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certainlynotasimp · 2 years ago

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Our Love

(Miguel O’Hara x Female Reader)

A/N: Hey everyone~✨ I’m writing this request thingy after I um had kind of a bad day. Not to get too personal, um parents can suck. Like they can hurt your feelings and not care. So I wanted to write this because I kinda wish that I had parents like Sunny and Miggy tbh. Anyway enough with that~✨

A/N: TikTok spoiled some of the movie for me so I’m kinda mad but I got to think up some more Sunny lore for you guys. This is part 2 of Our Girl and forgive the ending because I ran out of ideas. If you like my work please check out my master list and if you wanna stay up to date with the series, then comment on this Taglist and you’ll be added. To see what’s coming up next then check out my upload schedule.✨

If you are someone who has struggled with Postpartum, Child loss, anxiety with pregnancy, or any trauma related to child birth and child bearing, feel free to skip this if you don’t think you can handle it. Your well being is more important, so go read some fluff, drink some water, and if you don’t have anyone giving you kisses then here: *platonic kisses*

Warnings: Grumpy x Sunshine, Female Reader/Female pronouns, Barely use of (Y/N) ((Sunny is their nickname, not their name)), angst, trauma, mentions of child loss, anxiety around pregnancy, and Google Translated Spanish.

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The bouncing fear blooms as the repeating drumming of her pacing feet in the confined walls of the bathroom stall. The constant nagging of her god mother comes back to haunt her like the remains of her muffin tries to climb it’s way back up.

The three minute timer on her phone felt like an eternity as the white piece of plastic continues to load up the bullet that will end everything she’s built up for herself so far.

She was head of the undergraduate at her biology department at NYU and she had stupidly decided to go out to some party with her friends to celebrate the end of the school year. An embarrassing hook-up occurred with her having to sneak out without even getting a good look at the guy. Of course she assumed that her drunken self would have used protection, but unfortunately, alcohol doesn’t always encourage good decisions.

She thought that the sudden spouts of tossing her lunch up was simply due to nerves as she was applying for a work study program with Alchnemax, but the sudden repulsion to her god mother’s cooking is what really set the dread into motion. A dread she swallowed down with a big smile as she pretended her whole life wasn’t changing in an instant. She held onto the hope that maybe it was just nerves bothering her until today.

Her interview with Alchnemax went exceptionally well. The woman was aware that her chances of being accepted were low despite her high academic achievements due to A) she’s a scholarship student, B) she’s some poor kid from Brooklyn, and C) she was an orphan without any cushy family legacy behind her.

Two of the three department leaders of the Genetics department already decided her fate as they had those noses turned up at her, but one just looked at her with kindness. He gave her a chance. And if it wasn’t for that the others wouldn’t have heard her creditials and wouldn’t have looked at her completely impressed. The man who looked at her so proudly gave her a wink as a way of showing he was sure I was gonna get it. Not in the creepy sexually charged man way. But like how a father would their child.

Her first friend here. Dr..

The beeping from the phone alarm catches her attention as she turns to look at the white stick of destiny. Her whole life is forever changing today one way or another….

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“I’m what?” She gasps as she looks up at the red and blue man in a lab coat in shock.

She had just awoken hours after she had experienced the most bizarre incident that landed her in the infirmary. She had met a girl from an alternate dimension where she and Miguel were normal people who had a family together, and their daughter was that universe’s Spider-Woman.

Their Daughter…their baby…

“You’re pregnant, Miss. (L/N).” Spider-Doc says cheerfully as he places a cold device on her stomach. A monitor appears from the small device with a familiar picture of a small little bean inside the black vast of her womb. A baby…

“It looks like you’re about 6 weeks along based on the size of the fetus and it’s a good thing we found out when we did. Mr. O’Hara would have had our throats if he….”

The doctor’s words fell on deaf ears as the woman’s eyes focused intently on the image in front of her. The sounds of their pounding heart beat challenges the drumming of her own as her fingers lightly trace the image. She was so small…so defenseless.

Just like he was…

“D-does Miguel know?”

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Positive.

The test mocked her as she watched her Godmother hold onto the plastic piece with an unreadable expression. The twist of her dark mauve painted lips causes her glowy skin to crack under her dark eyes. A hand pushes back the freshly installed knotless braids as the clinking of the golden charms twisted her stomach more.

April was the one person the girl could always rely on the most in the world, having raised her since she was eight years old. She was the only real mother figure she’s ever known and always pushed her to her hardest. April always made sure that the two were always fed, clothed, and pampered, and the only thing she ever asked for was for her godchild to bring home all A’s and to have a smile.

April taught her to value education both in and out of school. She made sure she could solve any math problems as best as she could without a calculator and how to make sure to know which doors she can knock on if someone was following her at night. April made sure she knew her Spanish well so she can have bigger opportunities in the workforce and to know respect for the Parra’s down the hallway.

April had a baby the same time as her best friend Maria and promised each other to be each other’s godmothers so their daughters can always be best friends just like their moms.

But, Maria lost her life while April lost her baby.

“How far along are you?” The older woman asks with her dark warm eyes misting over as she looks at her god child.

“I don’t know, maybe a month and a half…” The own girl’s body shaking as sobs built up in her chest as she looks at her now smiling godmother.

“Do you want to keep it?…”

The question hung in the air as the women’s combined shaking forms as the woman honestly didn’t think about it before.

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When the spider got released from the infirmary, she immediately turned off her gizmo as she turned invisible. She shakily avoided everyone she could so she could go to her room without seeing anyone.

She couldn’t bring herself to see anyone. Not with this. She knew if Miguel wasn’t on a mission right now then he would have already been at the infirmary waiting on her, but she wouldn’t be able to look him in the eyes. It wasn’t fair.

One of her hands rests on her stomach as she navigates the hallways before finally reaching her room. She waited until no one was paying attention to slip in and turn back to normal with a painful sigh. She forgot how painful it was to do that without her suit helping her. Miguel specifically made it so her powers wouldn’t put as much strain on her heart than it already did.

Her back hits the door as she finally collapses with a shaker breath. The reality of the situation was finally kicking in as she placed both hands on her stomach. She was pregnant with Miguel’s child.

Something that definitely wasn’t supposed to happen. Sure, she can argue that if the anomalous event hadn’t have occurred and destroyed her dimension , she would have never known about the Spider Verse or even met Miguel…

But she’s accepted that whatever relationship they were in wasn’t going to be able to manifest more than what it was. Two broken people who fell in love and were trying to make the best of their circumstances.

Due to her being from an alternate dimension, there isn’t a canon event that could possibly let her be able to live with Miguel and start a family…it would just destroy every thing…

‘Would Miguel even want this baby?…’ She though as she runs one of her shaking hands over her cheek as anxious tears rolled down her face. ‘What if she has powers like us? What if they aren’t healthy? Would he want to get rid of it because she’s an anomaly….’

She didn’t have the same support system as she did when she had her son, Ben. She didn’t have April who would sooth her anxieties of motherhood and made sure that Ben had diapers at home. She didn’t have the Parra’s who would bring her supper some evenings in exchange for letting the infertile Valeria babysit her boy when her and April were busy. She didn’t have the corner stores where they always hid back some cans of formula for her and gave her son lollipops.

Her son…her baby boy that she failed…

The image of his lifeless little body appears in her vision as she remembers the way his body was limp in her hold. The way his little face was so frozen in fear when he used to always have the biggest smile on his face…

“What if I fail this one too?”

Her thoughts cause sobs to rip from her body as she curls her knees up to her chest as she thought about all of the possibilities that this baby would ruin it…

Then Maria’s face came to mind. The young spider girl that was only a few years younger than she was when she found out she was gonna have Ben.

With the girl’s face burning in her mind, the woman stands up and immediately storms out of her room. Her blurry eyes burned as she made her way to the one place that she knew would have answers.

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Ba dump ba dump

The pounding sound fills the room as the pair of women stared in awe at the monitor. A little squirming being about the size of her hands shined against the black background of the screen as the OB-GYN wiggles around the cold wand over her stomach.

“Oh my…” A teary smile appears on the older woman’s face as April clenches onto her astonished Goddaughter’s hand. The 14 week old fetus was facing the camera as his little legs wiggled around enough to barely turn him over.

His mother stares at him with such wonder as to how she could have made that.

She knew the whole biological process of how it’s down and what to expect at each step, but just seeing him there, barely even big enough to see him, was her baby.

“There he is. A perfectly healthy baby boy.” The OB smiles at the mother and gently traces his little face on the monitor. “Do you have any ideas for names yet?”

April smiles at the girl lost in wonder and decides to let her have the moment she remembers so well from her own pregnancy. April runs her thumb over her child’s knuckles as she answers.

“She wants to name the baby after her parents. They died in a car accident when she was young. If it was a girl, her name would be Maria and if it was a boy, his name would be…”

“Ben.” The mesmerized girl finishes her sentence as she looks back at the doctor with a bright teary smile. “His name is gonna be Ben.”

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“Hey boss.” Lyla cautiously calls the man who was frantically trying to find his missing love.

After he returned from stopping a Prowler anomaly, Miguel immediately went to the infirmary to find that she had left hours ago and no one else has seen her since the young SpiderWoman was sent back home.

He thought she was fine when he last checked on her when they shared a happy tear feast over how wonderful their daughter was before she had fallen asleep from crying.

“Not now Lyla. I’m trying to find (Y/N).” He grumbles as his nerves twist his stomach around.

It wasn’t like her to go off the grid like this, not without at least telling Miguel that she wanted some quiet time. He clenched his fist as he feared that meeting Maria may have caused his Sunny to fall into a bad spell of depression since…

“She’s in the observation room looking at the Web.” Lyla answers like she was annoyed that Miguel was listening to her. “But that’s not what I’m talking about. There’s something strange happening to your-“

Lyla is cut off by Miguel turning her off as he speed walks towards the observation room.

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The tiny wail broke the chaotic tension in the room as tears of joy flood out of the exhausted woman. The squealing babe was placed on her chest as the doctors returned back between her legs to remove the placenta. Her trembling hands came up to soothe the baby boy as his slimy body trembled in the new environment. His dark hair matted to his soft head as his mother placed a delicate kiss on her baby boy’s forehead.

“Hello, Ben.”

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Miguel storms into the observation room as the target of his search stared silently at the glowing red spiral of webs. The images of the Maria of Earth 1784-B played out on a holographic image as she looks like she was tussling with the two boys he recognized as Maria’s brothers. An image of that world’s Miguel comes up and playfully picks up the three with a stumble before throwing them on the couch with a laugh as his wife comes up and laughs behind him.

The family that Miguel dreamed about every night. The one he tried to achieve twice in different ways before it was stolen from him. The one he can’t help but crave with his beloved but knows it probably won’t happen.

“Cariño?….” His voice barely as whisper as he approaches his lover as she jumps in surprise.

Her teary eyes stared at him in alarm as a protective hand was placed on her stomach.

Miguel ignores that detail, believing that she was just mourning her lost baby boy, and gently placed his hand on her cheek, softly wiping away her tears.

Her eyes shine with untold anxiety as her choked sob caused Miguel to pull her into his chest. “Estoy aquí mi amor. Háblame....” He whispers softly into her hair as he wraps his arms tightly around her.

Her own grip traps him against her shaking body as she cries into his chest. Her worries slowly spilling out as she sobs, “ It’s not fair…”

“I know. “ Miguel mumbles as he rubs the base of her skull softly to provide some relief from the pain. “The universe is cruel…”

“It is…” she agrees as her breathing eventually evens out enough for her to pull away slightly to look up into his concern burgany gaze. “Miggy…Tengo algo que decirte... pero tengo miedo de que te enfades conmigo…” She admits with an unstable edge in her voice.

Miguel frowns at this as he cups her face. His concerned love filled eyes closes as he pulls her towards his lips. He kisses her forehead before resting his own forehead against hers. His eyes opening as an encouraging smile shines at him.

“No, mi sol, nunca me enfadaría contigo. Especialmente si te está causando tanto estrés.” He mutters as he feels his beloved’s hands wrap around his thick wrist, using his pulse to stablize her.

“Really?” She looks for reassurance as her swollen eyes searched his for any doubt.

“Yes. I’m sure…”

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“Hey, beautiful!” A voice cheers as she enters the hospital room.

The new mother was propped up on a the hospital bed with her newborn son swaddled up in a soft blue blanket. She stops admiring the sleeping babe to smile up as April walks over with a bright smile and a beautiful bouquet of Carnations. Their petals were a soft pink with a baby blue ribbon wrapped around the glass vase. April places the arrangement down as she sits beside the bed.

“So that’s my grandchild?” She asks as she reaches over and gently caresses the bundle. Ben stirs for a moment before settling back down. The young mother nods and slowly moves the baby into her god mother’s arms.

The new grandmother accepts the baby happily as she leans back and gently coos at the sleeping Ben.

“You’re gonna have him spoiled.” She jokes as she admires watching how the older woman’s eyes light up as the baby’s face twitches.

“Grandbabies are for spoiling while children are made for scolding.” April quips back playfully as she giggles at her Goddaughter. “Oh, your boss brought those by the apartment. He said he hopes you’ll bring the little guy by the lab when he’s big enough.”

A confused frown takes over her face before she realizes that her mentor must have been the one she met. Working at Alchemax during her work study and pregnancy allowed her to get close to the board member that gave her the chance to work here. Him being a father himself, he took the pupil under his wing and helped her a lot during this time, even easing her worries with embarrassing tales of his own parenting blunders . He was more of a friend now than her mentor.

As April entertains herself with the infant, the mother reaches over and plucks the card placed on the top of the flower arrangement. She holds the card gently as she read the note, a soft smile.

‘Congratulations, kiddo. You made it to parenthood. You better bring that boy here to hang out with us because I need something more interesting to do than listen to Osborne’s voice all day. Signed, Dr. …. ‘

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“Excuse me!!” A visual of Lyla appears beside the couple with an annoyed expression. Her irritability can be heard as she stares at the startled pair before glaring at Miguel.

“If you’re done being a couple of cry babies, I have some urgent news!” She snaps before pulling up a familiar red webbing with an odd addition wrapping around its nodes.

Miguel frowns in concern as he sees a blue web intertwining with the red nodes of his canon while his sunshine looked shocked.

This was not a normal anomaly…

“What is that?” Miguel asks while Lyla scoffs.

“Your canon is changing, but not from an anomaly.” She explains. “Your universe is fixing itself.”

“Fixing itself from what?” Miguel growls as he’s growing frustrated at the rude behavior the AI was expressing.

“From the bun in your sunshine’s oven.”

And with a quiet what, the big bad Miguel O’Hara falls over and passes out.

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Translations:

Estoy aquí mi amor. Háblame….—-I'm here, my love. Talk to me....

Tengo algo que decirte... pero tengo miedo de que te enfades conmigo…—I have something to tell you...,but I'm scared you are going to be upset with me…

No, mi sol, nunca me enfadaría contigo. Especialmente si te está causando tanto estrés.—-No, my sun, I would never be upset with you. Especially if its causing you this much stress.

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wcters · 24 days ago

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𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗠𝗘 𝗢𝗡 𝗠𝗬 𝗧𝗢𝗘𝗦

pairing: lando norris x fem!brown!reader

summary: in which zak brown’s daughter and lando norris are dating and (unsuccessfully) try to hide it

request: lando and zak brown daughter reader? no specific ideas for this one really i’d love to see how you write it ♡

warnings: established relationships, pretend bullying, jokes about harming others | i decided to do a smau because it matched the vibe i was going for, i want to do backpacking sometime because it looks like so much fun

yourusername

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yourusername i had such a good time hiking the walkers' haute route with friends the past couple weeks !!!!!!! was such a great experience. lots of views, some cuddling, some silliness 🏔️ the video for this trip is in the works. let me know if i should convince my dad to hike with me sometime 🤘

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user1 how hard was it?

↳ yourusername not too bad for me, though it did get difficult in some areas. it’s really nice in the summer and lots of good views. would not recommend it for beginners and would suggest looking into it before you decide to go ☺️

zbrownceo though you are my daughter and i love you, i’ll stick to golf ⛳️

↳ yourusername you are soooo boring

user2 she’s so cool

user3 i feel like this would be such a good bonding experience

landonorris i would pay a lot of money to see you drag zak along

↳ yourusername how much?

user4 we need y/n to organize a wellness trip for the drivers and it’s just her leading a hike while singing as she walks

↳ yourusername free karaoke 🎤 everyone sings while they hike, they just don’t admit it

yourfriend lots of cuddles

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yourusername me out of my comfort zone at the spain gp featuring dad doing work, cool car, me being awesome, this british weirdo that snuck in, some views, and my girl b 🫶

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racerbia i missed you so much ❤️‍🩹

↳ yourusername i was starting to get withdrawal 😔

user1 little snack

↳ yourusername i was feeling famished

landonorris i’m not a weirdo

↳ yourusername 🤨 you sure?

user2 did you convince zak to go hiking?

↳ yourusername unfortunately not

user3 your makeup is always flawless

user4 zak was probably teaming up with mercedes to take out redbull

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yourusername another adventure loading . . .

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user1 she really said “you handle this” to lando

user2 she knew her dad wouldn’t follow her up a mountain to get her in trouble

landonorris please take me with you 🙏

↳ yourusername no idiots allowed, sorry 😞

user3 and they’re still flirting even after they’ve been outed

user4 if you were part of the rainbow fairy books, you’d be y/n the adventure fairy 🏔️🥾🎣

↳ yourusername this is my love language right here. that is the best compliment i’ve ever gotten. i will print this out and keep it in the back of my phone case

author i LIVED for the rainbow magic fairy books as a kid 🧚🧚

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landonorris silverstone i love you, so many incredible fans out there ❤️ congrats on the win @lewishamilton, we'll review, do better and come get you next time 😜

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user1 you did great lando 🔥🔥

user2 he feeling back to normal after knowing zak (probably) won’t kill him

yourusername P3 AT YOUR HOME RACE !!!!! beautiful work

user3 y/n is one of lando’s biggest fans

user4 she really not caring about hiding it anymore

user5 you did us proud lando 🇬🇧

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yourusername new hike, new protégé 🥾🏕️

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user1 this is such an y/n way to reveal their relationship

user2 i never thought i’d see lando “rough it”

landonorris can we take a break? i’m tired

↳ yourusername we’re almost there, you can do it. where’s your stamina gone?

user3 y/n ignored lando to the point that he took it to the comments

zbrownceo you somehow always manage to keep me on my toes

↳ yourusername that’s my job 🫡

yourfriend new backpacking buddy??

↳ yourusername we’ll see how he does with this. it’s only for two days and he’s complaining

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 months ago

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Fellow turns around after feeling the distinct sensation of someone’s hand in his pocket.

“…ah. Shishishi~ Nice collections of wallets you’ve got there, mister! Aren’t they heavy? I swear I was just trying to help you lighten the load! Isn’t that right, Leona-san?” -Ruggie, caught red-handed.

“…” -Leona, just passing by and torn between narrowing his eyes at Fellow’s presence at NRC or putting a palm to his face, absolutely done with everything.

So tell me, do you wanna go?

“Hey now, hands off my pockets!” Fellow shooed the hyena off, keeping protecting hands over his wallets. “I earned these fair and square. Find some other suckers to prey on—and next time, be less obvious about it!”

“Nishishishishi! I dunno, Leona-san~ Ya think we should let this criminal run free?”

“Tch, hell if I care. Don’t get me involved in your personal squabbles. I ain’t cleanin’ up after ya.”

“Wow, harsh.” Ruggie swiveled to Fellow. “You see how he treats me? Awful. After I work my tail off for him, too. The Mystery Shop’s a better gig. Sam still makes me clean, but at least he pays me for my time.”

The emerald of Leona’s eyes cut narrow.

With an impish grin, Ruggie continued. “Geez~ Rich people seriously are the worst!”

“They are,” Fellow agreed in a grumble. He thought of his own employer—well, ex-employer—a shadowy man screaming abuse at him through the phone. “So full of themselves and entitled to service.”

“See, you get me!!” Ruggie elbowed him in the ribs. “Us poors gotta band together and rise up against’m. Let’s eat the rich!”

“Oi, Ruggie,” his dorm leader growled at last, “Quit talkin’ about me like I’m not standing right in front of you.”

“Aww, did I hurt your feelings, Leona-san?”

“Yeah, you’re really breaking my heart,” he drawled sarcastically. “I’m choking up over here.”

“Charming boss you’ve got here.” Fellow’s laugh as light as fairy floss. “I’ll bet he’s a riot with the snooty elites.”

“Oh, like you wouldn’t believe. Well, when he feels like turning on the charm. Works wonders for a distraction while I liberate them of their valuables~”

“Really! That’s usually my job. Sometimes I pull double duty. Giddie ain’t exactly good at keeping people’s attention or being slick with his hands.”

“You have a partner? Convincing Leona-san to play along’s like pulling teeth. He whines all the time and makes demands like some overgrown cub—”

“Ruggie,” Leona snapped. Low, threatening—a command to stay silent.

“My bad!! My lips are sealed!” the hyena pledged. He comically dipped into a bow and slunk back.

Leona stepped up.

“Ohoh?”

Here comes the king.

The regal lion rolled his shoulders, inclining his head back—looking down on Fellow. “… Hey, scammer. I held my tongue before since you were slinking around town being sketchy—but now you’re in my territory, and I make the rules around here.

“I don’t care if you go around plucking wallets from unsuspecting herbivores. Just don’t cross me, not again. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll tread lightly. Got that?”

His tone was familiar. Assured and full of arrogance. A luxury afforded to this beat thanks to immense power and privilege.

Fellow gritted his teeth. He managed to force out a measured response, despite his surging hatred.

He knew this song and dance. How to keep his head down, how to swallow his pride and comply. Kowtowing was a skill, and Fellow had mastered it.

“Completely. I’ll be sure to stay out of your way, good sir!” he chirped with a pearly smile.

“Good. I’m glad we understand each other.”

Leona turned away, shoving his hands into his pockets. He strolled off without so much as another word or gesture.

Ruggie tore off after him. “Ah—wait up! You know I was just joking, right? Heeey, don’t ignore me, Leona-san!”

Fellow carefully watched their retreating figures. When their shaped had vanished entirely, he angrily kicked at the ground and shouted at the skies.

“I can’t stand these damn rich people!!”

#twisted wonderland #twst #Leona Kingscholar #Ruggie Bucchi #Fellow Honest #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #a fellow in need is a friend indeed #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #Ernesto Foulworth

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crackedpumpkin · 4 months ago

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𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝟎𝟔 |

[ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] | [ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ] | [ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]

“Tell me again why I need to come down?” You ask, exaggerating a loud sigh of annoyance.

You can practically hear the way Cole rolls his eyes over the phone. “Zane asked me to call you down since he’s busy. Wouldn’t want to leave him hanging, would you?”

The call had come before class started, just as you entered and placed your bag down in the empty seat beside you. To your surprise, Cole’s name appears on the phone screen. It’d been a couple days since you had dinner together after losing a bet, so receiving a call from him is lowkey a(n) (unwelcome) surprise.

Upon picking up, a husky voice greets you with the barest of formalities before practically ordering you to come to the monastery after your lectures. As much as you hate to admit it, you blushed a little at his voice before clearing your throat and firing back a mean remark because c’mon, who said he could use animosity against the sun as an excuse to be rude to you?

“Unfortunately for you guys, I’m not so free as to travel all the way to the other side of Ninjago City on a whim.” Someone moves in the corner of your eyes, turning to see the girl who returned your wallet to you the other day wave sheepishly.

You move away the bag, allowing her to sit down in the now-empty space. “Hey,” You greet her quietly, pulling the phone away from your ear and covering the mic while ignoring whatever Cole’s saying.

“Hi,” She whispers back shyly, “It’s me, Holly.” She adds, noticing the quiet struggle you’re having trying to remember her name. Exhaling in relief, you smile sheepishly at her. “Don’t worry about it,” she says softly, turning to take out her materials and prepare for class.

“You there? Hello?”

Whoops. He’s annoyed now.

“Yeah, I’m still here. So at a cafe then? I’ll text you the location. Okay class is starting soon see you bye!”

“WHAT THE FU-”

You end the call in a hurry, pressing the red button just as Cole’s loud cry of protest starts.

Placing it on the table, you pull out a notebook from your bag and some stationary before finally turning back to Holly who’d been minding her own business. “Sorry about that.” She tilts her head with a chuckle.

“It’s fine,” She dismisses it easily. “I’ve heard rumours about this professor though, he always gives loads of group projects. My cousin told me writing a blog is a compulsory assignment.”

Dismay sets in at the thought of having to come up with writing an entire blog by yourself, slumping back in your seat with a loud groan. “Maybe it’s not too late to drop out of the course.” Your muttered words draw an unexpected laugh, taking unbridled joy at seeing Holly dissolve into a fit of giggles.

“Mood. But hopefully, it won’t be that bad. Maybe we’ll even get partnered up!” The thought of doing the project with someone you at least know cheers you up somewhat, sitting up in your seat with mildly renewed energy.

The professor enters with prominent dark circles around her eyes, scanning the people in her class before plopping down at her desk with a steaming cup of black coffee in hand and a laptop in the other.

“I’ll get this straight. I have an attendance requirement of 75% - blame the university, not me. As long as you let me finish my lesson, I don’t really care what you do in class as long as it isn’t disruptive. Lastly, there’re extra credit assignments you can take in the course material.”

Just as she finishes speaking, you notice a couple of students open their laptops and put on muted videos of Subway Surfers with their eyes still on the professor. She doesn’t seem to care at all like she’s mentioned earlier, taking a big swig of her coffee before she continues.

“I’m not contactable outside working hours because I have a life, but I’ll get back to you when I can. Additionally,” She pauses, looking around the room with a scrutinising eye. You stare at her blankly, waiting for her to continue. The tip of your pen barely brushes against the thin paper of your notebook, mildly taken aback by how aloof she is.

“Some of your relatives who’ve attended my lessons might’ve told you about my assignments. I’d like to make it clear that I’m changing it up this year. The first project you’ll be doing is starting a business. As long as you demonstrate that you understand the basis and foundation of all the stuff I’m teaching, the business can be about anything.”

The projector flashes for a moment, showing the bright screen of her laptop where she’d already pre-assigned partners beforehand. Your name appears next to Holly’s. Both of you turn to each other with excited grins.

“Now, who’ll volunteer to be the TA?”

The utter silence that falls over everyone should’ve been the first warning sign. It’s only after Holly pokes your arm with a pencil that you realise everyone’s looking at you. The professor follows their gazes, patiently waiting for you to respond.

Just perfect.

Holly’s guilty smile suggests that she wouldn’t have volunteered on your behalf even if you are beginning to be friends. So, you lift your hand begrudgingly with a resigned sigh. “I volunteer as tribute.”

The professor nods in approval, blinking almost owlishly as a realisation of sorts dawns on her. “Have I told you guys my name yet?”

Maybe it’s not too late to drop out after all.

— — — — —

Musketeer [ 02:07 PM ]: has sent a location

Musketeer [ 02:07 PM ]: see u at 3

Cake Enthusiast [ 02:07 PM ]: are you srsly expecting us to rush down rn

Musketeer [ 02:08 PM ]: not rn but also dont u have dragons???

Cake Enthusiast [ 02:08 PM ]: yes and

Musketeer [ 02:10 PM ]: wowur so funny hahahhahahahah

Musketeer [ 02:10 PM ]: /sarcastic

Cake Enthusiast [ 02:11 PM ]: remind me why we have to be soulmates again

Musketeer [ 02:11 PM ]: we cld always not be

Cake Enthusiast [ 02:11 PM ]: thats fair

Musketeer [ 02:11 PM ]: anyw see u at 3

It’s been at least a month or so since you both found out you were soulmates, but neither of you had properly acknowledged what to do. After all, it’s awkward any time one of you brings it up even slightly as if it’s a tacit agreement to swerve around the topic.

Through the banter and snarky remarks, there’s always an underlying question of ‘What are we?’ that haunts your conversations. Even now, you’re running away from it through text. Through text, of all things. Sure, you’re a coward, but you didn’t remember it being this bad.

Are you friends? Acquaintances? Enemies?

It’s difficult to put a label on it, especially since he hasn’t revealed anything about his feelings towards the whole soulmate thing either. You’ve already made it pretty clear how you feel about it, but it’s almost unnerving how he hasn’t tried to address it either.

The closest label you can slap on the weird relationship between you is probably frenemies? You’re not entirely sure why you’re trying to define what you are even now, but the uncertainty of everything is slowly getting to you.

It’s ironic how you’d always criticise webtoons and romantic movies for never communicating, yet it’s the exact same thing you’re doing right now. Wow. You truly are pathetic.

You lift your head at the sound of your name being called. A sudden coldness presses against your cheek, shocking you out of your thoughts as you flinch away from it. Holly greets you with a warm smile, handing you the bubble tea she’s just held against your face.

“You looked kinda out of it. You didn’t even hear me call you.” Aiming the sharp tip of the straw at the cover, you swiftly poke a hole through it and take a long, slow sip.

“Sorry,” you say through chews, the rubbery texture of the brown sugar pearls giving you something to focus on. “I was thinking about our project.” You can’t have anyone find out about your situation, especially not the students in this school.

She brightens up at the mention, taking out her phone. “Right! I was thinking about it too! Would you like to meet up another day to brainstorm and sort it out?” She turns the screen around to face you, your name prominently displayed in a new contact.

You enter your number quickly on the screen, pressing call. The phone in your hand vibrates, her own number appearing at the top. “Sorry we can’t do it today, I’ve got an appointment.”

“That’s okay.” She seems to not mind, shrugging it off easily. “I’ve got something else on too. My mom needs me to stop by the grocery store to buy some stuff for tonight.” She stands up from the seat. “I’ll text you the details and ideas.”

“Sounds good.” You wave her off, watching her leave with a smile. Holly doesn’t seem so bad. She’s nice, and pretty friendly too. The best part is that she’s never once asked you about the ninja either, even after overhearing your phone call this morning.

You pull out your phone and save her number, adding a little smiley face next to her name. It’s been a hectic day, but knowing you’ve got a potential friend in Holly makes it a bit brighter. With a final glance at the door where she exited, you gather your things and head towards the café, feeling a bit more optimistic about your project.

The walk there is about ten minutes according to Google Maps, though navigating through the roads is tricky. Kids on bikes delivering newspapers scare you at almost every turn, barely managing to avoid getting run over if not for their bells acting as a warning signal.

At least the weather isn’t so bad today, you muse with a smile, enjoying the breeze. If not for the sudden appointment to meet, you would’ve probably gone to the park to find any stray cats or dogs to play with.

Does he like cats?

Maybe not. He seems like a dog person. But then again, he does have a vibe that would draw cats to him. You could put it to the test perhaps. Damn it. You should’ve set the park as the venue to meet.

The visual image of you picking him up and shaking him vigorously to use him as a magnet to attract cats and dogs makes you snort in pure amusement, only for your laugh to die down when you turn the corner.

A jeep is parked right outside a jewellery store, where glass shards litter the sidewalk. The sound of rambunctious laughter fills the air as masked figures shove bags filled with necklaces and bracelets lined with glittering gems into the jeep’s open back.

Your heart skips a beat, eyes widening at the sight of the chaos. One of the robbers, a hulking figure with a crowbar, leans casually against the shattered glass door, smirking as his companions continue their work.

But it’s not the robbers or the wreckage that makes your blood run cold. Among the masked figures is one that stands out—a familiar lean figure cloaked in dark clothing, a distinctive mask hiding their features. You recognize the thief instantly, the same one who’d caused a fiasco at the museum not too long ago, making off with a priceless artefact right under the noses of everyone. The memory of that night flashes through your mind—the smug glint in their eyes, the familiar gadget on their hand that caused a sinkhole….

You pause. Now that you think about it, if it wasn’t for them, you wouldn’t have figured out Cole is your soulmate. So in retrospect, every moment of turmoil you’re facing with the acknowledgement of your fear and cowardice is their fault.

Now, here they are again, caught red-handed in yet another heist. The thief moves with an effortless grace, tossing a heavy bag into the jeep before turning back to the store. Even from this distance, you can sense the arrogance, the thrill they take in outsmarting everyone around them. Your hands clench into fists at your sides, a mix of anger and determination bubbling up.

What are the odds of running into them again? And why here, of all places? Your mind races, torn between the urge to call for help and the reckless impulse to intervene right then and there.

As you edge closer, careful to avoid stepping on any glass shards and pressing your back to the wall, the thief’s head turns slightly, as if sensing your presence. You freeze, holding your breath, hoping to remain unnoticed.

The thief pauses, glancing around with narrowed eyes, but the robbers' loud banter covers any noise you might have made. Well, that is, until you get so caught up in the moment that you forget your phone isn’t on silent.

“JUMP UP KICK BACK WHIP AROUND AND SPIN-”

“Motherfucker-” You mutter, scrambling in a panic to silence Cole’s call. Your chest practically collapses from the shaky exhale after, before holding your breath in a sudden wave of panic.

A quiet crunch echoes through the street, the sound unnaturally loud in the stillness. Slowly, you look up, eyes widening at the sight of the thief standing right outside the store, the other robbers gathered around.

For a moment, you lock eyes—or at least, you think you do, through the mask. An awkward silence hangs in the air, thick and heavy. Your tongue darts out, licking your suddenly dry lips as you desperately try to find a way to escape from the situation.

“So…A great day for robbery, am I right?” The stuttered laughter that tumbles past your lips twists your insides into a nervous knot. Lifting your hand, you gesture to the group. “Carry on then, as you were.”

Silence continues to plague the next few seconds, already severely regretting even opening your mouth at all as the robbers behind the thief glance at each other with uncertainty. The thief studies you closely, their piercing gaze stopping when they widen their eyes. A spark of recognition flickers in the air, and you swear you see the thief's lips twitch into a smirk beneath the mask.

The audacity of this bitch-

Just as you decide to drop your stuff and book it, a familiar voice cuts through the air. "Hey! What’s going on here?" You whip around to see Cole rounding the corner, eyes narrowing as he takes in the scene.

Relief washes over you, knowing you’re not alone, but it’s quickly replaced by a renewed sense of urgency. The robbers have spotted him too, and you can see the tension in their stance from recognising the ninja, readying to fight or flee.

Cole, they’re armed!” you shout, moving to his side. “I think,” you add quickly, correcting yourself. The masked thief’s gaze lingers on you for a second longer, before they turn to the jeep, making a split-second decision.

He shoots you a quick glance, his voice low and steady. “Stay back,” he warns, already moving in front of you. His stance shifts, ready for a fight, his eyes locked on the thieves. “This isn't your lucky day,” he calls out to them, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he sizes up the situation.

“Let’s go!” the thief orders, their voice sharp and commanding through the distortion filter. The robbers scramble, abandoning the last of the loot in their haste to jump into the jeep. Engines roar to life, tyres screeching as the vehicle speeds off into the night, leaving behind the shattered jewellery store and a trail of broken glass.

“Wait, that’s not how it’s supposed to go-”

“Shut up and go after them!” He yelps, caught off guard by your forceful grab of his wrist, practically dragging him to chase after the car. “Summon your dragon or something! I don’t know,” you say desperately through rapid pants, the jeep getting further away with each passing second.

“I know what to do!” He retorts with a scoff, making the swift decision to tug you toward him, scooping you up in his arms before doing a front flip. His dragon materialises in an instant, roaring loudly as it flies after the jeep. You blink, the nausea catching up in an instant as you press yourself against his chest, his shirt gripped tightly in your hands.

Slow, deep breaths, you chant to yourself. The moment of weightlessness when he’d suddenly grabbed you was terrifying. It wasn’t the heights or motion that had your stomach churning, but more of the loss of control of your senses in that split moment.

Either way, the musky bergamot scent on his collar mixed with the weird presence of vanilla icing helps calm your racing heart down. “Are you done sniffing me yet?” Your eyes snap open, shifting into an upright position in an instant as you shove him away.

Clearing your throat, you focus your gaze on the jeep that’s a few feet ahead. “Can you go any faster?”

It takes a second for him to respond. “Yeah.” Your clear refusal to turn around and reveal the mortifying shade of red that colours your entire face. You don’t even turn that red when you drink alcohol or exercise.

“Really though?”

His sudden question makes you turn, the offended tone in his voice making you momentarily forget about the heavy flush in your cheeks. “You just had to use that song?”

The moment when your phone rang loudly pops back into your mind, grinning widely with all embarrassment long gone at the reminder. “Can you blame me though? It was perfect. I don’t even have to tell who it is when I pick it up.”

“The band made an appreciation song once,” he sighs, shaking his head. “Whatever. What’s got you so worked up about them anyway? I can just let Kai know to take over.” He pauses at your furrowed brows and tightly drawn lips, taking the hint to fall silent and wait for your explanation.

“The one with the mask… They’re the thief I ran into at the museum. The one who stole the scroll and made a hole in the ground.” His eyes widen at your explanation, inhaling sharply through his teeth with a wince. “That’s why we have to catch them. Isn’t that your job, anyway?”

He shoots you a glance, rolling his eyes. “Yes, that is my job. One that I don’t get paid too well for, by the way.” You blink, the corner of your lips turned down into a sceptical frown.

“Don’t you get sponsorships and stuff? Zane told me about how you guys were models for this protein bar.”

“Don’t even start,” he groans, tilting his head back with an exasperated huff. “I couldn’t go anywhere without seeing the posters.” The dragon swerves to make a hard right, and you almost fall off the saddle if not for his quick reflexes.

“If you wanted to get off, you could’ve just asked,” he states in a sassy manner. You’d love to smack the smug smirk off his face, but at what feels like twenty feet in the air, you're not about to take that risk. Instead, you settle for a grumpy scowl, letting his arm act as your seat belt.

Cole’s dragon swoops lower, bringing you both closer to the ground as the jeep speeds away with the stolen goods. You grip the dragon’s saddle tighter, frustration and determination swirling within you.

“Honestly, it’s like these guys want to get caught,” you mutter under your breath, your eyes locked on the jeep. The thief with the mask is leaning out of the vehicle, seemingly unfazed by the height of the dragon above them.

“They're probably professionals,” Cole replies, his tone light but focused. “But that’s what makes catching them all the more fun.”

“Fun?” you scoff, shooting him a look. “You call this fun?”

He grins, the wind tousling his hair as he manoeuvres the dragon with practised ease. “C’mon, you’ve gotta admit, there’s a thrill to it. Besides, you’re not exactly sitting back and watching.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t deny the adrenaline pumping through your veins. “Fine, maybe a little,” you admit begrudgingly, though your mind is still on the thief.

As the jeep turns sharply down an alley, Cole’s gaze hardens. “C’mon Rocky,” he urges, the dragon barely acknowledging him with a soft growl. His arm tightens around your waist, pulling you closer as it descends.

Unfortunately, he fails to mention one tiny detail—his plan to dematerialize the dragon upon landing. So, when you both hit the ground and the dragon vanishes, your hands flail, searching desperately for anything to grab onto. Fortunately, his arm is still securely around you.

Well, now it’s more like he’s carrying you by the waist, your legs and arms flailing helplessly in midair. You’re left with an expression of pure, unfiltered defeat as you dangle from his grasp like an oversized sack of potatoes.

“For your information, I’m not enjoying this ninja process.”

He barely acknowledges you with a hum, gently setting you back down onto solid ground. He takes a step back, the earlier warmth of his body heat gone in an instant. You dust yourself off, trying to play off the utter ridiculousness felt from earlier.

The jeep is heading down the alley toward you both. He readies his stance, eyes narrowed from under his gi (when did he even put on the hood, anyway?). You copy him unsurely, knees bent and arms held up in a defensive stance. “Won’t they run us over?”

He snorts. “They wouldn’t dare. I’m the Earth Ninja! They know better than to do that!”

The jeep doesn’t slow down.

“You might know that,” the loud purring of its engine doesn’t decrease. In fact, it does the exact opposite as it speeds up. “But do they??”

With each millisecond that passes, the confidence in his eyes begins to waver. You take a deep breath, blood rushing through your veins in a roaring symphony. At the very last second, you push him out of the way and crash to the ground, landing squarely on top of him.

As you land on top of him, the thief at the wheel locks eyes with you through the open window. Their smug gaze practically beamed through their mask, even honking a couple times as they stick a gloved hand out the window in a mocking farewell.

Frustration bubbles up inside you, and before you can stop yourself, your fist connects with whatever’s beneath you. Unfortunately, that happens to be Cole’s abdomen. His pained hiss snaps you out of it, and you turn to see his grimace. Deciding not to give him an apology after almost getting the both of you run over, you ignore his outstretched hand in a request for help.

“You said they wouldn’t run us over!!”

He takes a deep breath. “Well,” he starts, looking from you to the jeep, “I was wrong.”

You’ve gotta be kidding me.

He groans as he sits up, the sting of your punch still lingering. “But in my defence, who actually tries to run over a ninja?” He gives you a lopsided grin, though you can sense the irritation bubbling beneath its surface.

You don’t give him a moment to recover. “Them, apparently.” Jittery annoyance fuels your pacing. “Can’t we go after them again? Where’s Rocky?”

“I’d love to, but,” he finally manages to stand. “Someone decided to punch me and leave me winded.”

"Don’t blame me for saving your life," you snap. The adrenaline is still thrumming through your veins, making your hands shake as you shove them into your pockets. "Besides, you’re the one who said they wouldn’t dare."

Cole rolls his eyes, his expression softening when he spots the slightest tremble that you try to hide. "Okay, fair point. But we’ve gotta figure out our next move before they get too far."

You stop pacing, turning to face him. "Right, so where’s Rocky? Or are we gonna jog after them like idiots?"

He glances around the alley, his brow furrowing. "Rocky needs time to recharge after dematerializing, so we’re on foot for now." He catches the look on your face and quickly adds, "But I’ve got an idea. There’s a shortcut through the market district. If we hustle, we might catch up before they get too far."

You let out an exasperated sigh, but you nod, already mentally preparing for the sprint. "Fine, lead the way. But if we end up lost, I’m blaming you."

Cole chuckles, already starting down the alley at a fast jog. "Trust me, you’re gonna love my shortcuts."

As you follow him, the banter between you eases some of the tension. Despite the annoyance simmering beneath the surface, there’s a strange comfort in the rhythm of your bickering. You might not be thrilled about this whole soulmate business, but in moments like this, you can almost see why fate would pair you two together.

Almost.

The roar of the jeep’s engine is familiar to your ears, practically sensing it coming down the last of the twists and turns he’s led you through. “C’mon!” You urge him quickly, sprinting the last few metres to see the jeep turn the corner.

You glare through the windshield at the thief whose eyes widen in pure shock, not having expected you to get there so quickly. Satisfaction makes your heart calm, spotting Cole’s narrowed eyes filled with determination.

He skids to a stop beside you, lifting his arms and slamming them into the ground. The earth rumbles, responding to his will. A crater forms instantly in the jeep’s path. The driver has no time to react, plummeting into it. The jeep flips violently, crashing into the far side.

A plume of smoke is sent up from the impact, and you begin to approach it before flinching when it explodes right in front of your eyes. Instinctively shielding yourself from the debris, you turn to look at Cole in disbelief.

“That wasn’t me!” He denies vehemently, holding his hands up innocently and shaking his head as the jeep behind you is engulfed in flames. The smell of burnt rubber and gasoline fills the air, onlookers whispering to each other and taking out phones to record the scene.

You take a tentative step forward, sharing a glance with him as you approach the wreckage. You squint through the haze, expecting to see the robbers either unconscious or scrambling to escape.

The embers die down, someone having grabbed a fire extinguisher and extinguished the flames until all that’s left is smoke. But when it clears, you find the jeep completely empty, save for the stolen jewellery scattered in the backseat. The robbers have vanished, leaving behind only the glittering spoils of their heist.

“They’re gone,” you mutter, half in disbelief. Cole steps closer, examining the wreckage with a frown.

“Must’ve bailed right before the crash somehow,” he says, his tone laced with frustration. He turns to you, the remnants of the battle still lingering in his tense posture. “At least we got the jewellery back.”

You nod, though your eyes linger on the destroyed jeep, wondering just how close you were to catching them. The tension in the air slowly dissipates as the reality of the situation sinks in, but the mystery of the robbers’ disappearance only adds to the unease.

The aftermath of it all is pretty straightforward. The jewellery is returned to the store owner, though Cole gives you a stern glare when he catches you discreetly trying to negotiate for a reward. Frowning in defeat, you give up when he threatens to tell Master Wu.

“You’re still a snitch, y’know.” He takes a sip from the bubble tea in his hands. Your bubble tea, in fact. The ice had already melted a long time ago so the drink was already horribly diluted, but he still insisted on finishing it instead of throwing it away.

“Even if I am,” he exhales slowly, his slow strides matching your lazy walking pace. “At least we kind of got a look at them. Maybe Zane can draw a composite sketch. I’ll let Jay know to update the police stations, and for Kai to keep a lookout during his patrol.”

“Teamwork really does make the dream work.”

“Yeah, I guess we do make a good team.” Your playful grin falters at his response, looking away from him to the buildings opposite. The words held no ulterior hidden meaning, yet the thrumming of your heartbeat distracts you from properly focusing on the conversation.

A moment of hesitation is all he needs to grab your wrist, steps slowing to a halt. Your eyes flit from his hand to his concerned eyes, barely able to breathe. He watches you carefully, lips parting and closing as he tries to organise his thoughts. Finally, he formulates a proper sentence, uttering the exact one you’ve been dreading to hear.

“I think we need to talk. About us.”

Shit.

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Somethin’ Stupid |pt.1

Ellie wasn’t one to do sports but she sure as hell was when you started cheering for a certain blonde soccer captain

AN; To preface reader isn’t a cheerleader, more like someone who goes to a game with those huge signs, decked out in the teams merch. Sorry for being gone so long, but I’ve been sitting on this idea for a while so hopefully I executed this well, and thanks to everyone who’s been reading/reblogging my work I love it knowing other people enjoy what I make 💕 bsf!ellie, modernau, soccercaptain!abby, Nora!abby!bsfs

Assignments this semester were laying it thick with the load, so much so you’d been missing time you could’ve spent with your best friends specifically, Ellie. You knew she would’ve been understanding just like she typically is with you, yet you undeniably failed to ignore the sting of guilt when you had to excuse yourself from meeting up with her through the week. Tonight your time and attention was dedicated to solely her, before arriving at her dorm you prepped up a “sorry I was so busy” snack basket. Usually Ellie’d be stuck to you even in the most mundane tasks, you felt homesick from her presence after the first couple days of being separated.

Had you known each other before uni you’d choose a dorm haul closer, walking across campus every time got bothersome fast, but the process you followed before seeing her was fun. It was fun picking a cute outfit to see Ellie, wearing that one shirt she likes so much since the fabric hugged you so right. No matter how long Ellie’s known you or how comfortable it’s gotten around her it never hurt to try dressing up a bit for her. The sickeningly sweet feelings when she’d do anything were always there, present, sincere, and bitterly inducing thoughts of it being just that, feelings sickening the relationship you cherished with her.

The walk wasn’t so bad when the sky became tinted with the pink and orange hues of sunset, until you took a forceful nudge to the shoulder by someone in a rush, some of the snacks even pooled out from the edge. Are you fucking serious, immediately the girl spun around lifting her hands up apologetically.

It was her, Abby Anderson. You’d recognize her from Instagram stories of other peoples posts from going to the soccer games. She was always deemed the star of the team, being phenomenal at the way she played and looking the way she did made it understandable why she had such a fan base.

“shit, sorry, let me help you,”

Not taking another second to wait Abby picked the snacks from the ground, it was noticeable she was anxiously in a rush, seeing you burned her paced down a bit.

“Thanks, I guess.”

She’d already ruined the perfect alignment you placed the snacks into for Ellie so you weren’t waiting around to have a chat with her.

“Wait, let me make it up to you.”

“It’s alright, you didn’t do anything that bad”

Abby’s face hesitated on letting you go or choking the words out she was fumbling to find through her mind.

“No it’s just, it would make me feel less guilty about hitting you so suddenly.” Abby looked right at your blatantly confused look and she wanted so badly to curse herself for not rehearsing this better.

“look I really need to get somewhere,”

“at least take my number, wouldn’t hurt right?”

Even if you weren’t crazy for her or the soccer team Abby was undeniably good looking, so spending some time with her wouldn’t be unbearable. After all she did seem nice and she helped you after shoving you to the side, her making it up to you would be a small free gesture.

“Fine, just please hurry,” the small smile you handed to her along with your phone was a relief to Abby’s anxious heart, once it sunk in that you were insinuating for her to save her number into your contacts she quickly complied. You didn’t want to come off too harsh so the smile was more a polite gesture. She memorized your number to put into her own phone after you left.

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱

Standing outside of Ellie’s door was nerve racking each time, the way her eyes strike contact with yours instantly after opening the door. Even then it was always comforting sharing the bed coddled by the star quilt on nights you stayed over.

The doorknob rattled opening the door, leaning on the door, wearing her tank top with no bra noticeable by the way her nipples are lightly lined through the fabric, you loved when she wore her tank tops.

“you didn’t have to” Ellie’s eyes soften taking you in and the basket you made, she missed you, clearly. She opens her arms to take the load of the basket from your hands, slightly grazing on the tips of your fingers,

“I wanted to, missed you,” the grin your lips formed into couldn’t be helped with her.

god stop being delusional she’s just being nice.

Ellie trailed right behind you into her dorm, smelling the remnants of your perfume wafting back at her, she always loved the way you smelt even when she doesn’t admit it. Thinking it might be weird to comment on your scent.

You had called her prior to coming so she cleaned up and set up the same quilt on her bed facing the TV, situating the basket wedged between her legs after sitting down.

“I have the perfect movie for tonight”

“you say that everytime then fall asleep els,”

“Trust me, it’s gonna knock your socks off.” Ellie was always so cocky when it came to her interests, she sounded a bit like a dork but in an endearing way.

Ellie patted the spot next to her inviting you right next to her, wrapping you in with her the moment you do. Loving the way the heat radiating from you touched her cold skin. There was a line drawn out as friends but it never stopped you from indulging in moments like these. Ellie right beside you and nobody else, at times it felt like the line had disappeared, never too sure what this was. Chalking up every longing stare out to normal staring was all you could do with the doubt that clouded over you constantly.

“if you fall asleep during this one im so choosing next time.”

Ellie scoffed acting offended flipping through the selection with the remote, her other hand was busy playing with the hem of the blue cotton shorts she wore. Right above her desk she’d pinned the photo of you with the familiar tattooed forearm slung across your shoulders, the photo was placed right next to the photo Ellie, Dina, and Jesse had taken at the fall fair last year. Knowing Ellie kept your face so close to somewhere she’d devote so much time to, somewhere she’s around so often, felt nice.

Following your trail of gaze she’d figured you’d been staring at the newly added photo, a soft pink frosted the tips of her ears as the words of her explanation spoke, “I put that up couple days ago, because, you know.” The you know was suggesting itself to be friendship, friends are supposed to have photos of each other. Regardless, a small tinge of hope stood for the idea that you meant as much as you did to Ellie as much as she did to you.

Just like the prediction you warned her about, Ellie was out. The side of her head had found its way onto your shoulder, happening in the middle of the movie while still awake, leaving quick little comments on different scenes.

“no way they actually fell for that.”

“see, if that was me I would’ve seen it coming.” Every small remark began having a longer gap between them reflecting how sleep slowly lulled her away from her dorm. Eyelids gently blanketing the eyes that wore such an alluring shade of green, always reeling you into her deeper. Ellie was in such tranquil sleeping propped up against you, you’d hate to wake her up, but you’d hate for her to wake up with neck pains. Holding in your breath while handling and making it so Ellie’s situated to be laying down on her back was probably being overly safe, she slept through multiple alarms, she can sleep through being plopped onto her pillow.

Right when you were free a ping came from your phone, it was obvious who it was. Had she not been so insistent you’d ignore Abby and continued walking to Ellie’s. You never payed much attention to Abby, it was so hard to come across her at campus let alone get to know her. Most you knew she was good at what she did and stayed on top of everything, and her last name carried some weight with higher ups.

She totally dodged my question

Disregarding that, you felt slightly nervous now with a set official meet up. Not clear as to what exactly has you stirred up, maybe it’s the fact she’s pretty or the fact that a girl so prominent was practically begging to spend time with you. Nevertheless you were currently more focused by the sleepiness hitting you as well. Right next to Ellie. You were equally nervous with Ellie possibly even more, but with her there was sense of security, homey feeling when you were together. That made up for any sentiment of the chance this is as far as you’d ever go with Ellie.

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱

5:00pm on the dot, Abby was standing against the wall hesitantly looking around knowingly for you. She had beat you there by showing up 10 minutes earlier, clearly dressed up a bit. Seemingly not a single fly away separating itself from her braid except a few loose strands in the front. The moment your eyes locked with hers she walked right over to you, almost speed walking.

“Hey.” The smile Abby gave looked so genuine upon seeing you.

“Hey.” You were unsure how to initiate the outing so the both of stood staring the other down until Abby got the hint.

“Let’s go inside yeah? I preordered our drinks so there’s no wait. Pretty sure you’ll like what I got you.”

The question she dodged yesterday night, did she see you here so often she memorized your drink too? Obligingly you follow right behind her, reluctant on the decision to ask the question again or not. Abby seemed happy doing this for you so at most you knew this outing wouldn’t be so bad.

She picked a table next to a window, pulling the chair out for you. After waking up in Ellie’s dorm you briefly mentioned meeting with Abby, Ellie’s response was a cold look and “Are you seriously going?”

Why she sounded so bothered by Abby’s insistency to makeup for a simple accident was something you were clueless too, a little too clueless. Pulling you back to the girl in front of you Abby puts a straw in your drink for you. Working out of your reluctancy you shoot your looming question.

“How’d you know I go here?”

Abby’s face was stricken with slight surprise, she chuckled a bit before giving a proper response this time.

“I walk by here a bunch, and you just, stood out, you know?” No, you didn’t know, but you went on either way seeing how the confidence she wore so heavy was being melted right in front of you.

“What about me stood out?”

“Nothing in particular,” there was something in particular, but her eye contact with you was becoming scarce under your further instigation, not wanting to bring down the mood you move on for now.

“You play soccer right? I’ve seen some posts of you here and there.” Taking the straw into your mouth and letting the drinks taste hit you, it became apparent she did memorize your drink, down to even the milk you preferred for lattes.

“Yeah, I’m team captain, never seen you in the crowd but If you wanted to go I could help you with that.” Talking about something she was good at made her slip back into her confident state. She knew she was good, anyone detesting that clearly hadn’t seen her play.

“Pull some strings? What do you have special privileges as captain?” The conversation was easier to jab at, now teasing her both of you grinning subtly leaning into each other over the table.

“Course I do, front row seats, just for you.” In all honesty as soccer captain she could’ve allowed a couple of your friends to come to a game for free especially as an Anderson, but she didn’t want to see your friends there, she wanted to see you.

“give me a time and date, I’ll be there. Waving a sign cheering for you and all.” Giggling you were invested in this now, setting aside the fact that you didn’t really care for sports, soccer not being an exception. On the other hand you weren’t watching soccer, you were watching her.

When you’d hit the bottom of your drink after conversing with her longer about more mundane things you got up to toss your cup. Talking with Abby was easier when you discovered how much her personality was refreshing to be around, conversation full of laughter and lengthy discussions.

Abby sprung up alongside you, “If you’re walking back to your dorm I can take you back.”

“Are you sure? We’ve spent like 2 hours here just talking already.”

“My dorms close to yours anyways,” she held the door open for you, so nice to you since the beginning of meeting you. Visibly content with the smile that wouldn’t leave her face for practically the entire time.

The walk was quieter than the 2 hours spent at the cafe, enjoying each others company in a more relaxed atmosphere.

Abby’s voice interrupts the silence abruptly, “Hey that girl you’re always with isn’t your girlfriend right?”

The question was simple but you continued a few steps further before answering, Ellie as your girlfriend? Replayed in your mind before you did, the thought alone had you thrown off.

“No we’re just uh, friends.” You shoot Abby another reassuring grin similar to when you passed your phone to her the first time. Trying to evade the tinge of unsureness of the ‘uh’ mixed into your reply.

Abby’s shoulder dropped to relax from the subconscious stiffening they did in the few seconds it took you to give a response.

“Always saw you two together just assumed, anyways I look forward to seeing you again.” Reaching the door to the halls entrance you turn back to look at her one last time.

“Not coming in?”

“My dorms somewhere else but it’s, close”

“Well thanks for walking me here and for the drinks, had fun hanging out with you today.” You were genuine telling her this, Abby’s smile only grew wider with her rosy cheeks making an appearance at your words.

“I did too, see you.”

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱

After showering you open your phone up to an absolute slew of messages from Ellie, forgot I had my phone on silent, shit.

30 minutes pass by and no reply, did she really fall asleep so early? Early for her anyways, looking at how much she’d sent you couldn’t help the creeping feeling of guilt. Tomorrow you’d make it up to her, again. Missing Ellie’s texts stung more than you’d like it to, missing her in general always did this to you. It was unavoidable.

On the other side is campus a brunette stared at the texts Dina had sent her, eyebrows hugging closer to her eyes on her face she wore anger and jealousy. Jealousy over her friend. Dina passed by The Firefly and filled Ellie in on how you and Abby were connecting so well. Ellie hated it, hated it completely. What could she do, you’d ignored her texts to talk with Abby of all people, what did she have that Ellie didn’t, was she lacking something so bad you had to go to Abby for it? She was just concerned for you, not jealousy, yeah that’s what it is, is what she convinced herself to draw up her emotions to. Dina was even able to eavesdrop a bit, enough to know you’d agreed to a soccer game, now Ellie knew too. You didn’t even like soccer and she knew that. At some points Ellie knew more about you than you did yourself.

if you were going to see a soccer match she was set on making it so you didn’t only focus on her at the game. Ellie was prepared to do something to distract you away from Abby. After all, how could she let her best friend let herself associate with the obnoxious blonde soccer captain.

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱

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cheriden · 5 months ago

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「オトナブルー otonablue 」。。。

The realization that he’s been gaping at you for a while hits him hard, clearing his throat as he comments, “You look stupid.” You fake a punch midair at his oh-so-insightful critique, pouting. Soobin notes the pink sheen that coats your bottom lip, feeling his heart stutter on itself.

── synopsis 。Celebrating your entry to senior high school, you decide to change your style up a bit.

pairing 。choi soobin x f! reader

.ᐟ genre 。fluff

.ᐟ tags 。high-school au, friends to lovers

.ᐟ status & word count 。oneshot | 2.59k

.ᐟ warnings/notes 。reader is fem presenting and has insecurity/vanity issues, as always i did not proofread

It’s summer; the station bustles with movement—passengers on their phones and overhead systems announcing the arrival of the upcoming train. The pathetic whirs of the overhead fan do nothing to quench heat, small children running around even as the floor is shrouded in something sticky, further aggravating you. Afraid of missing the next ride, you yank at Soobin to get his attention.

He’s busy though, entertaining a flock of girls currently plaguing him about himself. Soobin was never the type to leave a person hanging, more out of the fear of one’s judgment over pride for himself. “My type?” He ponders, ignoring your incessant curses and the gush of the passing vehicle. It takes off, only urging the brunette to stall further out of spite for your punching at his midrib. “Someone tall and pretty, with a confident personality. Preferably older.” Eavesdropping, though can you really call it that?, you glance at how the group deflates his response, even as you’re busy annoying him. He excuses himself, points at the train behind him prior to interlocking his arm with yours, and drags you away to the loading platform with your eyes still on the girls.

They’re captivating, towering and slim; you’re pretty sure you’ve seen idols and celebrities wear something similar, and you can’t help but stare down on yourself. You look homely: A plain house shirt that isn’t quite a type fit nor oversized, green cargo shorts that stop at your knees, flat sneakers that don’t do your height any favors and a hello kitty hair clip you’ve had since birth messily clamped into your hair. Lost in thought, you’re almost mauled by the door as the taller pulls you inside. He tuts, “We’re gonna be late because of you.” Rolling your eyes, you plop down onto one of the seats, Soobin following suit. “We’re late because you were busy flirting,” you retort, “late. On the first day, nonetheless.” A scowl spreads across his face, using two fingers to push your forehead, causing you to bump your head against the metal. “We wouldn’t need a review center if you didn’t flunk your statistics class.” Reaching to yank his hair, you fall short and stick your tongue out at him instead. “And why are you here? Because if my memory proves me right, you’re on the verge of failing it too.” The next stop frees up space, opting for Soobin to sit next to you. “Your mom ratted out about this place to my mom. I was gonna pass just fine” A rather obnoxious laugh falls from your mouth, earning the judging glares of random passersby. “If “just fine” is you randomly filling out your bubble test sheet, then I guess we’d all be just fine.” “Stop doing those air quote things!” He groans, swatting your fingers. “You’ll see. I'll finish all my work early and be free for the rest of the break.”

“It doesn’t work like that, idiot. You know what, it doesn’t even matter.” You lie, more for yourself than for him. “I doubt college entrance exams have it, I heard they don’t allow calculators.” Shaking his head, he presses his head on the window, trying to figure out the upcoming terminal. “Nah, you’re expected to do it mentally. Get up, this is our stop.” Mouth falling open, you try to collect yourself as Soobin yanks you up. “Are they insane?! How do they expect me to do all that in under an hour?” He shrugs, arms on your shoulders as you navigate the current of bodies. It’s summer, yet fate has you running back and forth the city studying for exams and running chores.

Half of your subconscious is listening to the instructor as she points at the whiteboard about—well, you don’t really know. The other half focuses on the magazine in your lap, free hand flipping through the pages as the other (pretends to) solve the problem in your workbook. A noise resounds through the hardwood desk, and you look up to see that the source is your seatmate’s ballpen. Relief fills your body as you pull all your attention onto the lesson, though it’s cut short when you see a notebook slide onto your side of the shared table. The sheet reads: “What are you looking at?” Nudging the pad over to you, you write back, “Fashion inspo. Want a makeover,“ with a sad face haphazardly sketched beside it. The other moves inches near the side of your face, voice small and low as she whispers. “Meet me in the women’s room after our session.”

The giddy feeling doesn’t leave your body, not as you were impatiently rushing through the activities, and not as you wait inside the washroom like a child waiting for their parent. She exits the stall, and it’s only then that you take in her as a whole. The girls from earlier were no match for her: hair freshly bleached and lobes pierced, thin shrug and loose crop top on as she strides in front of the mirror. “Sorry, had to pee.” She mutters, eyes glued to her hands while washing them. “So, why do you want a makeover?” Playing with the strap of your bag, you’re unable to give a direct answer. You aren’t even sure yourself. “Well, since I’m entering my senior year next term, so I think I styled myself more mature.” The other nods, eyes boring into yours as reflected by the mirror. “I think you’d look good with blue hair.” Blushing, you flounder over yourself, trying to maintain composure. “Thanks, but my school wouldn’t even allow makeup.” The blonde drags you over to the counters, dumping her sanitary pouch. “So, wear light makeup.” Your eyes glimmer as they scan each product, all the packages of pink, black, and red sitting prettily on the marble. “That’s a thing?” Nodding lazily, she grabs your wrist and one of her various lip balms, swatching it across the skin. “You don’t seriously think the prettiest girls in your class are barefaced, do you?” Listening attentively, you watch patiently as the other retreats her things into her tote. “You got your wallet?” You nod. “Got any cash on you?” You tilt your hand sideways, and the blonde thinks it’s good enough. “None of my old stuff matches your skin tone. Come on, we’re going to hunt for supplies.”

“Soobin! Wait up for me you idiot!” The brunette turns his head in hostility, slightly taken aback by your form. “Were you going to leave without me? Huh? You psycho.”

He inspects you from head to toe: The new barrette that shimmers in plastic gold, fitted tank top that sits halfway atop your belly button, denim shorts that reveal the plush of your thighs, platform sandals that you surprisingly don’t wobble in. The realization that he’s been gaping at you for a while hits him hard, clearing his throat as he comments, “You look stupid.” You fake a punch midair at his oh-so-insightful critique, pouting. Soobin notes the pink sheen that coats your bottom lip, feeling his heart stutter on itself.

Wait, what?

He dismisses the feeling, shooting back, “You left without me yesterday. I was just going to bike today.” Pout deepening, you clasp your hands together for mercy. “Please let me ride with you, ‘Binnie? I used all my allowance yesterday.” He laughs in disbelief, mounting his bike. “You’re so dead when your parents find out you missed a study day.” Screaming into the air, you grasp onto his shirt in an attempt to stop him from leaving. Not like he was going to, but he finds you hilarious like this. “Not if she kills you first for wearing that out.” You huff, crossing your arms at him. “It’s hot Soobin. Do you want me to die? Do you want me to die of a heat stroke or by the hands of my own mother?” Tapping his chin, he fakes a thought. “Both are very tempting.” You stare at him as if he betrayed you. With a smirk, he pats onto the seat behind him.

Upon arriving at the center, you roam around the sidewalk while waiting for the other as he locks his bike to the racks. Soobin can’t help but observe you sulk at the view of other kids your age out and about with their friends, eating ice cream and complaining about the weather, like that was the worst thing they had to worry about at the moment.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a familiar figure waving at you. As he nears you, you gasp and wave back, poking at the brunette relentlessly in order to get his attention. “Soobin! Yeonjun’s here!” You rush to hug the aforementioned, immediately patting down his pockets for anything edible. “She hasn’t had anything since breakfast. Spent all her money on useless things again.” Scoffing, you let go, adjusting the fit of your top. “All my purchases are investments! You don’t understand me.”

Yeonjun continues to ignore the two of you bicker, interjecting when you escalate to name-calling each other. “Aren’t you dolled up today?” He asks rhetorically, toying with the edges of your hair. The tallest watches you gleam at the words, linking your arm with the eldest. You fish for compliments, pressing the weight of your body against his, “Right? Am I pretty today?” Yeonjun finds endearment in your ceaseless puppy-eyes, and the brunette can all but see the non-existent tail wagging in the other’s presence. “Yes, you look very pretty today.” You squeal, and Soobin’s a bit annoyed, though he chalks it up to the fact that you’ve been outside in the heat for what it feels like hours. “See Soobin? See? ‘Junnie thinks I’m pretty today.” He rolls his eyes in response, walking through the front door as the two of you continue to trail behind him, hand-in-hand and complimenting each other like lovers.

The hours seem to slip away with surprising swiftness, feet tapping as the tutor concludes the session. It’s a Friday, and Soobin promised he’d go to the arcade with you today. Making your way through the halls in search of the brunette, you peek through each door, halting at the familiar ring of your name.

“I seriously don’t know what she’s up to. She looks stupid with that eyeshadow. It’s abhorrent.” Crouching by one of the corners in hiding, you can hear the giggling of those you recognize to be your schoolmates. “Must be seeking attention. Honest to God, it’s so unserious. Like she raids her bigger sister’s closet when she’s not home.” Fiddling with the hem of your top, you latch your teeth onto your lower lip, unable to stop the prick of tears forming at your eyes.

You suppose your interest in vanity was rather sudden, a shock to those around you and even to your closest friends. Combing the clips out of your hair, you toy with the frayed ends—a result of using an iron to style them like the models in photoshoots, the girls on the platform, and your seatmate with bleached hair. Maybe it was stupid and pointless. Why was this even affecting you so much? All you wanted was to feel good about yourself. You bury your face in your arms, cries flowing freely and silently onto the floor.

Just then, a large figure shadows you, prying your arms apart desperately. It isn’t until you hear who it is that you stop to gaze up. “Where the hell did you run off to?” Soobin asks, grasp on your sides softening when he notices the redness in your cheeks, ugly snot running from your nose.

For a while you’re just staring at him. He’s properly handsome—big eyes, tall nose, plump lips. You think it’s unfair. “Do you genuinely think I look stupid?” His brows furrow, brain struggling to connect the timeline of events that had led you here. “Where did that even come from?” In an attempt to restrain yourself from sniffling, it results in an even uglier, unhinged snort. You ignore it, as well as the look Soobin gives you. It’s not sharp, it’s not pity, you’re not entirely sure what it is. “I thought you said it was your type?” He lets out a large exhale, chuckling as he settles beside you. “Is that why you started dressing like this in the first place? ‘Cause I just said that so those girls would get off my back.” It takes him a while, but you can practically feel his body shoot up as he comes to an epiphany. “Do you like me?” Your body mirrors his shock, but in your case it’s a call to defend yourself. “I thought it was universal like!”

A genuine smile finds its way onto his face, disappearing when he clears his throat. “Well,” he starts, cupping your face as he pulls you in closer, “I like you regardless of what you put on.” Tracing the ends of your jaw, his eyes move to gaze onto your lips, then your eyes, then your nose. He connects every feature of yourself that makes you, you. Your heart gets caught up in your throat, thumping a million times per second. Eyes screwed shut, you clench your bag when the warmth of his breath mixes with yours. He seals the gap with a peck on the mouth, movement stuttering as you feel his nervousness through the action. A beat passes, but you kiss back—head tilting to slot into him. His lips taste of sugar and bread, a reflection of its plumpness as it glazes itself in your lip balm. Everything about him is warm, and you all but chase it when you disconnect, both of your cheeks flushed in pink as you falter and pant on his shoulder. “So I’m guessing you like me back.” He remarks, still unsure of himself as he toys with the strings of his sweater, eyes avoiding yours. “So what? You liked me first?” Taking it as acknowledgement, he bites the inners of his cheek with a meek smile,”Well, I only found out recently.” Your hand ghosts near his, desperate for his warmth again but too afraid to say anything. “I think… I’ve known for a while now… Just needed something to make me think of it consciously.” His fingers are the same, testing the waters when he carefully entangles it with yours. In an attempt to lessen the amount of awkward tension that holds the air, he states the obvious. “I think a kiss would do it, yeah.” It doesn’t work, not really, so he gets up to stretch the nerves off, you following suit with his hand still in yours. It’s your turn to try saying something, but you’re not really sure what to say. “My lipstick is ruined.” Of course, your main default is to complain and nitpick. “You must take responsibility! I had a hard time putting all this together.” He grins when you gander at the physical connection, inspecting it from all sides as you rotate it slightly. “You still look pretty.” He asserts, swaying them back and forth as you make your way out of the building. “But would you say it was a good investment?”

Soobin’s head swivels to flash you his pointed eyes, “Are you surveying me for a product review after I kissed you?” With a shrug, you bump your body against his with a little force. “Maybe. Or maybe you should kiss me again.”

“Maybe.”

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lilacsbeeswax · 10 months ago

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happy birthday to your account!! for your writing event, can I please have Lilies 🌺 with work song by hozier and sirius black? thank you🖤

Work Song

Part of my 2 year milestone event!

MASTERLIST

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Boys, workin' on empty

Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?

I just think about my baby

I'm so full of love I could barely eat

Work, work, and work Sirius swore these days it’s all that he did. Back when his dream of running his own tattoo shop was nothing but that he had had no idea what it would entail.

For the past week, he had been clogged with appointments. So many people had wanted custom tattoos, so he was drawing constantly. Then, it came to actually doing the pre booked tattoos which could take hours. As well as, walk ins that paid well, but took just as much time. Even when sharing the work load with James it was hard. Remus was out on vacation meaning Sirius had to take over bookkeeping and running the business. He swore he’d never have to do math, but there he was doing basic algebra at 8 am.

In short, Sirius was absolutely swamped. He had even been sleeping (albeit only a few hours) at the shop. His overfull mind only becoming more painful in the hours away from her.

Her. His only paradise. His pretty baby. The only girl for him.

He got small tastes of Y/n throughout the day, but it didn’t satiate his desire for her. Everyday at 11:30 am, she would bring him lunch during her break at her own job. She could be doing anything else, but she wanted to spend her rest time on him. Sirius loved it so much he felt sick. Often, he would be thinking about her so much that he wouldn’t be able to eat. He was unable to stomach the sweetness that he felt he never deserved.

There's nothing sweeter than my baby

I'd never want once from the cherry tree

'Cause my baby's sweet as can be

She give me toothaches just from kissin' me

Sirius walked into the apartment on Saturday night exhausted. Y/n called out to him, “Siri? Is that you?”

He didn’t respond quietly slipping off his shoes and coat. She turned the corner, running up to him and nearly sliding on the laminate floor. She wrapped her arms around him, placing her forehead on his.

“Hey baby,” Sirius sighed. “I missed you.”

She leaned away and smiled at him. That sweet smile that made him feel like he was going to faint. “I missed you more!”

Sirius moved to brush a thumb against her lips relishing in everything about her, before his gently pulled her into a kiss. It was soft and sweet and if he didn’t know better, Sirius would suspect he was going into cardiac arrest.

Boys, when my baby found me

I was three days on a drunken sin

I woke with her walls around me

Nothin' in her room but an empty crib

And I was burnin' up a fever

I didn't care much how long I lived

But I swear I thought I dreamed her

She never asked me once about the wrong I did

Y/n and Sirius had met many years ago, back when he was a self-described man whore and carried way too much trauma to hold on his own.

He had been a mess. Drinking constantly, using, and not being able to hold a stable job. Despite all of his problems, she had pulled him up and out of it.

Sirius had lost yet another job the day he had started that fateful drunken binge. Maybe, it was the cheap vodka or the combination of it and the weed, but he had called her.

When she arrived at his place after a very concerning phone call, you had found him on the floor half dead. From then on she never stopped taking care of him. She never asked what really happened.

My babe would never fret none

About what my hands and my body done

If the Lord don't forgive me

I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me

When I was kissing on my baby

And she put her love down soft and sweet

In the low lamplight I was free

Heaven and hell were words to me

Y/n and Sirius got ready for bed and laid down on their soft shared mattress for the first time in what felt like weeks.

She ran her fingers over his scarred up arms and chest. She kissed his lips, while caressing the marred skin. Sirius pulled away and kissed down her neck, nipping at all of the places he knew she liked. Out of the corner of his eye he could see her smiling under the dim lamp light.

“Fucking hell, you’re heaven.” He chuckled, saying a word between every soft peck of her neck.

“I could say the same about you, Siri.” She giggled, pulling him close to her, not planning on letting go anytime soon.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Lying there wrapped around the love of his life, Sirius couldn’t help but smile, knowing no one and nothing could take him away from his baby.

MASTERLIST

#fluff #marauders x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #lilacsasks #2 year tumblrversary #fanfic event

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everywherea11thetime · 10 months ago

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Education, Calculation, Exploration💙

mathprofessor!max x student!reader

warning: student teacher relationships, smut,bad smut writing(srry) part two with actual smut bc there trying to stop me:[, oral, google translate

It was Friday and your grades had just came out, you re loaded the website and they popped up 100, 105, 99.8, 110, 89, 65 your heart dropped you and your father had one deal hed pay for everything to do with college as long as you pass you classes. You weren’t even bad at math but you had a new professor and it was really hard to concentrate when he’d walk around with his three buttons off and deep blue suit. he had a way of talking like he knew that your thighs were clenched and dripping you were deep in your thought about how professor verstappen would teach you how to do anything and every thing when you heard ringing you looked down at your phone and saw your dads name “h-hey dad” you stuttered trying to shake the thoughts out of your head you’re dad spoke “you grades, i saw them. You need to fix that grade by the end of this week or get a job” “but dad it’s Wednesday!” you knew he wouldn’t care but still tried to protest “get it done.” and he hung up. It was 6pm you were hoping that professor verstappen would still be in his class, you threw the on a coat over your night gown, put on some shoes and practically ran down stairs. His class was only about a three minute walk, you barged into his class with out a second thought but when he looked up you suddenly felt small, remembering that you were only wearing a night gown that was incredibly short, his voice brought you out of your head “what are you doing in here” you walked to the front of his desk “i need my grades fixed” silence “if i don’t get my grades up my dads gonna take my money and then i’m gonna be homeless with no degree please sir” he chuckled “do you know how many people have to work for their place here? I’m done grading now, should have come earlier” you stared in silence for about ten seconds thinking of what to do, you knew that you were pretty and had a good body and sometimes used it to get what you want but never with school, yea sometimes for a free drink at a bar, or a new hand bag, sometimes even new shoes but never for school. This could go three ways 1. give great sex and he fixes your grade 2. give great sex and nothing happens 3. he says no you get kicked out. Fuck it it’s college. you walked around his desk and took off your coat letting it drop to the floor you were only about a step away from being in between his legs “I really need that A” you whispered as you went down onto your knees and looked up at him and began to trace his clothed cock and brought your hand all the way up to his chest, he grabbed your hair turning it into a make shift pony tail. you took his belt off and took him out of his pants he was big but you could take him, you grazed his tip with your thumb then licked him from base then swirled your tongue around his tip, you could feel every vein he had as you took him in you mouth he threw his back and started to whimper as his tip hit the back your throat. You sucked and twisted until you felt him twitch in your mouth, he was a groaning mess you felt his cum reach the back of your throat. You pulled off him “do i get my A” he let out a soft breath “yes schat” you got and bent down trying to grab your coat when you felt hands wrap around your waist and pull you onto his lap he pulled your hair to one side and whispered in your ear “you didn’t really think i would give the A that easy did you love”

A/N: TUMBLR HATES ME SO PART TWO HERE

#max verstappen x reader #f1 x reader #formula one x reader #max verstappen smut #everywherea11thetime #tumblr hates me

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fictionalmenxyn · 2 years ago

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From anonymous,

Heya! hope ur doing well and i love your work and was thinking if i can request where y\n's a small girl member of tf 141 and they knew her for having cute stuff and they react to hearing you listen to rock\metal songs (like they didnt think she would be into those genre cos she's always on cute things 😂) That's all Thank you 💖💖

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Of course I can do this for you, this is a good idea! I love this consent as in person many friends of mine don’t know I actually listen to rock/ heavy metal since my father listened to it and I grew up on the music genre! I’m also doing well thanks, hope you are ok too :)

Ghost

His reacting would definitely be shocked

Like you literally have no band shirts, posters or anything that could show your into the music genre. Your room has loads of soft toys from the team from past Christmas’ and birthdays’

So it wouldn’t make sense if you listen to rock/metal???

If you were his s/o. Feel like they way he’d find out is that he’s casually laying on your bed while your showing and he hears Metallica blasting in the bathroom with you singing the lyrics word for word as if your James 😂 (Metallica’s lead singer)

If your not s/o then it probably be something like your both on a run and feel like he doesn’t find having music on is concentrating as he focuses on his surroundings and his heart beat as he is too paranoid

So while you two were on a jog he could hear your music as you like it loud and almost deafening which is always makes Ghost confused

Once you’ve finished listening to music he’d definitely ask ‘since when did you listen to that type of music?’ You tell him how long you have been listening and he’ll ask you types of stuff like what bands you listen to or what specific genre you like

He is very interested and invested in this once he’s found out and for your next Christmas or birthday depending on which comes first he’ll definitely buy you your first band shirt

Soap

Feel like he would definitely gasp!

Like when he hears the strong strumming on the guitar or the heavy beats of the drums he’ll gasp loudly and say ‘you listen to that music?!’

He’ll like Ghost ask when you started listening to it and he’s so shocked it’s like he just found out he won a million pounds

He loves spending time with you in your room as he says it’s the comfiest room cause of the toys or fluffy blankets and yet he’s never noticed your music taste

The man’s flabbergasted that’s all I say 😂

He’s like those type of people who gasp loudly and place a hand on their heart

He honestly thought you were the type of person to listen to One Direction or k-pop (I’m not trying to hate on the bands just giving examples)

Gaz

Honestly thought it was Ghost at first but when he heard your voice singing along to each lyric he ran to your room and knocked on your door

He’d say something like ‘since when the fuck did you listen to that type of music?!’

He honestly digs it. Cause I feel like he secretly listens to a few rock bands to but not metal (there is a difference)

He’d sit in your room or in the break room and ask if you went or wanted to go to any of bands/singers concerts and you told him a few

So that night he’d look at any available concerts and book tickets

Let’s say he became your favourite team member for a long long time

Price

Feel like he wouldn’t be surprised. Also feel like he wouldn’t be shocked cause he knew you were the type of person to have many interests but wouldn’t tell people

He like a few bands like AC/DC and Black Sabbath so when you two are alone you’d definitely offer to put a vinyl on or music on your phone

Feel like he’s a bit like Ghost. He’s invested on your obsession with the music genre especially for the person most people see you as he’s definitely asking at least ten questions

Buys you a few small trinkets or a poster as he wants you to show off your cool ‘hidden’ obsession as you like to show off your fluffy blanket collection or your obsession with plushies

Loves the idea of how your such a kind and cute person but listen to the most rock and roll/ metal music ever

Alejandro

He’d probably be like Gaz with the hand on heart followed with a gasp

He’d say ‘didn’t know you were into that type of music, mi amiga (my friend). Are you a metal head?’ You nod and he’d say something like cool or since when

Definitely gets you to list the bands/singers you listen to and notes them in his head so he could get you something relevant to the band/singer

Loves how you can talk for ages about the music genre and how facilitated you are with it

Also love the fact that you have more stuffed toys in your room than you have pillows and you have a lot of pillows

Rudy

Flabbergasted. He’s like another hearing their child swear

He’s like ‘since when?!’ Then you laugh and tell him about it and when you’d tarted listening to the genre

He then gets it and likes how you are ‘diverse’ going having a load of TY toys and a hella collection of fluffy socks and being so polite yet listen to the most strong and loud rock/metal music

Actually is impressed when you can to the scratchy voice (kinda like if you were singing korn, megadeth or Metallica maybe Iron Maiden songs)

Only things he doesn’t really enjoy is standing in HMV all day as you look through cds/vinyls. You take in everything when you go and search everything (much like my dad and I’m the one standing there forever, although I do look it’s just I can’t get vinyl as he won’t let me use his vinyl player 😖)

Thanks for making a good suggestion. If anyone wants to feel free to message or ask me any requests you’d like. Don’t be shy! It just will take a it if time to do it so don’t expect it exactly that day or the next.

Hope you enjoyed, have a good day/night :D

#task force 141 #task force 141 x y/n #cod x reader #platonic task force 141 x y/n #cod mw2 #cod headcanons #cod modern warfare #gaz x reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #price x reader #rudy x reader #alejandro x reader #platonic tf 141

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multi-fandoms-posts · 23 days ago

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Secret Nights

Azazeal x reader!Winchester

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The Impala’s engine hums softly as Sam and Dean sleep soundly in a small-town motel. Taking advantage of her brothers' deep rest, Y/N Winchester, their younger sister, quietly sneaks out of the room. Her heart beats faster than usual—not out of fear of being caught, but from anticipation. She knows exactly where she’s going and who she’ll meet there.

At the edge of an abandoned cemetery, bathed in moonlight, Azazeal waits. The fallen angel leans casually against a crumbling headstone, his black coat flowing around him like shadows. His piercing gaze, as always, cuts through the darkness, his eyes faintly glowing gold. A seductive smile graces his lips as he spots Y/N.

“You’re late, little hunter,” Azazeal says with a hint of mockery, his deep voice making Y/N’s heart skip a beat.

“Sam and Dean always stay up late,” she replies, stepping closer, her voice steady despite the overwhelming intensity of his presence.

Azazeal moves toward her, his steps fluid and predatory. “And yet you risk everything to be here. Why?” His fingertips lightly graze her cheek.

“Because I want you,” Y/N answers quietly.

Azazeal smiles—a dangerous, knowing smile. “You know this won’t come without consequences. Your brothers will find out eventually. They’ll hunt me. They’ll try to protect you.”

“They have no idea what I need. They wouldn’t understand.”

Azazeal raises an eyebrow, stepping closer still, his hands sliding around her waist. “What do you need, Y/N? Tell me.”

Her breath hitches as she feels the heat radiating from him. His face is so close, she can make out every detail of his striking features. “You,” she whispers, tilting her head up to kiss him.

Azazeal doesn’t hesitate. His lips are demanding, searing, and the kiss quickly deepens into something wild and untamed. His hands glide over her back, pulling her closer, while her fingers clutch desperately at his coat.

Y/N loses herself in the moment, in the intensity of his touch, as his grip signals something almost possessive. “You’re mine, little Winchester,” he murmurs huskily, his lips trailing to her neck, leaving a fiery path on her skin.

She lets out a soft moan but fights to keep some control. “Maybe I am… but only because I choose to be.”

Azazeal chuckles softly, his breath brushing against her skin. “You’re the first to ever dare challenge me. And that, my dear, makes you so… irresistible.”

Suddenly, a rustling sound interrupts them. Azazeal tenses momentarily, but when two familiar voices ring out, he rolls his eyes.

“Y/N! What the hell are you doing here?”

It’s Dean. Sam stands a few steps behind, holding a salt-loaded gun, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Y/N spins around quickly to face her brothers, her heart pounding in alarm. “Dean? Sam? How did you find me?”

Dean scoffs, his anger palpable. “You really thought we wouldn’t notice you sneaking around? Bobby said you’ve been acting weird. So, we tracked your phone.”

“We figured you were off hunting something stupid on your own,” Sam adds, his weapon trained on Azazeal. “But this? Seriously?”

Y/N steps back hastily, but Azazeal’s hand remains firmly on her waist, his smirk infuriatingly smug. “Ah, the brothers. Right on time, as always.”

Dean growls. “Of all the creatures you could’ve chosen, you went with him? A fallen angel.”

“It’s not what it looks like!” Y/N protests, but Dean raises a hand to cut her off.

“It looks like you’ve lost your damn mind.”

Sam steadies his aim on Azazeal. “Let her go. Now.”

Azazeal raises his hands in mock surrender but doesn’t fully release Y/N. “She’s here of her own free will. Isn’t that right, darling?” His voice drips with taunting amusement.

“Sam, Dean… I don’t need you to constantly dictate my life!” Y/N’s voice shakes, but she holds her ground.

Dean scoffs. “This isn’t dictating. This is saving you. He’s a demon—or worse. You can’t trust him.”

“And yet she does,” Azazeal interjects, locking eyes with Y/N. “Don’t you?”

Y/N gives a small nod, her lips pressed into a determined line.

“This isn’t over,” Dean mutters, pulling out his angel blade and pointing it at Azazeal.

Azazeal’s smile remains calm. “Oh, I’m counting on it, hunters. But until then…” He turns to Y/N, capturing her lips in one last, heated kiss before vanishing into a swirl of shadows.

Dean and Sam stare at Y/N, who is still reeling from the kiss.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow,” Dean growls, storming back to the Impala, Sam following with a shake of his head.

Y/N is left standing alone, her heart heavy with the confrontation to come—and yet yearning for what she shares with Azazeal.

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spiritshaydra · 11 months ago

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Oh yeah funny story

So I went on a field trip yesterday out to this field station on an island out in the hyper-saline lagoon that’s like,, right down the road to collect botanical samples for my wetland ecology lab.

Left a little while after 2pm.

We were on the island for about two hours collecting plants (and finishing the trip off with some king cake) before hopping back on the boat. It was about 4:30pm

So,, normal lab field trip right?

WRONG.

Our boat stops suddenly and a big plume of mud is sprayed out from behind the skiff. Not a good sign. Four guys hop out of the boat and start trying to push the boat free- Laguna Madre is VERY shallow, especially in this area since we weren’t where they had dredged it out for the larger ships, so the water was about knee deep where we got stuck.

We started moving again. Kinda. I see the guys get these poles out and start using them to turn the boat like those gondolas in Venice. (Sadly no accordion) Also not a good sign.

THEN the guy who was sitting at the wheel gets up and walks up to the front where we were sitting and pulls the anchor out, and then drops it out into the water. NOT A GOOD SIGN.

Then I hear my professor talking about calling the biology lab coordinator to figure out what the fuck to do, and then she’s on the phone with someone talking about how we need someone to come out and tow us back to the boat ramp. 💀

It’s 5:30pm now and the sun’s beginning to set. (And my other lab back on campus had just begun, which I obviously wasn’t able to attend unless I could teleport) My brother also happened to call me which I answered with a “hey you won’t be able to guess where the fuck I currently am.” Never a dull moment.

Another hour passes and FINALLY the lab tech guy shows up with another boat to tow us back (while wearing his Iron Maiden shirt like an absolute legend, we love lab tech guy) it’s now sunset and we’re finally moving. Slowly, but moving’s moving.

The sun set completely and I had dozed off a little as there really wasn’t much else to do. It was also COLD with the wind blowing off the water and the lack of sunlight. Thank GOD I decided to wear both my hoodie and wind breaker, along with a bandana to use as a scarf. Eventually we made it back to the boat ramp at around 7pm. So I’d finally be able to go back to my apartment and have some warm hot chocolaty goodness right?”

HA if only it was that easy.

It probably took them an hour to get the boats back onto their trailers because they kept loading them incorrectly and would have to retry. Me and some other classmates stood out in the cold for about fifteen minutes before we realized that we could hop in the van where it was warm, and wait in there. So that’s EXACTLY what we did. Luckily I packed some snacks because I thought it wouldn’t hurt to bring them along, so I just kinda,,, passed around a bag of trail mix.

Something something hour later we get back to campus at like 8pm where I was finally able to go back to my dorm. (My wonderful roommate brought me hot chocolate bless her)

Anyways I’m tired <33

TLDR: Went on what should’ve been a three hour long field trip for hehe swamp science fun times and our boat's steering went out so we were strANDED FOR TWO FUCKING HOURS IN THE LAGOON. We were out in the sun for like five hours and gone for six. I love being a stem major <333 yippee!!

(For those biology nerds out there we saw mullets jumping out of the water, sea grass beds, black mangroves, various salt flat succulents, stupid plant with wickedly sharp thorns that ripped apart the sample bag it was in, wolf berries, mosquitoes, a tiger moth caterpillar, turkey vultures, dolphins, brown and white pelicans, mosquitoes, a crested caracara, tons of laughing gulls, great blue herons, mosquitoes, egrets, white ibises, cormorants, and black tipped skimmers.)

#spit takes #weird science

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l-starlight-l · 2 years ago

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The love of a Hero

Wash and Dry

Previous: Part 1

A/n: this isn’t very lovey dovey but I needed to introduce Jason as civilian Jason. Plus y’all are neighbors there’s room for drama later on ;)

Description: You make a new friend with a very helpful next door neighbor

Pairing: Jason x reader

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Moving to a new city can be scary especially if you’re alone. It was a normal rainy morning in Gotham when you stepped off the train and onto a busy platform. You hurried to find cover under a roof, your phone dinged. A message popped up from your new landlord, you clicked on it and it was a nice welcome message with instructions on how to get there from the station. You he never met Mrs. Whelms in person but over the phone she seemed nice and very helpful.

The apartment was roughly 15 minutes away from the train station so you hailed a cab. You watched the people of Gotham through the tinted car window. The city seemed gloomier then you remembered, it had been years since you had visited Gotham. You were raised in metropolis, which is very different from here. There were a few friends that you hadn’t seen since you were in diapers who lived in the city, but of course they were to busy to help you move in. You were on your own for your first day in Gotham City.

When you finally reach your building it’s just as dreary as the city. You thanked the driver and made your way up to the top floor. All your stuff had been shipped before hand so it wouldn’t be such a hassle moving in. When you got to the top floor there was a slim hallway with five doors. Two on each wall and one at the end of the hallway. Your shoes creaked on the old wooden floor as you walked up to door 204. The key slipped into the lock and you began to turn. You got half way there but it wouldn’t budge.

You rattled with it for a few minutes until a tall, dark haired man walked pasted you. He watched you struggle for a few moments and then walked over. “Do you need help?” He questioned.

Embarrassment filled your body when you jumped at the sound of his deep voice. Was this actually happening you thought, this has to be the worse first impression as a neighbor. “I uh the lock it’s stuck” you laughed out of nervousness. He walked over to your door and took the keys from you. He examined them for a few seconds and then walked over to the door to the right, stuck the key in it and turned.

The door unlocked and he turned to look at you with a smirk. “You’re apartment 206 not 204” he laughed. You wanted to die in that very moment, you had never been so embarrassed in your life.

You walked over to him and your new home. You didn’t look into his eyes but quickly thanked him. He laughed at you which made your face deepen in its red color. “You’re a funny girl” he gave you the keys back. “I live right across from you” he pointed to his door “my names Jason”. He held out his hand, waiting for you to shake it.

You hesitantly took his hand, “my names y/n, thank you again” you said finally meeting his eyes, he took your breath away. He was gorgeous, the most gorgeous man you had ever seen.

“It really wasn’t that big of a deal, honest mistake” he winked at you and your heart skipped a few beats. “Anyway, I’ll probably see you around. It was a pleasure meeting you” he turned and walked into his apartment leaving you a mess in the hallway.

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You were relatively settled in, most of the boxes that scattered the floor this morning were unpacked and put away. Some old clothes that you hadn’t gotten a chance to wash before you left were sitting in a bag by the door. The apartment was nice and very spacious but it lacked a washing machine. Lucky for you there was a laundry mat on the first floor. Wanting to be productive you grabbed the bag and headed down stairs.

It was a very nice laundry mat, new machines plus it was all free. You started a load, set a timer and went back up stairs to finish unpacking. You didn’t own a lot of stuff since you tend to move a lot but you wanted that to change. You wanted to stay in Gotham and in this nice apartment for a decent amount of time. Next week was your first day as a physiologist at Gotham Asylum. This was a new chapter in your life, a better one. No one new you in this city, this was your fresh start.

You timer went off after about thirty minutes. When you got back down stairs there was still a little time before you needed to switch loads so you waited. Pulling out a book and sitting on the machine trying to relax. The washer slowed to a stop, meaning it was finally time to switch. Quickly you swapped them and reset your timer. You were planning on going back up stairs and making something to eat when your handsome neighbor walked through the door with a laundry basket on his hip. You both looked caught by surprise but he looked happy about it while you were mortified.

“Hey there neighbor” he greets you with a warm smile. He sets his basket on the machine next to you. “Doing some laundry already?” He teases.

You take a breath and calm down. “Just doing boring chores” you laugh, “you seem to have a lot of clothes there” you say watching him grab a huge pile out of the dryer and dropping it on the table behind you.

“I tend to put off laundry day” he is a little embarrassed by the height of his pile but starts to fold. There’s a bit of an awkward silences after that. You’re debating on sneaking back upstairs or to keep trying to talk to him. It would be nice to have a friend in a somewhat unfamiliar city. Walking up next to him at the table you ask “ do you want me to help concur this mountain”. You think mentally smack yourself because that was the most dorkiest thing you could have said.

“I wouldn’t want to bother you, I’m sure you busy with the dreadful moving process” he says kindly.

“No not at all, I enjoy moving and I’m already all unpacked” you saying waiting for him to except your offer for help. He moves over a little to make room and you take that as a yes. Folding was your favorite part of laundry so it really was no problem.

“so you move a lot I guess” he asked me

“Yeah I tend to for work, but I hope that this situation is going to be a long term thing”

“What do you do” he seems genuinely interested in you

“I’m a shrink and a good one, not to brag” you say a bit egotistical.

“Oh well aren’t you cocky” he laughs

“Well I do have a wall of awards to back up my ego” you have won quite a bit of credibility with all of your high profile clients and cases. “What about you” you question back.

“I help people who can’t help themselves, similar to you” his face is serious when he looks at you. Both of you look at each other for a moment, something sparking between you. Then a buzz intrudes your moment, you twist around and grab your clothes out of the dryer. “It’s my turn to help you”, he gestures you to drop your basket on the now cleared table. You spend the next twenty minutes talking and laughing together while folding your clothes. You both go back upstairs together and part ways in your hallway. You think about him the rest of the night with a constant blush in your cheeks. He’s just so amazing but you could never risk taking it farther than being just friends with him.

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sonyamakepeace · 2 months ago

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Solo Bike Ride

Fog hung thick in the air this morning as I prepared for a solo bike ride through the woods. While I laced up my shoes and pulled on a zip up jacket, I thought about the last time I had been to this specific trail.

I was talking with a friend on the phone once last summer and thought it would be nice to sit somewhere secluded and quiet as we chatted. We’ve fooled around before, and talking together always gets me worked up. The thought of it ignited a flame in my belly. While we talked, he asked me where I was and what I was doing, which led to suggesting I open my top and expose myself to nature. I obliged. My only regret was that he was not there to actually see me do what happened next. Not many people pass down that part of the trail, but I continued to keep a watchful eye on passers-by, while I explored the dampness clinging to my inner thighs. I had an amazing orgasm sitting on that bench as we continued our kinky conversation. My breasts were exposed to the warm summer air as I brought myself to climax by tapping quickly on my clit, and again with two fingers deep within my tight, throbbing pussy. I shook the memory away, bringing myself back to the present, but the slow burn was building, and I knew it wouldn’t go away quietly. I was dressed and ready to go. I stood in my bedroom thinking, and I decided that I wanted to make this ride extra fun. First, I unzipped my jacket and removed the bra I had been wearing beneath my t-shirt. I wanted them free to play with, and the idea of wind rushing as I rode, my nipples hard as pebbles, made my aching pussy drip a little.

This was good… but not enough. My plan shifted. I wanted to ensure an orgasm while on this ride. A few moments passed until the idea came to me: I hadn’t used my Ben Wa balls in quite some time. This ride was a great opportunity to test them out again. I turned to my dresser and fished for them in the bottom of my sock drawer. I felt the velvet fabric of the box and pulled it out, socks flying to the floor.

My hands shook with anticipation as I opened the box, revealing two shiny, smooth, stainless steel balls. My reflection in the steel smiled back at me as I removed them and pushed down my black leggings and green, silk panties. I was tempted to play with my clit right there, but held the urge back, knowing it would be more intense once the balls were in, and I was cruising on my bicycle. I held each ball and they warmed to my touch. I slowly parted my thighs and my outer labia opened like blooming petals of a flower. A very wet flower. I pressed the first ball to my entrance and rolled it through my warm, creamy juices before pushing it deep into my pulsing tunnel. My middle finger pressed the ball in, up to my second knuckle, then slowly retreated through compressing walls. The second ball followed, and I pushed them as deep as I could. I moved my pelvis in circles until they were situated deep inside of me.

Eventually, I snapped out of my arousing fog and stood up, pulled my panties and leggings up, and prepared for the journey. Visibility was decent for biking, so my anxious thoughts of not being able to see very far dimmed as I made my way outside to load my bike, and set off to the trail near my house. The balls deep in my cunt moved with me. Occasionally I felt the weights inside of them move, causing a wave of pleasure to roll through my loins. I wondered how long I would last before cumming the first time. That made me smile and my cheeks flushed. The first test was to make sure I did not cum while driving my car to the trail. The road was winding and bumpy. I wanted to press my clit hard against the leather interior of my seat, but refrained. My clit was throbbing hard, and aching to be touched, flicked, licked, and sucked. My thoughts began to whirl out of control into a filthy tornado of lust until I finally reached my destination, and focused on getting my bike unloaded.

I wheeled my bike to the beginning of the bike trail and swung my right leg over the seat. Anticipating a wonderful sensation, I lowered my ass slowly to the seat and pressed my cunt down firmly. My eyes rolled as the balls moved, passing a wave of pleasure through me again.

“Breathe,” I remind myself. I needed to be able to ride and not get injured in the process! It took great will power to breathe the powerful sensations away, and it made me hungry for more. My feet pressed each pedal down and the bike began to glide down the smooth black top. I focused on the wind of the path to keep the pressure building against my cervix at bay. My seat gently vibrated as my pace quickened. I couldn’t hold back the need to press my clit into the seat.

“Oooohhh fuck!” I gasped. Thankfully, no one was around to hear me moan to myself as I mashed my clit against my bicycle seat. I could have cum, but forced myself to stop. By this point my slippery slit was dripping, and my panties were completely soaked. I could hear my heart thumping in my ears in time with the pounding ache of my throbbing cunt.

I began to pant with need. I was not going to make it much longer, and I had only just begun! If I went over even the smallest bump, I was going to explode. Cruising at a steady speed, I rested my pussy over the front of the seat. My leggings were soaked through, and my lips moulded over the front like a saddle. My mind started to wander to a very dirty place. “I wonder if I could fuck my seat,” I thought to myself. What a nasty, slutty thing to think, especially with these balls deep in my cunt. The image made my clit throb harder. Concentrating on the trail, I gripped the handle bars and pressed my pelvis down hard, smashing my clit into the foam seat.

It was enough. My feet stopped peddling, and my core began to shake as the orgasm tore through my insides. I could barely manage to keep my ass on the seat as I tried to maintain my balance. What a rush! The wind roared past my ears and the coolness in the air kept my nipples hard as I zipped along, enjoying the rush of the downhill ride, and the surge of my first orgasm. The balls in my cunt were being squeezed by my contracting muscles, and the top one pressed hard against my g-spot. My pussy wouldn’t stop contracting, and I was on the cusp of another orgasm, only I didn’t think I would be able to maintain control any longer. The urge was building quickly, and I decided to hit the brakes. I would wreck my bicycle at the rate I was going. I stopped at a familiar spot in a wooded area with a bench. “This bench and I have history,” I thought to myself, grinning.

I parked my bike and as my leg swung over the side, it hit me hard. The top ball moved just enough to press my soft, g-spot just right to send another mind-melting orgasm through me. I gripped the back of the bench and knelt on the seat, cumming hard, soaking my leggings even more. If anyone passed me, they would probably think I was injured due to my moaning and howling in ecstasy. I was being such a naughty slut. I kept wishing for someone with a big, thick cock to stop and fuck my throbbing cunt, right here on this bench. Thinking of being filled with a creamy load of cum started the incline of another orgasm. I reached into my panties and felt my very wet, swollen clit with my middle finger. With only a few flicks of my fingernail, I was convulsing again in ecstasy. I had forgotten how explosive, and rapid my orgasms were with my balls. My clenching muscles held them snugly in place.

The orgasm finally tapered off, and I was able to sit down to catch my breath. I sat on the bench panting with drool running down the corner of my mouth. I was sweating hard and completely soaked. My pussy wanted more. I looked around and no one was visible on the trails, so I propped each foot on the bench and reached into my panties. Two fingers slid easily into my needy, wet cunt and the tips met the lower ball, deep inside. I played with it, and pressed it gently, making myself moan and shiver. I spread my fingers a little wider and began to fuck myself. The squish of my juices was audible over the breeze and singing of the birds. With my other hand, I reached under my shirt and squeezed my left nipple hard, spraying milk into my shirt and not caring that I was making a complete mess of myself. I finger fucked myself hard and fast, pushing the lower ball with each thrust. My milk sprayed into my shirt with each pinch of the nipple. I was soaked on either end and loved every second of it. Finally, the tingle began to grow in my belly and I knew I was close to cumming. I shoved a third digit into my hungry cunt and fucked hard and fast. My head dropped back, and my orgasm burst out of my pussy, saturating my leggings with squirty, warm juices. I was moaning hard and could not stop cumming. My pussy was sloppy wet with cum. When my insides were too sensitive to withstand being fucked, I cupped my cunt and mashed my clit into my palm. “One more cum. I need another. I’m a dirty fucking whore,” I told myself.

I came once more over the palm of my hand. My body shook so hard, and every nerve ending was firing. The balls needed to come out or I would not stop cumming! Slowly, I reached in for the string and pulled the first ball out. It was coated in creamy, white juices. The second was even creamier. I marvelled at the sight of them before taking each into my mouth and cleaning them, tasting my own juices. They would have to sit in my pocket until I could properly clean them at home. I was in no condition to ride at that time. My hair was plastered to my face, and I had sweat dripping from every pore. I sat on that bench and giggled to myself about what I had just done. I was such a naughty whore, cumming all over this park bench.

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