you get to know her.” Felix smiled looking at y/n, who wasn’t paying attention to him.

Yeosang had walked back over to Mae and wrapped his arms back around her shoulder.

They stood there and just continued talking, waiting for class to start.

“Well well. The whore decided to grace us with her presence.” Mae groaned as she heard Minho's voice.

“What did you just say?” San asked, glaring at the boy.

“Awh cute. Getting her guard dogs to stand up for her.” Minho laughed. “Funny that she can’t be the independent woman she was when she was with me.”

“Oh I’m still independent. I just don’t have to deal with bill shit anymore.” Mae spat.

“It’s funny. You couldn’t dick her down well enough you had to bring in your two best friends Wooyoung? That’s pathetic. However, not as pathetic as her. Have you told them?” He spat back.

“Told them what?” Mae asked.

“How you’re a depressed, anxious, nervous bundle of emotions. You pop off at the drop of a hat. You can’t ever communicate right and when you’re not an emotional wreck, you’re just a bitch. That you put out for anyone who pays you attention. I know you’ve fucked “mommy and daddy,” he did the air quotes, “before. You’re sad, pathetic really.” He smirked at Mae.

Mae signed. She was over this. Over him. “Minho. What the fuck do you even want?”

“Oh baby. I want my bitch back.” He went to touch Mae’s cheek.

Wooyoung grabbed his hand and glared at him. “Do not touch our girl.”

Cassi had back everyone away. She could see the steam rolling off Kayla. Honestly, they all could. Y/n didn’t really know what to do. She wanted to be there for Mae. Go hold her and never let her go. Kayla had taken Mae in as her friend back in middle school. Mae was older than all of them but that didn’t stop Kayla from stepping up and being the mom of the group. Kayla stood there, waiting.

“Our? Wow. You really did become a whore after you left me. Woo couldn’t get you to come could he?” Minho asked Mae.

“Actually, you were the one who couldn’t make me come. Woo here got me off three times before he actually dicked me down. Added the other two into the mix and I was sent to heaven. I don’t need or want you.” Mae glared.

“That’s fine. I don’t want a whore anyways.” Minho hissed.

As Mae went to say something, Minho was on the ground, Kayla on top of him, throwing punch after punch. His nose was broken for sure and his lip was cut. They was blood everywhere. Kayla only saw red.

“Kayla. Stop.” Mae shouted. Mae looked at Cassi, eyes filled with tears. “Make her stop.” Minho wasn’t fighting back at the moment, and that’s what scared Mae. He was a fighter and when he knew he had a shot, he’d used it. “Get her off.” Mae went to step towards them but Yeosang pulled her back. Chan and San looked at each other and nodded.

They picked Kayla up and handed her to Mingi and Seonghwa. Mae and y/n ran over to Kayla and Mae started making sure she was okay, moving her face. Y/n looked at her knuckles. “Get her home. Take care of her.” Mae told the two boys. They nodded and Mingi picked her up.

“Are you okay?” Y/n asked Mae. Mae looked at her, hate filled her eyes and she walked back over to Minho. He had sat up. She put her foot on his chest and pushed him back on the ground.

“Do all of us a favor and stay away. Leave me alone because next time, I’m not going to make anyone stop. I hate you Lee Minho. I was once in love with you until I realized I was in love with love. I gave my heart away a long time ago and as wrong as you are about me cheating on you, I sometimes wish I never had said yes. I wish you the best Minho, because you’ll need it. I hope one day, you realize how much of a piece of shit you are and turn your life around, until then, go far and stay there.”

Mae stood up and walked off, leaving everyone there, shocked at what she just told the man on the ground. They looked at the three boys and y/n giggled at the look on Wooyoung’s face. “Damn. I had her heart the whole time man. Sucks for you.” He laughed and flipped Minho off and ran after Mae. Yeosang and San falling after the two.

Felix sighed as he saw Seungmin. “What’s the punishment?” Felix asked him.

Seungmin threw his arms around Cassi and Hongjoong. “Honestly. None. About time someone put that cunt waffle in his place. I think you were onto something when you started hanging out with this group.”

Felix smiled at y/n and nodded. “Yeah, me too.”

For the first time, y/n realized she was right. Clique were so dumb but damn was she happy she found hers. She also realized the man smiling at her, made her happy, happier than she had been in a long time. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed Felix’s cheek.

“Thank you.” She whispered to him. “I’ll see you after class. I want to go get some of that pie.” And off she went to class, leaving Felix standing there, with a stupid goofy smile on his pretty face.

“Anything for you bun bun.” He whispered as he watched her walk away.

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ameagrice · 1 year

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Meteor Shower

LEO. V X READER

in which you watch the stars with Leo, and say that hard to say three-letter sentence.

Stars glitter. You realise that the more you watch them. Realistically, you know that they only shine that way because they’re burning, and burning up. That doesn’t make them any less pretty to you.

Leo’s got his hands behind his head, and his legs stretched out. You’re laying the same way, and it’s a bit of a squeeze on the small picnic blanket you brought along, but what’s a squeeze between you and the boy you love.

“Kayla told me that my father’s sister, Artemis, puts the stars in the sky,” you said. “But I like to think theyre just there by chance.”

“They are balls of energy,” Leo uttered quietly in return. “Either or makes sense.”

A soft silence comes over you, the sound of the waves crashing gently over each other just background noise.

You turn your head. Under the addition of the quiet moonlight, still, watching, Leo’s face is illuminated softly. His eyelashes are long and dark sitting on his cheekbones; his nose is carefully crafted, enhanced sharpness in shadows; there’s a dashing of freckles under his eyes.

You feel it before you begin to acknowledge it. It’s always been a surging wave of almost heartache, but the good kind; the type of twinge in your chest that says hey, I’m here.

Your mouth parts; Leo’s eyes drift over the length of the sky. The stars seem even brighter in your peripheral vision. You watch as the lump at his throat moves, he swallows hard.

He must feel this, too, you think, cradling it like broken glass.

You inhale softly.

At last. A small, gentle thing.

“I love you.”

#Leo Valdez #leo x reader #pjo #Percy Jackson #leo valdez x reader #Percy Jackson series #leo valdez fanfic #romance #meteor shower #literature

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The Finality

Another installment of the Auston Matthews X Friend series, taking place a few months after YN left his barbeque.

Warnings: Swearing, smut - fingering, P in V, cream pies (wrap it kids 😉) 18+

Three months.

That’s how long it’s been since you saw or even spoke to Auston, someone you’ve known for over fifteen years, one of the most important people in your life. Your best friend.

It’s been three months since you spoke to your best friend.

After storming out of his house with your dress inside out and clinging to your damp bathing suit, you didn’t look back. In the weeks that followed, you’ve talked to Kayla, and to Sarah, even messaged with Trevor a little. Trevor told you Auston was a miserable ass the last few weeks he spent in Arizona.

They all told you basically the same thing - get your head out of your ass and admit what you’ve been feeling.

They all assume you are in love with your best friend.

You’re not.

And it’s ridiculous advice. That’s why you are sitting at a table in a dimly lit, high-end pretentious restaurant with Jerome. He is your roommates - boyfriend’s - college friend’s - roommate’s - brother. And his personality is about a lively as the atmosphere in the restaurant.

Maybe he’s not as dreadful as you think, but sitting in complete silence, in a stark white room, sounds more exciting than being at this table. It is the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, and most people have already taken off to fly home, the streets even had an eerie emptiness to them. But your lack of enthusiasm has little to do with the mostly empty restaurant, and more to do with the company.

He is your cliché accountant. Or was it investment banker? Account manager? At this point you can’t even remember. The only reason you remember his name is because he has referred to himself in third person at least seven times, while telling you stories that you can only assume were obnoxious and boring. He mentioned the cylinders and torque on his blue Lamborghini within minutes of picking you up, and at that moment you knew tonight would suck. And every time he opens his mouth it just gets worse.

If this date was orchestrated by Kayla or Sarah, you would have thought they purposely picked the most ignorant and self-righteous person known to man. But neither your roommate nor her boyfriend know about what happened in August.

You are barely halfway through dinner, but you just can’t take it. He is just so annoying. Maybe if he let you get more than six words in at a time, or talked about something other than money, cars and Armani you’d be slightly interested in getting to know him more. But if you were to ask him any question about yourself, even something as basic as your hometown, he wouldn’t even be able to tell you the answer, because he never asked.

“Can you excuse me.” Your chair scraps loudly against the wood floor, the sound almost nails on chalkboard, drawing eyes from the small group of patrons. “I just forgot; I have something I have to do.”

Tossing the napkin onto the entrée you barely touched; you reach for your purse and fling the strap over your shoulder. For the first time you see an emotion spread on his face – confusion. His brows are creased, and lips pursed as he watches you.

“Right now?” he blinks, putting his fork down on table. “In the middle of dinner?”

“Yes, it’s very important.” Pulling out your wallet you drop a couple bills on the table, ignoring his objection, and walk out of the door without another word. He might have offered to drive you home, or maybe he was telling you to keep your money, he could have asked when you’d be available to reschedule, or he could have said nothing, you have no idea. You just needed to get away from him.

It’s dark.

There is a crispness to the air, and hazy dark clouds blanket the sky, all indicative of an incoming storm. This time of year in Toronto, it could be rain, it could be snow.

He couldn’t tell you what woke him up at 6am. Felix wasn’t scratching at the door, still curled up beside him on the bed, kicking and whining as he chased the ever-elusive rabbit in his dreams. The halls were quiet, none of his neighbours making a noise. His phone had no new notifications, no missed calls, nothing that could have prompted him walking up almost two hours early when the sun had barely peeked its way through.

But there he is, sitting on the park bench waiting for Felix to pee before he can go back upstairs. He feels a few drops on his hands, saw a few stain the light grey track pants he decided to wear.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, hoping Felix would finish up before the storm really starts.

Once Auston opened the door and shook off the wet bucket hat, Felix was gone. Instantly running away towards the kitchen. Odd behaviour, given his breakfast was handed out at 8am like clockwork.

A loud crack of thunder is followed up by the sound of rain, water trickling down the floor to ceiling windows. Going to make himself coffee, Auston’s heart flips and his stomach tightens seeing a silhouette crouched over in the dark kitchen, petting his dog as if they are welcome in his home. What’s worse is Felix is eager to accept the pets from the trespasser.

“Such a good boy,” the all too familiar voice calls out, and his heart rate begins to settle.

“YN?” Auston flips on the light, his voice sounding as broken as you feel. He doesn’t look okay; in fact, he looks like hell - the bags are darker than his actual eyes and his shoulders are slouching, trying to bear the metaphorical weight that has been holding him down. Rain drips from his dark curls and clings to his forehead, his long sleeve is drenched.

While it’s obvious you’re tired, his first thought was ‘fuck,’ because you look fucking good. The little black dress holds true to its name, ending high on your thighs, the cut in front low displaying a sliver of your breasts - not too much, just enough. Your makeup is light, showcasing your natural beauty, only the light pink cheeks cheeks and slight glow evidence you’re wearing any at all. He hates that you look good, but mostly that this look wasn’t for him.

“Hi,” you breathe out. It wasn’t until you spoke that he finally acknowledged you are real, and not a dream – something he had been having recently. Giving Felix one final scratch behind the ears, you wobble to your feet and stare at him, nervous waves threatening your balance.

“What are you doing here?” his brows furrow and arms cross over his chest.

You’d like to say you thought about it on the drive to the airport, the five-hour flight, while entering the combination to his keypad, the twelve minutes you spent in the dark and empty apartment. But you didn’t think about it once. The reality is, the second you left that restaurant everything is clouded by a heavy fog, and you really don’t know why you are in Toronto when you are supposed to be working in LA in a few hours.

“I had a date," your voice is quiet, as if the full weight will cause everything around to shatter.

“In Toronto?” he tries to disguise it, but you can hear the hurt in his voice.

“In LA,” your response is short, it’s all you can handle right now.

The gentle drizzle grows into a sudden downpour, and Felix curls at your feet, hiding from the crackling thunder and violent gusts of wind that shudder against the windows. “And you came to Toronto to tell me about it?” He hasn’t moved from the doorway; he can’t move from the doorway. “Sounds like something you could have said in a text, but that would involve you acknowledging me.” There is the bitterness he no longer tries to hide.

“It sucked…he sucked.”

“YN, what are you doing here?” he shakes his head frustratedly, not wanting to engage in this any further.

After you abruptly left his house he took a few days, then he sent you a message. Then another, and another, almost one every day. You never replied. He sent you snapchats of Felix, forwarded you memes on Instagram, tried just about everything to contact you, and you never replied. In fact, you would take days or weeks even to open those messages.

Then eighteen days ago he stopped.

He had tried, and now he was done. He couldn’t even lie and say that didn’t hurt, the fact that you turned off the switch to your friendship so effortlessly. But he couldn’t keep trying, because every time he didn’t see your name on his phone, his heart broke a little bit more.

“You kissed me.” It’s a hollow attempt to explain your presence.

“You kissed me back,” he counters.

“You kissed me,” your eyes dart to the floor but he see’s the heat building inside. “You touched me,” you barely manage to whisper the last part out.

“You wanted me to.”

Normally Auston wouldn’t speak on your behalf, but the way your body arched into him, the moans and groans catching in your throat, the tugging on his dampened curls, he has zero doubt you wanted that, wanted him. And he is 100 percent right.

“Nobody has kissed me like that since…made me feel…” you trail off, playing over the dozen dates you have forced yourself on to try and act as a distraction. Some of the guys were nice, funny, handsome, everything you would look for in a potential boyfriend, but they didn’t kiss you the way Auston did. They didn’t fill you with an insatiable desire for more, instead they only caused your heart to ache for the man more than 4000km away.

“Made you feel what?” Auston finally moves from where his feet had been glued, now only inches separate you. So close you can hear his heart beating, and if willing, could touch him.

“Complete,” you barely manage to speak. “Happy.” Your eyes finally meet his, and they are void of usual confidence, and instead are full of a raw vulnerability you have never seen. “They weren’t you.”

Those three words were all he needed to bring you in for a hot, fiery kiss, full of tongue and wandering hands. He reaches down to grab your ass, but this time instead of setting you on the counter he carries you down the hall and drops you on his bed. His sweater and trackpants are gone, leaving his hard chest and muscular body fully on display for you to gawk at. A trail of hair descends down his chest and disappears under the tight black boxers, that slowly tighten as he takes you in.

He wastes no time crawling between your legs and hiking your dress up, bunching the fabric above your hips. Sucking on the thin cloth that covers your core, he moans at the anticipation ready and waiting for him. He can’t even be bothered to slide it down your legs - it will take too long, and you can’t even bother to scold him when you hear fabric ripping and cool air connecting to your pussy lips, erupting chills through your spine.

“Shit YN,” he places a few kitten licks to your entrance, coating his lips in your flavour. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re soaked.”

“Have been since I last saw you,” you gasp when he wraps his lips around your clit and drives two thick fingers inside. A disgusting slurping sound overpowers your moans as Auston fucks his fingers in and out, drenching them in your essence. Your toes curl into the bed, and you fist the duvet, reveling in his touch.

Auston adjusts the speed and depth, playing around while listening to your breathing and moans. Finding the spot that jolts your entire body into his face, he does it again, and again, and again, every time smirking into your heat.

The scruff on his jaw burns the inside of your thighs. The knot in your stomach tightens and threatens to snap. The tears in your eyes build. The curse words being spewed get louder. Tears kiss your cheeks and the headboard rattles against the wall, all while the knot unravels. Pure euphoria floods your veins, and your hips arch further into him, writhing against the touch of your best friend. He slows his fingers ever so slightly to draw out your orgasm, not wanting it to be over.

“Fuck, that was better than I could have imagined,” he grins, licking the mess off his finger. Leaving a trail of featherlight kisses up your body, he nips and sucks, marking you along the way. Stopping at your lips, he places a soft, warm kiss, letting you briefly taste yourself on his tongue, then lets his forehead fall against yours. “I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been wanting to do this every single day for the last ten years,” Auston’s voice is soft as a light layer of tears glisten on his pupils.

“Me too,” you breathe, bringing him in for a kiss that starts soft but quickly builds to more.

“I still can’t believe you’re here,” he runs the pad of his thumb over your cheek, feeling the sweat that sticks to your skin.

“Me either, I literally left during dinner and climbed in a cab. Then I was just at the airport, I don’t even have a toothbrush,” you laugh lightly explaining the events of last night.

“We can go shopping,” Auston gently kisses you.

“I only have that dress, I don’t even have underwear,” you murmur faintly against his lips.

“Sorry,” he kisses you to hide the devious grin that threatens to blanket his face. “They were in my way.”

“You’re not sorry,” you whisper, shaking your head lightly.

“I’m not sorry,” he says, kissing you again.

The kiss deepens, your hand runs up his tattooed arm, then back down, his body pulling you closer. His erection begins to harden between your bodies, and your hand snakes down and wraps around it. Giving him a few tugs, encouraging it to grow, he pulls away and whispers a few curse words, then tries to roll you onto your back.

Having already spent time on your back handing control over to him, you push back, grinning when you’re straddling his waist. The goofy boyish smile on his face makes your heart swell, and you line his leaking tip up to your entrance. Taking a second to adjust to the stretch, your eyes roll into the back of your skull.

“Fuck, this is a good view,” his dark eyes sparkle as he breathes you in. His dark hair sticks in every direction on the pillow, some clinging to the beads of sweat on his forehead.

It doesn’t take long for one hand to find your hip and the other moves to your clit. You whimper when he drives slow but deep circles into your aching bundle of nerves, all while his cock grazes the spot that teeters with your release.

“Aus,” it’s a deep, uneasy breath that catches in your throat. The previous two orgasms have you tingling, barely able to contain yourself, but you haven’t had enough of him. Don’t know if you ever will.

Auston wants to thrust up into you, retake control and have you and your perfect breasts bouncing all over his cock. He also recognizes those signs of your impending orgasm, and waits, continuing to do exactly what he had been doing at the same speed as before.

“Cum for me,” Auston pads around your clit again, waiting for the soft moans and curse words to be all that is heard.

“I love you,” you murmur. Tracing the tuft of hair that runs down his abs, you clench around him, letting your release soak his cock. Within seconds of feeling you spasm around him, he is painting the inside of your walls with a sticky white seed. After a few shallow thrusts, his hands ease up, and he lets you fall into the space beside him.

Tears burn when he doesn’t say it back.

Was this just sex for him, a way to release pent up stress, nothing serious? You didn’t exactly talk about anything, once you started kissing you were both naked in minutes. And since getting naked you haven’t left his bed, tangled up in the other.

“Did you mean it?” he whispers, his voice full of hesitation, the answer threatening to ruin everything.

“Of course,” you choke back a sob, “I love you Auston, been in love with you for a while, just took me a bit to figure it out.”

Relief washes over him and is soon replaced by joy. Wide and beaming eyes, a fluttering in his stomach, his heart palpates in his chest. “I love you too YN.” Everything feels right in the world when he says that. “I love you so fucking much.”

The next five days were the best five days. You spent it cuddling, cooking, walking Felix, watching his hockey, kissing – so much kissing. He scored a hattrick and presented you with the puck in the hall. He ignored Will’s teasing and Mitch patting his shoulder, shouting, “it’s about damn time,” as he kissed you after the game. He rejected the offers for post-game drinks and dinner, instead opting to get takeout at his favourite restaurant and barely getting three bites in before kissing you again. You couldn’t your hands off him, and he couldn’t keep his dick out of you. By the time you woke up Friday you couldn’t walk right, but that only encouraged him more.

Then Sunday came. He and Felix lay on the bed, reluctantly watching you fold the couple pairs of trackpants, leggings, sweaters - all the clothes he had bought you – and tuck them neatly into his dresser.

“Stay another day,” a hint of desperation is in his words.

“My boss wasn’t thrilled that I missed Wednesday,” you reply, gently closing the final drawer. Walking over to him, you crawl into the bed beside him, falling into his warm embrace. “I can’t miss another day.”

“Move here,” he isn’t entirely joking.

“You know I can’t,” you whisper. You don’t have a job in Toronto, you also don’t have a visa required to get a job, you have a roommate you can’t exactly leave high and dry, and countless responsibilities waiting for your return. You can’t recklessly abandon your life and move to Toronto, no matter how much you want to.

“Felix will miss you,” the bernadoodle’s ears perk up upon hearing his name, before settling back in for some pets.

“I’m going to miss him too.” Flicking your eyes up to his face, your heart breaks. You’ve never seen so much turmoil before, it’s oozing out of every pore. “And you.”

The kiss is soft but halted by his heavy gulp. “How do we do this?”

“One day at a time,” you offer, gently running your nails through the scruff on his jaw.

Auston just lets go of a defeated sigh, it’s not the answer he wanted. He was hopeful of some wise words, an actual plan, maybe another weekend in which you could visit again. Any sort of inner workings of a schedule.

But this was so unexpected, you didn’t have time to process what was happening until you were standing in his kitchen kissing him. You barely remembered to book a return flight home so caught up with him and the bubble you had built in his bedroom.

There is FaceTime and snapchat, and it worked to fill the void while you were just friends, but you’re not just friends anymore. In normal circumstances the pain wouldn’t faze him, but you are far from normal to him. He finally has the piece he didn’t know he’d lost, and now he has to let it go. It could be a week, could be a month, maybe even more, he has no idea. All he knows is you’re leaving and taking a part of him out that door.

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[ original post ] [ dividers by vodika-vibes ]

Updated: 03/10/24

Where's Mommy? 2 chapters - by Steph

Skin to Skin - Cad Bane by Candy

An Honest Day's Work - Construction Boba eyyyy e////e

Goodbye, Little Soka - by bart1607

Feast - OC Talia x Wolffe oneshot?

Olom SFW Alphabet - Crystal's OC

Crack Angst with Fox, Wolffe, Plo.

Babymaking with Rex by clone-anon-after-dark

Not Letting Go - Fox Fic by kenzie

Life-changing Rodian fic #2 by @spicedrobot

Valentine Ask for Wrecker by Freesia

Post - Julie

Love It When You Hate Me - by wizardofrozz

Under the Same Night Sky - Julie / rexxdjarin

Cad Bane Alphabet - by my-sun-m00n-and-stars

Feb Prompt (had my eyes on this last time) - by JJ / @lamaenthel

Suffering In Silence - Wolffe Angst

Helpless (Boba Fett, Jango Fett)

"You Weren't Supposed To Get Hurt" (Jango Fett, Boba Fett)

Too Weak To Move (Ailyn Vel, Boba Fett)

All @sinisterexaggerator's

BDSM with the boys

TLC post-work with the boys

Whump Death with Cad Bane

Feelings with Cad Bane

-> Sex, Drugs, and Blasters - Cad Bane by my-sun-m00n-and-stars

Multi-Chapters

Lifeday - by Crystal 9K

Fate's Right Hand (3) - Cad Bane by Candy

Mimi Mirage's Memoir - Moonie ♥

In This Planetarium with You - Darth Fett

Poets and Painters Masterlist - (redo read for multichaps)

The Wolfpack Queen - OC Talia x Wolffe by reader6898 / Kayla

Where Angels Fear To Tread - plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows

Queen of Hearts - Steph 14.5k

Non-SW:

Penguins - Saren Fluff fic?

The Vakarians (Castis Vakarian Fic)

Rain on Distant Shores - ContinuousSpec

This entire Masterlist because holy fuck do I want to read dinobirds fuck nasty - Castelau / Ao3

Note to self:

The lack of Turian fic in this bitch is appalling. <- Fixed, updated with an entire masterlist of nasty dinobird fuckenings.

Please finish the list before getting more.

Update your to-read list bookmark.

Generate a proper tagging system / Abandon sheet tracker

Maybe fix your Masterlist? <- - Harr. Harr. Harr.

Survive.

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Okay, I think this is all I have on my plate before I once more lose all inhibition and self control and add more.

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hazardous-lightdas12 · 7 months

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god apollo toa rewrite longfic?

👀

Oooo this is my favorite WIP for this fandom actually! And my most ambitious one by far :p

It spawned from a little idea I had: how would you approach Apollo's character development throughout ToA if he had not been turned mortal?

It feels like so much of Apollo's character arc hinges on being a human. All the feelings he feels throughout ToA - Guilt, sadness, loss, loyalty, kinship - he excuses it away in the guise of being mortal.

Oh I totally never ever felt any of these feelings before, Apollo says. Ahaha definitely not, it's only because I am mortal now and have mortal feelings that I am experiencing this very Novel totally New feelings of Self Reflection. It Totally wouldn't happen if I were still a god hahhahahahahaaaaaaha

I'm a little skeptical of this excuse. The gods have human feelings - more human feelings than humans do sometimes, because humans have to tame said feelings, learn how to control them to fit in with each other and get along.

I wanted to write a ToA rewrite where Apollo doesn't have that justification for the Feelings he's feeling. And accepts them as part of himself and not as Lingering Leftover Things from the brief period of time that he was human.

Premise: Instead of staying to face Zeus’ wrath after the war with Gaiea, Apollo, terrified and frightened, flees Olympus to go into hiding for a few millennia until his father’s temper cools down.

Furious that he doesn’t have a scapegoat to punish, Zeus does the next best thing and punishes Apollo’s twin, Artemis instead. Her punishment? To find and hunt for her brother and bring him back in chains without the help of her hunters.

Excerpt: (please excuse the writing errors, and the awkward repeated words and phrases. this is only a first draft :p )

Apollo stares wistfully at the rising and falling tides. The moon glitters in the night sky and he aches for his sister.

“It’s only been X months, Lord Apollo” Nymph says.

Apollo hugs his knees to his chest. He thinks about Will Solace. Kayla. Austin. He thinks about his children who have died in the war. Michael, Lee - so young. He yearns to see them again.

When he comes out of hiding, they will all be long gone. The world will be different.

“I know” he says, and he mourns.

“Could Zeus’ punishment be worse?” Nymph ponders. “Than what you are inflicting upon yourself? A millennia in solitude –”

“I’m not in solitude. I’ll have you guys –”

“ – without mortal lovers, without being able to see your children, your sister…”

“Zeus will think of something terrible, I am certain of it.” Apollo states. “He is very stringent on rules and how many times you will get away with breaking them. Three strikes and you’re out.”

“Isn’t that baseball?”

#myfics #Apollo #woo I am very excited for this one #it is one of my very very few wips which hasn't even come out of the outline stage yet :p #it is very ambitious #les asks #hazposts

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thepiratefish · 7 months

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MvT SHIP NAMES!!

Tayrun x Kayla: Sci-Fantasy / Feild Journal

Benny x Champange: Sharpange / Dark Sharpange / Chartreuse / Bampange / Chenny / Dr.Mech / Mechosaur

Vasillia x Heath: Thundercat / Jaguars Bolt

Kate x Mara: Strays / Anemone Flowers / Demon Blade

Kate x Sterling: Starlight / Comets / Battleflame / Unkillable Retrievers

Ulitus x derrible: Sea-Beast / Captians Recruit / Captians Salt Divinebeast / Bookbeast

Fear x Dresden: Withered Viloets / Dead spark

(Inspired by Moon-pizzaV) Benny x Champange x Harold: Comedic Timing / Bickering Flowers / Commercial Break

Kate x Sterling x Mara: Camping / Starlight Sky

Mara x Astra: Hate noise

Astra x Kate x Mara: Midnight Tradgedy

Dresden x Jack bright / Sir Jack bright Cavern Chaos / Bright in darkness / Glowstone / Rock Metal

Alexsis x Dresden: Rocky road / Ragdoll

Jake x Anna: Greenlink

Heath x Voslo:

LightningCrafts

Clayton x Bustar:

Snow Leopard

Harold x Champange:

Whisky

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mistresskayla-blog1 · 12 days

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Tooth First Into Her

Characters: Ray Levine x OC werewolf Jesula Paul

Lyn's Writing Event - Challenge Days - Day 30 (late submission)

May 30th: Challenge Days: Chupacabra

Characters: Ray Levine x OC Haitian Fem werewolf – Jesula Paul

Fandom: Richard Armitage – Ray Levine – Stay Close

The character of Ray Levine was created by Harlan Coben

The character of Jesula Paul was created by Kayla B Crowe

Word Count: 1.9k (P1)

Warnings: werewolf, shapeshifting, potential smut, chupacabra, blood thirst, full moon, goat death,

Location: Haiti, Caribbean (Insulated fantasy timeline)

The Chupacabra legend dates back to the 1980s when they were started to be seen in Puerto Rico, but many accounts from the local’s date earlier, as well as farther reaching. All through the Caribbean and even as far south as Chile, and as far north as Maine. The legend states that sightings of a dog like creature that fed off the goats, draining them of their blood like a vampire. Ray caught a whiff of this legend, and like many other expeditions he had been on, post Callie, he wanted to see this thing for himself. He booked a flight and headed for a sighting a message board said was “fresh” and “hot” in Haiti. Ray knew whatever he found down in Haiti would be worth the trip.

The message board accounts talked about likelihood during a full moon, so Ray made sure he landed and stayed for the duration of that event, four days in the warmth, sun and spirit of the islands. It was mid may in Haiti, the full moon fell on the evening of the 22nd. Ray flew in that afternoon from Newark, and about a day later he arrived in Port Au Prince, to a balmy 90 degrees, making him shed everything but a t-shirt when he got off the plane. And furthermore wish he owned more than 2 pairs of jeans. He popped into the shop and grabbed some cargo khaki shorts and kind of chortled at them, remembering the last time he wore khaki, in the desert with Simona. Glad to be out of the fray, and into something else, even if it was a wild goose chase by all accounts. Ray didn’t mind, he wanted to find the truth of the mysteries, stir up the natives and see what his lens could pick up.

Ray checked into his hotel room and dropped his stuff, looking out to the sea. A bar sat along the edge of the beach, so he took a little walk down to it. Music was playing an island tune, the kind that made you want to pull someone onto a dance floor and hold them close. Ray looked over at a young couple, doing just that, he snapped a couple shots and smiled in kind. The girl’s young face was etched along the chest of her lover’s shirt, framed in the light of the sunset. The sky against the lapping shore was bigger than he had ever seen in New Jersey. The night fell fast and after a few beers Ray could watch the moon rise from the sea like a Goddess just missing her lover in rendezvous. He caught what he could with his lens, and then just stared out into the reflections, and listened to the waves crash against the shore.

A women came into view, she was clad in skirts, and a hair wrap, that made her head billow against the moon sitting on the water. Her shadow, an etching upon its face. Ray started snapping again, from afar. Hypnotized by her form as it trailed farther and farther down the beach, until she was just a spec against the looming darkness of the jungle. He swears he could smell her on the wind, as it came towards him. Some kind of rich, earthy scent, that mixed with the sea breeze in an heady manner. It electrified him away from the bar and down the shoreline to the water.

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Jesula decided to take a walk on the beach that night, her hunger sated from some fresh local fare, she had found in the Port, by a little shack. It was getting late and the moon was rising. Another opportunity to test her mettle and see if she could change. She had become a loner because of her tribe’s rejection, and Jesula wanted more than anything to just know her true power, so she could go back to them. The life of a werewolf could be a lonely one, if you didn’t have your tribe to fall back on. Jesula wore her head wrapped, to conceal, as her ears started to punch through her thick black hair, when the moon rose to its place above the water. Her tail protruded from under her skirts, and started to sway with her hips as she walked.

She had the hunger that was for sure. In more ways than one, but Jesula had not been with anyone, since she was born into this awareness. The thought of laying with another werewolf terrified her, would she like it, would he lose control? She had heard stories, but what about if it was a human man? What if she changed him, then would it be easier? Could it be controlled? Too many questions and not enough answers. Jesula kept walking down the shoreline, focusing on her thoughts, and the taste of blood still in her mouth. She knew no matter what, men would taste different than goats.

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Ray trailed after her a little while, until he reached the edge of a rock face, and did not see her anywhere, but that scent still lingered in the rustling of the palm fronds. Hitting his senses and motivating him further. Ray walked into the jungle’s edge, in the dark, barely enough light from the resort to help him. The streetlights were further away, and as the scent drifted away, he felt himself fade as well. Ray stopped and shaking off his wanderlust, he turned around and headed back to the hotel.

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The next morning, Ray was, as usual passed out in his clothes in his bed, face first like a teenager. He rolled over, the breeze from his room coming through the natural windows. It was already humid today, and Ray peeled himself off his sheets and stumbled into a shower of cooler water. A little shave, and a fresh shirt, shorts, and oh lord, a pair of sandals. He was looking like a tourist for sure now, he chuckled to himself. “Oh if Fester could see me now” he said aloud.

Ray went into the hotel shop again, looking for some snacks and a map of the area, and stumbled upon a little semblance of bottles on a quaint display. He pulled one out, and read the label, “Vetiver”, he said as he read the bottle. He opened the stopper and took a whiff, yep, that was what he smelled last night on his patio. It flowed in the air as he watched the full moon rise. It was lemony, woody, and earthy with a smoky undertone, bred from the grounds, the rich earth of the region and just as potent as anything else he had imagined before stepping foot here. Just as potent as that woman on the beach last night, her siren’s call that propelled him down the shoreline to her. He hoped her ran into her again, at some point, even if its only at night. Ray paid for the map, some crisps, and the bottle, and headed down the streets towards a village called Petion-Ville.

Ray walked for about an hour, taking in the bright buildings, people and culture. His camera a flurry of clicks as life happened all around him that morning. He found an art gallery and stepped inside. The Galerie d’Art Nader, is a local gallery of artists. Ray looked around at all the fabulous local color, all the art and feeling inspired, he attempted to leave the Galerie and smelled the woman from the night before. This time he heard the lilt of a woman to the scent, and when he turned towards that sound, he saw her looking right at him. She was talking to someone else, but her sharp lavender eyes against her chocolate skin took his breath away. She didn’t smile at him, not right away, just held his gaze. She finished talking to the other woman he assumed was the owner and stepped towards him boldly.

“Is there anything that interests you?” Jesula asked.

Ray was momentarily stunned, he looked down at his camera, and then back up to her, “Oh, um, yes, but no. I wouldn’t have a place to put it. My walls are already full, but everything here, (he looked around before his eyes landed back on her) is beautiful.”

Jesula felt the heat on her neck when he locked eyes with her again. Something about him was different. She smiled a bit, “Thank you, my friend, owns this place, she is very proud to have so many local artists here.” She pointed to his camera, “Are you an artist as well?”

Ray looked at his camera again, putting the cap back on, “Oh, yeah. Of course. But I don’t paint, that is different type of creation. I am more of a documentarian. Observing life and then capturing it”. He thrust his hand out in the traditional fashion, and she took it, softly in her own. That electric motivation surged when they touched, and both of them felt it. They both visibly twitched and then retreated their mutual hands. “My name is Ray”, Ray said, Jesula looked up at his gaze again, “I am Jesula.” Putting her hand to her chest, fumbling with an amulet around her neck.

Ray found his boldness again, and asked curiously, “Are you working here, or can we, get a coffee?” He kind of chuckled because he wasn’t sure if he was messing up a custom or anything.

Jesula nodded, “We can go get some drinks, sure, let me just let her know I’m leaving.” Jesula walked away, her skirts swooshing, he noticed then some other bells were jingling on her hips. She made music as she moved, that was very attractive to his senses as well. Jesula swished back, and Ray put his hand out to escort her out. She giggled at him, lightly amused, and led him across the streets to the café. They sat down and engaged in conversation for a while, musing at each other, and the heat grew between them as the day grew warmer around them.

Leaving nothing up to chance, Ray asked her out to dinner later in the evening. Jesula accepted and offered to meet him at the bar by the Marriott where he was staying. Ray left her at the café and went back towards his hotel, taking a taxi this time. Jesula had given him some pointers on the best way to use a taxi in Port Au Prince. He was grateful when he was dropped off efficiently and with most of his cash still in his pocket.

Ray logged into his computer when he got back to his room and checked the message boards. Sure enough, someone had been tracking him, and said, “did you see the goat deaths in the area are higher during the full moon? Maybe that’s the connection.” Ray spoke out loud to the screen, “So I’m looking for goats?” he laughed. He typed that as he said it. The message chimed back, “No, but where they have loss, you will be on the trail to catch the infamous Chupacabra.” They are known to feast on the blood of goats, its what started the legend. Fay nodded, “I’ll let you know what I find.” He logged off and closed his laptop. Ticking his hands on the desk. He looked around the room, checking the time on the bedside clock. “So now what do I do?” he said to an empty room.

Part 2…planned. dripping in soon.

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