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So High School

Inspired by the song "So High School" by Taylor Swift

Athlete Rafe Cameron x Scholarly Reader

Summary: He knows how to ball, you know Aristotle

Warnings: Jealousy, Dry-Humping, Fluff, Not Proofread

Word Count: 4,638

A/N: Re-upload because I wanted to add a bit of spice and a few more elements inspired by the song. And I wanted to clarify that the Rafe here is heavily inspired by Zach Maclaren

You’ve never considered yourself as a cliche. You did love to read, watch, and think about cliches, you would sigh longingly when you see the differing variations be reproduced in media. The kisses in the rain, the jocks getting with the nerds, the popular girls kissing the geeky boys. All of them were great in theory, but you could never see yourself taking part in one of them. Not until you met him. Rafe Cameron.

You’ve never had a high school romance, nothing that even resembled it. If you recall your high school days, nothing remote to a teenage romance was achieved. You went to balls without a date, only the company of your friends; no flings were made nor ambiguous relationships achieved and could be added to your trophy case. You were not even certain you had a crush— sure, you would find someone attractive, but not so much that you would look forward each day to seeing them in the halls or classroom. It sounds horrid and sad now that you say it out loud or when you share it with any of your uni friends, but you truly did not mind. You were just not destined to have a high school romance.

In truth, you preferred it that way. You’d rather avoid immature attachments. The shallow jealousy and petty fights you had witnessed over and over again. However, you were always curious about how they felt. How did it feel to look forward to going to school to see the one you liked or even loved? How did it feel to be a blushing mess just because they glanced back at you? What did it feel like to hold the person you wanted’s hand as you walked down the hall? What was it like to have your friends tease you for being so love-struck that it went straight to your heads? How does it feel to be down bad for someone while still being filled with the naivety of youth? But you suppose you don’t have to wonder at all anymore. The cliche things they say in the movies; your stomach filled with butterflies, your heart pounding hard on your chest, your skin tingling with electricity— you thought were just exaggerated reactions, romanticizing further the romances they produce, but they were right. Those are the exact things you felt with Rafe.

You never saw him coming. He was an exchange student from the States, admitted into your university’s football team. He was a few years older, but with his commitment to the sport, he was taken back a few years and started off in the second year. He was your seatmate on the third day of class of the term. He took a seat by your right and sheepishly asked you for a pen at the start of the lecture. You were set to mind your own business, lend him the pen, and focus on the lecture, but you could not help but notice him leaning closer to you, trying to copy down the notes you typed furiously on your laptop. You thought twice before you decided to be a good samaritan, shifting your laptop screen more clearly toward his view.

You tried not to get in between him and the professor as he was grilled to answer a question about Aristotle’s Poetics, the whole class’ eyes upon him as he stuttered and flailed to answer the lecturer’s question. You sighed and bit your lip, quickly typing up the answer as he was being shamed by your professor for not doing the readings. You tugged at the hem of his shirt, motioning for him to look at the screen and recite out loud the answer you had written. “Thank you,” Rafe whispered, leaning closer to you, who saved him from further embarrassment. You just nodded, but Rafe did not return to his place; he kept the rather close proximity of the both of you for the rest of the class. You just took his actions as his way of copying more of your notes.

When the class ended, you quickly gathered your things and tried to exit the lecture hall, but Rafe blocked your way. “I’m Rafe, by the way,” he introduced himself, letting out his hand for you to shake. You did, and he swore he felt electricity at your touch; you, too had felt it but mistook it for static. You quickly introduced yourself and tried to sidestep to get to your next class, but he was quick to block you again. “I just wanted to say thank you again,” Rafe said, trying to catch your eye, but it kept flying towards the door. You flash him a small and almost forced smile, “It’s just recitation. It’s no problem.” You said and finally looked him in the eyes. You felt your heart stutter at the smile that crossed his lips, and you once again mistook it for something else, anxiety, perhaps that you might be late to your next class that was all the way on the other side of the campus in a building without an elevator and your classroom conveniently placed on the top floor.

That was when you noticed that Rafe had still not let go of your hand, nor did he have the intention of letting you go too quickly. “I’m sorry, not to be rude or anything, but I really have to go to my next class,” you say, the tone of your voice a bit frantic so he’d buy into the guilt and finally let go of your hand. Rafe bit his tongue to prevent a grin from slipping his lips; you had the most melodious voice and the most adorable accent he heard while he stayed in your country. “Yeah, no problem… see you next week,” Rafe finally unblocked your path and let go of your hand, watching as you hastily walked out of the classroom, leaving him grinning at himself like a fool.

You were walking down the halls of your university the next day. Your headphones covered your ears and made you a tad oblivious to the surroundings around you. Rafe caught you by the side of his eye, and quickly ended the conversation he was having with his friends to get to you. He was calling your name, avoiding the sea of students who were venturing to their next class. Everyone’s head turned to him, their attention on him as he called for you, but you were oblivious to him. Rafe finally caught up behind you, grabbing the headband of your headphones to finally get your attention. You yelped in surprise at the sudden actions, turning behind you, ready to take the blow of your attacker, but you were only met with Rafe, who had an amused grin by our wide-eyed and startled state.

You breathe out a quiet sigh of relief when you realize it was not a complete stranger who had done that abrupt and rather rude action. You watch with a slight furrow in your brow as Rafe wears your headphones, momentarily listening to the song you were listening to. “What is this?” He asked with a confused look, “Patti Smith,” You answered as he returned to you your headphones. “Never heard of him,” Rafe shrugged, and you bit your tongue, “He’s a she,” You said and looked around the corridor only to realize that the two of you stood by the middle of it. Earning curious and even annoyed glances from other students because you and Rafe obstructed the pathway. You stepped to the side, and Rafe followed; you looked up at him in curiosity, “Did you need something?” You asked, wanting an explanation from him for startling you in the middle of the hallway.

“I…” Rafe trailed, not truly having a concrete reason for calling for you. “Uh… where are you going?” He asked instead, and you felt your brows twitch into a quick frown before you recomposed your expression. “The library,” you say, and he nods. “Come on, then,” He said, taking hold of the handle of your shoulder bag and carrying it for you. Your lips agape, not at all certain what is happening; you watch him walk a few steps forward, but he stops in his tracks and turns to you. “You might wanna lead the way; I’m kinda new here,” You bit your lip as you wanted to laugh. You nodded, and the two of you walked side by side on the way to the library.

“What’s your degree?” You asked him as you walked through the hallowed halls of your university. Rafe still carried your bag, and you could not help but notice the curious glances pointed at the two of you. “Finance,” you nodded but grew rather curious as to what he was doing in your literature class, so you then proceeded to ask him the question swirling in your mind. “Oh… I ran out of units; either I take that class or be underloaded,” he shrugged and opened the door of the library for you. “So you have no idea nor interest about what we were talking about the other day?” You asked and felt your stomach weirdly twist when he pulled out the chair for you and assisted you to sit. “Not really, no,” He said and took a seat across from you. “Thanks again, by the way, for giving me the answer,” Rafe said in gratitude once more. You flashed a quick smile and took your bag from him, taking out the readings for your other class. It took a few minutes of you reading your course material before you realized that Rafe was just sitting there, watching you. “Don’t you have any requirements to do?” You asked him, eyes locking with clear ocean blue ones. “Nope,” he shook his head, his lips popping the ‘p.’

“Then what are you doing here…?” You asked. Rafe refrained from letting his grin turn wider. He just shrugged and watched you furrow your brows; a cute little pout of confusion appeared on your lips. He was uncertain if you were truly oblivious or just pretending to be. What was supposed to be a productive day of reading and staying above your requirements turned into a day of laughing fits and jokes. You both tried to stifle your laughs caused by your random conversations and anecdotes, but it was proven impossible, resulting in both of you being ushered out of the library. “Oh god—“ You laughed as you recalled the stern look of the librarian as they pushed you and Rafe out. In other circumstances, you might have died in embarrassment for having to be escorted out of the library, but somehow, right now, you felt thrilled.

Rafe watched you as your laughs died down. His gaze studied the crinkle on your nose and the sides of your eyes, the way you would bite down on your lip to stifle them, but it would be to no avail because your melodious laughs still blessed his ears. “Do you want to go to grab lunch?” Rafe suddenly asked, and your laughs finally halted. You looked up at him, his expecting gaze on you, hopefulness in his ocean-blue eyes that you could not shatter. You smiled and nodded, your heart stuttering when he took the bag on your shoulder once more. His warm hand brushes with your skin, causing a jolt of electricity in you that you never thought could happen. You followed him out of campus, your mind in a hazy battlefield as to where this was leading.

You bit your lip as Rafe waved at you during their practice; you could barely make out his face through the obstruction of his helmet, but you would guess there was a boyish grin on his lips. It had been a week since the incident in the library, and quickly after that, you two found a deeper understanding between each other. You realize the cliche they insisted upon that said ‘you'll find love when you least expect it’ was quite true. You never expect to meet anyone like Rafe.

“There you are,” you hear your friend arrive, having him see you on the football field because he needed to brow your notes for a class. “What are you even doing here? I practically had to drag you here the last time I wanted to watch a game,” He asked in deep confusion, entirely uncharacteristic of you to be by the field. “Uhm…” you trailed, not having told him about Rafe yet. “I met someone,” You started, watching as his eyes grew wide in surprise. “A player?” He asked, and you nodded, “Which one?” He asked in great interest. You squinted your eyes and looked for Rafe’s number, not wanting to have to point. “The one from the States!? You’re dating a Yank?” He asked as if it was a scandal. “A Yank? Seriously? They’ve stopped calling Americans that for almost a century,” You said, trying not to laugh.

Rafe turned to you, surprised you were no longer alone on the benches. Instead, you were laughing along with some dude who sat a bit closer to you. It made him rather… curious. A good alternative feeling as he did not want to overstep with his emotions and admit to himself that he was quick to grow jealous. “Hey, good game, mate,” Rafe’s teammate complimented and clapped his back, and he returned the compliment, but he could not help but notice that his teammate’s gaze was flying over to you. “What is it?” Rafe asked as he removed his gloves, "Are you… with her?” He asked hesitantly, and Rafe turned to you, who was still enveloped in conversation with the man who was a stranger to him.

“Yes.” He said even though it was too soon and neither of you had a discussion about where the week of dates you two went on would lead. Rafe watched as his teammate’s brows shot up in surprise. “Do you know her?” Rafe asked, and his teammate nodded. “Yeah, I went to secondary school with her,” He said, and Rafe was in the midst of thinking another question to ask when his teammate spoke once more. “Good luck to you; the word is she has very high standards. A bit stuck up if you ask the other lads in our school.” His teammate and Rafe frowned in confusion. “What?” He asked, “Yeah. She was notorious in our school for being the girl no one could get. A lot of blokes fancied her rotten, but not once did she pay them mind. She was never in any relationships or flings, for that matter— and if I remember correctly, she did not even take a date to the balls.” Rafe’s teammate explained, his gaze flying to you, remembering how the boys at your school would always follow you around or try to get your attention, but you’ve always ignored them. “Anyway, congrats to you, I guess. Never knew her type were Yanks,” Rafe heard his teammate mutter and once again clapped his back before leaving.

You turn away from your friend as you hear Rafe approaching, flashing him your beaming smile that you only bestowed upon the most deserving of people. You’ve only known him a week, but you felt that your genuine smile was made to be pointed at him and as well be caused by him. “You ready to go?” Rafe asked, ignoring the presence of the guy who sat next to you because he knew himself, and if he acknowledged the guy next to you, his jealousy might shine through. “Uh… yeah, this is my friend, by the way,” You say as you see Rafe was a bit reserved at the moment. “Hey,” your friend greeted and stretched out his hand for Rafe to shake, “Hey,” he muttered and barely turned to your friend. There was a pause of steely, awkward silence that you were not certain the cause of. “I’m gonna go… thanks for the notes,” Your friend quickly excused himself, and you turned to Rafe. “Are you okay?” You asked, and you heard him let out a grieved exhale. “Uh, yeah, just tired,” he fibbed, not wanting to bring out the subject of his jealousy that was quick to stew.

“Oh, that’s a pity. My friend you’ve just met— he and his boyfriend are throwing a party tonight and I was gonna ask you if you wanted to come. But if you need to rest, that’s completely fine,” You said and watched as his lips agape slightly, “He… he has a boyfriend?” He asked slowly, realizing his jealousy was completely out of place. “Erm, yeah, why?” You asked and found it odd how the almost grumpy expression on his face quickly turned into a smile. “Nothing. Of course I’ll come with you to the party,” Rafe smiled and draped his arm around your shoulder as you two walked off the stands.

You came to the party with the thought that perhaps you could help Rafe mingle with the others in your year. He could find other friends in this foreign land, but as cliche as it was, you two were lost in each other. Everything faded, and all the two of you could focus on was each other. It was later in the night when you and Rafe’s close proximity was interrupted by your friend. “Come on, we’re going to play spin the bottle,” Your friend pulled at you, who reluctantly stood and stepped away from Rafe. “Spin the bottle? Isn’t that a bit juvenile?” You asked as you were forced to sit on the floor; Rafe was being led by your friend’s significant other to sit across from you. He flashed you his charming smile. You bit your tongue to not let the giddiness in you shine through.

“Rules first,” Your friend replied. “As always, whoever the bottle lands to, you must kiss that person, but if you do not want to, you can play for truth or dare. Your friend says, and all in the circle nod. “Okay then. Who goes first?” Rafe asked, and you turned to your friend, “Well, seeing you are the guest here in our lovely land, you get the honor to go first,” Rafe shrugged and smirked, leaning forward to spin the bottle and prayed that it would land on you, it didn’t. You turned to where the bottle pointed to a girl from your secondary school who licked her lips and looked positively excited at the prospect of kissing Rafe. You bit your lip and sat quietly in your seat, making sure that your face was rid of any reaction.

Rafe warily shifted his gaze between you and the girl, “I’ll do a truth,” he announced and saw from the corner of his eyes as the strange girl pouted and her shoulders deflated in rejection. “A truth it is,” Your friend said; there was a quick silence whilst he thought of a question. “Why did you choose truth?” They asked Rafe, and you fiddled with your fingers, raising your gaze towards the boy you had been seeing for the past week but had no label to call him. “Just… just didn’t want a kiss,” He shrugged, his gaze flying to you, who quickly avoided his. “Okay then, next,” Your friend said, and you waited for your turn, already knowing in yourself you’d skip the kiss part if it did not land on Rafe.

“Truth or dare?” You were asked and paused for a moment. Usually, you would quickly pick ‘truth’, not having the nerves to choose the other option, but somehow, right now, you were leaning towards picking ‘dare’, so that is what you had done. You hear ‘oohs’ from your friends, surprised by your boldness. “Dare, then. Okay… I dare you to kiss the person you fancy in this circle the most,” Someone cruelly said, and your eyes widened, cheeks blooming with color as you quickly regretted your choice. “No! I chose ‘dare’ to skip the kissing part! That’s unfair,” You countered, but they only shrugged and replied with “Rules are rules,”

You pursed your lips and looked around the circle. You already knew who you wanted to kiss, but you lacked the courage to do so. “Okay, everyone, close your eyes, and you pick who you want to kiss,” Your friend decided, showing you kindness, for he knew that the situation was quite too much for you. Rafe chewed on his cheeks, heart beating loudly in his chest, praying to anyone who would hear that you would choose him.

You took a deep breath and glanced as everyone had their eyes closed. You gathered whatever courage and nerve you had to stand from your seat and lean closer to Rafe. Admiring his handsome face for a moment before placing a quick, chaste kiss at the corner of his lips. You feel him twitch in surprise, and you quickly return to your seat as he opens his ocean-blue eyes. His lips were agape in shock, and he was being tugged into a wide smile that showcased his dimples. His eyes crinkled as he beamed at you, filled with romantic giddiness. The game went through a few more rounds until everyone eventually got bored, and you and Rafe were left in each other’s company once more.

The music was blaring; the chatter was loud, but not a single noise was heard by the two of you as you had been enveloped in conversation. You quickly grew entranced by how random your topics were. It could be a deep, philosophical engagement, one where you were both perplexed and engrossed by the subject, then the next, you were clutching your stomach because you were laughing so hard at one of his jokes.

“Where’d everybody go?” Rafe suddenly asked as he reluctantly rested his gaze on anything else other than you. Your lips agape as you saw the flat was cleared out, the remnants of the party and the mess it caused still present but not those who had caused it. You let out a bubbling laugh as you two were now the only ones present; not even the hosts of the party could be accounted for. “We should probably go home, huh,” You say, your eyes shifting between Rafe’s gaze and the floor that was riddled with confetti and spilled drinks. “Yeah, come on, I’ll walk you home,” He said as he stood, reaching out his hand for you to take as he assisted you to stand.

“Rafe,” You called as you two stood by the entrance of your flat. “Yes, pretty girl?” He asked with a grin, and you bit your lip to hinder yourself from grinning like a lovestruck fool. You took a deep breath before you spoke, “Not to sound so high school, but I… I really like you,” You confessed. You did not know how to relay how you felt seeing he was the first one to spur this type of giddiness in you. You gazed up at him, watching as his eyes twinkled with mirth and the smile on his lips widened. You held your breath as he leaned in and kissed your lips. It was a chaste kiss, just like the one earlier, but it was still capable of leaving you both grinning.

Your eyes alight with newfound affection as you and he stood below the pale moonlight. You sighed happily as Rafe placed his warm hand on your cheek, caressing your skin before ultimately leaning in to kiss you once more. A different, more fervent, and deeper kind of kiss than the first one shared. You feel your heart flutter and your body turn warm as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush towards him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him downwards to your height, feeling him smirk against your lips.

When you parted for air, you bit your lip as a wide, cheek-aching smile spread upon it. “I think like you more,” He said against your lips. You knew it was a line, a cheesy one at that, but your stomach flipped in violent delight, and you stood on your toes to feel his lips against yours again. “Do… do you wanna go in?” You asked him as your lips parted again, your mind spinning from the way he kissed you and pulled on your waist. “Yes,” he said a bit too eagerly, the tips of his ears growing red a he realized the slight desperation in his voice, but you simply found it endearing.

When in the privacy of your flat, you grinned against Rafe’s lips as he gently pushed you against the wall, his large frame flushed against yours. Your fingers reached to run themselves through his hair as his hands on your waist strayed hesitantly higher. “You sighed as his lips moved to place kisses on your neck, “I hope you know I didn’t offer to walk you home for this,” Rafe sighed against your neck, breathing deeply your scent as his need for you bulged painfully in his jeans. “I know,” You smiled and whimpered as you felt him nip your skin.

You were not certain if you should warn him of the truth that you’ve never done anything such as this and that you have never reached this level of intimacy with anyone. But you swallowed the words as you feared you would run him away. You gasped as Rafe effortlessly hoisted you on his waist. Your mind spun as he deeply kissed you and led you to your sofa, him sitting on the cushion and you straddling his waist. You panted as you felt his need against your core.

Rafe swallowed thickly as he gazed at you, your lips swollen and eyes filled with need for him. “I… I don’t have protection,” He sheepishly, regrettably said, and you could blink. “Oh,” Was all you could say, uncertain if you should move from the position you both were in even though your body screamed for you to stay put. “I’m sorry, I—“ He started to speak, and you shook your head, “No, don’t be,” You rested your palm on his chest and felt the erratic beating of his heart, a rhythm that matched yours. Rafe took in a deep breath and lowered his gaze as if in shame; you chewed on your lip and spoke. “Maybe uhm… maybe we could do something else?”

“Like what?” He asked hesitantly; you couldn’t really verbalize your intent, so instead, you showed it to him. Rafe’s jaw slacked as you started to grind your hips, your core rubbing against his length. You hid your face in the crook of his neck and placed small kisses on his skin as you tried to stifle your sighs of pleasure.

Rafe’s hands found home at your rear, guiding and aiding your movements. Rafe let out a hiss as he felt himself quickly be led to climax. You finally vocalized your moans as you, too, were on the precipice of your peak; your hand moved to grip Rafe’s dark blonde locks as you came, calling his name. Rafe moved to take your face into his hands and intertwine your lips as he came undone, his seed spilling out in his trousers. He never thought he could come undone so harshly with ought actually being touched by someone.

When your lips parted, and the hazy want in you subsided, you grinned widely at Rafe, who let out an amused breath. The both of you stayed silent, but Rafe’s thoughts screamed loudly in his head. Would it be cliché of him to say that he had fallen so quickly? That seeing you in the lecture hall was love at first sight, and now, even only knowing you for only a short time, he knew you were the one.

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mother’s day | S.MG

"it’s so sweet, knowing that you love me." — sweet, cigarettes after sex

—✫ pairing: husband! mingi x f! reader

—✫ genre: fluff, song mingi, one shot, mother’s day au, family, holidays

—✫ synopsis: being a wife wasn’t always easy, but being with mingi made it worthwhile. as you both had the day off, he decided to surprise you despite you not being a mom. however, he’ll always consider you the mom of his beloved cat, anpu.

—✫ wc: 2k

[warnings]: pure fluff on crack! mentions of miscarriage, pet names (doll, babe, my love)

—✫ a/n: wrote this as a surprise for my bby @dvrktvnnel! the mingi to my wooyoung <3 and yes, this is why i asked you about the cat AND the name hehe. ily soonie !

You woke up to the feeling of something fuzzy rubbing against your neck, startling you out of your sleep. You look down, only to be met with an orange kitten eyeing you softly.

Anpu.

You smiled softly, petting him as you greeting him a good morning. Looking over, you noticed the empty side of the bed causing your eyebrows to furrow. It was unlikely that your husband wasn’t by your side when you woke up on the weekends. You sat up, yawning as you stretched your limbs.

“Where’s papa?” you spoke to him softly, petting the kitten once again.

A small whiff of pancakes flew under your nose, perking your ears up as you wondered where it came from. Your stomach rumbled, making you slightly embarrassed at how hungry you were immediately out of your slumber. You heard small footsteps that slowly grew in sound as it approached your room, making Anpu run toward the end of the bed.

“Breakfast is served.”

Your eyes met Mingi’s as he smiled at you lovingly. He held a tray of fluffy pancakes, topped with fruits and syrup. Two small glasses of orange juice and coffee sat beside the plate as well as a mini bowl of oatmeal occupied the farther side.

Your eyes widened as he walked over to your bedside, setting the stand in front of you. He placed his hand against your cheek, leaning down to kiss your forehead. Your face flushed with red as he hovered over you, lost for words.

“Happy Mother’s Day, babe.” he spoke, walking over to your shared closet as he shuffled through.

You picked up the fork, cutting through the pancake and taking a bite. A hummed echoed from you as you savored the bite. You knew Mingi could cook, but this? It was way out of the ordinary for him as you were usually the one who made breakfast for you two.

“Mother’s Day? I’m not a mom.” you muttered through your food.

Mingi shook his head at you, laughing to himself. He turned and pointed to Anpu.

“Ah, ah, ah. You literally have a baby son right here!”

You bursted out into laughter, holding your stomach as it hurt from laughing to much. Mingi pouted at you, turning his back to you once again as he shuffled through the closet.

“Okay, okay. Anpu is our kid, Mings.”

Mingi scoffed at your comment, shrugging you off as you continued to eat your breakfast. Mingi turned back to you, seeing you had pretty much finished everything on the tray.

“Seems like someone enjoyed their food, huh?”

You looked up to see Mingi walking back over to you with clothes in his hands. He held a yellow sundress. The neck was squared and had ruffled short sleeved along with a small white bow sewed into the neckline. A small slit came up the side. In his other hand, he held a pair of white flats that had two small bowls at the back.

You tilted your head at him, smirking softly as you finished the remaining oatmeal that sat in the bowl.

“Is this for me to wear?” you asked, giggling softly.

He nodded proudly, placing it on the bed. He walked over to the dresser, beginning to dig into your box of jewelry that was placed on it. He pulled out a small pearl necklace as well as a gold locket, which held a picture of you two inside. He placed them outside of the box, ready for you to put on.

“And put these on with it too. When you’re done getting ready, come out to the garden. I have a surprise for you.”

Mingi smiled at you, his eyes smiling with it. He picked the empty tray up off the bed, walking toward the door as he left you in a confused daze.

“A surprise??” you called out.

He turned to you, chuckling to himself softly as he began to close the door. Nodding toward you, he used his free hand to brush his blonde locks out of his face.

“Yes. Are you gonna keep looking at me like a doll, or would you rather look like one?”

You snickered, rolling your eyes playfully at his joke as he left the room. Your eyes fell to the dress he laid out for you on the bed, making a smile creep on your face at the thought of him picking the outfit for you. However, you just wondered why?

You finished up your hair and applied a soft pink lipgloss to complete your makeup. Anpu sat closely on the dresser as he observed you, always keeping you company when Mingi wasn’t around.

You grabbed a small gift that was wrapped in a pink bow and white wrapping paper, placing it into the pocket of your dress. Although it was Mother’s Day, you still wanted to get Mingi something as well to thank him for everything he does for you. You were lucky your dress had pockets to hide it from him.

You sulked sadly looking at Anpu. The last time you got dressed up like this for Mother’s Day only brought you bad luck. Around this same time last year, you were pregnant with your first child, but a year ago today, you lost that same child in a miscarriage. Between the big move and visits to the hospital, it took a huge toll on your mental health. Which in the end, caused stress took the baby.

“You look beautiful.”

A soft low voice made your heart jump, causing you to turn your head to the door. Mingi stood there admiring you, a large smile plastered onto his face. Your face flushed red as he focused his eyes on you. He noticed you stuck in your thoughts, making him tilt your head at you.

“Hey,” he paused, walking over to you and kneeling to meet your eye level. “It’s okay, it wasn’t your fault.”

You looked away from his concerned gaze, trying to force a smile. His hand came up to your chin, turning you to look at him. He gave you a small smile of reassurance.

“Things happen for a reason, doll. We’ll have another chance. I promise.”

He took your hands in his own to get you to stand. You nodded at his words, feeling your heart tug softly at the worries that washed over you. He was right, it wasn’t your fault, though you couldn’t help but feel like it was. If only you were more careful with how much stress you placed on your body, you would’ve been celebrating with a baby today.

He softly placed your other hand over your eyes, staying close to you so that you wouldn’t lose your balance.

“C’mon, you have a surprise waiting for you.”

Entangling his hand in yours, he guided you through the home and toward the backyard, where the big surprise awaited you. A ball of nervousness filled your stomach, as this was very sudden and you weren’t sure of what to expect from Mingi.

“Okay, open your eyes.” he spoke cautiously, trying not to startle you with his deep voice.

You took a deep breath and open your eyes, unprepared for the sight before you. A large white gazebo sat in the middle of your backyard with a path of grey stones leading to it. Flowers hung from its ceiling as well as down the posts of the gazebo to give it more of a garden feel. It was beautiful, jaw dropping and you had no idea of how to respond.

Mingi grabbed your hand as you both walked toward the gazebo. On your way there, you noticed small spots of flowers planted in the ground, as well as garden lights which would be more visible at night time. You both stood in the middle of the gazebo as you continued to be in a daze about everything around you.

“So? What do you think?”

His words broke you out of your thoughts as your gaze settled back onto him. You smiled shyly at him, pulling him into a hug. He quickly wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you softly.

“I love it. Thank you Mingi.” you mumbled.

Pulling away from the hug, he smiled at you as he rubbed his head. His face flushed red from embarrassment.

“Do you? I know you’ve really been wanting a gazebo ever since we moved into this home.” He took hold of your hands again, placing a small kiss against your forehead.

“For the baby.” you muttered, your voice trailing off.

He shook his head, trying his best to distract you from the thoughts of your miscarriage.

“For whatever comes our way, my love.” he replied.

You nodded, feeling content with his sweet gift to you. All the time it must’ve took to put everything together, how much planning and money must’ve went into it. It made you think when he could’ve gotten it built, being that you frequently go out to the garden to attend to your plants. However being that this time of month was very vulnerable to you, it’s been a struggle to even get out the house.

“Mingi.” you spoke, looking up at him.

He tilted his head at you, wondering what you might been pondering about. You hesitated for a moment, coming to the conclusion that now is better than ever to hand him his gift. You dug into your pocket, pulling the small wrapped gift out as you held it in your hands.

“I know it’s not a special day for you, but I couldn’t help myself.”

You held the gift between your bodies, nervous for what he may think. He looked down at the gift in your hands, soon taking it into his as he unwrapped it kindly. Under all the wrapping was a black box with a small note that read “open me.” Mingi looked up at you, chuckling a bit.

“Really? You’re such a child.” he joked.

You hit his arm playfully, pushing him to open the gift. As worried as you felt, deep down you were estatic for him to open the gift. You tend to gift Mingi a lot, however you felt this might’ve been the best of them all.

Mingi opened the box, his heart immediately dropping as his eyes laid on what was uncovered. He pulled a small stack of photos from the box, his eyes widening at the realization of what they were. Silenced enveloped you two for a slight second before he looked back up at you, his eyes swelling with tears.

“I’m.. gonna be a dad..?” he mumbled.

You nodded quickly, your hands coming up to your face as you fought hard to hold back your own tears.

“I’ve waited so long to tell you, because I felt today was right.” You looked at the pictures that portrayed your most recent ultrasound.

“It’s been some time, I wanted to wait until I was past the miscarriage stage to tell you.”

Tears fell down Mingi’s face as he pulled you into a tight hug. He sobbed softly as he held you in his grasp, thanking the universe repeatedly. It wasn’t much of a gift, but in your hearts you knew it was one of the best he could’ve received. Especially on a day like this, a time like this.

“You’re going to be a great mother babe,” he started, still hugging you. “Please don’t ever doubt that, okay?”

You finally pulled away from the hug, nodding as you wiped his tears. He wiped your own as well, pulling you into a soft sweet kiss. He gazed at you with the biggest amount of love in his eyes, his heart swelling with joy.

“I told you we’d have another chance, doll.” he mumbled, rubbing your stomach softly.

You smiled shyly, placing your hand ontop of his as you both looked toward your stomach. The emptiness that had once consumed you before, disappeared as a sense of hope appeared in its place. He was right, things do happen for a reason, but you could only be grateful that you were given another chance.

“I love you.” you mumbled, soon holding onto his hand. “The both of you.”

—✫ a/n: happy mother’s day to all the moms out there! and to soonie, i hope you enjoyed this one shot i dedicated to you 🤍

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#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez atiny #ateez oneshot #kpop #—♡vampzity #ateez fluff #atiny #song mingi #mingi x reader #ateez mingi #mothers day

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mochinomnoms · 2 days

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this has been rotting my mind for a while what if ptm Jade and reader were in the same music class and they were singing 'something stupid by Frank Sinatra and Nancy Sinatra' for a little assignment and they had a little moment

BRO THAT'S SO CUTE

I personally like to think that in canon, Yuu/Reader isn't actually that bad at singing. It's just that these rich assholes had singing lessons growing up and have practice. So what happens with poor you and the other students (Ruggie, Deuce, Ace, Epel, Trey) that came from normal ass (or poor...sorry rugs) families that didn't think to spend money on something like singing lessons? They get paired with a classmate who knows what they're doing.

Perhaps Jade and you get paired and are randomly assigned a song...a love song for some forsaken reason. Though, seeing as it's Jade, you suspect that it might not be as random as you think it is.

Either way, you two are paired and the professor needs to hear some improvement from you! So Jade does his best to coach you on matching the tone of the song. Though, he's a bit distracted...everytime you two sing the words "I love you” you can hear the way his thoughts fawn over hearing those three words from your mouth. He keeps making an excuse “you're a bit pitchy” “your voicec cracked there.” “You're singing to the voice of the singing, not your own. Sing it in your own voice.”

So you two keep singing the song, focusing on a few particular lines. You'd think you'd be embarrassed, but the way his pupils dilate and look at your so softly, you're not 100% turned off by the experience. It's almost sweet, you think you could get used to seeing Jade look at you like that.

Wait, what.

Don't think too much about that last thought.

#mochi asks #twst #twisted wonderland #jade leech #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jade leech x reader #ptm

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munsonsmixtapes · 2 days

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Heyyy! I love your works and I was wondering if you could do something with prompt 23 and reader’s birthday? Maybe not having anyone to spend it with because everyone is busy and spending the day with Eddie or Steve because they’re amazing.

I’ve got a birthday coming up and basically everyone is going to be out of town or unavailable so it just kind of popped into my head. Totally feel free to change up the vibe and stuff if it’s not the move it was just on my mind!

Wishing you the best :)

Happy birthday, lovely!! I hope you’re still able to make a great day despite the circumstances!

Prompt used: “Would you just shut up and kiss me?”

Eddie x fem!reader

Just like every other year, it seemed like everyone had forgotten your birthday yet again. Everyone except Eddie, that is. Even when the two of you were friends, he always made a point to make your birthday the best day of the year, always topping the last year with his elaborate plans.

This year was definitely the best of them all. Eddie had taken you to see your favorite band and the two of you had somehow gotten a spot right in front of the stage. You were so close that you could have put your hand out and touch the band if you reach far enough. So close that it was definitely damaging your eardrums, but you didn’t even care. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and you were going to take it.

Eddie watched you sing along to the songs and couldn’t help but fall even more in love with you as he watched your eyes fill up with so much admiration for a band that you had loved so much and had only been able to see because of him.

You turned to see him smiled at you and you just smiled back before cuddling into his side as you continued to sing along to the song that the band was performing. He sang with you as best he could and this was the moment that he knew. The moment that he realized that he was in love with you.

You turned in his arms to face him and wrapped your arms around his neck while his went to your waist. You pulled him in your arms sweet kiss, not even caring about the people around you. You felt like it was what you owed him for giving you the best birthday ever.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart. Are you having a good time?” You pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms even more around your waist.

“The best, Eds.” You pressed another kiss to his lips. “Thank you so much.”

“Anything for you, lovely. And I do mean anything,” he winked.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” you winked back.

You pulled him into a hug and buried your face into his neck, pressing a kiss to it before pulling away. You could see that there was a look on his face that you couldn’t quite make out. Something that you hadn’t recognized, but whatever it was, it was intense. A smile then broke out on his face and you couldn’t help but mimic it since it was so infectious.

“I love you.” He said the words with so much confidence, but unfortunately, they were loud enough and you leaned forward so you could hear him better.

“What?” You turned your head so your ear was right by his mouth so you could hear him better.

“I’m in love with you.” Maybe just one more time, louder this time, but you still couldn’t hear it.

“What?” Just as you asked the question again, the music stopped so the band could do their next song and that was when Eddie finally raised his voice loud enough.

“I’m in love with you!” The loudness of his voice caused everyone around you to turn to him, some in annoyance, but others laughed.

“Oh my god, I shouldn’t have said that. I’m so embarrassed and I can’t believe that I-”

“Eddie?”

“Yes?”

“Would you just shut up and kiss me?”

Eddie pressed his lips to yours and both of you couldn’t help but smile against his lips. He smiled as well and the two of you couldn’t help but laugh into each others mouths.

“I love you too,” you told him once you pulled away, ignoring all of the looks. In that moment, it was just the two of you. You loved him too. So much so that it hurt and that night really solidified your feelings. Not just anyone would have taken you to a concert of a band they weren’t really into just because they knew you liked them. Just to see you smile.

“That right!” You heard a voice and turned to see that the lead singer was staring at you and Eddie. He was smiling wide and you never thought you would have ever gotten his attention. “We love love here so everyone give it up to the happy couple!” He began to clap and the audience joined it, erupting in cheers.

Both you and Eddie blushed and turned to each other, your smiles not faltering. He pulled you in for a deep kiss and the lead singer continued to clap for you. Yeah, there was definitely no way Eddie was going to be able to top next year.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff

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Okay, if we confessing things about Apollo (Blood of Zeus), I have to tell someone my fantasy bc it burns my inside. I want him to fu*k me in his original height, when he is so tall and strong and big. When Zeus hugged Heron's mom in the Underworld it was so good to see the height difference or when Apollo was standing beside Heron. It's still a manageable size but to think about the stretch, the pain and pleasure combo and him being super excited that you would do this for him. Like Gods usually downsize themselves when having sex with a mortal but in this case his lover would express this wish to have him in his original size and it would turn out in this way is more comfortable for him. Maybe the lover is his priestess or something and this happens in one of his temples. (sorry for the confession, I have just seen your post about Blood of Zeus Apollo) This is of course not a request but if it interest you I would be curious of your take on this story if you would ever wanna write this or anything else for Apollo.

I love that you dare to write dominant/submissive or master/slave relationship. We need a super dark Apollo fic where his priestess is super submissive and wants to serve him well so this is why she asks him bc she wants him to be comfortable and he just goes with it.

This is so embarrassing please if this is not your taste just ignore it.

Blood Of Zeus: Apollo’s Pythia

Story Synopsis: You serve the god Apollo since he has threatened to bring a plague upon the people of Delphi.

Pairing: Apollo X Priestess!reader

Story Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Dubious Consent, Vaginal sex, Humiliation, Size kink, size difference. Mentions of Loss of Virginity, Loss of Innocence, Ancient Greek God Mythology, Mentions of Animal Sacrifice, Master/Slave dynamic. Mostly Porn without Plot.

Authors Notes: Inspired by the song Still Don’t Know My Name by Labrinth. This was requested by @annievvv7 and I am considering writing a prologue and another chapter for when the reader is on Olympus. A Pythia is what they called the priestess at the oracle of Delphi.

The sounds of grunting and sucking of wet flesh echoed the marble walls of his temple.

“You’re thinking too much, my sweet little pythia,” The God of the sun whispered into your neck, his bright glowing hair tickled and blanketed your face and chest. His warm, large palm trailed down your soft belly and dipped between your trembling thighs. His agile fingers discovered your sensitive clit and rubbed gentle circles. His touch was so light and heavenly.

“Relax for me, your god.” he cooed.

He had you nude and spread open for him, your white chiton toga was pooled in a pile at the foot of his altar slab along with his glittering cape.

The stone beneath your back was stained in dark crimson from the countless goats that had been sacrificed in his name. At his command, you were at his mercy, vulnerable and obedient to his will. His presence alone was intimidating and his gaze pierced through your flesh as you were exposed, awaiting his words and commands. You were priestess of the temple of Apollo, you were raised to serve his will...even if it meant forgoing your vows of purity.

Apollo was correct, your mind continued to float away from his attentions. He saw it as strictly a challenge to bring back your focus to him and what he was doing to you. His two fingers, long and thick, carefully pressed inside your body.

It had been a month ago when you made the deal with the divine being. His threat was fearsome and you would not test him. It was a difficult decision, you had decided to save the people of Delphi by becoming his soul bounded slave...because he had promised if you denied him...you and the people of Delphi would face his wrath that would wrought a horrible plague.

You hadn’t known at the time of the deal that he had wanted your body in such a intimate and humiliating way. Upon your first time, Apollo had been domineering in inflicting his power...it could have been worse- you did bleed and you did try to fight him off, but he let you live and he granted you a merciful pleasure you had never known existed when you finally submitted to him. When he had come to you, you were a delicate virgin...now you were his desperate whore.

Your religion was strict with abstinence, you had even taken a sacred oath for Apollo as his representing pythia. Never did you truly believe he would be the one to take your purity. He said it was his rite to fuck you if not any other man. There was no questioning a gods rite.

Apollo’s fingers curled, brushing that spot inside you that made your vision blur, and it tore you from your thoughts as you arched into his palm. You made a pathetic whine and gurgle.

“Oh blessed pythia, you honour me,” he purred mockingly, his golden irises flashing as he looked down at your sweaty body. He drew his fingers out, holding them to the light to see how they gleamed before he licked them clean with his devilish tongue. Your lips parted and chest still heaved catching your breath. He smirked and bent down to steal your mouth in a hungry kiss, the taste of yourself on his lips made your core throb.

You pushed against his shoulders and gasped, “My lord, please lay down upon your temple floor...”

His brows lifted, “Making demands of me? Your god?” he still smirked, “Little pythia, I could punish you for such insolence.”

But he wouldn’t...he liked playing too much with you, especially when you were forced to grant the people their future among the oracle practice. The absolutely naughty things he would say to you, knowing you'd find it hard to answer the poor soul who merely wanted to know their fortune. How he would truly humiliate you and make you feel breathless by the day was done.

Your face was dishevelled in total lust, licking your lips, you pushed his shoulders again and felt his hands lift you by the waist carefully down from the altar until your bare feet touched the cold floor.

He crouched down and sat on the ground. His face was levelled to yours. You were by no means graceful but it did not stop his desire for you. You stood astride his thighs, your palms on his shoulder attempted to push him back. He let you.

Laying nearly flat on the ground, he balanced his upper back on his elbow and forearms. He tilted his head at you. You had to sit on his legs and pelvis to perform, or else the strain of your human legs would hurt more than the pleasure you’d hope to gain and provide.

You mewled desperately, reaching between you both to take purchase of his intimate member. It hung like a fucking horse, harden like a stone pillars rising up. A soft carpet of golden hair covered the base of his masculine appendage. His skin was still as gloriously golden and dark beneath his waist tunic kilt. You wondered if he had bathed himself nude in the pure light of the sizzling sun. His hard cock jumped in your hand, the veins pulsing against your palm. The God was huge, larger than any human man you had ever seen bathing in the springs.

And for some dumb reason you had insisted he be like this, his natural height and size instead of shifting into an average sized man. He was your god and you were his priestess, his pythia. You wanted to keep him pleased.

You reached between your thighs and rub the wetness there to bring it up and wrap around his cock. He gasped, amused and curious. Did you truly intend to take him at this size?

His large hands bent around your waist, digging into the skin of your soft bottom.

“Careful,” he murmured, “You greedy thing.”

You leaned forward, lining his thick bulb with your small opening, admiring the glitter in his golden gaze he held on you. His fingers ran up and down your spine encouragingly. When you rolled your hips forward you scrunched your face up preparing for the almighty stretch.

Your lips parted wide open, a horrible groan bellied from your mouth as you sank yourself down every inch of his unhuman length and thickness. You tried not to think about the possibility of it being the same size as your own forearm.

A low moan rumbled through his entire body that made your insides jump in delight and tingle. Apollo was happy to let you have this control, but he never took his eyes off you, never shut them. He knew the resentment still in your heart, the aching darkness for revenge. Of course if you tried to strangle him, stab him, even slit his throat he would not die, it would just hurt and perhaps piss him off.

You keened and whimpered, your body trembled as your lower lips pressed down to his soft pubic fuzz. For a few moments you were totally still. Tears streamed down your cheeks. He was impressed. His lips parted. You were admirable, trying so hard.

He moved his hands around. One thumb pressed to your sweet nipple and another to your clit, rubbing circles against them both. You gasped and felt your walls clamp down around him. He coaxed you through the pain, blooming inside you a new pleasure.

Apollo’s starved eyes travelled over your entire body, his eyes trailing low to the land where you both connected as he waited for you to move.

Carefully with your hands shaking on his chest, you lifted a little with a hiss, to roll down and sit perfectly again on his cock, letting him slide deep inside. You both groaned. It was exactly what you needed. The pressure of his cock, the feeling of being flooded with his cock so deep and entirely you couldn’t think of anything else but of your god creating this divine match.

You rode him very slowly. He let you lead at first until he grabbed your waist and jerked his hips up.

Submissively, you braced your hands on his strong glowing chest, feeling the smooth and tight muscles beneath your fingers, you rocked your hips back onto him, hunting the ultimate pleasure that was so quickly approaching, giving him everything you had. His eyes roamed from your face and your breasts, watching the way they moved as you practically bounced on his mighty rod. When he could feel your body growing weak and exhausted, he held you tight against him and began to thrust his hips up, slamming into you.

“That’s it, little pythia.”

He bowed his head, taking your tit and nipple into his mouth. He bit down, sending a shockwave through me, bringing your senses back momentarily. You gasped out loudly, your walls clenching. Your nails dug into his biceps. He sucked the nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirled and he hummed with delight at the sound of your noises. His fingers rubbed harder into your clit. Your soft whimpers began begging as he pushed harder up into you. Your lips pressed just above his ear while he sucked.

“You enjoy this my sweet slave?” He asked, even though he already knew the answer. Your sweet tears fell onto his shoulder.

“Yes my lord Apollo,” you whimpered, your toes curled and your fingernails dug up into his long blonde mane. You could feel the tsunami beginning to creep up your spine, your body surrendered to him.

“Then show me! Release your praise,” Apollo ordered, his voice a growl in your ear. It was too great. The bold bright light exploded behind your eyes. You screamed into the side of his neck, sobbing as the wave of desire broke the band.

Your muscles strangled his pulsing cock. Limply you sagged against his body while he steadied his thrusts and dragged the last few out, thrusting hard down once as he flooded your womb with his golden cum. His lips brushed softly against your cheek. He was slow and kind as he lifted you up and off of his cock. Your insides felt bruised.

He held you close to his chest, reaching out for his cape. It was like a wave of glittering white and gold. Like shining white sand, warm and comforting on your wet skin.

He covered your body in it, before lowering you to lay on the marble floor.

He eventually pulled out, and you could feel his seed start to leak out down your thighs and drip onto the cold floor. Your lips parted and your legs closed, embarrassed. He chuckled and kissed your salty sweat drenched forehead.

“You look so beautiful with my cum inside you.”

Apollo’s finger gathered the escaping slickness and pushed it back into your spent body, causing another shaky moan to slip from your lips.

“Best not to waste it.”

You trembled and boldly reached out to him. Tendrils of his long mane were combed through your fingers. So soft and smooth. He smelt like the morning, sweet dew and the warm springs. He cradled you in the crook of his arm, his skin was a great warmth along with his cape. His hand petted your body, trailing his finger tips up and down as you combed his hair softly. Come the rising sun, he would be gone again. He would speak to you daily through the oracle bowl, but you would not feel his powerful body until his next visit.

“Will I see you again?” You croaked, “Next month? Will your duties allow it my lord?”

Apollo was calm. Spent. He was pleased and relaxed. His cock had softened. His palm rested on your belly.

“No.”

Your face fell slightly. You couldn’t believe it but you knew you would miss him, his teasing touch.

“You will see me everyday...” he purred and kissed your cheek, “I have decided, you will return with me to Olympus.”

Your mouth fell open, your eyes widened. You didn’t know what to say.

“But my duties? I am to read the oracle and-”

His brows lifted, his hand pressed your hands above your head, his other finger pointed at your chest squarely.

“Your duties are to serve me, or did you forget the oath you made to me so quickly?”

With a fluttering heart and regretful fear you shook your head, “No, no my lord master. It’s just...what will I be if not your pythia?”

“My slave...my bride maybe...”

He bent down and pressed his mouth to yours before you could say anything further. He redressed himself as you sat up, stunned in silence.

“Br-bride?”

He smirked, and held out his hand to you, “Come with me my dear slave.”

You took his hand and he carried you to his summoned chariot. You would reach the city of the gods and we’d the great Apollo. God of the Sun.

#dead dove do not eat #apollo blood of zeus #dubious consent #dead dove fic #apollo #blood of zeus #blood of zeus fanfic #apollo x reader

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crushedsweets · 2 days

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SUCKER suckerrrr snap out of it by arctic monkeys is sooo ninakate suckerr trust

i'm so ill. my hands shake and crack as i imagine ninakate living out their life. give me a moment to process. as per usual, im writing this as if i was planning out a one-shot song-fic.

someone remind me to do this with kill the director eventually

ok to begin. the song is from kates perspective to nina.. im imagining its after theyve had their weird little 'meaningless' kisses. IN THIS STORY, SHE KINDA LINGERS BACK TO JEFF ON AND OFF... also this is mostly sad theres barely a good ending im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry

nina is well integrated into the kate, clocky, toby, EJ friend group by this point. but every time she spends a few weeks trying to "work things out" with jeff, she's completely off in her own world. she withdraws from her friends, half cuz she's so focused on 'fixing' the doomed relationship and half cuz she's so embarrassed that she keeps going back and i think that shit is SOUL CRUSHING to kate. she hasn't had feelings for someone since . . . lauren . . . and she finally gets fragments of romance again, only for nina to constantly wander off after leading her on. also heavy on the 'fell in love, or near enough' cuz what nina and jeff has is not love 'i gotta tell you the truth' its eating kate alive. she doesnt really talk emotions and she never tells people what to do, but she just wants to scream bro.

i think toby, clocky, and ej have already exhausted themselves telling nina to give it up. EJ has tried gentle pieces of advice, clocky has bickered back and forth, and toby has outright screamed at nina to STOP GOING BACK TO HIM. and none of it did anything. but kate doesnt tell people what to do. the most she would do is raise a brow at nina and sigh and shake her head. i think this would eventually be a good bonding moment for kate and toby, where she confides in him about feeling like she missed her shot. toby tells her that she's never gonna 'miss her shot' ... especially w a girl as messy as nina...cuz evidently jeff did all that and still didnt miss HIS shot. LMFAO... but he'd encourage kate to get her shit together and just talk to nina about it. and for some reason nobody listens to tobys damn advice so kate just sits and waits.

ok this is just very straightforward. kate is constantly mulling over it and pissed and sad and bummed out. (oddly enough, tobys relieved to see her stressing over crushes instead of like.... being torn apart from the inside by a cryptic entity)

'it sounds like settling' down or givin' up, but it don't sound much like you, girl' OK i think this line works for kate AND nina.

toby would be saying something like this to kate. its kind of warped, cuz i think when kates in the chaser mode, she does not give up. she is persistent and she attacks with a goal. he's watched the chaser run to the brink of exhaustion, to the point where kate was bed ridden afterwards. SO WHY WOULD SHE GIVE UP ON SOMETHING AS SIMPLE AS A GIRL ?!?!?!

and in turn, kate would be thinking this towards nina. settling down doesnt seem like nina. giving up is also not like nina cuz she is also quite persistent until feelings fade... which frustrates kate cuz she gets stuck in this loop of 'even if she were to leave jeff, why would she settle for me? why would she stay with me? there's no point in getting deeper into this'

kate would eventually have to snap, as stories go. grabbing nina and confessing, going on about how fucking dumb nina is being. honestly, kate would probably accidentally choke out things she heard from EJ, clocky, and toby all scolding nina... which would either upset nina, or feel like a full circle moment where FINALLYYYYY all the shit that she's been told all this time has come together. and finally she can be like oh.... this is really embarrassing for me...... also oh my god wait

the idea of kate writing nina a letter. oh my god. wait. GUSY WAIT FUCK KATE WRITING NINA A LETTER WAIT FUCK FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK KATE WRITES HER A LETTER THATS CANON NOW IM SORRY IM SORRY IMSORRY

#ninakate #i love lesbians.. eugh...#asks

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ooh okay I want to hear one thing you think about skimble!!! It can be a headcanon or a little stage detail or whatever! Tell me about your guy :D

THANK YOU FOR ASKING ABOUT MY GUY YOU'RE SO NICEEE

i accidentally wrote so much it's kind of embarrassing so let me just say a little detail i like which is this lil thing skimble does in 1998 during theee "they all could reflect it was very nice" line i think??? not really a small detail but i always smile when i see it

ough he's just so happy... (this gif is from @noriseyebrow btw!)

okay i didn't want this to be so long for people who like. do not care lol so i just put it under the cut because im not even sure how coherent this is but bear with me while i rant for a sec

something that's been on my mind lately is ross finnie as skimble singing the "it was very pleasant when they found their little den" part.. this goes for both the 2002 and the 2015 productions. because they're like. so different. and i love them both so very much!! i really like 2002's because he sounds so sweet and like. his voice is very happy in the calmest way possible yknow. and i really like how he talks. oh and i especially like after the cats say "weak or strong?" and he says "oh, alright!" i just think it's so cute and it's a very little detail but you know. i get hung up on tiny details about my fav guy. ALSO i really like how he says "and" in the "you could make it dark or bright, and! a button you can turn to make a breeze" like he just remembered it and he's excited to say it

AND THE 2015 PRODUCTION. HE'S SO LOUD AND EXCITED AND IT'S JUST. he's just so fucking excited and how loud he gets because he's just so hyped to talk about trains that he can't control his voice and he's yelling and it's just!!! it makes me crazy. especially in the "you could make it dark or bright!", "and a funny little basin you're supposed to wash your face in!", and "then the guard looked in politely and would ask you very brightly, 'WOULD YOU LIKE YOUR MORNING TEA?'" and then the other cats say "weak or strong" and it kind of sounds like he's just yelling incomprehensibly for a second after they say that, like he's so excited he's just gotta scream. could just be me imagining it though

and these two versions of the song are so so different but they both communicate his character so well i feel!! i love you ross finnie you understood skimble like no one else

here's the clip of the two songs btw!

#i would literally do anything to get to watch these damn productions. aughhh #ANYWAYS.#tysm for letting me talk about skimble you have no idea how much it means to me #i love talking about my favourite characters #especially one that i really connect to :-)#i'm a teensy weensy bit embarrassed to make such a long post talking about him and i shouldn't really be i know but #i can't help it fhdsfhdf #you don't have to read it if you don't want to ig it's all very silly #cats the musical #skimbleshanks #again i am so sorry about how long this is i am sure you were not expecting an essay on skimbleshanks DHDHDJS

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Autistic Remedyverse Headcanons: Emily Pope

Favourite Ways to Stim: Smoothing down her hair with her fingers. Clicking her pen over and over again. Listening to her favourite songs on repeat.

Hyper- or hyposensitive? Her sense of touch is hypersensitive, and Emily struggles to find socks and underwear that don’t make her skin hurt. She also finds soft touches more uncomfortable than, for example, a firm hug. Her other senses are mostly hyposensitive, so Emily has no issues working in a very bright, busy place like the Research Sector. Although when she has a shutdown, her senses become very sensitive.

Meltdowns or shutdowns? Shutdowns. She slowly becomes more subdued, her body language changing like Emily is trying to disappear inside herself.

Special Interest(s): The Oldest House. She became obsessed with the place once she started working for the FBC and has never stopped feeling that way about researching the weird building she works in.

Social Issues: She infodumps a lot and has issues working out if she is speaking too much or taking over a conversation. Many times, Emily has been called rude for interrupting someone else or talking too much, but she never quite gets the hang of how to do it in a way that doesn’t annoy others.

Communication: Emily started speaking earlier than her neurotypical peers, although her ability to hold a two-way conversation was much weaker than her ability to infodump. When she gets overwhelmed and/or has a shutdown, she goes semi-verbal, developing a stammer and finding it difficult to put her thoughts into words. She sometimes has echolalia, repeating people’s words back to them, which makes Emily embarrassed because she used to get bullied for it.

Canon details that stood out to me: Emily infodumps a lot, overwhelming Jesse with information on multiple occasions. Also, in the Foundation DLC, Emily mentions that visiting the Foundation is her idea of a vacation—she is in love with her job in the same way I feel about my special interests, which is why I think her place of work is her special interest.

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Allow me to enter the "adult conversation". I want to answer to that anon aswell.

why didn't he show up for taylor when she needed support?

what do you even mean? As in public or private? Cause privately you don't know anything and if she stayed with him for years clearly he was doing something right. If you mean in public, first of all how do you know Taylor needed support and how do you know when she needed it? Did you expect him to drop everything and go to every single event of hers? Which is kind of hard given that she's constantly doing things and he has a job unlike what you all think. And he did supported her by the way they way

Why was he resentful of her success?

who told you he was resentful of anything? The voices in your head?

Why didn't he go with her to several awards shows? Including the Grammys!

which awards shows exactly are you referring to? Because the usual examples swifties give were on dates he was working. Funny you should mention the Grammys cause he was in the backstage of the 2022 Grammys, when even the relationship was mostly likely dead. If you mean the 2021 Grammys, he was filming. There was a pandemic and travel restrictions. Even if he could have gone, he would have to stay in quarantine before and after obviously messing up the filming schedule

Why did he party in her house whilst ignoring her all the time?

I'm sick of this party story you all got from out of nowhere. And apparently somehow even for the scope he ignored her at said party. First of all, they were living together on that house, as much as you think otherwise it wasn't her house. It was their house, as partners of years who already lived together anyway. He was not a high school kid having to ask for permission from his parents to throw a party. So if he did use the house to throw a party, it's not this outrageous thing you make it out to be. Let me remind you Taylor met and was friend with his co-stars aswell.

Why did he want her to not be as famous as she is now while Travis is very open to it?

Again, who told you he didn't want her to be famous? And I'm guessing you must be a teenager because asking why one person is ok with something someone else isn't is screaming I don't have life experiences. Think about it, if you like tomatoes does that mean everyone likes tomatoes? Ofc not, because we all have different tastes. So why does Travis loves fame and Joe doesn't? Obviously because they are two different people. And quite clearly not only Travis is ok with Taylor's fame, he also loves it and wants to be famous too.

Taylor wanted to be loved out loud but joe always seemed embarrassed by her.

if Taylor wants to be loved out loud good for her, but not everyone does and not everyone has the same love language. If she wanted that, that bad then she should have left Joe earlier cause he shouldn't change who he is to please her. They were together for years, she had plenty of time to realize he couldn't give what she wanted.

And if you mean he was embarassed as in I'm trying to do my job and promote it and people want to know about my personal life instead... that's just you thinking he should have given you content

Why didn't he answer what his fave taylor song was?

Again, because the interviews were about his job not personal life. Because he didn't want to, which is more than enough reason. Because you are not entitled to know about it anyway lol also that question was made back in 2018 when they were very much still very closed off. Maybe after folkore they would have had more luck. The only person entitled to know was Taylor and I'm sure she did so

Why did it always seem like he hated us, the fans?

As he should???? You are all fucking annoying and vile. And if he didn't hate you before, after how you all treated him over the last year he has more than reasons to. If you want the serious answer, he wasn't obliged to love any of you. He wasn't in a relationship with any of you. Get that in your skull. The person he loved was Taylor and that was the person he was in a relationship with. The reason you like Travis is because he's bootlicking you, but I assure you that's not the normal thing. Anyone normal doesn't care to appease and try her gf's fans to like you. The most he should do is respect you and not treat you badly and Joe always followed that. But ofc he didn't care beyond that. Why should he?

Why did he interact with several of his female co stars but locked her away in the basement of his heart?

not the basement. Like stop with this quoting her lyrics as a form of criticism. It's cringe as hell. Also he interacted with his co-stars (regardless of gender) yeah. Did you want him to just ignore them??? In which planet do you live?

Or literally not see she was depressed as he left her behind at home (caging her) while he went to the bar?

Not caging her. Stop you're ridiculous. Taylor wasn't chained at home. If she wanted to go out no one would stop her. Stop being ridiculous ffs. What bar are you even talking about? Is this about the black dog song which not only is post breakup but not even about him? And guess what, by Taylor's own words he was also depressed. So you can also ask yourself, why should he have empathy for her depression when he was depressed and she talks about it like a burden?

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This is my first story so bare with me guys :) lol.

DIRTY DANCING.💃🏾

Just another regular practice for you as Ateez choreographer. You’re choreographing their new tour song “WAKE UP”, when u first listened to it you just KNEW it had to be a sexy dance to it so you got right on it. Using every sexy dance trick and as much thrusting ucan think of u put it in the choreo. And finally u were finished snd it was time for the boys to come in and learn. As Ateez enters very happy to see you, you scream “ARE U GUYS FUCKING READY” them not knowing what u have up your sleeve they respond saying “ YESSS” and you get to work. Firstly you get to show them the dance which is fun for you because you love their reactions as you dance. But this time there were different reactions then u normally see, all the faces seem mesmerizing and they are just looking u up and down, especially yunho. After you are done showing it is time to teach, and while teaching the hip thrusting parts of the dance seemed a little awkward to you knowing they are enjoying it a little TOO much but u are satisfied that they enjoy your dance. Y’all stop and take a water break and yunho comes up to you saying “ so a little spicy for this song hmm?” You replied “yes I know I know but I really feel like the choreo goes with the sound of the song” “you know what I feel like Y/N ?” He asks “what?” you ask “I think u looked too sexy performing that for us” “oh haha” you laugh thinking he’s just joking “oh so u think im playing, im so serious” he replies, “Oh yunho im flattered thank you” you respond trying not to seem awkward because that flustered you. “Of course pretty” he replies. “Ok time to get back to work guys!” You yell to try to get yunhos compliment out of your head.

Day 2 practice you’re so excited to get things done, the boys coming in with loud energy and screaming you know this is going to be a good practice. Y’all are all stretching, getting ready to get started and while you are in the straddle with your legs open, yunho is staring you DOWN thinking of how your legs are so farly stretched. You look up catching him staring and he just plays it off by looking down super fast, you get flustered AGAIN with how he is looking and you. You decide to just say fuck it and show him how it feels, so the whole practice you are both just staring and eye fucking each other. “Hey Y/N” san yells “woo taught me how to do the spilts yesterday you wanna see?” He asks, “boy what the fuck, yea sure haha” you reply, he tries his hardest to split and obviously.. he can’t. “Y/N can you split?” San asks “of course I can” so you go down and split. Yunho sees this and his mind is running CRAZY knowing you were this flexible Imagining all these things has his literally drooling all over himself. You catch this and start laughing at him “seen a ghost ?” You ask he plays it off with a laugh saying “shut up”. Yall finish up and everyone is hugging you bye, you get to yunho and while y’all are hugging you whisper in his ear “stop eye fucking me and do it for real” being very bold. His face and ears turning redder than ever he can feel himself getting hard and runs off to the bathroom. “Hey yall leave without me I’ll call a Uber I have to shit” he says. They all agree and leave, you are still there packing your stuff getting ready to go and you hear slight moans coming for the bathroom. You head closer to the bathroom to hear what’s going on, obviously you know whos in there, you slightly turn the knob seeing its open. Yunho springs up in shock and is very embarrassed to see you standing in the doorway, “yunho what are you doing?” You ask “im sorry you kinda just tu-turned me on...” You chuckle “and how is that yunho?” “ the dance, the splits, my ear I-I-I just couldn’t take it”. You start slowly walking towards him and you end up looking up at him. You not even realizing he’s so much bigger up close, him towering over u just turned you on. You both just staring at each other his dick hard and your cunt soaked, he says “ im s-sorry I just got caught up in the moment” “you want to see me do the splits on that big dick huh?” You ask, “mmhm” he replies. you keep walking towards him while he is backing up and he suddenly hits the wall. You grab his hard cock through his pants “fuckkkk” he replies, he wants to cum from just you grabbing on his 11 inch. You get on your tippy toes to hard on kiss him and y’all just go at it, tongue on tongue him moaning while your hand is rubbing his hard on. He starts to think that you shouldnt be the dominant one so he turns you around and now ur the one on the wall you let out a small gasp being so surprised, and now your letting him take control. He slowly moves his veiny hand down and now is slowly taking your tights off and reveals your pretty pink panties which the sight is getting him even harder and is getting your cunt wetter. He takes his thumb to move your panties to the side and sees your cunt is so wet for him. “ this all for me pretty? I knew you were a slut the way your legs were so spread open during strech” “its all for you daddy” he LOVES this word, a little TOO much that he takes It upon himself to pick u up. “Daddy?” “You dont even know what that does to me pretty girl?” He rips your panties off and you moan at the dominance of him, you never thought he was this freaky. You still touching his rock hard cock pulling his sweats off “dont” he says, making you anxious you ask “wait what’s wrong” he replies “ let me show you everything I wanted to do to u since you started teaching” he says while carrying you to the couch in the practice room and gently putting you down while he takes off your panties and reveals your leaking cunt throbbing at him.

the sight of it makes him so hard he just wants to fuck your face into the couch but he holds his composure and places the top of his tongue on your clit making you jump and moan loudly “AHH YUNHO F-FUCK” “hey pretty girls dont curse” “yes daddy” you reply. He takes his finger and slides it into your leaking hole making you jump once again, he chuckles and keeps eating you out like its his last feast and stroking his long veiny finger in and out of you making your walls cusp around his finger. “So you are a little pretty slut hm?” He asks “ Y-ye-yes FUCK” you scream “cum for me baby I know you can” “FUCK YUNHO FUCK ME” you scream feeling so good his fingers hitting your g spot and his tongue sucking your clit so well. You’re reaching your max point and just needed one more push, and he gave you that push. Slapping his other hand fastly on your clit makes you go so insane “FUCK Y-YUNHO IM CUMMING FUCK” “hey didn’t I say no cursing pretty?” “Sorry daddy” you respond. Cumming on his fingers he gets so turned on by that, precum spreading everywhere, and dripping down his pants he couldn’t wait to stick his hard cock inside you. “Yunho..” “Yes baby” he responds “please…” “please what pretty?” “Fuck… me, I want you daddy” faster than lighting he took his sweats and boxers off and you see his long, hard, 11 inch flick up on his stomach making you wet once again. “Im gonna fuck you so bad you can’t teach another sexy dance mk?” That turned you on so bad you couldn’t even respond you just grabbed his dick and pulled it closer to you signaling for him to put it inside you. “You want it bad? Beg.” He said “yunho I want you to fuck me so deep I won’t get to teach another sexy dance” he didn’t know you were gonna say that, he was gonna let you beg but he seen you confess and confirm that your his. That turned him on and he grabbed your thighs closer and tapped his cock on your throbbing clit “AH SHIT” he screams out that slap felt so good that he just wants to cum on the spot. “I thought u dont like cursing daddy?” You asked, he chuckles “ I do, not from you you’re too pretty for that baby” he slowly puts its in your hole, “SHIT” you scream out, he doest like that “ you dont wanna listen?” He says “no no daddy I’ll listen” “do you want me to cover your pretty little mouth while I fuck you?” That actually didn’t sound bad to you but u wanted him to hear your every moan. “ no please just ram into me daddy” he does as you please going faster in missionary while flicking your hard nipples “OH MY GODDD” you scream out, he’s trying to just cum in you by hearing your moans so he ends up covering your mouth which does him no justice because it turns him on even more. “Fuck Y/N why do u feel so good, your pretty little pussy is clenching around my cock so well” his moans going up even louder when he sees you so fucked out taking his length so well “ who’s pussy is this hm ?” He asks “YOU-YOUR-YOURS DADDY” barely can talk because he’s fucking you so well. “Promise its mine or ill pull out” “its its yours daddy forever” you say, he loves that shit and is going faster while kissing down your chest, fucking you while he’s sucking on your breasts makes your orgasm come even faster. He feels your walls clenching him and your moans getting louder and louder “cum for me baby, I know you can your doing so well” he says, this sends you over the edge “OH MY GOSH FUCK ME FUCK YUNHO AHH UGH” “ I knew you could do I-AH SHIT” he saying while he cums right after you “hey let me tell you something” he says “hmm?” You reply “if u curse so much like that again ima stick my cock so far down your throat you won’t be able to speak and curse word hm?” “Sorry daddy u just made me feel so good, and yk what I won’t even mind u sticking that big thing down my throat” yall both chuckle, y’all sit there not the next 20 mins touching and kissing not knowing you’re both hard and wet again. “Let me take you home baby” he says, you agree and he takes you home, making out before you walk into the house.

Day 3 of practice you are no where to be found everyone is worried and is asking where are you, someone walks in the door “HEY THATS NOT Y/N” woo says “hi guys im Veronica, Y/N couldn’t be here today she said her legs were hurting idk, so I am here to cover for her” yunho chuckles “something funny?” Hongjoong asks “ oh nah nah my bad” yunho says.. if only they knew what took place the night before..

#ateez fanfic #ateez #ateez fic #ateez hongjoong #ateez mingi #ateez san #ateez scenarios #ateez seonghwa #ateez smut #ateez wooyoung #ateez yunho #ateez x reader

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