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endelineinwonderland · 3 days

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Let The Light In: Part 7

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Pairing: Paige Bueckers/Media Manager! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff (?!), Friends to enemies to lovers, reader is actually so incredibly in the wrong, slow burn (but we're about to be on fire).

A/N: A few hours later than planned but still, as promised! Also, time jump???!!! Lmk if we hate and if it should never be done again.

2/5/24

“Leo, I’ve told you 100 times I’m not comfortable doing shoots with Paige anymore. I really need to be taken off the schedule for tomorrow,” you insist, frustration tinging your voice. This is not the first time the two of you have had this particular conversation and you doubt it will be the last.

The morning after your talk with Paige you’d gone to Leo and told him everything. Over the course of your time at UConn Leo really had become like a second dad to you, but this was the first time you really had bothered him with your personal life.

Luckily for you, he’d been very understanding and even took you and Charlie out to breakfast. You, because he wasn’t quite sure how to handle a sobbing 20-year-old and he figured throwing free food at the problem would be relatively pacifying, and Charlie because he figured she deserved a thank you for having dealt with a sobbing 20-year-old all night (and for saving him from the unfortunate task).

The man turns to you with a heavy sigh, his eyes weary. “I’ve tried, for three months now I’ve kept you from being assigned to her, but this time I need the best of the best, and that’s you, kid. I’m sorry.”

The relationship between you and Paige had been hastily sewn back together over the past few months, a single, weak thread intertwining the two of you again. And things have, admittedly, been rougher than you’d like.

The best conversation the two of you had shared took place over the course of a two-hour-long phone call where you let her know that you’d removed yourself from any future shoots with her. She immediately argued that you hadn’t needed to do that. You disagreed, then she disagreed with that, the process repeating again, and again, and again until the two of you realized that the time on the clock was now well past midnight and it was in both of your best interests to head off to bed.

She came up to you after games, just like old times, greeting you in a quick hug and stealing your camera off your neck to flip through a couple of the photos before nodding in approval and wandering off again.

After finals you’d run into the team on a night out and joined them. Paige had walked you home, each of you drunk off your asses and using it as an excuse to cling to each other like ivy to an old brick wall. It had started snowing so you’d offered to let her stay the night, she’d said no.

The holidays stood out only for their flurry of awkward ‘Merry Christmas’ and ‘Happy New Year’ texts.

Everything else, however, had been remarkably unremarkable; seeming so insignificant that even when you were spending hours over analyzing each interaction the two of you have had, remembering these felt like a waste of time.

But now, standing in Leo’s office, for the first time in months, even with the lack of real communication, you felt that fragile thread between Paige and you threatening to snap.

“Leo, please,” you said, your voice softer now, almost pleading. “I don’t want to mess things up with Paige again. We’re barely holding on as it is.”

Leo looked at you with a mixture of sympathy and frustration. “I get it, but you’re both professionals. You can do this. It’s one shoot. Just one. After that, we can reevaluate.”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing thoughts. “Fine,” you said finally, the word feeling like a lead weight on your tongue. “But if it becomes too much, I’m out.”

Leo nods, relieved. “I understand. Just give it your best shot.”

The next day, you arrive at the shoot early, the familiar buzz of the studio doing very little to calm your nerves. You busy yourself with setting up your equipment, trying to focus on the technical aspects to keep your mind off the impending interaction with Paige, or rather, the interaction in the setting the two of you had been trying your hardest to avoid.

When she finally walks in, your breath catches in your throat. She looks as beautiful as ever, you had desperately missed being near her, the occasional run-ins the two of you had doing very little to stifle your aching need for the blonde.

The shoot begins, the atmosphere almost painfully tense but still professional enough that Leo was satisfied. You direct her with a calm, steady voice, doing your best to maintain the distance she seems to need.

Paige follows your directions flawlessly, her movements graceful and precise. It is almost like old times, except for the invisible barrier she's put up between you.

During a break, Paige approaches you, her expression tentative. “How’s it going?” she asked softly, her eyes searching yours.

You shrug, trying to keep your tone light. “I mean, it's photography and it's you. Hard not to love it.” Admittedly, the last bit was a lie, having to capture her like this again was nerve wracking to say the least.

Sure, the picture of her on the court is what had gotten the two of you here. But in your mind, these shoots marked the beginning of the end, where you had started getting selfish with your art, where you had been given to much control and in turn, abused it.

She nods, biting her lip. “I appreciate you doing this. I know I’m kinda ruining your thing for you right now which I really didn’t want to do.”

You look at her, the sincerity in her eyes tugging at your heart. “I’m trying P.”

She looks around briefly, confirming that no one is watching before swooping down to briefly press her lips against your cheek. “I know you are.” She whispers before Leo calls everyone back to set.

By the end of the night, almost everyone had left, leaving you and Paige, who had apparently decided to stay with you a while longer instead of returning to her dorm, to pack up alone. This would have been fine if it wasn’t so eerily reminiscent of all the other times you two had worked together. Everything was just still so painfully raw, even nostalgia hurt.

As you tried desperately to busy yourself, ignoring the blondes lingering stare, Paige finally broke the silence. “Do you remember our first shoot together?” she asked softly.

You paused, a small smile tugging at your lips, there were a only a few moments the two of you have shared that didn't immediately make you tear up for one reason or another when you recall them, this was one of them.

“Yeah, I do. You were so nervous, kept fiddling with your necklace, I had to photoshop like half of those damn pictures so you weren’t grabbing at it in all of them.”

She chuckled softly, shaking her head. “I was terrified. But you made it easier. You always did.”

“It only ever felt easy when it was with you." You looked at her, the memories flooding back.

—-

The studio was buzzing with activity. Assistants scurried around, adjusting lights, setting up equipment, and preparing the backdrop. You were standing near the camera, checking the settings one last time. For you, the energy in the air was nothing short of electric, this was your game day, this was the thing you lived for.

Paige walked in, her eyes wide and filled with dread. She always liked the end result of getting her picture taken but the process was tedious and dealing with photographers could be just downright unpleasant.

She was clad in her home jersey, the navy blue 5 contrasting sharply against the stark white. She clutched the necklace around her neck, a small silver cross pendant that she would continue to fiddle with incessantly the whole day.

You looked up and saw her, your heart skipping a beat. You'd taken pictures of her before, of course, the night at the gym, a few games, and for a few homework assignments that’s she’d, thankfully, agreed to help with, but this was something else entirely, a shoot. A shoot for Leo.

"Hey, Paige," you called out, offering her a reassuring smile. "Ready?”

She walked over. "Yeah," she replied, her voice missing its usual enthusiasm.

You positioned her in front of the camera, giving her small tips on how to stand, where to look, and how to relax her shoulders. She followed your instructions diligently, though you could still see the tension in her posture.

"Remember to breathe," you said gently. "And try to think of something that makes you happy. It'll show in your eyes."

Paige closed her eyes for a moment, taking a few deep breaths. When she opened them again, there was a spark of confidence that hadn't been there before. She smiled, and you could see the transformation happening right before your eyes.

You didn’t know at the time but all she had done was think about the night she met you.

"That's it," you encouraged, your own excitement growing with hers. "Just like that."

As the shoot progressed, Paige began to relax more, her movements becoming more fluid and natural.

You clicked the shutter repeatedly, the two of you inventing a silent language; thumbs up: all done with this look, change your pose, thumbs down: this isn’t working, give me a second to do change things on my end, palm out: stay still, etc, etc.

By the end of the day, you had captured a series of stunning photographs, each one better than the last as she had gotten more and more used to being in front of your camera.

As you packed up your equipment, Paige had approached you, her eyes shining with renewed sense of excitement. "Need a ride?”

"Oh no it’s okay, thank you so much though” you replied, turning to the girl. “I’m just gonna walk.”

She smiled, her fingers once again playing with her necklace. "No come on, it’s late, I’m driving you.”

You had hesitated despite already knowing your answer, “only if you’re sure," you said, unable to hide your relief.

The two of you left the studio together, stepping into the crisp evening air. The city was quiet, the hustle and bustle of the day giving way to a serene calm. Paige led you to her car, popping the trunk and helping you load all of your stuff safely in the back.

Once inside, you both settled into a comfortable silence, the only sound the hum of the engine and the occasional rustle as Paige adjusted her grip on the steering wheel. You glanced at her, noticing the way the streetlights cast a soft glow on her face.

"Wanna get ice cream?” Paige said suddenly, breaking the silence. “There’s this cute little place nearby and I’m starving, plus there’s no way the dining hall is still serving dinner.” She’d been so nervous that her words had come out in one breath. It would have been more than just bordering on incoherent if you hadn’t been giving her every single ounce of your attention already, clinging to every word.

You looked at her, surprised by the sudden change in plans but also grateful for the suggestion. You were starving. “Let’s do it.”

Paige grinned, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she turned the car around and headed towards the ice cream parlor. The streets were quiet, the cool evening air settling over you two.

When you arrived, the bell above the door had chimed softly as Paige opened the door for you. The smell of freshly made waffle cones and the sound of soft music filled the air.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you registered that the song playing was the one on an old Etta James record. The same one your grandmother had said was playing at the jazz club her and your grandfather had gone to on their first date. But, you pay in no mind, all of your conscious thoughts consumed by the blonde in front of you.

The parlor was cozy, with a few small tables and a counter displaying a rainbow of ice cream flavors. Paige immediately made her way to the counter, her eyes wide with delight as she scanned the options.

“What are you getting?” she asked, turning to you.

You took a moment to consider, then decided on your usual favorite. “I do this weird thing, I get two kiddie scoops, one cherry and one strawberry and mix them. When I was a kid, my mom used to get strawberry and I used to get cherry and she’d always let me have her leftovers so I mixed them together one day and now I can’t eat ice cream any other way.” You said, smiling.

Despite the fact that you had known Paige for a month, the expression on her face when you told her this was one that could only be described as love struck. There was a gentle warmth in her eyes that caused your heartbeat to quicken and your breath to catch in your throat. It was as if the entire world had melted away and all that remained was the two of you, standing there in that moment, caught up in each other's unspoken affection.

“Here, how ‘bout I get strawberry, and we can do that. You’ve got me curious now” she said.

“Deal. You won’t regret it.” You’d chuckled, reaching your hand out to hers for her to shake, you really had just wanted an excuse to touch her.

You both placed your orders, and the worker, recognizing Paige, had scooped more than generous portions of ice cream into the two cups.

Paige handed you your cherry scoop, and you both sat down at a small table near the window. Paige took a bite of her strawberry scoop, then mixed a bit of it with your cherry. She paused, the spoon still dangling out of her mouth, and her eyes lit up. “Shit this is really good.”

A smile quickly spread across you face. “Told ya.”

For a moment, you both sat in comfortable silence. Each of you dipping into each others cups, giggling when one of your spoons got caught on the others, inevitably making the dessert fall back into the bowl it had just been scooped from. The world outside the window seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this cozy little bubble.

When Paige had finished hers and the remainder of yours after you’d pushed your leftovers at her, the two of you returned to the car.

The drive home wasn’t long but the combination of your fatigue from the long day and the gentle rocking of her car had made you fall asleep without even realizing what was happening.

Pulled up at your dorm, she gently shook your shoulder, “hey, we’re here.”

You blinked awake, disoriented for a moment, then realized where you were.

“Oh, sorry,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

Paige smiled, her expression tender. “Don’t worry about it. You’ve had a long day.”

You gathered your things and hesitated for a moment, not wanting the evening to end.

“Thanks for the ice cream, Paige. And for everything else.”

“Anytime,” she replied, her voice sincere. “Get some rest, okay?”

You nodded, stepping out of the car. “You too. Goodnight, Paige.”

“Goodnight,” she said, watching you walk no more than 10 steps away from the car before she was rolling down her car window to talk to you again, “hey, same time next week?”

You’d turned back to her, confused. “What?”

“Ice cream, you and me, next Thursday. Come on it’ll be like, our thing.”

A warmth spread through you at the suggestion, and you found yourself smiling back at her. “Yeah, I’d like that. Ice cream Thursday.”

“Awesome,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “It’s a date then. Goodnight for real this time.”

“Night,” you said, waving as she drove away, her taillights disappearing into the night.

—-

“Hey do you need a ride home, for old times sake?” Paige grabs your attention again as you let the memory fade from into the background.

She's rocking back and forth on her heels as you finish packing up; obviously trying to gauge whether or not she’s overstepping.

You grab the rest of your bags, replying, “that’d be great, thank you" before getting an idea, "hey you know, it’s Thursday, we’ve missed dinner, and if you’re free, I think our ice cream place is still open.”

Paige’s eyes light up, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You're on."

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“What did I do?”

-author note:HI!! this is my first post and I’m kinda nervous 🗣️ hope it’s okay☝️

-megumi fushiguro x fem!reader

-enemies to lovers

-warnings: smut , aged up!, fluff

-note: Megumi seems to have an issue with you and you need to find out why

Megumi and yourself have had minimum interactions as yuji or nobara seem to be more willing to accept a new friend, well nobara is just happy to have another girl in her class. But every time you even attempt to talk to megumi you are met with an annoyed grunt or a roll of his dark eyes. you don’t know what you could have done to make him have this reaction to you, you’d only joined jujutsu high a couple months ago. You try talking to yuji about your small issue with his close friend, “honestly,I wouldn’t take it too personally. That’s just how he is” he offers with a shrug and a small smile.

“That’s just how he is”. You think that’s all it is, until you see how he acts around the other two. He’s still closed off but he doesn’t look at them with the same disgust he does to you. You would be lying if you said it didn’t sting a bit, but you decide if he is going to treat you with such distaste why not do the same.

It starts out small by your body language changing whenever he was around (folding your arms, looking like you’d rather be anywhere else) and then detaching yourself from the conversation he’d interrupted. Then it slowly turns into little eye rolls and tsks whenever you’d cross paths. Then eventually it has gotten to the point where you two can’t be around each other at all, and in class you had to sit on complete opposite sides of the room.

Then, the worst thing they two of you could possibly think of happens. Gojo was sensing the tension between you and thought that the best way to resolve was to send the two of you on an overseas mission. Together. Alone. You cringe at the thought . once you’re on the plane you do have to sit next to each other. Both of you have your earphones in and have arms folded while facing away from one another.

You arrive at your mission sight, and you feel a shiver go down your spine as you stand beside him. Why him? Out of all the sorcerers you get paired up with him???Megumi notices you’re annoyance but shrugs it off because, why would I care, he asks himself. He doesn’t like you anyway, does he?.

As the two of you make your way into the grounds and lower a veil, as you easily navigate your was around the school megumi starts to get suspicious on how you know the grounds well. Just as he opens his mouth to ask you are suddenly face to face with the curse you have been looking for, you freeze which is out of character for you seeing as usually you are ready to jump straight into action. It’s not like it would be hard to exercise either, but you just freeze. The creature lunges towards your still body, Megumi rushes in and shoves you out of the way slashing the curse with his weapon, it’s not dead yet but you snap out of your daze and do what you’re good at. You pull your spear out of its case, get a running start and jump and slice through that things neck. It’s dead.

Yourself and megumi make your way back to the hotel you had been set up in by ijichi. As you walk through the halls of the hotel trying to find your room you keep your distance from each other, but the air feels less tense than usual. Megumi notices that you are very quiet but why would he care, you obviously didn’t care about him so why should he. But something about how you are holding yourself makes him uncomfortable. Once you get to the room Megumi unlocks the door and the two of you see the singular bed, megumi audibly groans but you’re still silent. The way you sat yourself on the couch and brought your knees to your chest and held your head down makes megumi’s heart pang in his chest a bit, then the squeak like sound that comes from you makes his eyes grow wide.

“What did I do?” It’s almost a whisper, “what do you mean?” He snaps back harsher than he intended. You fix yourself so your sitting facing him “it feels like ever since I got transferred here you’ve had an issue with me” you paused, “it feels like you hate me.” He doesn’t know what brought this on but he feels his usual anger bubbling in his chest “it feels like I hate you ?!” He snaps , he looks so angry. “How about you? Every time I walk into a room you glare at me and make it OBVIOUS that you would rather pluck you damn eyes out than look at me!?” He adds taking a step towards you and gesturing his hand out. You stand up now being filled with anger.

“You started it!” You snap up poking your finger into the boys chest. “From the first day I transferred in you always looked so annoyed to have in in the same room as you, much less talk to you!” You nearly shout at him. He steps towards you and you step backwards towards the wall. “Oh yeah, I’m so sorry that you’re so hurt by ONE singular person not likening you. It’s obviously so hard for you” he mocks with a fake coo. “Megumi you know damn well what I ment” you say taking another step back your back hitting the wall as he keeps closing the space between you. There are only a few inches between the two of you, he looms over you looking down into your eyes with anger and a hint of something else you couldn’t put your finger on.

You look up at him, “you never liked me and I want to know why” you snap. He looks so angry he’s breathing heavily he quickly moves so one hand is on your waist and one arm is pinning you to the wall and in an instant his lips are on yours. Your eyes widen as he plants his rough kiss on you, he pulls away and you look at each other breathlessly. You pull him back in for another kiss by his collar, this time it has more heat in it, more need. His tongue wrestling with yours and teeth clashing.

He steps back and lifts you up, you wrap your legs around his waist while your hands tangle in his dark hair. You let out a whine that is swallowed by him, he moved towards the bed and lets you down detaching his mouth from yours, He kicks off he’s shoes and you follow, he leans over you on the bed his arm propping him up while he looks at you brows still furrowed.

He starts unbuttoning your shirt and you unbutton his, he gets up to shrug it off and comes back you connect your lips again. his free hand roams your body, he unclips your bra and moves to massage your tits. His thumb brushes over your nipple and you let out another whine. He moves from your lips to your jaw to your neck sucking and biting marks into you, his leg moves further between yours. His mouth is suddenly on your nipple, he licks and sucks the sensitive bud and it causes a whimper to leave your mouth, he groans in response.

You grind your hips against his thigh for some friction, “god you’re so needy” he says detaching his mouth from your tit a string of saliva still connected. He snakes his hand down and starts talking your bottoms off, he looks at the wet spot on your pretty panties and smirks. “Maybe you don’t hate me” he laughs tugging them down. He kisses down your chest then your stomach before his mouth is hovering over your sopping Cunt, you look at him eyes blown. “W-what are you doing”stutters out, with his sly smirk again he shoves is face into your pussy sucking and lapping at your folds.

You moan out at his roughness, hands darting to his dark hair and tangling your fingers into it. He licks his tongue over your clit, “a-ah~!” The moans you let out only encouraging him to make you louder. He flicks his tongue over the bundle of nerves before sucking it harshly, causing you to yell out, “Hah~ fuck megu- ah!”. You try pull away from his mouth, so he wraps his arms around your thighs to keep you in place as he continues his ruthless licking and sucking at your sweet juices.

He takes away one arm and as he is again flicking his tongue over your clit, he rubs two fingers through your folds then he plunges them into your tight Cunt. You moan out loudly squirming under his arm now pinning you by pressing on your lower stomach. You feel the knot in your stomach tighten as you get closer and closer to your release. “Fuck- im gonna- ah I’m gonna cum” you moan as he curls his fingers inside you hitting that spot that made you see stars, “cum for me then” he snaps quickly then his mouth is back to its abuse on your sensitive clit.

With a few more pumps of his fingers you come undone squirting over the lower half of his face. You’re embarrassed and breathless as he pulles his fingers out of you, bringing his fingers to your face glistening with your slick. “Made a mess.. clean it.” He demands. You opened your mouth and suck his fingers clean, his trousers feel unbearably tight. He stands unbuttoning them and taking them off, you see the outline of his hard cock through his boxers and you think to yourself. Fuck he’s big.

He pulls down his underwear and lets his length spring free, he sees you staring “what?” He asks (he thinks that you don’t like it). You manage to stutter out “I-I dunno if it’s gonna fit” while he wraps his arm around your waist. You didn’t expect him to turn you around so roughly and pull your hips towards him so you’re face down ass up. “Megumi!” You yelp out at the sudden.“it’s gonna fit, I’ll make it.” He snaps lining himself up with your entrance.

He rubs himself through your folds coating his tip in the mix of his saliva and your juices, then he just barely pushes into you and the groan of pain and pleasure you let out makes his cock twitch. As he pushes further in the feeling of him stretching you out has you gripping at the sheets beneath you and whining. “S’too big !” You groan out ,nearly cry out actually. The grip he has on you hips is to tight is definitely going to bruise, but it’s nothing compared to how tight your walls clamp around him vice like.

He grunts and throws his head back at how good it feels, “Shh it’ll be ok, it’ll fit” he coos, just before he slams into you. You scream at the stretch, he doesn’t move until you catch your breath and get used to him inside you, “told you it’d fit” he scoffs at your whimpering whiny sound. Even if he’s acting mean he doesn’t actually want to hurt you so he waits until you ask him to move . Or in this case until you pull your hips forward and back on him, “feel okay?” He asks with a chuckle , when he gets your mhm response he slowly moves his hips back and forwards. The sweet moans you let out make him want to fuck you ruthlessly. But he holds back … for a while

The slow feeling of him pushing his cock deep in you is heavenly, then in the blink of an eye the tight grip on your hips is back and he starts fucking into you at such a fast pace you can’t even make coherent sentences, “me- ah~ fuc- ah~”. You’re moans going straight to his cock “gunna fuck y’dumb” he says breathless. And he does just that, he pounds into you until he’s fucked you dumb.

He feel’s himself getting closer, he doesn’t care because he hears you hiccup between each thrust, tears rolling down your cheeks and drool pooling on the sheets. “Fuckk, M’gonna cum” he says still rutting his hips into you, “can I cum in you baby?”. The pet name rings in your ears and you nod your head signaling that is was in fact okay. With one more pump deep inside you feel his hot cum shooting in you. The noise he lets out sounds like a whimper but he’d deny it.

He waits until he’s softened a bit before pulling out, he watches as your pussy clamps around nothing and his cum leaks out of you, “fuck~” you hear him whisper and you groan in a response flopping onto the bed. He chuckles to himself at your fucked out state any anger he previously had has faded away.

He gets a damp cloth and cleans the two of you up, being careful after you wince at the cloth touching your aching Cunt.

The two of you are cleaned up so he starts rummaging through his bag, he pulls out the T-shirt he’s brought to sleep in but outs it on you instead after putting his own pyjama bottoms on. He pulls the sheets back and pats the bed for you to get under the covers, you do and he joins you. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him, placing a kiss on your head while you lean on his shoulder. He feels your legs shake against him while you get comfortable on him.

“You okay?” He laughs rubbing his hand up and down your side. “M’ok” nuzzling into the crook of his neck, your breath tickling him. Smiling he says “I never hated you.. not for a second” he pauses and your eyes meet, “I just- You just..” he stutters over himself trying to get the words out but failing. Your hand comes up to cup his cheek and you rub your thumb over his cheekbone, he sighs and continues. “You always made me nervous.. so I just decided to ignore you” he hugs you closer “then you started acting the way.. i do .. and i guess it hurt a bit more coming from well you..” stopping looking in your eyes “I just thought you were.. pretty.. I guess” he adds while turning to hide his face. Giggling against him “I think you’re pretty too” you sigh out intertwining your fingers with his, “that’s a relief” he laughs kissing your head before drifting to sleep

BONUS:

“Do you think she killed him?” Yuji asks nobara while waiting for the two of you at the front gates of the school.

“Probably” she shrugs. They get lost in conversation on how you would have beaten him up that they don’t hear the pair walk up to them

“What are you talking about?” You ask letting your head fall to the side in confusion.

“Just how you would have killed megu-“ nobara starts Turing to make eye contact with you and then she sees your hand intertwined with HIS.

“WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?!” She snaps out shaking your shoulders demanding answers while yuji winks at megumi giving him that

Told you you it was a good idea asking to be paired up

Look

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Supercharged | JJK

Chapter 8: On the Force

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🗲summary: It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens? 🗲this chapter: Jungkook smiles at you for the first time. (and the second)

🗲pairing: jungkook x female reader 🗲word count: 1.2k 🗲genre: angst, action, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, superheroes/villains au, found family 🗲rating: pg15 🗲warnings: none :)

a/n: bonus midweek update!! because of the short length of this and the next chapter, I didn't want to keep you waiting a whole week for each, but they really do stand on their own so I didn't want to merge them either. the adventure continues as normal on Sunday!

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Namjoon’s steps seemed to fall in slow motion as he crossed to his desk. Chairs stood in front of it, but Jungkook had ignored them entirely, upright and standing to attention as his leader faced you both.

Your eyes flicked between the two men. The loaded silence was only intensified by Jungkook’s unflinching gaze, waiting for the hammer to fall when Namjoon would finally speak.

He sucked in a breath.

“Well done.”

Now your gaze snapped abruptly to Namjoon. Blinking, his words replayed in your head as if to prove what you had actually heard.

Beside you, Jungkook’s jaw dropped, tension leaking from his shoulders.

Small smile quirking his mouth, Namjoon chuckled.

“You seem surprised.”

Hesitant, you turned your eyes to Jungkook. His met yours, wide and startled like you had never seen him. How someone like him could ever look so innocent-

“Uh-um,” Jungkook tripped over his tongue, “Y/N wasn’t… we weren’t supposed to be on duty.”

“But you stepped up when we needed you,” Namjoon cut in. Stroking his chin, he raised an eyebrow at Jungkook, “together. I’m impressed by that. It seems you can put aside your differences when it matters, and agree on something.”

You pressed your lips together at his words. Sure enough, Jungkook did the same; Namjoon may have been less impressed had he witnessed Jungkook’s resistance to your help.

Next under Namjoon’s gaze, you tried your best not to look shifty.

“That was also very impressive control from you. At great risk, you managed to snuff out what Bolt was after.”

No words came to you. Dropping your eyes to the floor, you gave a flustered, jerky bow of your head.

Jungkook eyed you from the corner of his eye as you stayed like that, offering only silence. A crease shot along his brow. But he turned back to Namjoon and spoke up, shifting the topic.

“How did Bolt get on us in the first place?”

That drew a sigh from Namjoon. Tugging at his chin, he took a seat.

“He must know our plan. It’s been long enough that we can’t disguise these as random attacks any longer. Media this week has been plastered with calls for vigilance. ‘Villainous movements’ or something. A confrontation like this has been coming for a while.”

Gritting his teeth, Jungkook kicked a chair out with his heel and fell into it. His glare was directed at the ceiling.

More carefully, you took a seat yourself.

“The one time we aren’t attacking, he sees fit to send an army?!”

“Tonight wasn’t an opportunity for him to win any glory,” Namjoon shook his head, “why show his face unless he’s defeating a visible evil? He’s using others, leaving them to fight with the weapons he's already stolen.”

“Probably pin it all on our side in the media,” Jungkook muttered, venomous.

Sitting back, Namjoon held his hands out. Resigned.

“We’re used to that,” he continued calmly, “but him not tackling this in person also tells us we’re right. He’s working on something, and he wants us out of the way – but he can’t risk being the visible instigator of a confrontation.”

“You’re hitting him where it hurts, then,” you added.

“And we can’t stop,” Namjoon agreed, “but this will make it more of a challenge. Which is why you came together at the perfect time – I need you back on board.”

A smirk slid onto Jungkook’s face, but not in time to disguise the hint of much-less-suave delight that lit up his eyes at Namjoon’s declaration. He swelled under his leader’s approval.

“Both of you,” Namjoon continued, “Y/N, you proved you have what we need. Keep training, each of you, but you’re with us now.”

His smile was genuinely warm as he finished. Bolstered by his happiness, you walked out glowing.

Just outside the door, you paused, releasing a sigh. All the adrenaline, the uncertainty and now the relief spilled out of you. You turned to Jungkook.

Abruptly, you were rendered speechless.

He was smiling.

At you.

You had of course seen him smile, but only among the others. It was only now that you felt the full blast of his grin, showing his front teeth and scrunching his nose up. As he looked at you, his smile slipped away, but the happy light never dimmed in his eyes.

“I guess we did it,” you spoke, “are you still mad at me?”

He rolled his eyes, but it was accompanied by a genuine chuckle.

Turning to saunter back through the corridor, he allowed you to fall into step beside him. A smile still hid behind his next words.

“Of course I am.”

“My apologies then,” you replied with an equally suppressed grin, “next time I won’t help you out. My incredible skills are clearly wasted here-”

“I knew it would go to your head,” Jungkook scoffed.

“I don’t see any danger of it surpassing yours in size, don’t worry.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes at your gleeful smile. Together, you reached the base of the stairs and he let you go first, crossing his arms as he hung back a couple of steps.

A flurry of scuffling feet and poorly muffled giggles reached your ears as you ascended, bringing your attention ahead of you once more. On reaching the top, a foot whisked around the corner; someone in a hurry to get to the living room. Their hurry couldn’t erase the glimpse you had just caught of several curious sets of eyes peeking around it, though .

Fond smile emerging on your lips, you marched down the corridor. In front of you, a large, shrieking pile of limbs was toppling over the back of the nearest sofa.

“Yah-”

Yoongi’s tired grumblings mingled with Jimin’s giggles and Hobi’s yelps as the lot of them tried to disentangle from one another. V was the last to sheepishly clamber off the unsuspecting hyung they had squashed.

Over in the kitchen, Jin shot a knowing glance towards you all from his spot by the stove. He held your gaze with a warm smile.

“So? What did Joon say?” Jimin asked, bringing you back.

Multiple sets of curious eyes blinked up at you and Jungkook.

“He was impressed,” Jungkook spoke, moving around to sit, “we’re back on the force.”

A chorus of whoops followed, Jungkook’s brothers grabbing and jostling him in celebration. But they didn’t forget you either: before you knew it, you were being tugged down by Hope too, onto the other sofa as he continued his joyful congratulations.

Breathless with laughter, you managed to escape (though your hair was surely a ruffled state).

The grin paused on your lips as you locked eyes with Jungkook, who was being equally harassed by Jimin, Yoongi patting him on the back. Your lips closed, ready to swallow down the elation if Jungkook was going to be displeased with you joining in, infringing on his group.

He gave you a timid smile.

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All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in May 2024. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup [ @1dmonthlyficroundup ] which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #62 | ko-fi | fic recs

- Louis/Harry -

🍃 Ocean Wave Blues by babyhoneyhslt / @babyhoneyheslt

(M, 49k, pirates) After the gruesome death of his Alpha, Harry takes over as the Captain of the Rose Arrow. Trying his best to uphold her reputation as being the most dreadful pirate ship to sail the Seven Seas.

🍃 and so I have to say (before I go) by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(M, 27k, mystery) Sometimes falling in love is taking a leap of faith, jumping into the unknown with your eyes closed, hoping someone will be there to catch you. Sometimes falling in love is seeing the person in front of you, all their flaws and imperfections, and taking that leap nonetheless.

🍃 Room For One More Troubled Soul by patdkitten / @babyarcanacasey

(M, 25k, supernatural elements) Louis Tomlinson is the chief medical examiner of the Centre for the Law Enforcement of Supernatural Beings - more commonly referred to as simply "The Centre".

🍃 High heels on, 'm feeling alive by thebreadvan / @thebreadvansstuff

(M, 14k, uni) Harry damages a car when drunkenly stumbling home after a fun night out with his friends. Feeling horribly guilty, he tries to find the owner and make it up to him.

🍃 oh so familiar by @insightfulinsomniac

(E, 13k, witch Harry/vampire Louis) A story of misguided enemies to lovers brought together by a stubborn orange tabby.

🍃 I Dig Your Cinema by @silverstuff50

(E, 12k, exes) It wasn’t that Louis didn’t want to see Harry’s latest film; it was a tragically pathetic fact that Louis had watched every single show and film, every interview, every red carpet that Harry had done since his ex-boyfriend had decided to leave Uni in the second year and pursue an acting career.

🍃 Haze on the horizon by @lunarheslwt

(E, 6k, established relationship) Louis finds himself unexpectedly going into soft heat. Which would’ve been fine, except he is hundreds of miles away from his alpha, Harry, and he needs him. They make it work.

🍃 You're Already Home by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(G, 5k, magical realism) It's Christmas Eve and Harry's life is normal. Then he finds someone's barred the door to his favourite hiding spot -- the old groundskeeper's cottage -- and suddenly Harry's life isn't normal anymore.

🍃 just a couple of my cravings by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(G, 3k, crush) Summer's just around the corner and Louis' battling his addictions... Cigarettes and Harry Styles.

🍃 I'm not that other guy by @jaerie

(E, 3k, omegaverse) Harry has just come back from maternity leave when he unexpectedly goes into heat. He runs into a coworker on his way out.

🍃 Change of Plans by @haztobegood

(G, 2k, omegaverse) Harry and Louis plan to visit their families over Christmas. Sometimes, plans don't work out.

🍃 Into the Woods by @kingsofeverything

(E, 2k, tree adjacent porn lol) Whenever he hikes, Harry keeps an eye out for trees with knots and scars that resemble buttholes. What started as fodder for his silly little Instagram account has become his favorite way to masturbate.

🍃 Lights Are So Bright by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(G, 2k, famous/famous) Newly first-string quarterback Louis Tomlinson mentions enough times in interviews that he's a fan of mega-famous popstar Harry Styles that people start to notice. At least one person does...

🍃 mosquito bites and cheap beer by @juliusschmidt

(M, 2k, exes-ish) Harry’s careful not to look at Louis as he plays. At least, he starts out that way. Part 2 of Cabin on the Bluff

🍃 Different Than You Do by galactic_larry / @galacticlarry

(T, 2k, love confession) Louis and Harry have been friends for a little over four years. Louis has been in love with Harry for most of those years, even if he didn’t want to admit it at first. What happens when he impulsively decides to tell him?

🍃 On Love's Doorstep by @hellolovers13

(T, 1k, neighbors) Harry Styles: a day in the life...Stuck in a dress, Abandoned by his best friend, Date with hot neighbour. All in all, not the worst day ever

🍃 My heart's in overdrive, and you're behind the steering wheel by @louisthiccsexyglitteryass

(E, 1k, uni) Being late to class means Harry and Louis have to pose together for figure drawings. That being said, the hate each other, but maybe they don't?

🍃 Expresso by @reallynotmemoi

(NR, 880 words, uni) Louis falls in love at first sight with a boy from his Tuesday lectures, and proceeds to make a fool out of himself in front of said boy. But maybe not all is lost…

- Rare Pairs -

🍃 better latte than never by @disgruntledkittenface

(M, 1k, Zayn/Harry) Harry was looking forward to the coffee cart at work. Until the subject of the previous night's fantasies lined up next to him.

🍃 No Constraints by @lululawrence

(NR, 863 words, Louis/Greg James) Louis is really not understanding this particular section of his Vector Calculus course, and his tutor doesn't seem to get what Louis is having a hard time with. Until he does.

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bangchanbabygurl · 1 day

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19: Truth Be Told { In The Eyes Of Love }

Genre: Dark Romance/Smut/Angsty/Thriller/Enemies to lovers

Warnings: Explicit language/mention of domestic violence/mention of violence/alcohol abuse/mention of death/stalker/mentions of blood/drug abuse/smut scenes/dark mature themes/triggering scenes/traumatic experiences

Word count: 1,170

╚» Now playing —» What was I made for? by Billie Eilish

I put my phone back inside the pocket of my coat before entering the conference room, Dr. Park and Dr. Yen laugh as Dr. Devon makes vulgar jokes about Dr. Reyes. A sigh escapes my lips as Jihoon rolls his eyes, and I sit back down. Dr. Devon clears his throat, "Well this meeting is about the recent incident with Y/N." He says. Jihoon leans forward and lets out a soft sigh. "Y/N was indeed injured but the incident was sustained thanks to her," Jihoon says.

I looked at Dr. Park, his expression was filled with worry. "This isn't about praising her bravery, this is about her breaking the regulations of a patient's consent." Dr. Yen says, I look at them with furrowed brows. "What do you mean? The patient's mother had given us consent for Dr. Luhan to proceed with the treatment." Jihoon protests as Dr. Devon chuckles and shakes his head, it hits me. "But the patient's father was against the treatment. And yet she went ahead and continued to break the regulations." Dr. Yen says crossing his arms.

The patient's mother had mentioned how the father was against the treatment and that a divorce was happening due to the father's neglect of their daughter's health. I feel my heart ache as I get up and yank the hospital badge from my neck, I throw it on the table. "That mother was seeking help for her sick daughter if helping a mother is so wrong and against our work of field then I no longer wish to be part of this hospital and its toxic misogyny," I said looking at Dr. Yen and Dr. Devon. Jihoon gets up perplexed, "Y/N..." He says.

I fight back the tears, "It's good to know that men simply don't give two shits about a woman's health." I said letting out a bitter laugh. "Martinez!" Dr. Yen scolds, I let out a sigh and look at Jihoon with a small smile before walking out of the room. I wipe away the tears as I speed walk towards the diagnosis hall. "Martinez! Y/N Martinez Hong!!" Dr. Devon calls out with anger, and patients, visitors, and employees turn to look at us. I bite my lip in anger, "You are being dramatic about this!" Dr. Devin says.

I let out a scoff and turn to face turned, "Dramatic! All I did was help a worried sick mother! And I'm being dramatic! Dr. Devon! You are the most misogynistic person in this hospital! You would rather side with a man who could care less for his daughter's health than help a mother who wants her daughter to be alive!!" I raised my voice loud enough for everyone to hear the truth be told. Dr. Devon's expression was replaced with humiliation and embarrassment, "Now you're causing a scene," He says.

I let out a hysterical laugh, "You're suspending me for helping a mother!! I rather quit knowing this hospital doesn't give a fuck about a mother's cry for help! So I apologize if I'm being dramatic Dr. Devon!" I let out as I enter the Phleb's office and grab my things.

"Y/N," Jihoon calls out as he rushes into the office, "I'm done Jihoon, I'm done holding back against the truth," I said looking at him as I tossed the lab coat onto the desk. Jihoon's face saddened, "I know, and I'm glad that you stood up for yourself and your beliefs." He says with a sad smile. I let out a sigh and finished packing my things up, "I'll see you around okay," I said patting his shoulder before walking out of the office. Suzy and Joshua rush out of the elevator as I head to the lobby of the hospital, "Y/N, we heard about what happened." Suzy says. I hand the badges every employee is given to the security guard, "Later, we'll talk later." I said looking at them.

I noticed Wonwoo standing beside Jihoon as Joshua grabbed my arm, "Are you okay?" He asked. I look at Joshua, "I'm okay, but we'll talk about this later." I said as his grip leaves my arm. A sigh escapes my lips as I walk out of the hospital building.

Stepping on the last step I let the tears slip, I can't believe that I had to leave my job just because of misogynistic men. I let out a small sob as I wiped away the endless tears, hurried footsteps made me look up. "Wae? What's wrong?" Seungcheol's voice makes the cries more difficult, "Wae? Are you hurt? Mitxy, wae, wae? mwoga munje ya? malhae juseyo," He says as he wipes away my tears softly. His voice is filled with worry and anticipation, I choke lightly on my sobs as I try to speak correctly.

"I—had to quit" I sob, Seungcheol furrowed his brows. "Wae? Why did you?" He asked, I look at him. "I was g—going to get—suspended for helping—a worried eomma—" I cry, Seungcheol's gaze darkens. "neo bang-geum mwolago haess-eo? michingeoni?" His tone was harsh, he lets go of me. His gaze turns to the entrance of the hospital, I grab his grab. "Yah, don't do anything stupid." I cry, Seungcheol sighs as he grabs my hand. "al-ass-eo, al-ass-eo. Let me take you home." He says picking up the black bag.

I wipe away tears and try to gather my composure, Seungcheol leads me to his car. I bite my lip as he opens the passenger door, I get in without a word. I fastened the seatbelt as he closed the door, my fingers fiddling with each other as he put my bag in the backseat. After working at the hospital for two years and a half, it's finally come to this. A tired sigh escapes my lip as Seungcheol's gets in the car, "Gwaenchanh-euseyo?" He asked. I look at him for a split second realizing he's being genuine, "Ani, I'm far from okay." I spoke softly as I swallowed my anger down.

Seungcheol starts the car as he lets a sigh fall past his lips, "Okay..." He muttered. I run a hand over my face softly as I find myself calming down, I pull my phone from my pocket and text Soonyoung.

MC: Are you busy tomorrow morning?

SOONYOUNG: ??Ani. Wae?

MC: We need to talk...

I put my phone down on my lap as Seungcheol drives passed the familiar streets, Soonyoung will know what to do. He's not only a businessman but also a great attorney, "Seungcheol...what was it that you need to talk about?" I asked turning my gaze to him. He grips the steering wheel tightly, "I—don't worry about it, we'll talk about it some other time." He says with a small smile. My breath hitches as I engrave his smile in my mind, a genuine smile? Not the fake it till you make it smile but a smile that proves his arrogance is nothing but a display.

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the issue with drarry

before you get angry, hear me out.

[ has mentions of sex, although not explicit; don’t read for younger audiences ]

i am a huge drarry fan. i’ve always loved the rivals-to-lovers trope (if you wanna call it enemies-to-lovers, go ahead, the line between rivals and enemies is so blurred in fanfiction) and drarry sets it up perfectly - draco, a normal boy (not some sort of miniature devil baby) who grew up surrounded by bigoted views and a controlling father (not entirely abuse, although i’m not defending lucius here, I’m just saying we don’t automatically have to make lucius abusive because he was on the wrong side) and ended up biting off more than he could chew. he joined the wrong side, and we know that draco sees this, particularly in deathly hallows and the cursed child. then we have harry, the golden boy who was automatically born into the light side, who was forced to believe the world is either inherently evil or inherently good; a black-and-white picture, if you will. either way, draco is the supposed ‘enemy’ and harry is the ‘hero’.

and while this works perfectly fine - both are compelling characters, although harry, in my opinion, isn’t as well-thought out as draco - the way the fandom pushes them into certain characterizations drives me insane.

draco is almost always the mastermind, the trickster, the feminine sub, the one who doesn’t need anybody else because they’re lesser than him, the smooth one, the one who always apologizes to the golden trio when the golden trio did some shit things too, the one who’s despicable but also has a great heart and ‘my dad told me no’, the one who never grows out of insulting harry and his friends. why is draco portrayed like this? why does he always, post-war, suddenly join the golden trio and get on his hands and knees to ask for forgiveness? where are his slytherin buddies? i thought draco saw the slytherins as his friends, not the shit image of them that dumbledore painted when the bastard was alive. yet, he almost never spends time with them in fanfictions, especially post-war. he IMMEDIATELY runs to the golden trio and gets wrapped up in the whole weasley family. what happened to his family? i do know that his parents (or just lucius) are thrown into azkaban, and half of his family is shit, but that doesn’t mean he has to completely dump them, or his friends.

speaking of family, why does harry have SO much more family lore (especially with the Blacks) than draco? draco’s the one who’s related to them! shouldn’t he have some memorable experiences with his family that aren’t just outright abuse? it drives me insane.

and why are draco’s sectumsempra scars sexualized? harry fucking outright attacked him with a spell he didn’t know how to use (kudos to hermione on this one) and then 19 years later, they’re fucking each other and moaning about how pretty his scars look. harry ATTACKED him. draco somehow ALWAYS forgets about his scars until they’re in bed together, and then when harry sees them, he’s like “oh sorry” and draco IMMEDIATELY forgives him, or doesn’t even say anything. What? this also leads towards the helpless, overdramatic princess draco who needs everything done for him. no. draco might’ve been helpless when he was younger, but that’s because his parents - especially lucius - were so controlling. he literally couldn’t do anything. draco knows how to take care of himself.

now. harry. harry is always the masculine golden boy who can’t determine his broom from his glasses, who always needs draco to apologize to him and doesn’t see the world beyond black and white, even after the war. and while harry was forced to believe this by a whole number of people (mostly the order), he never grows out of this. but at the same time, draco is always the one exception to this. draco’s the one who “isn’t like the other girls” and who harry somehow manages to forgive every time. I’m not excusing harry and the golden trio for their behavior, as they did some fucked up shit too, but draco also wasn’t a great person either. he called hermione a mudblood on several occasions, but for some reason, it’s always ron and draco who can’t get along. why is hermione so willing to forgive? in the books, ron should be the one willing to forgive, and hermione the one who doesn’t like draco. and dramione is a whole other post, along with how women are portrayed in the hp universe and in the fandom.

harry is also always putting up with draco’s shit behavior. draco calls his friend a racial slur? well, he doesn’t mean it because that’s how he was raised. draco insults his intelligence every other word he speaks? well, that’s just one of his quirks. no. canon harry would get up off of his ass and say something, but for some reason in the fandom, he’s always this doormat who can’t get over draco’s fucking nose shape when draco is actively insulting him. fanon harry never stands up for himself. he’s always saying how draco is just trying to change, he doesn’t mean to call hermione a mudblood or actively insult the weasleys and the fact they can’t afford a whole fucking mansion like draco can.

and then, for some reason, harry’s always this himbo quidditch jock. while harry isn’t the brightest (“why is roonil wazlib written on the inside of your textbook?” “ah, that’s my nickname” WHAT 😭) he certainly isn’t a complete and total idiot. he’s the chosen one, and i would like to think that harry had to learn a great deal of things to protect himself. maybe harry never studied in school, but god, did he learn expecto patronum quick. just because harry was never really seen traditionally studying doesn’t mean his brain is smoother than ice. give me a harry that is constantly looking for more protection spells to protect himself and his friends, even if it isn’t through traditional means (think hermione the bookworm, if you want an example). give me a harry who spends time with neville studying the healing properties of plants in case he doesn’t have a potion on him. give me a harry who could list out how to brew a polyjuice potion off the top of his head. while i don’t like auror harry that much, i can certainly see that aurors need to have some level of intelligence if they’re actively fighting dark wizards. they need to know the aftereffects of this spell and the cure to fix it.

anyways that’s it for today because my post is so long wtf. i need sleep.

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #fanon #canon vs fanon #wizarding world #discourse #anti drarry #not really but kind of #harry potter ships #and their problems

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Sunday (February 12th) a poem a day 🎁

your favourite love language or trope -> enemies to lovers

Her Private Life | Business Proposal | Crash Course In Romance | Strong Woman Do Bong Soon

#kdramasoverflowers2023 #kdramadaily #kdramaedit #her private life #business proposal #crash course in romance #strong woman do bong soon #not me featuring phs in almost every set #but enemies to lovers done well is so goooood #alihigifs

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why are you, as an adult in 2024, still hung up on reylo. why are you still mocking the shippers. why do you believe yourself to be superior only because you dislike a stupid ship from a fucking space fairytale. girl (gnc) get a grip

#it's ridiculous. this ship is... stupidly cliché. like if you know fandoms at all #you could easily guess why people would be into it. hello?? have you tried to watch tfa without your hate-on-kyle-ron goggles?#did you watch their scenes together? you don't have to like something to recognize the hints #hell. at the time i didn't really like jonerys but i realized they were going to be a thing when i read agot in 2011 #like folks. it's been nearly TEN LONG YEARS. let it go. LET IT FUCKING GOOOO #and for the lucy/cooper shippers out there who think reylos are (again) delusional when they compare the two ships:#no. *you* are being delusional only because you think reylo is unsexy and uncool (which is your right to think btw. obv)#if you can't see why someone would like both of these pairings for similar reasons... idk what to say honestly #people compared it to hannigram... honestly. again i see why they would appeal to anyone who's into both ships #i really do. but... unpopular opinion (since i'm more of a clannibal fan than i could ever be of reylo):#they are more similar to reylo than will/hannibal. there i said it #i'm not talking about the writing (admittedly the quality of it was questionable). i'm talking about tropes #never mind that imo the ghoul is more akin to vader than kylo but whatever #hannibal is an unapologetic kind of villain. he's not gonna have a redemption arc and that's okay #cooper is an antivillain who used to be a good man and became a disfigured cruel bastard. a parody of himself #lucy is him. him before the bombs dropped before he discovered the person he trusted the most wanted to commit genocide #nice. moral. polite. infused with the Good Old American Values™. he's basically her dark side #all of this is very hannigram/clannibal. i'm not denying it at all #but what'll likely happen is that lucy's actions will have a positive influence on the ghoul and remind him of what it means to be a man #and that's way more reylo-like. sorry.#beauty&thebeast/villain with some hidden good in him+morally righteous heroine/enemies to lovers etc.#i mean. hello??..... having said that. i'm not so much of a reylo shipper anymore and tbh never was. i really liked it at the time #but i was never fond of the st era. my fav characters are vader and leia and revan from the old eu. just saying #*and* it's also not impossible lucy gets darker with the ghoul as her traveling companion. in fact i wouldn't dislike it at all #if done well i mean #but i would still like for people to be intellectually honest and less puerile. god knows i have my notps #but i really don't give a fuck about the shippers. good for them i guess? i have better taste lmao but that's heavily subjective #val rambles in the tags #val speaks #txt

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deus-ex-mona · 2 months

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been thinking about how asuna’s [spoiler] scene in the last chapter of idol sengen is oddly underwhelming in the volume version compared to the piccoma release?

i mean l i ke (spoiler reveal under the cut)—

idk if it’s just me but seeing it in colour made the scene hit harder somehow? in some way?

s o . im just. thinking ahead here but…

what if i tried to overlay the colour panel onto the page when i eventually tl it in a few months?

i’m not good at picture editing at all.

b u t still.

i kinda wanna try to go the extra mile for asuna anyway… hmmmmmmmmm…

#oh welllll. in the end that’s for future me to decide ig…#i’m not even sure if anyone would be interested in it anyway…#maybe i could pay someone to do it for me instead (<-has 0 connections)#hm. maybe i should’ve tried to socialise more in school. maybe i’d have met a p.shop guy or two lmao #oh well. ig it’s video tutorial time… maybe… i hope i don’t fall asleep~~~~ bc it’s for asuna….!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#in any case!!!! my mind and productivity has been completely ruined by thoughts on my newfound doomed crackship of asuna x sena #like it’s a ship that could go wrong in so many ways (whether asuna gets with sena or not) and im just. ✨thoughts✨ yk???#i love the concept of rivals/enemies to lovers asumona but. like. asusena. yk.#like picture this: pov you just realised that your loving gf’s sister is the same newbie idol you’ve been unfairly antagonising and such #a n d knowing how strong sena’s sisterly love for mona is… yk??? doomed crackship is ✨doomed✨#aighhtttt ok im done with asuna thoughts for the day i s w e a r #(though ngl if they somehow end up giving asuna a cv and she somehow turns out to be ✨e m i t s u n✨ of honoka-chan fame (very unlikely)…)#(…i will pass on in ✨peace✨ idk i just think her powerful yet soothing voice would suit asuna (<-fell back into ll phase))#o k o k im done fr this time i s w e a r anyways stan asuna frusu ok bye

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gilbertscarrot · 4 months

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reading ella enchanted for the second time and char's confession STILL hits

#i'm reblogging old posts bc SO WHOLESOME i could cry #it's even better the second time maybe?#friends to lovers is my favourite trope #hot take it's better than enemies to lovers #though i do like enemies to lovers when done well #ella enchanted #ella enchanted book

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endelineinwonderland · 3 days

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Let The Light In: Part 6

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7

Words: 1.3K

Pairing: Paige Bueckers/Media Manager! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Friends to enemies to lovers, reader is actually so incredibly in the wrong, slow burn.

A/N: In an absolutely tragic twist of fate I didn't get off work 'till 11 but part 7 is still coming tonight, just needs another read through 😭.

“Go? You question, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion, barely registering a twinge of pain in your chest as you tighten your grip on her waist, refusing to let her leave you just yet.

You catch her gaze, searching for any hint of what she's feeling, but her expression gives nothing away, thoughts well hidden behind a veil of faux indifference.

Paige is obviously in some sort of trance as shakes her head softly, eyes blank, before hastily pulling herself away from your grip and moving to open the door.

You rise from your position to follow, acting like she's your life line, like you'll die if you aren't within arms reach. Your heart pounds deftly in your ears, drowning out the quiet padding of her feet, eyes remaining fixed solely on her as she moves away from you.

'This isn't happening again, this isn't happening again.'

Frantically you speak up, your voice was soft and pleading, “Paige,” desperately wanting her to at least look at you, to give you some kind of answer. “What just happened?” Your words hung in the air, the silence suffocating, until finally, finally, she turns to look at you, eyes filled with guilt.

She freezes under the weight of your gaze, hand still hovering just above the door handle. “I don’t know,” she whispers, voice thick with emotion. “I think I just... I just needed to know how it felt.”

Cautiously, you step towards her, your feelings momentarily forgotten as the vulnerability in her words pulled you closer.

"How what felt? What do you mean?"

“Kissing you,” she whispers, finally looking up from the patterned carpet that covers the hotel floor. Her eyes were red-rimmed, tears threatening to spill over. “I needed to know if I just really wanted it or if I needed it.”

“And?” You held your breath, waiting for her response, hoping against hope.

“I need it,” her voice finally breaks, choking on her tears. “I think I already knew but I just wanted to feel it.”

At this, an unfamiliar combination of relief and sorrow mingle within you, each word that left her lips somehow cutting you deeper than you ever thought possible and simultaneously stitching you up.

"Paige," you began, stepping closer, reaching out to take her hand. “Close the door angel.”

She looks down at where your fingers were now interlaced, the silence stretching between you.

“I can’t do it. Deep down I know you don’t need me like I need you. And I can’t let you back in, I want to but I can’t do that anymore.”

The words hit you like a physical blow, the hope that had been flickering within you threatening to finally - permanently - be snuffed out.

Tears run down her cheeks as she begins to speak again, “this past year has been one of the hardest, most stressful of my life. And this is going to sound so mean but I found a lot of peace in not having to constantly be on my best behavior around you, praying and hoping that eventually you’ll love me back.”

“Paige, please,” you begin, voice breaking, the unexpected creak echoed by the door hinges as she briefly looses her grip on the handle. “I know I messed up, and I know it’s going to take time, but I’m here. I want to fix this. I want to fix us. I know what I’ve done and I want to be better for you? Please. I love you.”

She nods, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I know.”

A heavy silence hung between you, one that's becoming all too familiar. Both refusing to speak up again, caught in a moment that feels both too fragile and too important to break.

'What have I done to us?'

“P, don’t make me leave, don’t push me out again. I won’t say anything you don’t want me to, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, just let me stay.” You’re begging now, hands reaching out to her, trying desperately to get her to listen to you, to really listen to you.

Paige closes her eyes, her body trembling under the weight of her emotions. And when she opens them again, the veil was lifted, she no longer even trying to hide her sadness. “I can’t." She pauses to take a shaky breath, "I can’t do this right now.”

And, in what can only be described as a moment of pure desperation you move your hands up, frantically taking her face between your palms, pressing your lips to hers once again. Hoping to make whatever magic spell the first kiss had cast on you spread to her.

For an all too brief, but perfect, moment, she kisses you back, hands gripping your wrists as if anchoring herself to you, accidentally giving you permission to trick yourself into thinking that she wants you like this too.

Your heart pounds in your chest as your lips move against hers, the moment seemed to stretch out forever, the physical space between the two of you closing and shrinking to nothing again, again, and again.

You feel the way she holds onto you, and the way she kisses you back, and it feels like a sign of hope. For a moment, everything is going to be okay. When you pull back, you are both breathless, your foreheads pressed together.

But then she pulls away again, her breath ragged, tears flowing freely. “Stop. Please- please, don’t make this harder than it already is.”

'Oh god no.'

The words cut deep, tearing at your heart in ways that you've never felt before.

'This must be what dying feels like.'

“I’m scared, Paige,” you admitted, voice trembling. “I’m scared that if I leave, you won’t ever let me back in again.”

She looks away, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. “I’m scared too.”

You take a deep, shuddering breath, the weight of her words pressing down on you, all hope officially lost.

If your heart wasn’t already broken, you’re sure it is now, crushed on the floor and beaten black and blue. It’s karma, you suppose, it's what you deserve.

The first time you heard the phrase 'an eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth' was in your 2nd grade history class. At the time, the concept had seemed nothing short of barbaric but now it make perfect sense. You had unknowingly broken Paige's heart a million times over, and if it meant that in the end she might forgive you, then it is time for yours to break too.

“If you need space, I’ll give you space.” You say softly, each word a painful concession, one you desperately don't want to make. “But we need to figure this out. We have a whole season coming up together and we need to make it work.”

“I know.” She repeats, and with one last, lingering look, Paige turns and opens the door further, officially signaling to you that this conversation was done, there's nothing left you can say.

The dim hallway stretched out before you, an unwelcome contrast to the warmth of the room behind you, of the girl behind you.

The walk back to your own room feels like a blur. You are barely conscious as Charlie met you in your hall, arms wrapping around you the second she catches a glance at your heartbroken expression.

“Oh honey what happened?”

You collapse into her embrace, the emotions of the night overwhelming you.

“I told her she loved her, she kissed me, then said she needed space. I don’t know how to fix it, Charlie,” you choke out, voice thick with tears. “I don’t know if I can.”

Charlie pulls back slightly, “you're gonna focus on yourself, on getting through this season, on being the best version of you that you can be. If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen. But for now, you need to take care of yourself, okay?”

You let her guide you back to your room, the familiar comfort of her presence helping to steady your racing thoughts.

As you lay in bed, the events of the night replay in a loop in your mind. Paige's tear-streaked face, her trembling voice, the way she had kissed you back but then pulled away—it all swirled together, pressing down on you until you almost aren't sure you'll be able to take it.

Sleep does not come easily. You toss and turn, the heaviness in your chest refusing to dissipate. Every time you close your eyes, you see her, feel her, but it's not real and the longing for it to be gnaws at you relentlessly.

You know Charlie is right; you needed to focus on yourself, on the season ahead, on becoming the best version of you. And, in the stillness of the night, you make a promise to yourself. You will give Paige the space she needs, no matter how much it hurt.

You will work on being better. And you will hold onto the hope that, in time, things will be different. You’ll never let her feel alone again, and if you do that, maybe you’ll never be alone again.

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