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hi, can i reqs (g!p)itzy!reader being mentored by twice’s sana. and as they grow closer sana realizes reader is a bit oblivious and innocent to her flirty attempts and gets excited to corrupt the younger woman?
you can add other things if my reqs was too vogue, just no omorashi please.
parings — mentor!sana x itzymember!innocent!gp!reader
warnings — corruption kink, public sex,unnie kink, riding, handjob, teasing, sana’s lowk mean, choking, degrading, pet names, uhh lmk if i miss anything, half asleep so not proofread but lmk if you guys want a part 2 since i did leave it on a cliffhanger..
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having the sana as your mentor was literally a dream come true for you! ever since twice debuted she’s always been someone you look up to.
when you first got the call from your manager that sana was gonna be your mentor for the next few days, you almost fell outta your bed from the shock! you and your group were quite close to all the girls, so it was okay for you all to call the twice girls unnie.
today was the day where she would start mentoring you. when you walked into the red practice room, sana was already sitting on the black leather couch provided for the idols and trainees under jyp.
when sana finally notices you she thought you were the cutest! the way you kept stuttering over your words and giving her awkward smiles had her grinning and letting out a few chuckles. she’s watched a few of your fan cams and you’re a whole different person when you’re not on stage.
once you two actually got started sana couldn’t help but flirt with you from time to time, from brushing over your cock with her pretty manicured fingers to groping your body in different areas. but you just seem clueless to what she’s doing, not daring to speak up or even push her away from you. of course this made the older get excited to see how well she can corrupt you into her obedient lil’ toy!
on the next day you thought things were gonna be the same as the previous, but sana had you going full out and trying out various of difficult choreos, it almost seemed like she wanted you to exhausted today.
it had been about 5 hours of nonstop dancing which was normal for you but it always had you exhausted. you were limp on the floor catching you breath. you had to take your shirt off so you were left with your sport bra along with your gray sweat pants and your white air forces.
“great work today, princess.” sana says as she began walking to you direction.
she’s suddenly hovers over you, one leg beside both of your legs. she slowly sinks herself down, sitting right on your clothed cock.
“wha— unnie what are you doing?” you start to say, raising your upper body up and resting your weigh on you arms.
she clasps her hand over your mouth, making you stop talking. doe eyes looking into hers waiting for her to talk.
“shh. let me use you, you don’t wanna leave me hanging, right?” she looks down at you, full on expecting you to not your head and of course you do. you don’t wanna leave your unnie wet and needy! :((
so of course your cock grows hard, why would it not when you have a pretty lady slowly rocking her hips along your clothed cock. “aw~ is unnie getting you hard from just a bit of rubbing?” she teases you making you let out a little whimper.
she starts to kiss you, to muffle your moans. her tongue easily wins for dominance as she raises her hips up to her bottom half and your sweatpants and boxers, angry cock laying flat on your tummy.
she parts her lips from yours, watching how the string of spit connects to your lips until it breaks from her moving too far from you. sana wraps her hand around your cock, stroking it up and down slowly, wanting to savior the view of you falling apart from her hand alone.
“u-unnie! please—please more!” you managed to whimper out, tears in your eyes daring to fall down as you sniff from the overwhelming teasing.
“you want unnie to go faster?” sana grins, looking down at your angry cock that’s leaking with precum before looking at your pouty lips.
“how can i say no to my baby when she’s been such a good girl f’me?” she coo’s speeding up the tempo of her hand, watching how your hips start bucking up mindlessly in her hand before thick spurts spew out of your cock, landing all over her hand and you tummy.
“did i say you could cum? just thinking with your cock, huh?” she says before pushing her fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself.
“since you wanna cum without permission from me, let’s see how many times you can cum inside me.” she pulls her fingers covered in your spit out of your mouth. and straddles your hips, sinking down on your sensitive cock.
high pitch moans leave your mouth, her cunt was squeezing your cock so tightly you couldn’t help but begin crying! tears falling from your eyes that were crossed and back arched, hands gripping her hips.
“w-what do you say to unnie for letting you inside me?” sana moans out, ass checks smacking down on your heavy balls while she goes to grip on your neck.
“t-thank— thank you ‘sho ‘mush u-unnie!” you choke out, incoherently you try your best to match her unforgiving pace but to no avail! her cunt was just squeezing your cock so tightly and her hand cutting off your airflow had your brain fogged up, letting out incoherent babbles and mindlessly thrusting up into sana.
she once again kisses you but more deeply, muffling the mixture of both of your moans. it had your cock throbbing from the sounds of her moans and sounds of her bouncing on you.
she started moaning more louder and pulled away from your lips hips were getting sloppy as she got closer and closer to release until she began squirting all over your pelvis and lower tummy.
“p-please! unnie—can i cum, can i cum? need to cum so bad!” you cried, begging the older to let you cum, placing your feet on the ground and pounding up into her, desperately not wanting to ruin your high.
“cum for unnie, whore.” sana says in a low and sultry tone. and it has you shooting your load into her. you cum so much it starts leaking out of her warmy cunt.
“don’t think we’re done, slut. it’s only just the beginning.”
#ningvory#♡.nabi’s asks#♡.nabi’s anons#kpop smut#wlw smut#g!p#twice smut#twice x fem reader#twice sana#minatozaki sana#sana smut#sana twice smut#sana x reader#♡.sana
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gray’s fic recs
my tagging/recommendation system is a mess beyond the point of fixing, so i made a masterlist. (i’ll slowly be adding fics to this!)
- an asterisk is next to players who play for the ahl team of said nhl team
- if works focused on more than one person, they’re listed under the other people, but only tagged in the first one you see in the list.
- also, apologies if the links don’t work correctly, it is in fact my first time making a masterlist
NHL/AHL
Anaheim Ducks
Jamie Drysdale
hey roomie by @emaanemaa
- trevor and jamie threesome. that's right, that's all it took to get you to go read it.
Trevor Zegras
chameleon by @hischierhaze
- listen- if you're someone who, whether it be consciously or unconsciously, changes themselves and their personality for those around them, or you have a history of it- please read this. I promise you, you won't regret it.
now that we don't talk by @sc0tters
- it's a toxic relationship with trevor, of course I'm gonna eat it up (she might end with trevor... or she might not. you'll never know if you don't read it.)
hey roomie by @ emaanemaa (fic linked above under jamie)
the penalty box series by @starsandhughes
I- if you're not already keeping up with this series... where have you been? every update is laugh out loud hilarious, and leaves you itching for more.
cruel weather- apart of the penalty box series by @starsandhughes
cruel weather gets it's own link because of the amount of emotional damage this inflicted upon me.
Arizona Coyotes
Boston Bruins
Buffalo Sabres
Devon Levi
like it very much by @jackhues
there aren’t many devon fics (which there totally should be), but the way i squealed when i read this one. further affirmed the fact that i think he’d be the best bf.
Calgary Flames
Nikita Zadorov
that scar hurt by the way by @swissboyhisch
- listen…. i’m the farthest thing from a flames fan, and can wholeheartedly admit it was an adorable read.
Carolina Hurricanes
Chicago Blackhawks
Colorado Avalanche
Columbus Blue Jackets
Adam Fantilli
to you, my adamo by @hischierhaze
- it's adam's birthday + his debut, can you blame me for crying?
his return by @hischierhaze
-this made me cry. but in making this, i'm convinced anything kei writes with the fantilli brothers makes me want to cry from either just how sickeningly sweet it is, or of course, sadness.
tiny dancer au by @letsgetrowdy43
god when i say sunny and adam have my heart- i mean it. they’re sososo special to me.
Dallas Stars
Wyatt Johnston
our song by @lovinbarzal
hands down one of my favorite wy jo fics/au’s. it’s wyatt x a barzal sister, a pairing i wouldn’t have thought of, but works so well!
Detroit Red Wings
Edmonton Oilers
Florida Panthers
Matthew Tkachuk
waking up in vegas by @doc-pickles
- matty t x hughes!sister is a dynamic i didn’t know i needed.
Mackie Samoskevich*
perfect girl by @dmercer91
- this had me feeling things like no other... a big hint as to why? she's shared.
Los Angeles Kings
Alex Turcotte*
who does it better? by @harry-hollands
one of the cutest social media au’s in a while (technically has two parts, but they don’t have to be read together)
Minnesota Wild
Montreal Canadiens
Kirby Dach
here with you by @sc0tters
- it's amber's writing + kirby, what's not to love? (if that's not convincing enough, maybe the line, "I will follow you to the ends of the earth," is.)
Nashville Predators
New Jersey Devils
Jack Hughes
timeless by @babydollmarauders
- if I hadn't originally read this in the middle of the grocery store, I can almost guarantee that I would've cried from just how heartwarmingly adorable this is.
out by @babydollmarauders
- equipment manager x jacky boy- aka a trope I never knew I needed, but now crave after reading this.
ballad of a homeschooled girl by @babydollmarauders
- hands down one of the best pics I've probably ever read in terms of conveying emotion. my stomach was in knots the entire time, attesting to just how realistic the writing is.
never grow up by @aliaology
- i'm sorry but you're not human if you don't get even the tiniest bit emotional at any fic with "never grow up" as the song. BUT A FIC WITH THE BROTHERS? this rendered me emotionally unavailable for a solid 20 minutes.
medía management au by @babydollmarauders
the media management au is an ongoing series staring mr jack hughes and his lovely girl, dove! the updates always bring a a smile to my face, and more than likely make me laugh out loud.
4:41 am by @sweetestdesire
listen, as much as i adore brynn’s smut like no other, her fluffy, soft and sweet fics just do something to me. she writes them so detailed, and consistently has me craving for soft moments with a significant other (a significant other i do not have)
John Marino
stay for a while by @sc0tters
- when i talk about made me feel things, i mean it. amber never fails in writing panty-dropping smut, while also having an thought-out plot.
Luke Hughes
welcome back by @leaentries
- this literally made me swoon. a protective lukey- what's not to love?
nobody's love by @eyesthatroll
- my heart was in my throat while reading, and my emotions were all over the place. regardless of how emotional it left me, it was amazing and deserves all the love.
never grow up by @ aliaology (fic linked under jack)
- older hughes sister watches her brothers grow up + never grow up = tears
summer aches by @starry-hughes
- this fic makes me want a luke to take care of me when i get headaches, triggered by heat or not
what’s not to like? by @starry-hughes
- queen ellen and jimmy are a little apprehensive of you…
jack’s best friend by @lvrzegras
okay listen- any of the brothers x their best friends is great, but jack’s best friend x luke… it just hits different, yk?
Nico Hischier
I never could've seen you coming (I think you're everything I could've ever wanted) by @writingonleaves
- this is probably as close to a literary masterpiece as a fanfic posted on tumblr will ever get
will you take a moment? promise me this (that you'll stand by me forever) by @writingonleaves
- listen- it's apart of the universe she began in the fic above. I have the fic linked under nico (because the oc eventually ends up in a relationship with nico, as seen in the part above), but this is sososo found family heavy. if found family is your trope, then this is your fic
New York Islanders
Mat Barzal
it's nice to have a friend by @youunravelme
- put me through the emotional wringer in the best way possible.
winnie martin's favorite person by @ilyasorokinn
- god- i cannot even begin to describe how cute this is. all i can say, is that I need more pictures of barzy with kids... for science of course.
New York Rangers
Ottawa Senators
Philadelphia Flyers
Pittsburgh Penguins
Sidney Crosby
she was the (red) devil by @crosbyscurls
- hockey meets f1 is already a dream combination… but sid x f1? absolutely amazing
San Jose Sharks
Seattle Kraken
St Louis Blues
Tampa Bay Lightning
Toronto Maple Leafs
Vancouver Canucks
Quinn Hughes
these michigan summers by @lukevangelista
i feel like the only way your not aware this series exists, then your new here. because if you haven’t read this, where have you been? this is for sure one of my top three series’ on tumblr, finished or unfinished. will in fact, forever have my heart. (currently unfinished)
the sun to my moon by @ghostfacd
this fic is part of an au! i highly, highly recommend checking it out- quinny + a grumpyxsunshine trope, what’s not to love?
never grow up by @ aliaology (fic linked under jack's name)
- older hughes sister watches her brothers grow up + never grow up = tears
Vegas Golden Knights
Washington Capitals
Dylan Strome
it's never too late to come back to my side by @lukevangelista (a series)
- one of my recent favorites. particularly geared towards those who think back on old friendships (...and constantly overthink on whether you should reach out. spoilers- it's never too late)
Winnipeg Jets
NCAA
University of Michigan
Luca Fantilli
missing you, quietly by @bitchinbarzal
- emotional torture in the best way possible. i re-read a concerning amount
i lost him by @hischierhaze
- made me cry- but in a good way
baby 101- name reveal by @hischierhaze
- it's dad!luca... yeah that's right, now that you have that cute thought in your head, you kinda have to go and read it
I tell you that I think im falling back in love with you by @writingonleaves
- this fic is sososo special to me for so many reasons- and I think you should totally read this fic to figure them out... just saying
opposites attract au by @dmercer91
this is a link to the head anons for the au- but please go read this sweet au. luca and landen are one of the sweetest pairings.
Nick Moldenhauer
sundays are for textiles by @drewsbuzzcut
- super cute read, and it's apart of an even cuter au
all american lace by @drewsbuzzcut
- also apart of that super cute nick au she has- but this part was not so cutesy (it was at the end). had me on the edge of my seat, and tears building in my eyes. the type of angst you physically feel- but with the type of ending that makes up for it (trust me, it does!)
Mark Estapa
icy roads by @nicohischierz
the simplest explanation i can offer is that this broke my heart- but i loved it anyway!
Boston College
Gabe Perreault
princess!gf x gabe perreault by @yankstrash
- these two are on my mind at least three times a week. i aspire to become amelia- aka find someone who is as down bad for me as gabe is for “his meels”
#jamie drysdale x reader#trevor zegras x reader#jack hughes x reader#luca fantilli x reader#luca fantilli imagine#adam fantilli x reader#luke hughes x reader#john marino x reader#nick moldenhauer x reader#nico hischier x reader#nico hischier imagine#trevor zegras imagine#trevor zegras#mat barzal x reader#mat barzal imagine#dylan strome#anaheim ducks#new jersey devils#umich hockey#new york islanders#penalty box series#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes#luke hughes imagine#luke hughes#wyatt johnston#john marino imagine#dallas stars#nhl imagine#nhl imagines
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COUSIN — MEDIA MANAGEMENT: BONUS EDITION
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y/ndevils00
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y/ndevils00 hi, people are more than a little confused and beginning to get suspicious and i’ve even seen a few baseless rumors about me floating around, so i’d like to clear the air;
to most people, this is ✨Sidney Crosby✨, the 1st overall pick of the 2005 draft, and captain of the Pittsburgh Penguins.
to me, this is my older cousin, Sid (or Father Sid, as i like to call him, but he says that makes him feel old… as it should, because he is.)
i haven’t been extremely open about my relation to Sid, particularly because: do you know how many embarrassing stories this man has to tell about me? but also because i’ve never wanted people to look at me any differently. i’m just y/n, and to me, this is just Sid.
but i’m about to get a little mushy. for as long as i can remember, Sidney has been my rock, my best friend, and my protector. a little fun fact for you guys, i moved in with Sidney when i was 14. sick of life in Cole Harbour, and missing my Sid, i attended high school in Pittsburgh. i did homework at Pens practices, i played high stakes games of old maid with Geno, and i got grounded by Sid for sneaking out (and usually got ungrounded by the next day because… who can stay mad at THIS face?). Sid was the first person i told about thinking of going into social media management in the NHL, and he was also the one who told me to go after my dreams and never let anyone tell me i couldn’t.
when i was born, Sidney, at 14, immediately took his role as big cousin a step further. in his eyes, i wasn’t just his little cousin, but a second sister. and 22 years later, he says i’m the reason for his gray hairs (you’re welcome!). i couldn’t have asked for a better cousin, big brother, and father figure all wrapped up in one.
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user66 JACK HUGHES IS DATING SIDNEY CROSBY’S COUSIN?!
jackhughes you were the cutest child, and i’m so glad you love Sidney. but it’s still a bit weird walking through our apartment and having his grad picture hanging up in the hallway
y/ndevils00 that sounds like a you problem <3
jackhughes i’m taking it down
y/ndevils00 YOU WILL NOT!
jackhughes you’re not here! you can’t stop me!
user27 AWWW LITTLE Y/N WITH COUSIN SID 🥹
user83 i thought she couldn’t skate?
y/ndevils00 i can’t, that’s why Sid is picking me up 🥲 that was the first, last, and only ‘skating with sid’ i ever did— he gave up on me pretty quickly
jackhughes i can’t say i blame him
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes aren’t you supposed to love me unconditionally?
jackhughes not yet, we aren’t married
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes and who’s fault is that?
trevorzegras i’m never forgiving you
y/ndevils00 oh god, what did i do?
trevorzegras YOU TOLD HIM TO PUSH ME
y/ndevils00 i did not! you’re spreading lies on my name 🤧
trevorzegras HE LITERALLY PUSHED ME AND SAID “Y/N SAID TO DO THAT”
y/ndevils00 well he’s old and senile and didn’t know what he was talking about
john.marino97 i’m telling him you said that
y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 tell him. i’m not scared of him!
y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 YOU ACTUALLY TOLD HIM?! HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THIS?! I’M PRETTY SURE HE JUST GROUNDED ME?? AND IDK HOW BUT I KNOW HE’LL FIND A WAY TO SEE IT THROUGH
user15 y/n getting getting grounded by Sid even at 22 and no longer living with him is so… 😭😭
jackhughes i’ve been recruited. give John your phone for the next 24 hours
y/ndevils00 NO!
jackhughes okay, then iceberg goes in the microwave
y/ndevils00 NO! YOU CAN’T DO THAT! HE’S A PENGUIN, HE HAS TO BE COLD! DON’T MAKE HIM GO THROUGH GLOBAL WARMING
jackhughes he’s a stuffed penguin…
y/ndevils00 can you just give me 20 more minutes? 🥺
jackhughes 20 minutes and then you hand it over
user07 “my sid” oh look i’m crying 🥹
ryangraves27 Crosby told me to tell you to give John your phone?
y/ndevils00 RYAN!! MY SWEET VAMPIRE BABY!! I’VE MISSED YOU!!
ryangraves27 1) i’m older than you. 2) i’m still not a vampire. 3) we text every week and you saw me tonight after the game.
y/ndevils00 aww you’re still just as stoic and bland as a piece of white bread 🫶🥹
ryangraves27 just give John your phone, please. i’m begging now.
y/ndevils00 aww even your begging is boring!
user64 but… does that mean her last name is Crosby?
y/ndevils00 indeed! y/n Crosby! can you believe Jack never caught onto the fact that i’m related to Sid until i TOLD him AFTER we started dating?
jackhughes HEY! i wasn’t gonna assume! Crosby isn’t a super uncommon last name! and i’m not the only one because nobody else on the team has just assumed you’re related to him either!
y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 ah, yes, Dawson fainted when he found out!
dawson1417 I DIDN’T FAINT! I TOOK A NAP!
y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 whatever you have to tell yourself in order to keep your dignity <3
dawson1417 YOU TEXTED AND TOLD ME RIGHT BEFORE MY PRE-GAME NAP BEFORE MY FIRST GAME AGAINST THE PENS??
y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 and then in your 8th game against them, you got your first hatty!! and i was so proud!!
user90 HUGHES X CROSBY COUPLE— WE ALL KNEW JACK AND Y/N WERE A HOT AND POWERFUL COUPLE BUT OH MY GOD
e.malkin71geno Miss you little one always
y/ndevils00 i’m always missing you, uncle G!! and missing Nikita even more!!
e.malkin71geno Crosby say give your phone to Marino
y/ndevils00 well you can tell Sid i said he’s not the boss of me anymore!
e.malkin71geno try me, kid - Sidney
y/ndevils00 shit, no, nevermind
user39 NOT Y/N GETTING CROSBY TO USE SOCIAL MEDIA ON GENO’S PHONE IN ORDER TO THREATEN HER
lhughes_06 still kinda bizarre tbh. how did Sidney Crosby have a hand in raising your wild ass
y/ndevils00 his routines are what made me this way!
_quinnhughes how?
y/ndevils00 @/_quinnhughes they’re how i learned that i prefer chaos and fun <3
edwards.73 YOU’RE A CROSBY?!
y/ndevils00 yes??
edwards.73 SO A CROSBY IS SCARED OF ADAM FANTILLI?!
y/ndevils00 DON’T SAY HIS NAME, YOU’LL SUMMON HIM
adamfantilli i promise i’m nice! you met me this summer, you know i am!
y/ndevils00 LUCA SAID YOU BITE
jackhughes so do you? constantly.
john.marino97 Sid introducing me to you 4 years ago is both a blessing and a curse ♥️
y/ndevils00 AWWWW THAT’S SO SWEET
john.marino97 now give me your phone
y/ndevils00 see you guys on saturday 😪 guess i’m going on a 24hour phone detox
user74 BYE! I’LL MISS YOU TOMORROW!!
john.marino97 and i won’t! finally, silence on my instagram!
#media management au!#media management series <3#jack hughes#jack hughes x reader#jack hughes imagine#jack hughes blurb#jack hughes fic#nhl fic#nhl imagine#faithlynn’s insta edits <3#faithlynn’s writings <3
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Michael Gavey X (Preacher's Daughter Reader)
Warnings after the cut
Word Count: 2886
Banners by @arcielee
Michael Gavey Masterlist
Full Masterlist
Warnings:: Corruption Kink, Oral sex (M receiving), Fingering, dubcon, coercion, religious guilt
A/N: This was really fun to write because I'm a math gal myself 🤣
Based on THIS request.
Michael is walking on clouds today. As far as he is concerned, today is a great fucking day.
He has been working as a tutor all semester trying to plump up his resume so he can go for that TA position he knows is going to open up next autumn.
Thus far, every student he has worked with is an airhead. The worst was Farleigh, who didn't actually want to learn anything and would just wait until Michael spoon fed him the answers and take off as soon as the assignment was finished.
But today, today Michael was told he was going to tutor you. The cutest little thing he has ever laid eyes on. With your mid-thigh length plaid skirts, high socks, and little cardigans, it was like you walked out straight out of his dreams and into Oxford.
You were a pastors daughter. Prim and proper, always walking around with that little silver cross hanging from your neck. Michael had spotted you as soon as school had started, and it only took about a month before the dreaded Felix Catton had set his sights on you. As if it wasn't bad enough that Michael's only friend Oliver had already been wrapped up in Felix's little web now, Michael had to watch that web get spun around you.
Which is why it came as such a big surprise when you turned him down. Felix had been trying for weeks to hook up with you. Following you around like a puppy, it made Michael sick. Couldn't Felix see how special you are? How could he treat you as just another name in his little black book?
Michael's vindication came in the form of a very public rejection where you called out Felix for "only wanting one thing" in the courtyard for multiple students and staff to see.
The public embarrassment this afforded Felix only made Michael more enamored with you. He found himself constantly daydreaming of you. He imagined you sitting on his lap as he kissed you. Your pure innocent lips on his never having been soiled by another man's touch. He imagines pushing up that little plaid skirt and sinking his fingers deep into that cunt, sweet. Innocent, and just for him.
Michael was feeling a bit nervous as he sat and waited for you in the library. He knew his personality left a lot to be desired. If there was anyone in this wretched place, he didn't want to scare off with his brashness it was you.
"Just be normal. Just be normal, " he whispers to himself as he continues to wait, fingers tapping on the thick wooden table.
"She was supposed to be here by now," he wonders aloud. She didn't show up because it's me probably. She's heard all the horror stories of me being annoying or weird. I've already ruined it before I had a chance to meet her. Well, if she's going to be like that, then I wouldn't want her anyway. She's just like all these other posh Neanderthals. Judging someone before they've even properly gotten to know them.
Michael's brain continues to rattle off thought after thought bouncing between sadness, rejection, and anger, as he glares toward the entry to the library picking at the table with his fingernail.
Then you walk in, books clung tightly to your chest, a pink and gray pleated skirt, white knee high socks and those cute black shoes with the straps, a pink cardigan and shining in the light the dainty silver cross you're never seen without.
He sits up straighter, clearing his throat, as he subtly shifts his books, notebooks, and pens on the table.
"Michael?" Your voice sounds so sweet to Michael that he has to force himself not to salivate.
"Yes. That's me, I take it you're my new pupil?" Keep calm, Gavey. Don't act like a creep. He repeats these two rules to himself while sporting a look of indifference on his face.
You reach your hand out to him and tell him your name. He takes your hand and shakes it. So small, soft, and delicate. Perfect hands. Just the right size to be engulfed by Michael's rather sizable hands, he thinks to himself.
"Hello?" You look at him questioningly as he stares at you while absent-mindedly continuing to shake your hand for far longer than was necessary.
What you didn't know was in Michael's head he was all over you, he had you bent over this wooden table, skirt pushed up to reveal your rounded bum, him sliding himself in and out of your body while you begged him for more.
He shakes himself out of his thoughts, and his cheeks burn crimson when he realizes he is still shaking your hand. "Right.. umm" he shifts uncomfortably in his seat and pulls on the collar of his shirt. The heat on his face has traveled to his chest.
As you sit, he can't help but watch you. You're so gentle from the way you sit to the way you place your books on the table.
"So what specifically are you struggling with?" He already knows she is failing the class in its entirety, but he can't seem to find another way to initiate conversation.
You whimper, and Michael just about dies
"Everything. Every single thing." You put your hands over your face clearly stressed.
"Oh. Well, we will start from the beginning then." Michael starts with what he thinks will be the easiest, basic statistics.
Even with this, you struggle greatly, the hours spent in the library do prove beneficial but only slightly and the novelty of being with you has started to wear off for Michael due to the sheer shock of how bad you are at this.
Michael rubs his temples, his head just barely hovering over the wood of the library table. "Did they not touch on any of this in secondary school?"
"They did, I wasn't any good there either, but I was able to make it up in other ways"
Michael lifts his head and looks at you quizzically. "Other ways?"
"Extra credit, community service, church duty." You explained this as if it was perfectly normal to pass maths because you picked up an extra shift helping at the church.
Michael blinks as he blankly stares back at you. "Right.......of course...... obviously......"
He looks around the library and sees it's mostly cleared out. "Well they'll be kicking us out of here any minute now" He sighs as he closes the books on the table packing up to leave, relieved that this elongated torture session has come to a close.
You stand up nervously. "No!" You didn't mean to shriek, but you did, voice reverberating around the nearly empty library.
"The quiz is in two days! I..... I can't fail! My father! He will....... oh no, please! Keep going. I'll do anything!"
Michael immediately stops moving and fights the small smirk, clawing its way across his features. Anything. I'll do anything. The words float through his mind like a beautiful song he has been waiting to hear.
Anything.
"Well, you could come back to my dorm, and we could continue......." He starts as he looks around sheepishly.
"Yes! Oh my goodness, yes! Thank you, Michael!" You excitedly collect the rest of your things from the table.
"But," Michael interjects. "We will have to....... make the process more interesting because i was nearly falling asleep a moment ago"
"Sure! whatever you suggest." You beam a smile at him, and he smirks. Oh, he has a suggestion that will keep both of them awake.
Michael opens the door to his dorm, holding his arm out and gesturing for you to go first.
You enter the room and look around. It's extremely neat. No personal effects save for a photo of Michael and his parents.
Michael walks in behind you, closing the door and setting his books down on the small table in the corner.
"Sit." He motions toward the chair across from him.
You place your books down on the table and slowly lower yourself into the chair.
" So I have an idea...... that might give you the proper.... motivation" his eyes travel up and down your form, and he slightly bites on his bottom lip before he continues. "I'm going to show you an example problem. Then I'm going to give you the same type of problem to solve. If you get it right, i remove an article of clothing. If you get it wrong, you do"
"Oh! umm Michael.... I'm not sure. " You nervously wring your hands in your lap. You are terrible at maths you would surely end up naked in no time.
"You said anything, and this will keep me awake. We could always just call it for the night......" He trails off looking to the side.
"Wait! no! ok"
Michael smirks. "Ok, then let's get started.
As expected, you get most answers wrong first, taking off your shoes, socks, and earrings. When you finally get one right, Michael chuckles and takes off his belt.
"Good, good. See? What did I tell you? proper motivation." He scoots his chair forward, a bit closing the space between you.
A few more problems later you are sitting there in nothing but a bra and panties Michael in his shirt and boxers.
As you try to focus on the current problem, you can't help but be distracted by the rather sizable bulge in his boxers.
"T-there," your voice faulters as you slide the paper back towards Michael for his review. He looks it over quickly.
"Sorry darling, that's not quite it." He leans forward, explaining where you went wrong with the formula.
"Oh." You feel the heat pool in your cheeks as you unlatch your bra. Trying to cover your breasts as you remove it.
Michael's eyes light up as he takes in your almost nude form. The bulge in his boxers becomes even more apparent as he races to write you up a new problem.
"What happens when I run out of clothes?" You know, at this point, it is an inevitability that you will end up completely nude, but you are learning and starting to get problems correct. If you can learn just enough to pass the quiz, you could possibly save your grade in this class.
"We will figure something out between the two of us, I'm sure." He brings his hand down to your knee, gently rubbing circles there with his thumb.
You focus completely on the next math problem, trying desperately to hold off the inevitable removal of your panties.
"Bravo!" Michael cheers as you slide a math problem done correctly over to him. "Guess you survive this round" He stands up from the chair and pulls his boxers off, exposing his fully erect cock.
You mean to look away. You should look away, right? That would be the polite thing to do but you can't. He is long and girthy and painfully hard.
He gently rubs at himself, watching you watch him. "Hmmm, next problem," he slides the paper over to you.
"Right, of course." You take the paper and try to focus on the problem as your eyes consistently slide back towards him as he strokes himself slowly.
"I don't mind if you look" He rubs his thumb over the slit and the tip of his cock spreading the precum around the head.
Your entire face flushes with heat. "I wasn't, ummm." You look back at the problem trying to work it out. You feel like you are writing hieroglyphics, as if you have never seen these symbols before.
"Well, that's incorrect, sorry." Michael grins happily as he waits for you to remove your final article of clothing.
"I can't. I can't expose that. " You nervously rub your palms against your thighs.
"How about we just do this?" Michael leans forward and slides your panties to the side.
Your eyes go wide, and you make a loud gulping sound.
"That's not so bad, is it?" Michael runs a finger up your slit feeling the obvious wetness there. "From what I gather, you seem to be enjoying this"
He collects some of your slick and brings it up to your pearl, drawing slow circles around the nerve.
"Oh!" You instantly close your eyes. You have touched yourself before. Something you would always pray for forgiveness for right after, but this felt different. Micheal's large finger and course fingertip make the sensation more intense, and your body instantly reacts, wanting more.
"Ahh." You breathe out as Michael applies more pressure to your bud, increasing the speed at which he applies that pressure.
Michael leans forward, completely kissing up the side of your neck. "It's ok. I won't tell anyone."
"I .... I have to remain chaste. " You moan as he slides a finger into you while holding the pressure down on your bud.
"There are things we can do without....... breaking the seal..... just relax, " He whispers into your ear as he continues sliding his finger against your walls.
You feel the pleasure building up in your lower stomach and instinctually spread your legs wider.
"That's it, good girl, I'm going to make you feel really good, ok?"
Your head rolls back as the pressure continues to build, the guilt in your mind losing to the pleasure coursing through your nerves.
Micheal moves his thumb quickly against your clit and pushes against the spongey spot inside your walls and sends you into a tailspin.
"Oh, Michael! Michael!" You gasp as the pressure in your stomach pulls taught, threatening to snap at any moment.
"I got you, let go for me, beautiful." As he whispers these words into your ear, the band snaps.
"Ahhhh, Mich-" You can't get the words out as your jaw goes slack and your entire body vibrates.
Michael continues his movements while you ride out your high, only pulling his hand away once you whimper at the overstimulation.
Michael takes your juices and rubs them on his cock as he slowly strokes himself. "That was glorious, you look so pretty when you cum"
You watch him touch himself with curiosity. "I can teach you more than maths." he says suddenly as he increases the pace of his movements.
"Come here." He motions you toward him, and like a puppet on a string, you go to him. You have already gone this far. What is stopping you now?
"Get on your knees." You quickly comply, dropping to your knees before him.
"Good, think you are going to learn this much quicker" He brings the weeping head of his cock to your lips.
You flick your tongue out and lick the tip you had heard of oral sex before. Kind of had a decent idea of what it entailed.
Michael groans. "Open up and flip your lips over your teeth."
You follow his instructions and he slides his cock into your mouth pushing past your lips. "Good, good, breath through your nose."
He grips the hair at the top of your head slowly dragging you forward pushing more of his cock into your mouth.
"Use your tongue beautiful" He sighs with pleasure as you slide your tongue along the underside of his cock.
"So fucking good." The grip on your hair tightens as he pushes further hitting the back of your throat, earning him a gag.
"What a pretty sound," He coos as he starts to move his hips while holding your head in place.
"Just like that." His breathing gets heavier as his speed increases. "Fuck, yes. Look at me" He grunts as he starts to batter the back of your throat with his cockhead.
You look up at him with tears streaking down your face and drool slipping from your chin.
"Almost there." He wipes a tear from your cheek with his thumb. "So pretty when you cry"
Michael grips your hair tight, pushing himself fast and hard into your throat.
"You're gonna swallow what I give you" You do your best to attempt to nod while he fucks your face, pushing himself as far as he will go, the hairs at his base coming in contact with your nose and chin.
"That's it right there...... FUCK!" Michael spurts directly into your throat. You hardly have to swallow at all.
He pulls himself out of your mouth and smiles down at you, wiping the drool off of your chin.
"Think we can call it a night, yeah?" He pulls his boxers up and collapses back in the chair a look of lazy satisfaction on his face.
"Yeah, that might be best." You wipe the tears from your face and gather your clothes.
"There are still two more days before the quiz. Come back tomorrow, and we can continue." Michael gets out of the chair and wraps his arms around you from behind, gently kissing your neck.
"I love teaching you. Tell me you'll come back tomorrow."
You blush at his words, "Yes, I'll be back tomorrow"
Micheal sees you out and watches as you walk down the hallway and disappear out of sight before going back into his room and flopping onto his bed with a contented sigh before he chuckles to himself.
"I got what Felix couldn't"
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light of the love that i found. -> w.rojas
WARNINGS: maybe profanities?
SYNOPSIS: Yours and Warren's wedding. (Part of the mariposaverse, other related fics can be found on my masterlist.)
word count: 2,368
NOTES: Written for this request! Me panicking when I realized writing this request meant I had to write believable wedding vows lmfao
“How about this weekend?”
Warren was sitting with you on the deck of the Laurel Canyon house, Mariposa sleeping on his chest. It was a hot August evening, the last vestiges of sunlight disappearing beneath the horizon, and she was wearing the cutest little baby-sized sunhat that Camila had bought for Julia when she was a baby and passed on to you guys, now that her own daughter was grown. You couldn’t stop taking pictures of them.
“For the wedding?” you asked.
“Yeah, why not?” You and Warren had been half-heartedly planning your wedding for the last four months, ever since Mariposa was born. Back when you’d told him you were pregnant, you had both decided to get married soon after she was born, but frankly being new parents had hit you like a truck, and there was hardly enough energy left in either of you at the end of the day to try to plan anything. You talked about it a lot, though; Warren reminded you every day how excited he was to get married to you.
“Where would we have it?” you asked. “You know, you usually have to plan these things at least a little bit ahead of time with the venue.”
Warren started to laugh and then stopped himself, peering down at the sleeping baby bouncing on his chest with wide eyes. “Actually, I was thinking we could just do it on the beach. The vows and the ceremony and all that. And Camila said we could have our reception at their house!”
“That sounds… kind of perfect, baby,” you said, after giving it some thought. You hadn’t ever wanted a big, elaborate wedding, and now that your four month old baby would be in attendance, a long ceremony and a big party were out of the question, anyway. Just your little family on the beach, an officiant, and the band who had become your family out here in Los Angeles sounded like the perfect wedding. And you knew that Camila would take care to make the house look as beautiful as any official venue would be for the reception.
“So? Saturday?” Warren asked, the smile growing on his face.
“Saturday,” you agreed.
On Saturday morning, you woke before the sun. And for once, it wasn’t because the baby was crying– rather, it was because you were nervous, excited, strung taut with restless energy regarding the day ahead. The ceremony was scheduled for late afternoon, so you had an impossible stretch of hours to cover in between.
You sat up in bed, looking over in the gray dawn light at Warren’s sleeping form. He was laying on his stomach, face obscured by his unruly hair and the soft surface of the pillow. Even unconscious, one of his hands was reaching out towards your side of the bed. A grin so wide it strained your cheeks bloomed on your face, and you wore it unabashedly, chest fuzzy with overwhelming love. You were getting to marry him today. This wonderful enigma of a man, your favorite person in the whole world, would be yours forever by the time the sun set.
You were all the more overwhelmed by the fact of it all, because there was a while there that you weren’t sure it would happen. When Warren had told you he wanted to marry you the night you told him you were pregnant, you had wanted to believe it more than anything. And you thought maybe he really believed it. But who knew what would change over the course of the pregnancy? Who knew what would change once the baby arrived? You loved Warren for committing himself to being there for you, but wanting to marry you, wanting to be tied to you in another way than the baby that shared your genes, another way than being your best friend– well, you weren’t sure that would still be true when the time came.
But Mariposa arrived, and Warreen only doubled down on telling you he wanted to get married. Hell, you were still in the hospital, having freshly given birth, and Warren was already asking you when you wanted to tie the knot. You had laughed, exhausted, then, and told him to ask again after you’d gotten a full night’s sleep. That didn’t happen until after Mariposa was at least a month old, and had started to be better at sleeping. And then he was asking again, and you were thrilled to still be talking about it, thrilled that he still wanted this family. You wanted it more than anything, but that whole time you had been too scared to let your heart believe in it. You should have known better, that Warren would never have said it if he hadn’t fully meant it.
“You’re staring,” Warren mumbled into the pillow, startling you into a jump.
“God, War, you scared me,” you said, laughing. “I didn’t think you were awake.”
Warren rolled over just enough so that his face was no longer smothered in the pillow. “Don’t think I slept much at all last night. I’m too excited.”
You shuffled over the bed until you got to him and laid down, his arms immediately coming to circle you in a tight snuggle. “I can’t believe the day is actually here.”
“It’s about time,” Warren exclaimed. “It’s almost been a year since I told you I wanted to marry you, and I’ve been itching to get a ring on that finger ever since.”
“Oh, believe me, I’ve been waiting to get to call you my husband that entire time,” you responded.
“You didn’t have to wait! I’ve been telling strangers that you’re my wife the whole time.”
“Warren!” you said, smacking him on the arm. “I feel like I’ve been missing out.”
“Well, after today you won’t be missing out anymore,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple before sitting up. “Come with me to smoke a joint and watch the rest of the sunrise?”
You felt beautiful.
There hadn’t been enough time for you to do the whole proper wedding dress thing, but you weren’t sure that a big, classic white dress would have been the right choice for you anyway. Instead, a few weeks ago you had been shopping with Camila and Karen on a rare day off, and you had come across a beautiful floor-length sundress in a pattern of deep green and cream. You ogled it in the window, and Karen had insisted you try it on. When you came out of the dressing room adorned in it, both women had gushed over it. Looking in the mirror, you had offhandedly mentioned that it could be a good candidate for your wedding dress, whenever the wedding happened. Immediately, Karen and Camila agreed, and it had been hanging in your closet waiting for your special day ever since.
Now, with the dress on, you couldn’t imagine wearing anything else for the occasion. You had paired it with your favorite sandals and jewelry, and Karen had done your makeup while Camila did your hair. You looked ethereal, and you couldn’t wait to see what Warren thought of it.
You emerged from Karen’s room, where you had been getting ready, and walked down into the living room, where Warren was waiting for you, looking handsome as ever in a cream linen suit. When Warren caught sight of you, his mouth dropped wide open for a second before morphing into that giant grin of his that you loved so much.
He brought his hand to his lips and let out a loud wolf whistle. “My wife is fucking foxy as hell!”
You laughed, shaking your head at him. “Foxy, yes, but not your wife yet, Rojas.”
“Every way except legally you are, Rojas,” he retorted quickly. Then, quieter, he said, “Really, baby, you look… I mean, Aphrodite herself could be standing next to you and I wouldn’t notice.”
You felt your cheeks heat with blush, and wanted to let out a giddy giggle over the fact that you were getting to marry a man that still gave you butterflies as though you were a schoolgirl with a crush. Instead, you crossed the few steps between you and grabbed his face, bringing his lips to yours.
“Hey! No kissing before the wedding!” Graham said as he entered the room.
“That’s not a rule!”
There was no aisle, so you and Warren walked through the sand hand in hand. Eddie followed behind you, carrying Mariposa in her little sunbeam yellow dress, the rest of the band, Camila and Julia, and Teddy and Rod following behind. The late afternoon sun was golden in the sky, the ocean a brilliant blue. The two of you stopped in front of the officiant, everyone else settling into the small grouping of wooden chairs.
“Okay, I know none of you want this to be elaborate, so let’s get into it, shall we?” The officiant said, causing the group to laugh. “Warren, your vows.”
Warren cleared his throat, squeezing your hands with his. He was smiling in a way you’d never seen before, so softly that it made your heart ache. “(y/n), when I met you we were twelve years old. I was a stupid kid back then, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life or who I wanted to be. But you? Even then, you had such a way about you. You knew exactly what you wanted, exactly who you were, and there was nothing I could do except be drawn to you, even then. You have always been so bright and untouchable, and I couldn’t believe you even wanted to be my friend. And now I’m standing here at the friggin’ alter across from you? Getting to pledge myself to you for the rest of our lives is my biggest privilege. This life we’ve built together is bigger than anything I could have hoped for. You’ve given me so much– all of your love, our kickass daughter– and I cannot wait to spend every minute I have left on this planet proving to you that I’m worth all of it, and pouring all the love I have within me into you and Mariposa. Te amo, mi corazón. Forever.”
You gave a watery smile, doing your best to keep the tears in so your words are clear and your makeup doesn’t run. “Warren Rojas, you are every dream come true. You’ve been my truest friend since we were kids, and there’s never been any doubt in my mind that we would stand by each other’s sides for life– I just didn’t guess that I’d have the utter privilege of calling you my husband through all of that. You wear your heart on your sleeve, you always have, and I feel like the luckiest person in the world that you’ve chosen me to be the one to guard it. Every day I feel like I couldn’t possibly love you more than I already do, and then I watch you be an amazing father to our daughter, I watch you be so incredibly passionate about your art, I watch you take on life with this inspiring vigor, and somehow my heart grows even larger to accommodate your presence inside of it. I love you, Warren. I’m here promising to love you today, and tomorrow, and for the rest of our lives and everything that comes after.”
You were crying by the time you were finished with your vows, and so was Warren. His grip on your hands was ironclad, and you squeezed back as tightly as you could, pouring as much love into the simple contact as you possibly could.
“(y/n) (l/n), do you take Warren Rojas to be your lawfully wedded husband?” the officiant asked.
“I do,” you said, nodding your head vigorously.
“And do you, Warren Rojas, take (y/n) (l/n) to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
“Hell yes I do,” he grinned.
“Then I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride.”
In half a second, Warren pulled on your hands until you were flush against him. One arm went around your waist, his wide hand spread across the small of your back, his other hand went to cradle your neck as he dipped you backward in a theatrical, passionate kiss. You wound your arms tightly around his neck, smiling into the kiss. Dimly, you were aware of your friends– your family, really– cheering in the background.
Later, at the reception, you were sitting at one of the little tables Camila had set up, sipping at a flute of the best champagne you’d ever had. You felt warm and bubbly, impossibly bathed in love. Not just yours and Warren’s love, either, but the incredible love of your friends and the little family you had cobbled together so far away from where you’d grown up. You couldn’t fathom how lucky you’d gotten, having all these people in your life.
“May I have this dance?” Warren asked, standing in front of you with his hand out to you, a soft grin on his face.
“Why, of course,” you responded, putting your champagne flute on the table and accepting his hand. He led you out to the tiny makeshift dance floor, and you began swaying together to the music and background laughter and conversation.
“We’re doin’ alright for ourselves, aren’t we?” Warren asked after a moment. He was looking over to the side, where Graham was standing, Mariposa in his arms. Eddie was standing with him, half in conversation with Graham, but his eyes never leaving his little goddaughter. Billy was on the dance floor, holding Julia and pretending to slow dance with her, and Camila was snapping a photo of them. Karen stood at the little bar conversing with Teddy and Rod, who you were absolutely pleased had stuck around for the reception.
“Baby, we’re doing more than alright for ourselves,” you laughed. “This life we have is better than anything I could have asked for.”
“Yeah, we’re killin’ it,” Warren nodded seriously, sending you into laughter again.
“We are,” you hummed. “I love you, Rojas.”
“I love you more, Rojas.”
tags: @eonnyx @xleiaorgana
#daisy jones and the six#djats#warren rhodes#warren rhodes x reader#warren rojas#warren rojas x reader#eddie roundtree#eddie loving#graham dunne#camila dunne#karen karen#karen sirko#billy dunne#julia dunne
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hello
First of all I love your stories like Trevor Spengler is so goooood!
I was wondering I was scrolling through your posts and saw jaeden Martell as an actor one shot?
I was wondering if you could possibly do a headcannon what it would be like dating him please?
Like a sfw version and a NSFW version please
Absolutely no pressure.
And if you don't do that sort of thing I understand lol
Have a miraculous day lovely and keep up the good work ✌️😄
yeah of course!! and thank you so much, I'm glad you're enjoying them! ; also I did see your other thing about apologizing for the NSFW, and you're totally fine, no biggie! I wanted to put this here too bc idk if u saw me reply to it before I deleted it ; thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy!
JAEDEN MARTELL ; dating shenanigans
summary ; dating stuff with jaeden
warnings ; language
word count ; 564
masterlist
literally a picture perfect duo
one because he's jaeden martell and two because you look so good together
both of your Instagram pages are filled with pictures of each other
honestly, yall don't have any haters, you worked on a few movies together, so people have been shipping you for YEARSSSS
every once in a while you scroll through tiktok and find a few handfuls of edits of you and jaeden + your characters
they're the cutest thing ever
you always like, repost and favorite them
it's so funny going back and seeing the ops reaction lmao
sometimes you do some cutesy photoshoots together cause like, why not?
always indulging into each other's interests
you two religiously go on picnic dates
always going on roadtrips to go see something new
you find all sorts of new little restaurants and places to go on Facebook (thank your parents for that one... it's an awful place but it's good for finding new things)
you guys met on the set of IT
it was so awkward at first with everyone meeting each other and whatnot
but after a day or two it was like you'd all known each other since forever
you quickly formed a special bond with jaeden, like just bonding over a lot of the same things and your feelings
people were shipping your characters but the interviews post it2017 and it2019 releases 😭 got the fans all over you two
you had a minor role in defending jacob but the edits of your characters went hard
same thing with metal lords, like 😭
you had about the same size role as hunter so pretty much a main character but your character barely talked to his outside of with hunter 😭
those editors were struggling but feeding
he was the first to confess, surprisingly
it was like a bit before he got the role for jacob barber
he took you out for coffee and a long walk through a park and stuff
thing like hozier vibes if that makes sense
bro became a poet talking to you like that
he couldn't look at you because he was embarrassed the whole time but you were staring at him while walking. like a mix of shock and happiness
you found a tree stump to place your coffee cup (he'd already finished his) placed it down, and just kissed him
cause wtf did he think was gonna happen? speaking all romantic like that like you wouldn't kiss him...
he's not a big pda person, maybe a 4/10
will happily hold your hand or give you small pecks on the cheek/hand/lips but nothing else
he's not jealous at all either so there's no reason for his pda level to just go from 2-10 at all
on the topic of jealousy, it's very rare for him to be jealous of you
he trusts you and it's not something he really worries about when it comes to other people
you're not that jealous over him either, yall got that healthy mutual trust
and finally, some songs that kind of sum up your little relationship 🙏❤️
cloudbusting ; kate bush
crush culture ; conan gray
bourgeoisieses ; conan gray
empire now ; hozier
wildflower and barely ; hozier & allison russell
too sweet ; hozier
lost it to trying paper towns mix ; son lux
thinking bout love ; wild rivers & wrabel
#lowkeyrobin#jaeden martell x reader#jaeden martell#actor x reader#gender neutral reader#gn reader#they/them reader#gn! reader
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𝑪𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑩𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓!
Drabble | March 7th x Gn!Bunny-Hybrid!Reader! | Romantic Fluff
March could only giggle excitedly as she stared at the snow rabbit before her. Its nose twitched at the sound, looking up at her with beady black eyes. A squeal left the female's mouth as she snatched up the animal.
"Oh youre so cute~! The most adorable rabbit I've seen!" She cooed loudly, gaining a sigh from Dan Heng and a laugh from Caelus.
Her partner simply huffed, glaring at the rabbit that took all their lover's affection and attention. Their own bunny ear twitched as they made eye contact with the vermin.
The gray-haired male looked at his teammate, a brow raised. "Is someone jealous a little bunny is taking all their girlfriend's attention~" He teased, wagging a finger in front of the person's face.
[Name] didn't even move or acknowledge the male, simply biting at the finger. Caelus could only squeal in fear and stumble backward into Dan Heng.
Hearing the commotion, March 7th turned her attention to the group of three. She locked eyes with her seemingly growling partner, their ears pulled back against their head. If she hadn't known, she would have guessed they were a wolf hybrid instead of a bunny hybrid.
Tilting her head, she stated. "Why so angry? Im just admiring the beauty of the bunny! No need to be jealous~"
Huffing, [Name] crossed their arms and turned their head away from the female. "You said that that vermin was the cutest bunny you had ever seen" They narrowed their eyes at the tree in the distance. "Which isn't true! Cause I'm right here!"
March could only let out an amused laugh, dropping the bunny -- scaring it away instantly. "Naw Baby~ Don't worry, you're still the cutest bunny I've ever seen!"
Huffing once more, the bunny human mumbled. "I better be"
#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x gender neutral reader#honkai star rail x you#hsr x you#honkai star rail x gender neutral reader#hsr march 7th x reader#march 7th x you#march 7th x reader#hsr x male reader#honkai x you#honkai x reader
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Love Letter for the rarepair of your choice?
Dear Julie,
I like you, do you like me?
Yes No Maybe
Julie looked up as the words on the note registered in her mind. She had never gotten a note like this before, and briefly wondered if it were a joke. Or maybe intended for Julie Whitmore, even if her desk was on the opposite side of the room.
She glanced around, but didn't see anyone looking at her, waiting for her reply, or reaction even. Why had the person not signed the note?
She sighed and shoved the note into her bag, determined to forget it. Only yo pull it out and study it. The handwriting was unfamiliar, written in generic blue ink, so that ruled out half the girls i the room, since they mostly prefered glittery gel pens in every hue of the rainbow. It also ruled out all the people using black pens or pencils, and Julie did a quick scan of the room.
There was David K, who was a major bully and had called her mean names, so shuddered at the thought of him harbouring a crush on her. There was Marianna W, who was super cute with her bouncy ginger ringlets and bright gray eyes, but she was also dating one of the basketball players, so Julie doubted the note was from her.
That left Luke and Reggie, and Julie scoffed at the idea of either of them writing her a love note. They were her best friends, and terrible at hiding who they liked, so if they had a crush on her, either one, she would know about it. Plus their mutual best friend Alex would have told her already, since he quote 'couldn't stand heterosexual pining'.
But then again, they had all teased Alex about his giant pining crush on Willie back before they started dating, so she didn't think he had room to talk.
Plus she knew Luke's writing, given they song wrote together almost every day, and Reggie's from helping her with math homework, so that discounted them both. She crumbled the note back up and put it in her bag once more, determined to pay attention in class.
Only it was like an itch she couldn't quite reach, the need to know who could possibly be crushing on her.
But then she caught sight of someone she hadn't even considered tapping a blue pen against his chin-Nick Danforth Evans. AKA the cutest, sweetest boy in school. Also totally unobtainable, since he and Carrie had been dating since middle school. Even if they broke up every other month, they always managed to get back together. Julie didn't stand a chance with him.
Okay, so maybe she did like Nick, but it was a fantasy kind of crush-like the one you would have on a celebrity, a passing fancy more than real feelings. But if the note was from him, well he deserved an answer at least. She circled Yes nd tossed it on his desk, then hid her face in her hands.
Peering through her fingers she watched as Nick unfolded the note, and the confused little smile that he gave when he saw it.
Which is exactly when the bell chose to ring.
And Nick got up, sauntering over to her desk. "Hi Julie."
"Hi Nickalicious. Nicky poo. The Nickster!" Julie cringed, why was her mouth being so stupid?
"I appreciate the note," Nick said, thankfully not calling attention to how weird she was being. "But I didn't write it to you."
"Oh," Julie said, then gave a fake laugh. "Of course you didn't! I wasn't sure who did, and well, you had a blue pen and..."
"Oh, I borrowed the pen from Kayla," Nick said. "Mine died half way through, and she has so many, it wasn't a problem."
Julie's eyes flew wide open and then danced around the room looking for Kayla.
Gorgeous, talented Kayla who was always nice to everyone. Who came to every Phantoms gig, even if it earned her Carrie's ire. Who loaned Julie history notes when she caught mono earlier the year, and even stayed to help her study for the make up exam. Kayla who Julie had harboured a little bit of feelings for ever since, but didn't want to presume too much. Kayla who was looking at Julie with hopeful eyes right now.
She was standing there, oh so slowly packing up her bag, trying to make it look like she wasn't watching Nick and Julie...and blushing faintly. "I think I need that note back," she said quietly.
Nick chuckled. "Here you go, go get 'er tiger."
Julie smoothed out her clothes, shoved her things into her bag and walked over to Kayla. "I think this is yours," she said, casually handing over the note.
"I saw you toss it at Nick," Kayla said shyly. "I get it if the answer is different when you know I wrote it."
Julie hummed. "No, I think my answer is the same."
Kayla picked up the note and beamed. "Really?"
"Yeah," Julie said, extending her hand. "Maybe we could go get some milkshakes? Talk about it some more?"
"I'm lactose intolerant," Kayla replied apologetically.
"I know a place that does dairy free, we go there a lot because Alex is too."
"Well then, lead the way Molina," Kayla said, taking her hand.
And that night, with Kayla's lipgloss still faint on Julie's mouth, she put the little note in her dream box, and over the years, she had to get a whole separate one for all the little notes Kayla wrote her-right up to the one she used to propose.
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"Catching Fire", Chapter 4
Part 1: The Spark
Chapter 4: Katniss worries the Capitol will force her to have children that go into the Hunger Games. She realizes this is why Haymitch has never married and (I assume) driven people away. The next day, Katniss has to be prepped more and it annoys her that Peeta doesn't (the patriarchy!). Her bad mood causes her to snap at Effie at lunch. Peeta comes to talk to her. She is surprised when Peeta apologies to her for the way he acted at the end of the previous book, saying he was jealous of Gale. But now he wants them to be friends. She asks to see his paintings. They discuss their PTSD nightmares. Then they arrive in District 11 and shit hits the fan.
Thoughts:
-- Katniss's first ideas about having to have a child go into the games is to a) commit suicide and b) run away. I understand the impulse to o flee. To be free. But I'd probably consider some kind of birth control (I don't know what's avail in Panem) or just never having intercourse. I am asexual so that wouldn't be much of a problem for me. Some people have said Katniss reads as asexual to them, and I sort of disagree. It might be just splitting hairs but to me she reads as someone who has not matured into a sexual being yet--probably because all her focus is on simply surviving. But she does seem to have some vague idea of having a life married to Gale possibly in the future, and then when it's presented to her that she will have to marry Peeta, her mind immediately goes to having kids. Also there's the "hunger" scene on the beach but we'll get there.
-- The "fight" with Effie kind of reminds me of siblings or cousins. Where you get fed up and just lash out, but know the person won't hate you later. (They're a team, aren't they?)
Quotes:
I try to enjoy the food like Hazelle said. The kitchen staff clearly wants to please me. They've prepared my favorite, lamb stew with dried plums, among other delicacies. Orange juice and a pot of steaming hot chocolate wait at my place at the table. So I eat a lot, and the meal is beyond reproach, but I can't say I'm enjoying it. I'm also annoyed that no one but Effie and I has shown up.
Aww I hope the kitchen staff didn't get blowed up in the rebellion.
As far as I can tell, they never get up before noon unless there's
some sort of national emergency, like my leg hair.
I don't know why this is a line that I never forgot, but it is. Some things just stick with you. Like leg hair.
It's good to feel his fingers entwined with mine again, not for show but in actual friendship. We walk back to the train hand in hand.
This is the cutest thing I ever did read.
Some you wouldn't get right away, if you hadn't been with him in the arena yourself. Water dripping through the cracks in our cave. The dry pond bed. A pair of hands, his own, digging for roots. Others any viewer would recognize. The golden horn called the Cornucopia. Clove arranging the knives inside her jacket. One of the mutts, unmistakably the blond, green-eyed one meant to be Glimmer, snarling as it makes its way toward us. And me. I am everywhere. High up in a tree. Beating a shirt against the stones in the stream. Lying unconscious in a pool of blood. And one I can't place--perhaps this is how I looked when his fever was high--emerging from a silver gray mist that matches my eyes exactly.
When I went to a mental hospital for PTSD, we did art therapy. I was not as good as Peeta. Mine was a lot of heavy black lines.
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This is purely me indulging in myself cuz I can't control it.
ANYWAYS RANDOM SEMI EITA HCS LET'S GO!!!
- I singlehandedly put this man through hell in my brain
- It's out of my love for him, I swear
- Mommy issues central 🥴
- His daddy issues are lowkey there too 🧍
- No seriously, he needs therapy.
- ADHD and Mania? Absolutely.
- Only takes his meds before matches and when he studies.
- If he even DOES study 😭
- He's not the brightest academically and he's accepted it 💀
- He's a little messed up in the head ngl
- He lacks empathy and he hates it
- Cannot smile on command for the life of him 😭
- The best youll get when asking him to smile is a 😬
- Has the CUTEST boyish, genuine, lopsided grin ever tho when someone/something makes him smile
- He's a little insecure tho cuz he's got a minor crossover with his two front teeth
- It's not even that noticeable fr but ofc he notices it 😭
- OK BUT SEMI WITH LIP PIERCINGS??
- THESE#*#?@*^$&@ ^^
- 😩‼️
- Heart attack fuel fr
- Has a bunch of piercings on his ears too
- He's slightly autistic, you can sorta see it if you pay really close attention to his actions
- He gets overwhelmed with emotions a lot and has a habit of punching walls
- THE MOST FUCKED UP FAMILY
- His mom was a prostitute and his dad was an army man who was visiting home without his wife and kids
- Then Eita's older brother came and then whoops lol they have connections, why not hook up more often and have MORE KIDS
- Eita's the baby of the "family" when it comes to his fully biological siblings
- Has younger and older half siblings from his mom and dads other flings/marriages
- His mom finally settled with a nice man who has two kids, a daughter year older than Eita and a son two years younger
- He's actually pretty close with his step brother and step dad lol his step sisters kind of a bitch and her and her friends are loud (but he's not home much anyway due to the dorms so it doesn't matter)
- Meanwhile his dad's first wife forgave him for some unknown reason so he's back with her he guesses, he doesn't talk to his dad really at all
- Him and his mom have the damn worst relationship
- He can't stand her 💀 she fucked him up from the time he was born to the time he left for STZW
- In Middle school/Junior high, he pretty much wore the same hoodie everyday of his life
- It was orange so teachers always asked him to take it off until he started wearing it under his uniform jacket and at that point they would just sigh and leave him be 😭
- Has also had the same backpack since middle school 💀 still has graded papers in there from 5 years ago that he hid from his mom
- Heterochromia in his eyes and hair!
- His hair is pretty obvious yk but his eyes not as much
- His eyes are already a gray-brown color but his left one is just a tinge more grey than the other
- Love languages‼️‼️
- Not the MOST affectionate person in the world but he happily gives it out to people he wants to
- Gives out mostly physical touch and words of affirmation (if he doesn't get too flustered while saying them) and prefers to receive them both back
- HAS SCARS he was a wild child fs
- Knees have scars from constantly being scraped, one from when he got cut by a sea shell at the beach on his lower right stomach, and one on his jaw that goes onto his face from him just being a dumbass
- And those are just the more noticeable ones
- His favorite person in the whole world is his little sister (well,, one of his little sisters)
- She's 6 years old and also the light of his life
- If you get him Pockeys for his birthday he will actually stab you
- Will loudly mock the noises Reon makes when he sits down just to rile him up a bit
- Was that one fucking kid that banged their hands and pencils against the table to make beats
- Has lots of posters of rappers and rock bands all over the dorm walls (Reon, aka roomie, like the angel he is doesn't mind one bit)
- No clue why this wasn't mentioned earlier but this dude is literally the most bisexual man I've ever laid eyes on
- BITES/CHEWS ON EVERYTHING
- Bites towels when he's drying off, bites and totally fucks up all the edges of the head holes in his shirts, bites his hoodie strings, bites his blanket when he's laying down, bites the ends of pencils
- I could go on.
- It's concerning
- If he's not going through a manic episode, he falls asleep EVERYWHERE
- They went to a restaurant as a team while the third years were just first years and a second year looked over to speak to him and he was face down on the table drooling with the other first years awkwardly trying to wake him up 😭
- Everyone is terrified of waking him up at first cuz he gets all cranky
- Now they dgaf 💀 they realize he's gonna be cranky either way cuz he's Semi Eita
- Reon's the only one who's gentle with waking him up
- Tendō and Yamagata, and sometimes Taichi, are definitely the most ruthless 😭 they stick ice cubes down his shirt and shit
- Goshiki tries to wake him up gently but then he ends up panicking and wakes him up with his panic 💀
- The older he gets, the less of an over aggressive rabid asshole he is and more of a flirt
- Doesn't flirt with just anyone tho, probs mostly his friends just cuz it's funny LMFAO 😭
- Said something dirty to Shirabu once and got smacked upside his head
- Distaste for Ushijima
- He just doesn't like how he's so hard to read and it pisses him off
- Has fist fought with Taichi once over something and ngl he kicked Taichi's ass
- Pretty good spice tolerance 👀 not as good as Yamagata but he's the best on the team
- Likes spicy, salty, and sour stuff
- Cinnamon and lemon are definitely his favorite flavors
- BIG APPETITE
- Which is your average teenage boy but then again, he's an athlete so
- Can yall tell that I'm hungry??
- Thighs sculpted by the gods
- I SAID WHAT I SAID
- He randomly goes up to his teammates and starts to act like he's boxing them
- Just gets in stance and starts swinging and makes sound effects with his mouth
- Never really hits them (unless it's Tendō or Yamagata, he might give them a little punch) and if he does he slows it down so it doesn't hurt
- One day Yamagata squared up in response and they just had a fake boxing match
- Calls Reon his volleyball wife 😭
- Literally has him in his phone as 'Wifeyyyy🤤🥴🥶‼️'
- INNOCENT EXCITEMENT HAPPENS A LOT WITH HIM‼️
- He didn't have the best childhood so small things excite him a lot and make him feel special
- He names his guitars but no one knows that except himself 🧍
- It wouldn't be Semi hcs if I didn't talk about music
- Metallica, Nirvana, Iron Maiden, Slipknot, Korn, Megadeth, Black Sabbath, Testament
- Metal, rock, grunge
- ✨️90s alternative✨️
- Don't even get him started, he'll go on for days
- IT'S BEEN A MINUTE SINCE I'VE WROTE DOWN SOME HCS, HOPE I HAVEN'T LOST MY TOUCH 💀
- ANYWAYS HAPPY NEW YEARS 🔥
#haikyuu!!#shiratorizawa#stzw#semi eita#shirabu kenjirou#shirabu kenjirō#ōhira reon#oohira reon#tendou satori#tendō satori#yamagata hayato#ushijima wakatoshi#kawanishi taichi#goshiki tsutomu
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AOMG Profiles
Hey everyone! So, I finally wrote the AOMG profiles. If I missed anyone, it’s because I don’t know much about them yet. I only really know about Sogumm from Sign Here and I’ve seen her live. We went to the AOMG tour in Dallas, so we saw Wonjae, Coogie, DeVita, and Sogumm. As always, send me a request of whatever you wanna see! Also, be forewarned, these are just bullet points of dumb shit, tbh.
1. Jay Park
- Fukboi Extraordinaire
- Workaholic
- Probably addicted to sex, tbh
- Definitely projects his sex life to the world
- Has some big name friends, he literally works for Jay-Z and that’s weird
- Probably has a secret softboi side but is mostly fukboi
- Has so many freaking tattoos
2. Simon Dominic
- The world’s softest Uncle
- Used to sleep in his studio
- Is in the weirdest group when you consider people like The Quiett and Yumdda. Great song but a concerning group of individuals. He also literally had a broken leg in the video. Why? What did he do?
- Loves to harass Jay
- When listening to the song Simon Dominic, you can stop spelling his last name and just spell Simon Dom
3. Gray (He’s so hot)
- Incredible producer and rapper. The originally 119 is fire and I will take no criticism
- A soft boi who sometimes gets really awkward
- Somehow way more pretty than most women that exist
- Has threatened to take We Are back from Wonjae on more than one occasion
- Listen to his album, it’s fire
4. Loco
- The most awkward boi
- If you haven’t watched It’s Dangerous Beyond the Blankets, please do. He’s ridiculous and his mom likes to buy him As Seen on Tv products
- The cutest bean and must be protected at all costs
- Was not here for Sign Here but they did have a large cardboard cutout of him
5. Woo Wonjae
- A small, soft bean who is also depressed
- I’m not sure he leaves his house that much
- Definitely a drink at home kind of guy
- Is best friends with Cokun, for some reason?
- Is glad he’s no the youngest anymore
- Is as tiny live as he appears on tv but he’s freaking amazing live. I have video evidence after seeing him in concert
6. Code Kunst
- Dedicated Cat Mom
- Kind of looks like a drunk aunt
- Has now gotten super buff and I’m concerned about it
- Wakes up and chooses violence most days
Likes to be an asshole for absolutely no reason
7. punchnello
- Is a giggly little baby. My source is SMTM 8
- At one point, his shaved head with bright yellow hair looked like a tennis ball
- He’s really just a tiny e-boi and I mean, tiny
- Is proof that violent rap comes in all sizes
- Disappeared off the face of the planet for a while
8. sogumm
- Tiny, weird, and pretty. She’s quite confusing
- I’m concerned by the existence of Balming Tiger
- She sings like she’s been drunk her entire life but her live vocals are freaking insane
- All I ever think of is her versus Sokodomo and them being labeled as Psycho versus Pyscho
- Her fashion sense is strange and I don’t understand it
9. Yugyeom
- Hey, look, Got7!
- Has transformed into a large fukboi under the tutelage of Jay Park
- Has some of the most concerning friends. Especially if you consider that he is friends with both BamBam and Jungkook and Jaehyun from NCT. The 97 line is concerning
- I think Jay wanted another dancer since he spends all of his time forcing other members of AOMG to dance. He then just hired Yugyeom
- I think he might be the tallest person in AOMG
10. Coogie
- Look at that soft boi go
- I think The Quiett might be jealous that AOMG got him. He was obsessed with him in SMTM 777
- He’s super excitable and listening to him try to speak English makes me giggle
- He’s also phenomenal live and is ridiculously pretty
- His music is fun and he is adorable
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Send me any requests you might have!
#aomg#aomg profile#aomg jay park#aomg simon dominic#aomg gray#aomg loco#aomg punchnello#aomg sogumm#aomg yugyeom#aomg coogie#aomg code kunst#aomg woo wonjae
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Reasonable 2: Electric Boogaloo
I did warn you guys that this was coming, I decided to do 2 responses for today’s prompt because I felt extra inspired by the word of the day. The first response was more sad with the guys fighting and everything, this is more happy in my opinion. It’s a love confession, because I love love confessions. It’s a love confession and a bit of an argument that ensues because of Remus being confused and thinking that Sirius is making a wrong decision by wanting to be with him, because he has very low self esteem. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up and everything.
I don’t believe there is anything to warn about other than Remus being self deprecating, please tell me if I’m wrong about that.
Anyways, enjoy.
@wolfstarmicrofic
“You’re not being reasonable Sirius!” Remus shouted at Sirius, his hands shaking as he sat on the bed beside his crush. His crush who just admitted that they like him back, his crush who just admitted that but he honestly thinks that this must be some sort of prank or something because why would they date when Remus has so many issues and things that should send Sirius running for the hills, especially since Sirius knows about those things.
Sirius put their hand on top of his, trying to calm him,“Moony, since when is love ever reasonable?”
The world seems to stop at this question.
Sirius’ gray eyes being all Remus can look at, like after drawing him into the stare he can never look away. Maybe he was supposed to turn to stone now, that would probably be better than any response he could come up with. How is he supposed to know the answer, the only love he’s ever felt has been one sided, or at least that’s what he thought. Love isn’t known for being reasonable, or at least that’s what books seem to indicate. But fiction is fiction and the real world has more rules. Society and all that.
Confusion fills Remus’ face, “I…I wouldn’t know.”
“But, it just doesn’t make sense,” Remus continued.
“Nothing makes sense,” Sirius countered with a smile.
Remus rolled his eyes, “Maybe if you studied more, but that’s besides the point.”
“Ah yes, and what was your great point Moony?”
“I enjoy spending time with you and being around you too Sirius, but you’re you and I’m me…”
Sirius raised an eyebrow.
“I’m awkward and not all that much of a looker and poor and a dude and a werewolf, I feel like that point needs to be emphasized–”
“Cutest werewolf I’ve ever seen,” Sirius interjected.
“It needs to be emphasized, I’m a bloody werewolf, a fucking murderous monster, I’m Loony Lup–”
Sirius put their hand over his mouth, “Don’t you dare finish that word, can’t have you insulting my best mate, let alone my crush. Especially not reiterating those stupid lines from Snievillus. I’d have to punch you, and I was taught how to by the best, so you really wouldn’t want these fists on your beautiful face.”
Silence filled the room for a moment as they considered what to say next.
“From what I heard in your little bulleted list, about a half of those things are untrue, and the other half don’t matter. Plus you didn’t include all the great things about yourself. You are the smartest person ever in all of existence, I’m pretty sure even Lily is jealous of you because of that. You really care about your friends, even when we…fuck up…..You let me rammble like this and you really listen when I do, or if you don’t you haven’t let me catch on yet and that’s really pretty sweet. You make me want to be better because you are already so amazing. AND you’re handsome as hell.”
“Look, if you don’t love me,” they paused, nervous and biting their lip, “then I understand, I’ll take that denial. But, I think if we tried to take our relationship more serious–”
They bit back the urge to make the very overused pun, but hoover dam is it a fun pun.
“I like being around you, seeing you roll your eyes at my stupid jokes, talking to you about everything and nothing, just sitting with you because it’s you…I’m sorry if I made things awkward with all of this and kissing you for that dare and everything. We can pretend this never happened if you want, but…if you do want to, I’d like to date you. Or go steady–not study–, or whatever you want to call it.”
Remus didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know how to say what he needed to say, he didn’t feel like he could as those eyes stared at him. Maybe that’s something he could work on, but not in these few seconds of silence, for a Gryffindor he might not have the best courage just yet.
He made a decision, he hugged Sirius. Feeling both of their hearts close together, both of them were nervous.
Remus spoke, quietly by his ear, “Of course I like you back.”
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More stuff lol (part 3 I think?)
“I doubt it’s anything personal, Maeve,” Gladys says reassuringly.
I start poking through the racks at Willow Hill, my favorite boutique on Meyne Island. Gladys’s sister, Raquelle, is getting married on Friday and hired me as the entertainment for the reception which is why Gladys and I are both shopping for dresses right now.
“I don’t see how it couldn’t be personal,” I glance over at her. “He probably thinks I’m aggravating.”
“How can he think you’re aggravating?” Gladys asks as she inspects the dress options in front of her. “He doesn’t even know you, and he’s too busy to even have time to be aggravated with you.”
“Is he always this grumpy?” I ask.
“Always,” she answers with a nod. “He’s grumpy with all of us nurses, and he’s blunt, but he’s not rude. At least, he doesn’t try to be.”
I can’t help but sigh. It’s rather annoying how I haven’t thought about much else but Dr. Milborough for the past two weeks, and I know that seeing him at the beach three days ago has already just set off another two weeks of me thinking about him.
The thing is, I don’t even know what it is about him. He’s literally just another man with two eyes, two ears, a nose, a mouth, and all his limbs. Maybe it’s because he’s tall, maybe it’s because he has that accent, maybe it’s because he has gentle gray eyes and strong arms.
Or maybe it’s because he speaks softly and doesn’t have to shout in order to be heard. Or because he’s polite—enough—and didn’t seem inconvenienced by helping me that day in the grocery store. Or perhaps it’s because he didn’t beg me to dedicate my next performance to him, or to sign an autograph, or attempted to convince me to go out with him despite only knowing of me due to my moderate amount of fame.
I know, this is ridiculously pathetic. I shouldn’t be crushing on this man for such simple things, but I can’t help it. Besides, he has the cutest dog ever!
“Oh, I don’t see why I even care,” I sigh again. “Fuck this, am I right?”
Gladys chuckles. “Sure, Maeve, sure.” She reaches for one of the hangers and holds up a dress to her figure. “What do we think about this one?” It’s light blue and sleeveless with a crisp collar and cinched waist. Very sophisticated. Very Gladys.
“I like it,” I smile. “It’ll look gorgeous with those heels that Duncan gave you for your birthday. You know, the gray ones. I would suggest the white ones that I got you for Christmas last year, but I think that Rockie would actually murder both of us if you wore white shoes on her big day.” Neither of us can help laughing at this.
“I swear that girl hasn’t been more stressed about anything in her entire life,” Gladys says with a shake of her head. “That fiance of hers hasn’t been much help, either. He don't know anything about weddings. I don’t even think he knows that Rockie wants all the guests to wear
blue so we can match with the decorations.”
I shake my head too. “Men, am I right?”
“Absolutely,” Gladys agrees. “Except for my husband.”
“Of course not,” I smile. “Duncan’s one of the good ones.” It’s true. Gladys and Duncan are a fantastic pair. They both contribute the same amount and neither of them make an important choice without consulting the other. The most genuine definition of a pair of equals. A unit. I would envy them if I didn’t already love them so damn much.
“He is,” Gladys nods. “You know I have no time for those pissy ass men who have no morals or work ethic.”
“Most definitely,” I move a couple dresses out of the way before I find a blue one. It’s a shade of darker blue and made of the softest cotton. There’s a thin halter that ties in the back. The skirt doesn’t look too short, yet it isn’t too long. I’d say it would go down a little bit past my knees if I was wearing it.
“Thoughts? Opinions?” I hold the dress up to myself so Gladys can get a proper look at it. “Hopes? Wishes? Dreams?”
“Well isn’t that just gorgeous?” Gladys carefully runs her fingers over the soft cotton fabric. “This would look pretty with those brown high heels of yours. Those ones with the tiny beads on the toes.”
I picture the shoes Gladys mentioned and I certainly agree. Brown shoes are almost always a good choice. They’re timeless and look good on any occasion.
“Should we try these dresses on, then?” I gesture towards the dressing rooms nearby.
“Most definitely,” Gladys says. “I’ll go find a salesgirl.”
***
The dress is nothing short of beautiful. On top of that, it’s also comfortable against my skin. Gladys’s dress suits her as well. Blue has always complemented her.
We both change back into our regular clothes and purchase our dresses one at a time. It’s not long before we’re back on the ferry. Gladys lives on Nerina Island, which is the island second-closest to Meyne, so she doesn’t have to sit on the boat for very long. Meanwhile, I live on Kingfisher Island, which is about another eight miles west.
Gladys and I stand near the railing, talking as Meyne shrinks with every passing second. This is a common thing for us. Between us, there’s always words to be said.
“I honestly can’t wait to perform at Gold Stone on Saturday,” I say. “I know I’ve performed there too many times to count but it was the first-”
I look at Gladys who isn’t saying a word but rather staring straight ahead.
“Uh, hello?” I wave my hand in front of Gladys’s face. “You alive in there?”
“Speak of the devil,” she turns her head towards me, her hand touching my arm. “Look ahead. Don’t make it obvious.”
I look, but I’m not sure if I’m being subtle about it. I think I am. “What the heck am I even looking at?” I blurt out.
“Will you hush?” Gladys’s gentle hand then swats me on the arm. “Look at who's sitting on that bench over there, hm? The man reading the newspaper.”
I look again, and this time, I see what Gladys was staring at. Well, rather who Gladys was staring at. I feel my face heat up and my heart thumps louder inside my chest.
“Fuck,” I mumble. “It’s him.”
He’s gorgeous. Today he’s wearing a beige button-down shirt—with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows—and a pair of slacks. There’s a brown leather satchel next to him. He’s definitely
just left work. His hair is slightly disheveled and he’s wearing a pair of reading glasses with thin wire frames, his brows slightly furrowed from deep focus.
Gladys squeezes my arm. She says something, but I can’t comprehend it.
My eyes widen. I’m snapped out of my trance. “What?”
“You heard what I said,” Gladys says. “Go talk to him.”
“A-alone?” I turn my head to look at her again.
A knowing expression crosses her face. “It’s not like you haven’t talked to him one-on-one before. You’ve done it twice already. No harm in a third time.”
“But like…what do I say?” I bite my bottom lip, confused on what to do. “Can you go over there with me? Please, Gladys, please?”
Gladys sighs. After a second of hesitation she says, “Fine. I’ll go with you.”
I grin at her in thanks. She lets go of my arm and we walk over there in tandem. As we approach Dr. Milborough, he looks up. For a moment, there’s a look in his eye that I can’t quite read. I can’t tell if he’s surprised, annoyed, or a mix of the two. His gaze falls on Gladys first.
“Miss Okoye,” Dr. Milborough nods at Gladys. There’s a hint of a smile on his lips. His eyes flit over to me next. His smile dissipates like a flame that’s been extinguished. “Miss Eaton.” he nods again. “How’re ye ladies today?”
Holy shit. He really doesn’t like me.
“Doing just fine, Doctor,” Gladys replies with that sweet smile of hers. “Maeve and I just went to Willow Hill.”
“Did you, now?” Dr. Milborough cocks his head slightly. His eyes meet mine again. “That’s that popular clothing store on Meyne, no?”
“It is,” I say, straining to remain casual. “We each bought a dress.”
Why did I say that? It’s not like he cares.
“How nice,” he turns towards Gladys again. “Whatever for?”
“My sister’s wedding,” Gladys says. “It’s on Friday.”
“Oh, yes, forgot that Raquelle was gettin' hitched,” Dr. Milborough’s subtle smile returns. “To Bernard Brown, right? Good for her.”
“If you say so.” Gladys chuckles. She glances at me, as if she’s silently willing me to say something. Anything.
My mind goes blank for a couple of seconds.
“The newspaper came out on Monday, and you still haven’t read it yet?”
You dumbass.
Dr. Milborough is quiet for a moment. He’s probably trying to figure out how to respond to someone who sounds so stupid!
“Well, if ye couldn’t already tell, Miss Eaton, I’m a doctor. I work five days a week for ten hours and I’ve hardly had enough time to even pick up the newspaper.”
“O-oh,” I feel my face flushing in embarrassment. “Right. Sorry. That was stupid of me, wasn’t it?”
“It was,” Dr. Milborough says. He shakes his head, chuckling softly. “But it’s alright, ma’am.”
Ma’am.
I feel a spark of electricity jolt throughout my body. My skin grows warmer and my palms sweat. The things I’d let this man do when I don’t even know his exact age is downright shameful.
I can’t even form words. I just smile like a fool.
The ferry stops at the dock on Nerina. I turn to Gladys. Why does she have to go right now?!
“Bye bye, darling,” I say to Gladys, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “I had fun today.”
“Goodbye, darling,” Gladys gives me a quick side hug and returns my kiss on the cheek. “I had fun today too. I’ll see you on Friday.”
“Of course, love you.”
“Love you too.”
I wave goodbye as Gladys walks away. I watch her exit the boat and step onto the dock before starting her stroll home.
“I didn’t know you and Miss Okoye were so close,” Dr. Milborough says to me. The boat starts moving again.
I shrug. “Well, to be frank, Dr. Milborough, you don’t know me.”
He hesitates for a moment before answering, “You’re right, Miss Eaton, I don’t.”
“Well, wouldn’t you like to?” I ask. I have no idea how he’ll respond to this, but there’s only one way to find out.
“Doesn’t look like I have a choice now, do I?” he says. “I see your face everywhere.” Now I’m the one who doesn’t know what to say. Sure, I’m well-known within the Sanctuary, but seeing my face everywhere might be a little extreme, which is why Dr. Milborough’s comment confuses me. What does he mean by “I see your face everywhere”? I doubt it’s him saying that he thinks of me; I wouldn’t believe that at all. So, I try to spin it to sound like an insult in my head, yet everything goes blank. What does he mean?!
“Oh?” I raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean by that?”
Dr. Milborough’s response is quick. “Well, yer well known, and yer always performing at my favorite bar.”
“Which is?” It takes everything in me to not take a deep, anticipating breath in. His answer could possibly lead to major changes to my performance schedule for a while.
He hesitates. His eyes meet mine. There’s a spark of something in his stare, but it only lasts for a second. It vanishes as soon as it appears.
“Gold Stone,” Dr. Milborough finally says.
I hold back a smile. He picks up his newspaper again, indicating that this conversation is more or less over and that I should just get lost.
I hope I get to see him on Saturday. I don’t care if he likes me or not. In fact, if he does, then maybe seeing my face and hearing my voice will make him think about me even more.
That is, if he even thinks about me in the first place, which I’m sure he doesn’t.
This is the silly third chapter in this story! The funny thing is that I came up with a lot of the plot from character ai haha! I love character ai!
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Media: Star Trek
Year/my age: 2020/30
What drew me to the media:
Okay! To be far, I was a fan since birth. In the back of our VHS cabinet, an entire wall of the shelf was made up of The Original Series. I think it was 30 or so tapes? Each vhs case was a uniform gray. My dad was a fanatic since childhood. They watched the Next Generation before my memory began. Deep Space Nine played in the background of my life and then Voyager. They separated when Enterprise was running. Star Trek is in my blood.
I watched TOS alone in college the same year I got interested in the Labyrinth. It's goofy. It's shakespearean. The OT3 is potent! I had fun but it didn't leave much of an impression on me besides: 'I like Spock. Kirk is a doofus. I like Bones.' After college that was it. I put Star Trek away.
For the next few years I dabbled with the Next Generation, but it's uhhhh... just not very interesting for me.
So what the fuck was my problem with it? I'm a sci fi fan! Yaknow! This is my heritage! This is my calling! But I was always lowkey pissed at Star Trek, and I continue to be.
And this is something that frustrates me about Star Trek fans, is no one wants to talk about things they don't like about the shows. I mentioned a plot of a novel I was working on to a group of writers and someone (as someone does) was like 'oh yes, like Star Trek!'
I scratched my head and said, pitifully, 'well, you know, I sort of have a lot of issues with Star Trek.'
"What!? But Star Trek is the best!"
But like...is it?
And since it doesn't seem to allow space for critique, it's sort of hard for me to get my feelings out about my hangups with it. I'll try my best.
To really understand why I didn't like the Next Generation is I sort of needed to experience Farscape before I could approach it again.
This is my biggest hangup about it.
I have a hard time understanding a future where everyone has the same motivation for being and existing together in space. Star Trek is very utilitarian. It's carpeted corridors. It's a little sexless (The Original Series got around this but it's also very dated sexiness). It can be so SERIOUS. It's militaristic (yes it's a peace mission to explore the galaxy but the organization of the ship is so uninspired for me). And even when the crew encounters a complex moral dilemma, it always feels like they get on top of it in the best way possible. Everyone is fit in this world. Everyone is healthy in this world. They shape human culture as if we "achieved" perfection somewhere along the past.
And it drives me FUCKING CRAZY.
The world of Star Trek is not a future I want at all!
Sorry I'm such a messy slut, but like it really dilutes the complexity of existence to the most utilitarian and predictable. The Starship Enterprise reminds me of past work environments that do 'culture hiring' for fuck's sake!
In short, the storytelling bothers me. The characters both me. And I wish we fans could have a conversation about why Star Trek *isn't* perfect and why as a the leading sci fi franchise it needs to embrace being more fucked up.
What made me a fan:
Deep Space Nine baby! What I just said above was completely voided on that fucked up space station because it's about a bunch of people that have to learn to live with each other despite having varied life experiences and view points. They aren't going to all get along. That's a good thing. People make mistakes here. Bad ones.
Some of the more batshit characters exist in this series. Garak is fucking wild. Like WTF. Gul Dukat is the WORST. Kai Winn SUCKS. Quark!? IS GREAT. Odo???? I LOVE MY JELLOMAN KIND OF FASCIST???? OR NOT? THE HOTTEST WOMEN EVER ARE IN THIS SHOW AND ONE OF THEM KISSES ANOTHER WOMAN. Kira and Jadzia are like so good. Sisko is fucking great. Miles o Brian is back being traumatized and has some fantastic episodes. Season 2 there is a three person pregnancy. People dying really knocked the legs out of me. Weyon is the fucking cutest dumpster fire evil clone.
DS9 really helped me see Star Trek differently. It's a really good story from start to end, which I feel like the procedural nature of the other series has a tough time grappling.
The problem characters add so much zest to plots too. It's one of the first Star Treks that I actively see trajectories of characters when they aren't on screen.
Like Garak/Bashir example. Bashir would be interested in the giant lizard spy, because he's obsessed with subterfuge. They probably have some weird friends with benefits situation until the Wire. Then it's more serious. But when war starts, they get distant again. Julian is grappling with his identity. He shifts to hanging with Miles a lot more as the war gets hot. He gets drafted into being a spy. They have the weird prison camp 'adventure' yikes. When they finally separate at the end, with Garak finally being able to return to Cardassia but it's fucking wrecked and Julian says goodbye. There is a REAL MATERIAL SADNESS THERE. And that's only one example of show dynamics. I can imagine a lot of his weird mental jumps beyond the plot of the show just in subtext.
I remember showing DS9 to the hubs and being like 'why didn't you tell me this show rocked?' and he was like 'you know I don't think I thought of this show as highly as I do no rewatching it with you. it's really one of the best star trek series.'
YES THANK YOU.
Have I written fanfiction for it? Why or why not?
I have. I wrote a really short one shot about Odo pining for Kira. I liked the Odo/Kira pairing. Heart of Stone really blasted me. I knew that he was going to develop a crush on Kira because someone told me, but that episode is SO SPICY. Like no one expected that jelly dude to want to with Kira, who was like so adored by so many people. AH. I still love it.
Just thinking about it again. I should've written more. I had the ideas. But I was sort of bogged down with the other things I was writing at the time, and writing Star Trek fanfiction is also intimidating. It's a big fandom. There is so much lore that I can't even begin to grapple with.
I also knew that if I started on any of my ideas they would spin out of control. I'm long-winded. Even if I say 'I'll keep this short' working on a project generates more ideas for me.
I really really love DS9. I really love ALL THE CHARACTERS. Where do I even start? I'd be at it forever.
Opinion on the fandom:
I've already mentioned my hang ups with the fans, but I love the fandom. Star Trek fans are widespread. They exist in so many people. This show has touched so many people in so many ways for generations. It will continue to matter to our stories and culture.
But thanks to DS9 reorganizing my atoms or whatever, I can watch other Star Trek shows again (at least for a bit). I think I'm halfway through Voyager. I'll probably finish it some day. I'm excited to one day start Enterprise.
Would I read it again?
Sure! Ya!
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CHILDE:
Childe has a very strong immunity system. No lame flu could ever get him. Mayhaps it's the below 0-degree temperature in Snezhnaya that helped his body grow accustomed to certain climates and temperatures? Because according to him, he "takes colds and kicks ass." However, after having too much fun and getting too competitive with Scaramouche at the Dragonspine Ski Resort, he's struck down with a terrible fever. From Sneznaya's Greatest Love Machine to sick babie in (y/n)'s care. He's not necessarily the whiny type but Childe is very helpless. Whether it was intentional or not, he couldn’t help himself at all. He forgets about the cough drops he has to drink and you have to remind him about it, when he refuses to eat Goulash fresh from Dragonspine and demands for alphabet soup, or when you're doing work in the living room and he comes up to you wrapped in a burrito blanket, asking for cuddles because "hugs are the best medicine." to which, you would reply with a hard "no." because you couldn't risk the both of you getting sick. (Even though you were craving hugs from him too.) Due to your boyfriend's stubbornness, it took a week before he could fully recover. And when he did, you bet he rushes to you, screaming, "I'm cured!" peppering you with kisses on your cheek and enveloping you in hugs that you've longed so much from him.
DILUC:
Colds are Diluc's worst enemy. Whenever he got remotely sick when he was a kid, whether it be a runny nose or a small allergy, his immune system literally betrays him. So, when he gets sick, he literally gets sick. Since then, He vowed to maintain a healthy body. You've never even seen him get a headache! It's always been Diluc taking care of you whenever you’re down with a cold. You had always wished for a moment where the tables would turn and it would be you taking care of him for once. That would soon happen on a particularly normal day. Diluc approaches you and asks if you could check his temperature. You bring out a thermometer to check if he has a fever, and it read 38 degrees. Diluc suddenly panics. His face red as a tomato and feeling woozy and lightheaded, your boyfriend wraps his arm around you for support as you bring him to your bedroom. Then, he suddenly sneezes. An adorable sniffle you did not expect to hear from your boyfriend or from anyone as handsome as him at all. It was the cutest "achoo." you've ever heard. You giggle, reaching for his neatly folded pajamas in the closet and handing it to him. "Pretend you didn't hear that." He says coldly, trying to not act embarrassed. Since that night and until he became well, you barely left Diluc’s side. He's wrapped in a blanket, his usual well-dressed get up is replaced with a dark gray hoodie and joggers, your stuffed plushies are cuddled up beside Diluc to keep him company whilst he's bed-ridden, and you're bringing him healthy and delicious meals to help him get better soon. When he had finally recovered, Diluc thought that maybe getting sick wasn't all that bad. Especially if the the one most dearest to him could love and care for him so well while he’s at his weakest.
KAEYA:
Kaeya tries to hide his cold at first. He doesn't want to make you worry too much. After all, he's not the type to get so sick easily anyway. T'was the cursed downpour of rain on that particular Wednesday night after his evening classes to blame for all of this. When you're around him, he clears his throat every time he has the urge to cough, He tries to sneeze as quietly as possible so you wouldn't hear, and he takes his daily medicine for colds behind your back. It wasn't til you accidentally hear his loud coughs whilst he was on his phone when you realized that he had a cold for the past few days now. You were a bit sad at first because Kaeya shouldn't have hid this from you, and yet, you quickly understood when he told you why. Since then, you've been taking care of him. He would lie on your lap as you apply a fever patch on his forehead, massaging his temples, as he coos adoringly at your gestures of affection. In fact, he loved the special treatment that he was getting from you so much, that even if he was getting better, he still asked if you could rub his temples to ease the pain he's been feeling from his common colds. Although it is very clear that he's already free of his illness, you chose to play along with him. and so from then on, giving Kaeya a loving massage became a part of your daily routine, and he was loving every minute of it.
ZHONGLI:
As a herb and tea enthusiast, Zhongli is able to keep a healthy mind and body. Chamomile tea before the two of you go to bed and a scented humidifier wafting around your house to rid of the germs. However, after eating something he had ordered for the both of you on Postmates and not knowing there was seafood in it, his mild allergies suddenly strike him with a severe cold. Zhongli hates this feeling. He hates not being able to get up, water the plants, read his books, or stroll around the city with you. He had no physical energy to do anything. He kept your house as clean and as influenza-free as possible. Yet here was, on your shared bed, speaking in a nasally but cute voice, a glass of orange juice on the bedside table, and tuned in to the Discovery Channel because it was the closest he could get to the wonderful world around him whilst he was sick. "I miss hearing your soothing voice." You say jokingly, drying a hot towel so you can pat and place it on Zhongli's forehead. "I'm afraid I can't do anything right now, my love. I'm sorry. A-Actually... my body feels hot. I think I need to take a shower." Wearing a bathrobe or else he'd shiver and have his condition worsen, you help your boyfriend take a hot bath by washing his hair and help dry it right after. Zhongli wasn't the type of boyfriend to ask for these kinds of things, but it was such a sweet gesture. You gingerly wash his hair, spread shampoo around his auburn streaks and small upward curls, and massaging his head in the process. He hums in delight whilst you giggle at his utters of praise, leaving him once you're done with your deed. After a relaxing bath that had probably defeated the colds that was plaguing him, Zhongli is back on his feet the next day. Unfortunately, you were the next victim of this stupid flu and now, it was Zhongli's turn to take care of you and making sure you would get the love and treatment that you had given him.
XIAO:
Calling your boyfriend stubborn when he's sick is quite an understatement. As a very productive person, Xiao always sets a certain amount of things to do as his goal for the day. Going to the skate park, hanging out with you, playing sports, or playing video games were just many of the activities he would do in a span of a day. But, when he catches a cold after staying up too late (sleep is for the weak! According to the Vigilant Yaksha as the mad lad had stayed up till 7 AM) after getting too invested in playing Resident Evil Village, he comes down with a flu that same afternoon. And so, his usual routine of going to the skate park, hanging out with you, and playing video games were soon to be replaced with lounging in the bed, taking medicine, being reprimanded by (Y/N) for moving too much, and feeling like shit because he can't do anything at all. You will literally shoot daggers when you see your boyfriend dashing around because he's supposed to be in bed, getting all the rest he can get. You were very strict with him, simply because you had to. Xiao was very careless after all. You were cooking dinner that same night when Xiao comes up to you, resting his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering, "I can go to school with you tomorrow." "Xiao... no you won't. Go to back to bed. I'll bring you the Veggie Radish Soup there." You reply harshly, paying no attention to him at all. His tsundere tendencies were showing when you deliver the soup to him and he grumbles, "Y-you don't have to take care of me like this. It was my fault as to why I got sick in the first place. I can take care of myself, you know." You raise an eyebrow, giving him a knowing yet loving look. "I know that. But, I'm doing this because I love you. You're my freaking boyfriend for petesake! Why would I not care for you like this!?"
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